The beautiful and powerful minister hooked up with the crazy emperor and couldn't escape

"Come here, escort me!"

The eunuch's sharp voice was like a flash of lightning that broke through the silent night. Along with the heavy sound of horse hooves, an endless number of heavy cavalry in black armor appeared in front of everyone.

There was no moon that night, and the stars were covered by dark clouds.

But the lights in front of the Xuanshi Hall were bright, and all the important ministers in the capital were detained here by my eldest brother.

The people who came quickly surrounded the entire Xuanshi Hall. The leader wore a hideous chaos mask, and the long sword in his hand was stained red, with bright red blood dripping from it.

The eldest brother, who was sitting leisurely and leisurely, also stood up, looked at the man in fear, and asked: "Who are you!"

The man sat on his horse and said condescendingly: "Northern Territory, Feng Jiuqing."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions changed.

Feng Jiuqing is the General Zhenbei, in charge of the twenty-four cities in the northern border, and has an invincible Youyun Army at his command.

Two years ago, he directly destroyed the Northern Rong royal court and forced the sixteen Northern Rong tribes to submit to Dai Viet. This man is a killing god, and there is nothing he dare not do.

But shouldn't he be guarding the northern border at this time? Why is he in the capital? And with so many soldiers, is he trying to force the emperor to abdicate and rebel?

Almost everyone thought that Feng Jiuqing was here to force the emperor to abdicate, but the endless black-armored heavy cavalry silenced everyone's words.

Prince Nancheng didn't care. Anyone could ascend to the throne except him and Mo Ling.

No matter whether it is his eldest brother or the great general from the north who ascends the throne, he will not have a good ending. So what difference does it make to him who is the emperor?

His elder brother quickly calmed down and even smiled as he said, "So it's the general. I've often heard about the general's victory over the Northern Rong, but I never thought I'd have the chance to see him today. The general is indeed handsome and heroic."

Even the King of Nancheng had to admire his elder brother's ability to tell lies with open eyes. According to rumors, this great general was as ugly as a demon and could stop children from crying at night. In any case, he had nothing to do with being handsome.

Only his eldest brother could say such words against his conscience, and he is indeed the most tactful one among them all.

However, Feng Jiuqing still sat on the horse, glanced at the eldest prince, and said in a cold voice: "Who are you?"

The eldest prince's face turned pale, but he still had a smile on his face and said, "The new emperor Mo Yin."

In fact, King Nancheng also admired his elder brother's courage. This great general must have come for the throne. He dared to say that he was the new emperor at this time. Did he think he was not dying fast enough?

Feng Jiuqing narrowed his eyes and asked coldly: "New emperor? Mo Jing is dead?"

The ministers present all took a deep breath and became more convinced that Feng Jiuqing was here to seize the throne. After all, not everyone could call out the late emperor's name.

The eldest prince's face turned a little ugly, and the anger in his heart was almost uncontrollable, but after looking at the black-armored heavy cavalry next to him, he suppressed it.

"My father has passed the throne to me, and I have the imperial edict to prove it. General, are you here to witness my coronation ceremony? If so, I welcome you very much."

Feng Jiuqing jumped off his horse, and with the long sword in his hand, everyone moved out of the way to make a wide path for him.

"Oh~, you are worthy of being an emperor?"

Feng Jiuqing's voice reached the ears of every minister, and the eldest prince's face immediately darkened. He knew that Feng Jiuqing had come with ill intentions, but he didn't expect that Feng Jiuqing was unwilling to even cover up and was directly taking advantage of him.

"I have an imperial edict to pass on the throne, which is the orthodox one. General, are you planning to rebel? Aren't you afraid of being infamous for eternity?"

King Nancheng had a sneer on his face. His elder brother might have forgotten that he was the one who rebelled less than an hour ago.

"What does it have to do with you?" Feng Jiuqing took out a snow-white handkerchief from his arms and slowly wiped the blood off the sword.

"You! Someone come to protect the emperor!" The eldest prince's face was as gloomy as water, and he shouted in a low voice to the soldiers beside him.

Feng Jiuqing snapped his fingers, and within a few breaths all of the eldest prince's men were captured, including the eldest prince himself, who was pushed off the chair and kneeled on the ground.

"You've become a bandit, you must die a horrible death!" The eldest prince glared at Feng Jiuqing and said with gritted teeth.

Feng Jiuqing chuckled, his voice flat and calm.

"I hate it when people scold me. Since you insist on bumping into me, I have no choice but to teach you what respect is. Come on, slap me in the face."

The eldest prince wanted to eat Feng Jiuqing and kept cursing him until he could no longer curse and his teeth and blood were flying in his mouth. Only then did Feng Jiuqing's men stop.

Feng Jiuqing finally wiped the blood off the sword, and a snow-white sword appeared in front of everyone. Feng Jiuqing took a few steps forward and kicked the wooden chair that the eldest prince had sat on into pieces, and then lazily sat on the wooden chair that the soldiers had just brought.

The ministers below were like quails, not daring to speak at all, except for Prime Minister Lu who had a righteous look on his face.

In the eyes of Prime Minister Lu, even if the eldest prince forced the emperor to abdicate, he was still of orthodox royal blood, unlike Feng Jiuqing, a soldier from the north who only knew how to fight.

"General Feng, are you planning to risk the wrath of the world and rebel against your superiors to ascend the throne?"

Feng Jiuqing simply glanced at Prime Minister Lu, and then said, "Go, bring all the princes in the capital to me."

"Yes!"

The heavy cavalry in black armor took the order and left. All the ministers turned pale with fear. They all thought that Feng Jiuqing wanted to kill all the princes. After all, everyone knew that Feng Jiuqing was ruthless.

Prime Minister Lu closed his eyes in pain. Da Yue is doomed!

In the past, he thought that Feng Jiuqing was a rare military talent who guarded the northern border and protected the entire Dai Viet. But he never thought that Feng Jiuqing's goal was not to be a marshal, but to be the emperor of Dai Viet.

"Everyone shall punish the traitors!"

"How dare you! How can an old man like you scold my marshal? When my marshal attacked the Northern Rong royal court, you were still sleeping in bed! What qualifications do you have to scold my marshal!"

"Wen Chu."

Feng Jiuqing's voice was very soft, but Wen Chu, who was originally holding the long sword with an extremely ferocious look, instantly became obedient, and looked at Feng Jiuqing with aggrieved eyes.

"marshal!"

Feng Jiuqing said softly: "Prime Minister Lu is a veteran minister of three dynasties. He has worked hard and made great contributions. You must not insult him."

Wen Chu felt even more aggrieved. He glanced at Prime Minister Lu angrily, and then looked at Feng Jiuqing with eyes full of grievance.

Prime Minister Lu did not appreciate it, but continued to curse: "Don't think that you can make me surrender to you by saying a few words. I am only loyal to Dai Viet and the Mo royal family in my life! I will never bow to a traitor like you!"

Feng Jiuqing glanced at Prime Minister Lu indifferently. Prime Minister Lu had a lot in his imagination, and he didn't want him to bow his head.