Chapter 515 (1/2)

All the people in front of the temple were silent.

At this point, everyone knew that Zhao fan wanted to bring down Xie Heng in one fell swoop while the old emperor was seriously ill.

Unfortunately, he underestimated Xie Heng and overestimated these people below.

Who can think of Xie Xiaoyan's 5000 light cavalry? He broke through many city passes and approached the emperor's capital. Now people are coming soon. Zhao fan wants to move out of the old emperor to press Xie Heng. Although the old emperor is still in a coma, there is no other way to suppress Xie Heng's anti bone.

These things were tacitly understood by all the ministers.

But Wenjiu said it clearly, and everyone was very unhappy when they heard it.

Zhao fan's face suddenly sank. He suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled the warm wine over. His voice was cold and said: ”my heart? Whatever the prince does, it's for the sake of Dayan and the long-term stability of our Zhao family! And Xie Heng dares to invade the emperor's capital today. No matter what he does, it's hard to hide his wolf ambition! What qualifications do you, a family member of a disorderly subject and thief, have to talk nonsense here?”

”Zhao fan!”

Wen Jiu shouted angrily. As soon as he said Zhao fan's name, he choked the vein on his arm, which was difficult to make a sound.

Seeing this, the ministers quickly echoed: ”Your Highness's words are very true. Xie Heng is ambitious and can't escape the blame! Please tell the emperor about the thief!”

One voice, seven or eight people echoed, and Wang Shoufu stirred the muddy water without a word.

Warm wine can't make a voice and can't refute.

Just listen to Zhao fan's orders, ”come on, carry the imperial chariot and send the emperor to the city building. All the Qing's will go with you.”

”This...”

Wang Shoufu hesitated as soon as he heard this.

Several students on his side also aimed at him one after another.

Everyone knows that Xie Heng is so murderous that he doesn't look up to their literary ministers. If Huizi has a rebellious heart, he's afraid he'll have to find something wrong and cut off these literary ministers who have become heaven's broken sons.

In this season, who dares to go to him.

Zhao fan sent them all to Xie Hengjian at one time today.

”What is this?” Zhao fan looked coolly at Wang Shoufu. ”All the ministers are eloquent talents and confidants valued by the father and the emperor. The courtiers have received salaries for so many years. Should they serve the king in times of crisis? Should they thank the emperor for his kindness?”

Just now, the ministers who scolded Xie Heng vigorously immediately: ”...”

”If anyone doesn't want to go, just stand up.” Zhao fan slowed down his tone, but loosened his warm wine, took out his long sword from the bodyguard's hand and looked at the humanity: ”the prince will never embarrass him. At most, he will only send him one step first.”

At this step, the people shouted, ”go! Go!”

Warm wine looked at these individuals coldly, and his hands under his sleeves tightened involuntarily.

The fingertips are cold against the palm, and the cold wind blows over the clothes.

The moon is far away and people are returning.

The ministers were so frightened by Zhao fan that there was no sound immediately.

The chamberlains carried the well-dressed old emperor to the imperial chariot. He was still in a coma, his face was yellow, and there was no blood on his lips, just like the lamp was about to run out of oil.

Zhao fan glanced back at the old emperor and told the Deputy General Li Xu, ”General Li, you take someone to escort the emperor and his ministers to the city gate.”

”Yes, my subordinates!”

Li Xu saluted with a sword, then waved his hand and motioned the guards to ”escort” the crowd.

Wang Shoufu followed the Royal chariot with a crowd of people who had a hard head and put their hands in their sleeves. The timid ones had turned white and trembled all over. Those who had seen great storms like Wang Yichang could only drag their heavy steps out of the palace at present.

in the twinkling of an eye.

The people in front of the temple are almost scattered.

Only Zhao fan and Wen Jiu stand opposite each other.

The Chamberlain of the Longyin hall and the palace people retreated far away, and no one dared to come near.

Zhao fan also held a long sword in his hand. His eyes looked at the warm wine with deep color. His eyes were full of hatred, jealousy, cold and complex.

Wen Jiu had no doubt that he would cut her as soon as he raised his hand.

Therefore, when the silver shining sword blade falls towards the warm wine with the cold wind.

She didn't even blink.

Not because Wenjiu is brave enough to face death without fear.

However, the more afraid of death, the slower the reaction when they know that they may die.

Warm wine this slow, the heart turned upside down, but there was no expression on his face.

The sword blade stopped when it was an inch away from the center of her eyebrows.

Zhao fan sneered: ”the more you are not afraid of death, the more the prince will let you live and let you see how Xie Heng died!”

He said, ”the prince will make your life worse than death.”

The warm wine didn't slow down at once. It was still such an expressionless face.