Each word was uttered slowly, just like this group of soldiers approaching all the officials in Yongcheng step by step.

The common people were all in their houses or kneeling on the streets, not daring to look up to see this feast of killing.

There were no screams, only blood flowing out. The soldiers were like machines, performing repetitive actions - find officials, draw their swords, and behead!

Ying Zheng sat down on the carriage frame. Longju in front had already lay down, unwilling and afraid to block Ying Zheng's sight.

A child who was just fourteen watched hell on earth unfold before his eyes.

Even though these things could not be contained by the narrow gate of Yongcheng, it did not prevent Ying Zheng from "seeing" them.

From the moment Ying Zheng started practicing, he was already a transcendent. Chen Xuan could not compare to the top transcendents today, and it was impossible for him to compare to him.

Everything Chen Xuan had was given by others, but not Ying Zheng. Except for his skills and spiritual energy, everything else belonged to Ying Zheng himself.

This is qualitatively different from Chen Xuan.

Silence, stillness.

No one spoke, and time passed slowly, just like the blood oozing out of Yongcheng.

Naturally, there wouldn't be so many officials in Yongcheng, but in the eyes of these soldiers, it seemed that as long as there was someone in the family who was working or retired in Yongcheng, they would be within this range.

Ying Zheng did not stop it, and Meng Ao could not stop it.

From the moment Ying Zheng arrived, Meng Ao was destined to act according to Ying Zheng's mood.

Even Ying Zheng didn't stop it, so how could he have the right to stop it?

More and more blood flowed, gradually dyeing the entire street red. Some of it flowed out from the gate of Yongcheng, and then shrank back obediently when it was five meters away from Ying Zheng.

No one knew how long it had been, how much blood had been shed, or how many people had died inside before Meng Ao came out covered in blood.

"I will not betray the emperor's order."

"Have you finished killing?" Ying Zheng asked this question, still pressing Meng Ao to the ground.

The strange phenomenon between heaven and earth has not dissipated, and Ying Zheng still represents the entire heaven and earth at this moment.

"The killing is over." Cold sweat returned to Meng Ao's body again. Only then did he remember again that Ying Zheng seemed to be here to call for punishment.

"That's good." Ying Zheng chuckled, and the depression disappeared again, leaving only majesty.

The world returned to its clear state, and everything was back to normal.

Meng Ao didn't dare to speak and just knelt there. He didn't know what Ying Zheng meant, nor did he dare to speculate.

Ying Zheng was not an ordinary emperor, and the emperor's intentions were not something anyone could guess.

"Then let's deal with the Wei River issue. After all, the Wei River has turned red, and most of the people in Daqin are running out of water."

Ying Zheng's words were still calm, but this sentence almost scared Meng Ao to death.

This was a feeling he had never experienced during the reigns of King Zhaoxiang of Qin, King Xiaowen of Qin, and King Ying Zichu, and at this moment he experienced it to the fullest in Ying Zheng.

"General, the emperor has been outside the city for a long time. Why don't you welcome him into the city?"

Meng Ao looked at Bai Qi with gratitude, then quickly lowered his head.

Bai Qi wasn't really provoking trouble here, he was simply changing the subject. Ying Zheng's accusation against Weishui must have involved Meng Ao.

Even if it really has nothing to do with Meng Ao, some problems must be cured, otherwise it will seem that Ying Zheng is making a fuss out of nothing.

"I will die a thousand times." Meng Ao first pleaded guilty, then kowtowed and said, "Please allow the emperor to enter Yongcheng!"

Ying Zheng seemed to glance at Bai Qi, but seemed not to look at him. He didn't care about Bai Qi's interruption, nor did he care about Meng Ao changing the subject.

"Then, let's go into the city." Ying Zheng slowly stood up, drew aside the curtain, and stepped into the carriage. Bai Qi also sat back down, still serving as the coachman.

Tens of thousands of soldiers knelt on both sides of Yongcheng and inside Yongcheng, and praised in unison: "Welcome the emperor to Yongcheng!"

The evil spirit brought by the killing just now disappeared in an instant.

…

Handan was full of ruins, and you could vaguely see fires burning nearby.

From time to time, generals led soldiers to the palace.

At this time, the news of Lejian's death had spread throughout Handan. No one thought it was a joke, and no one thought it was a lie.

Even if this is an extremely absurd result, they still have to accept it and even pay the price for their wait-and-see attitude.

Handan is only this big. In any case, a two-hour rebellion is enough for them to reach the palace and go back and forth.

If they bet wrong, they will have to bear the consequences.

King Zhao Daoxiang was different from Lejian. In their attitude towards Lejian, waiting and watching would not become an excuse for Lejian to settle accounts with them.

As for King Zhao Daoxiang, they just stood by and watched, and no one even came to rescue him. This was a sin and an indulgence of Lejian's rebellion.

Although they didn't know how King Zhao Daoxiang defeated Le Jian, no matter how brave Li Mu was, it was impossible for him to lead that group of guards to fight against Le Jian's soldiers who had seen blood.

Unknown, everything is an unknown.

But they didn't need to know too much, just know that King Zhao Daoxiang won.

As for why they brought soldiers with them, I'm afraid this group of people already had an idea in their minds.

If King Zhao Daoxiang was powerful, or even had exceptionally strong strength, then they could be said to be leading troops to support the king.

Although it is late, it is also a way out. If King Zhao Daoxiang accepts it, it will be a pardon.

If King Zhao Daoxiang was weak or even barely alive, don't blame them for being cruel and ruthless, killing King Zhao Daoxiang silently and then putting all the blame on Le Jian.

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