Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

Chapter 174 Yuan Jing: You’re talking nonsense!

Zheng Xinghuai's memorial caused quite a stir among the officials.

Some were eager to try and were ready to join the group at any time, while others were watching the attitudes of Emperor Yuan Jing and several other ministers, weighing the pros and cons, and wavering between their official career and their sense of justice as human beings.

To everyone's surprise, there was no anger on Emperor Yuan Jing's face. He looked down calmly and asked, "Is there anyone else who wants to sue the King of Zhenbei?"

As if responding to Emperor Yuan Jing, someone immediately stepped out and shouted, "Your Majesty, please execute the King of Zhenbei!"

The officials looked in the direction of the voice and saw that it was Yao Lin, the Chief Censor of the Ministry of Rites.

As everyone knows, the Jieshi Zhong is a professional troll, a mad dog in the court, who bites whoever he catches. For the sake of his own reputation during his lifetime or after his death, he doesn't care whether the wind is in his favor or against him. As long as there is something to do, he will just start a fight. This time is no exception.

Emperor Yuan Jing flicked his sleeves slightly, his tone steady: "Continue."

As soon as these words were spoken, it was as if some signal was released.

The officials were surprised to find that their Majesty did not seem to be as opposed to convicting the King of Zhenbei as they thought.

In the next few minutes, more than a dozen officials who were on good terms with Zheng Xinghuai made reports.

It was not until later that Wang Zhenwen and Wei Yuan stepped forward, and the entire court followed suit.

In the Golden Throne Hall, all the nobles bowed their heads, their voices rising like a thunderous roar: "Your Majesty, please demote the Prince of Huai to a commoner, behead him at the Meridian Gate, and hang his head over the city walls for three days as a memorial to the 380,000 wronged souls of Chuzhou City."

After a brief silence, all the officials thought they would be reprimanded or angered by Emperor Yuan Jing, but unexpectedly he burst into laughter. What he said made everyone wonder if they were still asleep and had auditory hallucinations:

"Excellent! Excellent! It is a blessing for Dafeng to have ministers like you who are outspoken and fearless of power!" Emperor Yuan Jing applauded repeatedly, sensing the atmosphere was ripe. He shifted his gaze from overlooking the ministers to Russell and looked him in the eye. "Prince Zhenbei, what do you have to say?"

"If I have nothing to say, Your Majesty, what will you do?" Russell said defiantly, following Emperor Yuan Jing's words.

"Massacre of civilians and refining blood pills are such atrocities. Unless they are cut into pieces and their souls are extracted and destroyed, the souls of the people of Chuzhou in heaven cannot be appeased." Emperor Yuan Jing gritted his teeth and said hatefully in a tone of incomparable anger.

what?
As soon as Emperor Yuan Jing finished speaking, the ministers in the hall couldn't help but look at each other.

Is this still the Majesty they are familiar with?
Is this something that should come from His Majesty's mouth?

Has Your Majesty been replaced?

If so, no matter who is staying in Your Majesty's body, please stay there honestly and never leave.

"Your Majesty!" At this moment, an angry shout came from an old man who was leaning on a cane on a chair nearby.

The old man is the current head of the Ministry of Clan Affairs, Prince Li Lao. He is the younger brother of the late emperor and the uncle of Emperor Yuan Jing and Prince Huai.

"Uncle?" Emperor Yuan Jing seemed surprised by Prince Li's words and asked quickly, "What do you have to say?"

Prince Li didn't know what the conflict between the two brothers was and why Emperor Yuan Jing had such an attitude towards Prince Zhenbei, but for the sake of the royal family's dignity and reputation, he still advised: "Prince Huai is your majesty's brother and the Prince of Dafeng. This matter concerns the face of the royal family and your majesty. How can you make a conclusion lightly?"

"Uncle, don't worry." Emperor Yuan Jing confidently reassured Prince Li, "I summoned all the elders and ministers here to severely punish the murderers who massacred the city and to uphold the dignity of the imperial family."

