Chapter 525 (1/2)

On the spot, the old emperor was removed from his Dragon Robe and took off his golden crown by the green guards, leaving only a bright yellow inner coat. He collapsed on the ground with his hair scattered and almost wanted to cry blood: ”No matter how good Zhao Chengan is, she is also a woman! How can Dayan's country and mountains be handed over to a woman? She married and became a relative, and she is someone else's family! The remaining children are also with her husband's family name! The world of the Zhao family will always be the Zhao family! I......”

His head and face were covered with blood. He looked up tremblingly. He looked at the minister kneeling in front of him, long live the mountain, crawling at Xie Heng's feet. He looked at the ruins of the Qionglou jade platform in front of him, and his eyes were gradually filled with tears. He said word by word: ”I did this for the sake of Dayan Jiangshan and Zhao family!”

At this moment, no matter how the old emperor defended himself, no one paid any attention to him.

At last, the old emperor was reluctant to deceive himself and others. He murmured to himself, ”am I wrong?”

”What's wrong with me?”

He used the bones of thousands of people to build high-rise buildings, dressed in dragon robes and jade belts, and cherished the ambition of chasing the deer.

In the end, my old friend said goodbye, and my family and country were in chaos.

When the building was up, the monkeys scattered.

The dignity of the old emperor for the rest of his life was also scattered at this moment.

The hot tears fell and mingled with the blood on his face.

Xie Heng gently lifted his right hand and motioned to the people, ”drag it out.”

Since the old Emperor didn't know what he was wrong, let the people of Dayan tell him how many things he had done wrong over the years.

”Yes, my subordinates!”

The green guards hurried forward and dragged the crazy old emperor out.

Since then, Zhao Yi stole the country for 20 years and finally came to an end.

In the afternoon, the warm sun shines high, and the light golden sun passes through the long smoke and scattered on the eaves of the palace, like a new life after breaking.

Old Duke Jun and he Xingbang burst into tears, and a group of Qingyi guards and Moyu Army stood like pine.

Xie Xuan, pale and expressionless, stood beside his eldest brother, letting the sun fall all over his body, still full of cold.

The rest of Wang Yichang and his ministers bent down and shrunk their heads. They were afraid of what Xie Heng thought and settle old accounts with them.

Xie Heng didn't bother to pay attention to them. In a deep voice, he ordered the people, ”block the main city gates of the imperial capital, and everyone is not allowed to enter and leave without authorization! Search from door to door until you find the warm wine!”

As soon as he said this, all the ministers couldn't help shaking.

”My lord...” an internal attendant trembled and advised: ”shopkeeper Wen was on the platform before, but now the platform has exploded like this... How can shopkeeper Wen...”

Before the last sentence ”how to live” was finished, the waiter was surprised and shut his mouth.

But once someone took the lead and opened his mouth, someone behind them would have the courage to say: ”please forgive me, Lord. Shopkeeper Wen is afraid that he is long gone. The Lord's top priority is to revitalize the imperial platform...”

”Ah Jiu is not dead!” Xie Heng interrupted him directly.

The young man clenched his hand into a fist and said word by word: ”Gu has razed the moon range platform to the ground and dug three feet. She is not here.”

The crowd looked at the neat arrangement of more than 100 bones and the ruins planed into a huge pit, and immediately shut up.

Zhao fan dares to bury gunpowder under the moon platform and use warm wine as bait. It's shocking enough to set up a bureau to get rid of Xie Heng.

I never thought that one dared to blow up and the other really dared to dig.

Xie Xiaoyan's behavior style is unimaginable.

There are no warm wine bones in the ruins, and Zhao fan will be crushed to ashes. If there is... What would it be like?

The crowd thought: it's OK. Fortunately, I didn't dig it.

Whether Wenjiu is still alive or not, at least there is a glimmer of hope for Xie Xiaoyan.

Even a trace can save many lives.

On the contrary, Wang Yichang, who had been the confidants of the old emperor, stood aside and turned pale.

Before Zhao Yi's downfall, they also spoke angrily against Xie Heng's ambition, but the old emperor who had been sitting on the throne for many years became a national thief, and the rebellious subjects and thieves in the city became the orthodoxy of the heavenly family. The more they saw Xie Xiaoyan's style, the more they were frightened.