The First Tyrant of Daxia

The ministers' beards trembled and they looked at Wei Zheng with strange eyes.

Does this old man really not understand, or is he pretending not to understand?

Your Majesty has already issued an edict to give Concubine Dou Ji a new title, making her a noble concubine. Is this old man still insisting on it?

Too old-fashioned, isn't she just a woman? If His Majesty likes her, what else can I do?

Qin Yun had no way to deal with this pedantic old man, and said ambiguously: "Concubine Dou Ji is dead, and there is only Concubine Dou in the harem."

Most ministers would shut up when they heard such an answer and felt the emperor's determination.

But Wei Zheng's face turned serious, and he said loudly and fearlessly: "Your Majesty, it is against etiquette and rules for you to openly occupy your elders like this!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the imperial study in the cold winter became even colder.

Qin Yun wanted to beat the old man to death with one punch. He thought, I have taken off Madam Chengyang's clothes before and used real guns and real bullets to do it. So what?

But he couldn't say anything, nor could he scold Wei Zheng, because Wei Zheng was a loyal minister and that was his temper.

He gave Gu Chuntang a wink and asked him to solve it.

Then he waved his hand and said, "I am tired, my dear ministers, please go back first."

Wei Zheng obviously would not give up, puffing his beard and glaring: "Your Majesty, how could you ..."

Before he could finish his words, Gu Chuntang and others carried him away with a smile, comforting and guiding him, and directly took him out of the imperial study.

From far away, you can still hear his cursing.

This matter will be settled.

After being persuaded by many ministers and with other state affairs on his mind, Wei Zheng finally gave up after hesitation.

However, he submitted three memorials in a row, requesting Qin Yun not to act so recklessly again.

His words were direct and he showed no regard for the emperor's reputation.

Qin Yun laughed after reading this. How could such a conservative old minister survive in the court for so many years?

After dismissing the ministers.

Qin Yun was not idle.

"Master Feng, immediately dispatch a large number of Jinyiwei to Xiliang and spread the news that Wang Min intended to seize the military and political power of Xiliang and plotted to kill Sima Tu."

"We must not let the Sima family of Xiliang fall into Wang Min's hands. This woman is too ambitious. Even Lao Jiu was cheated out of everything by her. In the end, he had no choice but to do something desperate."

"Once she gains too much power, the imperial court will be in trouble!"

Mr. Feng bowed: "Yes, Your Majesty."

……

Time flies and four days have passed.

The news of the shocking incident in Weiyang Palace spread to all parts of Daxia as if it had wings.

All local military and political parties got wind of this and were in a huge uproar!

Especially Xiliang.

As soon as Sima Tu died, 300,000 soldiers rioted. Everyone was in danger and extremely hostile to the imperial capital!

The three armies were in the mourning hall, and hundreds of soldiers were wailing.

Sima Zong and his second brother Sima Cang, dressed in mourning, knelt in front of the cenotaph. Behind them were the important military and political leaders of Xiliang. Their situation was precarious!

There was thunder in the sky and dark clouds gathered!

"My Lord, we can't just let the death of the Grand Commander go like this!"

"This is obviously what the emperor did on purpose. He used the New Year's Eve banquet as an excuse to execute the Grand Commander and disintegrate our Xiliang army."

"My schoolmates in the court sent me news that the Grand Commander died tragically, having been given poisoned wine by the emperor."

"The imperial envoy Sun Tingfang actually had the audacity to come and offer condolences, saying that someone had forged the imperial edict. How could the emperor's imperial badge be fake?!"

A young general in military uniform growled in anger!

Sima Zong looked young, in his early twenties, and had the same heroic temperament as his father, but was a little immature.

His eyes were filled with hatred, but he said nothing.

This time!

The young general winked at several other military and political leaders around him.

Several people began to speak up and instigate Sima Zong.

"Young Master, you can't just sit there and wait for death!"