?

King Li slowly typed a question mark.

How can we maintain the dignity of the royal family if we do not severely punish the murderer?

Seeing that Prince Li and his ministers did not understand what he meant, Emperor Yuan Jing simply pointed at Luo Su and said, "It was this man who massacred the people of Chuzhou, but this man is definitely not my brother!"

"What do you mean, Your Majesty?" Zheng Xinghuai stepped forward in confusion and asked with a bow.

"My brother fought bravely for Dafeng. Without his fearless fighting during the Battle of Shanhaiguan, how could Dafeng be so prosperous today? After the Battle of Shanhaiguan, he didn't seek fame or wealth, but volunteered to go north to guard the border and defend the territory. With such pure loyalty, how could he have committed such atrocities that are despised by the whole world!"

"I've thought about it, and there's only one possibility," Russell pointed a trembling finger at His Highness. The muscles on Emperor Yuan Jing's face twitched slowly, and veins on his forehead bulged. Then, the old emperor's suppressed, heart-wrenching roar echoed in the hall:

"It must be this person, a spy of the Wushen Cult. He was the one who murdered the King of Zhenbei and slaughtered the people in his guise as the King of Zhenbei, intending to weaken the fortune of our Dafeng."

"Zheng Qing, I know you are eager to avenge the people, but you must not fall for the Wushen Cult's vicious scheme and cause us, the Dafeng royal family and the people, to become alienated from each other."

Every word and sentence of Emperor Yuan Jing was full of emotion and rich in tone. Zheng Xinghuai couldn't help but doubt whether the facts were really as Emperor Yuan Jing said.

"Your Majesty, this matter is just your personal opinion. How can you convince us and the people of the world with your empty words?" said Prime Minister Wang Zhenwen.

This was exactly what Emperor Yuan Jing wanted. He was naturally prepared for this situation.

"I have my own clear judgment." Emperor Yuan Jing said loudly to the position outside the Golden Throne Hall: "Dean, please show yourself."

Suddenly, a sigh was heard in the hall, and a clear light flashed, and an old scholar with messy hair and wearing an old long gown appeared in the hall.

Yunlu Academy, President Zhao Shou.

In today's Dafeng world, he is the number one person in the Confucian and Taoist system and the only Confucian scholar in the world who has reached the third level.

"It's actually Dean Zhao!" Wang Zhenwen bowed and clasped his hands towards Zhao Shou.

The dean of Yunlu Academy is the highest-ranking person in the Confucian school. All scholars must observe the etiquette of a disciple to Zhao Shouchi.

"The dean actually gets involved in court affairs." Wei Yuan nodded slightly, as if he had seen this before.

"Your Majesty sent someone to Yunlu Academy to find me a few days ago and told me that this matter is of great importance and concerns whether 380,000 people in Chuzhou can rest in peace. Naturally, I would take the responsibility." Zhao Shou explained calmly.

As he spoke, he shifted his gaze to the King of Zhenbei who was standing in the front row and narrowed his eyes.

With the naked eye alone, he really couldn't tell whether this person was real or fake.

But Emperor Yuan Jing went to so much trouble and even made many promises to invite him to come out of retirement. Based on his understanding of Emperor Yuan Jing's character and human nature, he was more inclined to believe what the other party said.

interesting.

While Zhao Shou was looking at Russell, Russell was also observing Zhao Shou.

Dean Zhao's appearance was indeed beyond his expectations, but for him, it was not a big problem.

As long as the supervisor is on his side, nothing will be a problem.

"Dean, please take action." Emperor Yuan Jing looked at Zhao Shou.

Zhao Shou nodded, straightened his robe, and said loudly: "Any questions here must be answered, and no lies are allowed here."

A clear light suddenly appeared, and the righteous energy echoed in the Golden Palace with Zhao Shou as the center. The invisible ripples covered everyone present except Emperor Yuan Jing.

Russell felt the rules looming over him.

It felt quite novel. "Mr. Liu," Emperor Yuan Jing looked at Censor Liu among the civil officials and asked, "Did you see the Prince of Zhenbei holding the Sword of the Nation on the Chuzhou battlefield that day?"

Liu Yushi's face flushed, but he still said uncontrollably: "Outside Chuzhou City, the Sword of the Nation excludes the King of Zhenbei, and the King of Zhenbei is not allowed to hold the sword."

what?
Whispers were heard among the ministers. This was indeed an incredible piece of information.

As everyone knows, the Zhenguo Sword is the sword worn by Emperor Taizu of Dafeng. It is worshipped by the royal family day and night, and non-royal members are not allowed to hold the sword.

If the King of Zhenbei was unable to gain the recognition of the Sword of the Nation back then, wouldn't that prove what Emperor Yuan Jing said, and that the current King of Zhenbei is truly a Wushen Cult spy in disguise!?
Thinking of this, the civil and military officials in the first and second rows, regardless of the disrespect for etiquette in front of the hall, retreated one after another, keeping a distance from Russell.

"If it is true that the King of Zhenbei massacred the city, the Sword of the Nation has a spirit and naturally will not be used by him." Wei Yuan stepped forward and proposed another idea regarding the King of Zhenbei's inability to hold the sword.

His argument is very convincing.

Among all the people present, apart from Dean Zhao Shou, only Wei Yuan had briefly reached the extraordinary level, participated in and commanded the Battle of Shanhaiguan, and had close contact with the Sword of the Nation.

Facing Wei Yuan's questioning, Emperor Yuan Jing did not get angry. Everything was under his control. He simply said calmly, "Continue."

"Are you the King of Zhenbei?" Zhao Shou looked at Russell and asked loudly.

Russell glanced at Zhao Shou without answering. He smiled defiantly, and the blood and energy in his body exploded. The thorn wreath in his arms burst into a black light, and the righteous energy was forcibly expelled from his body.

Seeing this, Zhao Shou couldn't help but frown.

How could a crude warrior have such ability? Moreover, they are both of the third rank, but the King of Zhenbei can forcibly distort the rules of words and laws. And that strange black light just now is even more suspicious!
"Prince Huai, why are you avoiding answering?" Zheng Governor asked loudly.

"What qualifications do you, a country bumpkin, have to question this king?" Russell replied, his voice as resounding as a huge bell, causing tinnitus in the ears of everyone present.

This scene made Emperor Yuan Jing more certain of his suspicions, and he could not help but say with great righteousness: "Oh, today I must expose your identity, clear the name of the King of Zhenbei, and seek justice for the people of Chuzhou."

"Please invite the second sage, the scholar." As soon as Emperor Yuan Jing finished speaking, Zhao Shou's voice sounded.

Yunlu Academy.

In the Sub-Saint Temple, a rich and clear air rushed straight to the sky, and the entire hall began to shake.

In the academy, students and teachers either raised their heads or walked out of the houses and looked towards the Temple of the Sub-Sage.

"Someone is inviting the Second Sage Confucian Scholar." Li Mubai, one of the three great Confucian scholars in the academy, said so.

"It should be the dean." The great scholar Chen Tai guessed.

"Let's lend a helping hand to the dean first." The great scholar Zhang Shen made the decision.

The other two nodded in unison. The three great scholars simultaneously summoned their righteous spirit and bowed deeply in the direction of the Sub-Sage Temple: "Please, Sub-Sage, crown us!"

boom!
The rhythm of space exploded in the Sub-Saint Temple, and the three great scholars Li Mubai, Zhang Shen, and Chen Tai were shocked and retreated repeatedly.

"Is that the direction of the capital?" Zhang Shen asked in surprise.

"Could it be that the dean couldn't stand what the King of Zhenbei did, so he went to assassinate the king, but was subdued by the Supervisor?" Li Mubai's imagination was even more open. After all, apart from this incident, he really couldn't imagine who or what happened in the capital that could force the dean to ask the Sub-Sage Confucian Crown to come.