"Xiliang has sufficient food and grass, 300,000 cavalry, and our full support. We must give the imperial court a head-on blow and let them know how powerful we are!"

"That's right, we are willing to support the eldest prince to succeed to the throne and become the new Grand Commander!"

"Succeed to the throne, succeed to the throne, succeed to the throne!!"

The three armies roared in unison, and almost half of the important generals turned into fanatics, all of whom urged Sima Zong to succeed to the throne and establish independence.

It was obvious that this was premeditated.

Those generals who disagreed did not dare to speak. After all, in front of Sima Tu's mourning hall, if they said something to spoil the fun or spoke for the court, they would most likely be treated as traitors and killed.

Sima Cang's face was filled with resentment: "Brother, what are you waiting for? Are you waiting for both you and me to be executed by the imperial court?!"

Sima Zong's face showed extreme struggle. He still had some rationality and thought that this matter was suspicious, so he wanted to weigh the pros and cons.

suddenly!

A Xiliang general rushed over.

He shouted in anger at the top of his lungs: "Young Master, what a shame!!"

"The imperial envoys were having fun in the restaurant, not taking the Grand Commander's funeral seriously at all, and even jokingly talked about how good it was that the Grand Commander died."

"They also said that the Grand Commander's body was rotting and stinking in the imperial capital! No one was there to clean it up!"

The deafening and miserable sound quickly aroused the emotions of the three armies.

Boom!

The entire Xiliang army was in an uproar and was furious.

The eyes of the Sima Zong brothers suddenly turned blood red, and endless anger burned in their minds, dispersing all their rationality.

He roared towards the sky, with his veins exposed!

"what!!"

"It's too much to bully others, it's too much to bully others!"

"Pass my order, kill! kill! kill!"

"Leave no one of the imperial envoys alive. Cut off their heads and shed all their blood to offer sacrifice to my father's spirit in heaven!!"

The three armies were in an uproar, and raised their swords and spears.

They all screamed, "Kill!"

The several young generals who had fanned the flames earlier looked at each other and snickered with ill intent.

Hidden in the army, no one saw it.

Their goal is to split Xiliang, the bigger the conflict, the better!

In addition, several generals mounted their horses at lightning speed, led their personal guards, and pounced on the imperial envoys in the city like wolves.

Just less than an hour.

One hundred and seven corpses were dragged by horses in front of the three armies of Xiliang, across the plain and directly to the mourning hall!

These are all the envoys sent by Qin Yun. The current minister Sun Tingfang is among them. His head has been separated from his body!

It suddenly started raining heavily, crashing!

Faintly, thunder flashed, foreshadowing a shocking change!

Sima Zong roared to the sky, tears and blood streaming down his face.

He knelt in front of the mourning hall and said, "Father, I am an unfilial son!"

"I let you die miserably in the imperial capital, but I can't do anything about it!"

"I promise you that the three armies of Xiliang will pay your blood debt with blood. These 107 imperial envoys are just interest."

"You dog emperor must pay the price, the price of blood!" He roared, almost breaking his throat.

The solemn and angry scene made him seem even more tragic.

boom!

Thunder exploded.

The three armies were infected, their emotions were boiling, and their roars were like thunder: "The eldest son succeeds to the throne, the eldest son succeeds to the throne!"

"Counterattack the Imperial Capital, Counterattack the Imperial Capital!"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Sima Zong turned around, his eyes bloodshot and filled with hatred.

He gave a lecture: "I, Sima Zong, will inherit my father's will and take charge of Xiliang from now on. I will definitely make the court pay the price!"

The three armies dismounted and shouted, "The Grand Commander is mighty!"

Sima Zong's blood was boiling, not only because of the desire for revenge, but also because of the joy of holding power!

"Repay...!"

"There is something unusual happening in Pancheng. Qi Keng, the King of Zhenbei, has assembled a hundred thousand troops with countless food and fodder, intending to attack our important town in Xiliang!"