"That's absolutely right. It's indeed possible." After a brief thought, Chen Tai decisively agreed with Li Mubai's statement, and then said with deep sorrow: "The dean is confused. Facing the Supervisor, what's the use of a sub-sage Confucian crown? I need a Confucian sage's carving knife!"

"..."

In the Temple of the Sub-Sage, in the wooden box, the Confucian Sage's carving knife, which was originally full of spirituality, suddenly lost all its spirituality after hearing the voices of the three great Confucian scholars, as if it were dead.

……

In the Golden Palace.

A ray of clear light fell through the layers of roofs and shone on Zhao Shou. A Confucian cap slowly emerged above his head.

The second treasure of Yunlu Academy: the sub-sage Confucian cap!
"Are you the King of Zhenbei?" Zhao Shou repeated.

Buzz! ——

The sub-sage's Confucian cap was shaking wildly, and in Russell's arms, the witch god's thorn wreath was also buzzing.

The two most powerful magic weapons in the world started wrestling in the hall.

Except for Russell, Zhao Shou and Wei Yuan, everyone including Emperor Jing of Yuan had rejection reactions such as dizziness, vomiting and chest tightness.

Seeing this, Zhao Shou had no choice but to activate the backup plan he had discussed with Emperor Yuan Jing beforehand: "We are not in the Golden Palace, but by the Sangpo Lake. Magical weapons are not allowed here."

In two sentences, he first borrowed the power of the Sub-Sage Confucian Crown to teleport all the officials in the Golden Palace to the shore of Sangpo Lake, and then used the majestic luck in Sangpo Lake and the power of the Sub-Sage Confucian Crown to restrain the Witch God's thorn wreath.

There was a creature walking in Sangpo Lake. It was snow-white all over, covered with fine scales, and had a flat piece of armor on its back, just enough for a person to stand. It was three meters long, with sharp claws on its belly, and looked like a dragon.

The Linglong is a spiritual beast unique to Zhongzhou. It likes to eat purple air from the human world, so it has been raised in the palace by the royal families of successive dynasties. It symbolizes the coming of purple air from the east and the orthodoxy of the human race.

Most importantly, it has the ability to see qi, which is not restricted by rank. Below the first rank, nothing can escape its eyes.

When everyone was teleported over, the spirit dragon was playing in the lake, sometimes raising its head, sometimes walking close to the water, causing circles of ripples on the water.

"Spirit Dragon." Emperor Yuan Jing called out.

The spirit dragon listened to Emperor Yuan Jing's voice, let out a clear and loud cry from its throat, twisted its body and swam over. When it was near the shore, it rushed into the sky and then fell heavily, splashing up a torrent of mud.

"Look at him." Emperor Yuan Jing pointed at Russell and called out.

The spirit dragon looked at Russell obediently and twisted its neck curiously.

Then, in front of everyone, he rolled over and exposed his belly to Russell, with an attitude of "come and ride me".

"How is this possible?" Emperor Yuan Jing's smile froze on his face as he looked at the scene in disbelief.

"That's enough, my Royal Brother." Russell sighed in mock disappointment, patted Linglong's head, and then stood up and looked at Emperor Yuan Jing: "If my Royal Brother wants my life, a death decree will do it. Why go to so much trouble?"

"What nonsense are you talking about! You are a spy of the Wushen Cult!" Emperor Yuan Jing roared.

For some reason, he felt that things were getting out of his control.

"Didn't you, my royal brother, order me to massacre the entire city, and then divide the Blood and Soul Pills between us? Why are you now turning your back on me? I've never betrayed you before! I even lowered my level and faked my own death to get the Soul Pill into your hands. Why are you so determined to kill me?"

King Zhenbei pounded his chest and said angrily.

"You're talking nonsense!" Emperor Yuan Jing roared in anger.

If he had really eaten the Soul Pill, it would be fine! But he clearly hadn't even seen a hair. What King Zhenbei said was slander, naked slander!
(End of this chapter)