Chapter 511, Forcing the Emperor to ascend the throne

"How brave! How brave! The Lord of Donglin actually joined forces with Duke Yan to kill the emperor and seize the throne!"

"How dare you touch the king of our Daxia! You are so bold that you don't take our Daxia seriously!!!"

"The Lord of Donglin is too arrogant. You dared to stab our emperor to death in public. No one in Daxia will let you go!"

The court officials saw this scene when they pushed the door open. At this time, they didn't care about etiquette and rushed forward.

At this moment, they all agreed that it was the Lord of Donglin who stabbed the emperor of Daxia to death!

It also meant that the peace between the two countries was broken from then on, and Donglin was not right, and Daxia had a legitimate reason to go to war!

King Donglin had been an emperor for many years. When he saw the civil and military officials rushing in to question him, he panicked.

What was the most important thing? The most important thing was that he still had a knife in his hand. He couldn't explain it clearly!

"I didn't kill the emperor!" He hurriedly pulled his hand out of the emperor's hand, but the emperor vomited blood and held it tighter!

"King Donglin...King...Kill me, save...save me!" After the emperor spit out a few words, he stabbed the knife deeper with a "squeak" sound!

Civil and military officials: !!!

You still say it wasn't you!

"We saw it with our own eyes, you still dare to make excuses!" The civil and military officials were so anxious that they turned around.

Finally, it was the Minister of War Qian Zhibing who stepped forward and pushed the King of Donglin away, "Our Majesty is on the same level as you, and you actually killed the king to seize the throne!"

"It wasn't me..."

The King of Donglin was busy defending himself, but after being pushed away by Qian Zhibing, the short knife in his hand was pulled out of the emperor's abdomen with blood.

The emperor suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and the bleeding continued!

Civil and military officials: You still say it wasn't you?

King of Donglin: !!!

It wasn't you! How can you be so cruel! 欞魊尛裞

He looked at the knife in his hand, dripping blood onto the ground, and the blood seemed to hit the depths of his mind. He suddenly understood everything.

How did this knife get into his hands?

How did this knife stab into the emperor's stomach?

The emperor himself had planned to frame him, just for this moment, everyone could see him slaughtering the king.

Did Daxia want to send troops to Donglin, so it set a trap and let him jump in?

The King of Donglin was now terrifyingly calm. He glanced at everyone present, perhaps thinking that he could not clear himself no matter how hard he tried, so he simply looked at Xia Siheng.

"Don't be angry, quickly summon a doctor, Your Majesty, hold on!!" He immediately asked the old minister to kneel down and support the emperor.

The hall was in chaos, and soldiers in military uniforms immediately stepped forward with swords and surrounded the King of Donglin.

"Heng'er, it wasn't your uncle who stabbed him..." The King of Donglin still had a glimmer of hope, and said to Xia Siheng.

Heng'er also wants to be the emperor. There is no one in the world who doesn't want to be the emperor.

He is his uncle, and he is helping him to become the emperor.

He can't possibly hurt himself like this!

Right?

He kept convincing himself in his heart.

These soldiers in front of him are all Heng'er's men. No matter what, the emperor will not survive. As long as Heng'er raises troops to surround everyone present, he doesn't have to explain anything, and no one dares to touch him.

Before Xia Siheng could answer, Qian Zhibing stepped forward, pointed at the nose of King Donglin and cursed, "You bastard, hundreds of us saw it with our own eyes, and you still dare to quibble."

"You didn't stab him? Did our Majesty stab himself?"

"Why would our Majesty stab himself? Would he use his own life to frame you?"

"Who do you think you are, that our Majesty would use his own noble life to frame you?"

King Donglin's face darkened by this series of curses. He just opened his mouth and was about to say, "How dare you..."

"Do you still want to say that the knife in your hand was also given to you by our Majesty so that you could stab him?" Qian Zhibing was aggressive!

"That's it..."

"That's what? That's it. Our Majesty has been poisoned, and you still framed him like this. Do you have any heart?" Qian Zhibing was about to kick the King of Donglin.

Minister Liu held him tightly, "Old Qian, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive!"

"Enough!"

Xia Siheng spoke loudly, and the sound was like a thunder, interrupting all the chaos.

He raised his right arm slightly and swung it lightly. In an instant, countless purple gold guards leaped out from the darkness like ghosts.

They moved in unison and quickly, surrounding everyone in the hall strictly.

Is it the purple gold guards?

Xia Siheng actually used all his last trump cards, and surrounded them without distinction!

There is no doubt that this must be an act of forcing the emperor to ascend the throne!

King Donglin thought about this, and his heart was immediately surging. He breathed rapidly, his chest rose and fell violently, and his hands clenched unconsciously, determined to lend a helping hand to Xia Siheng!

He sneered repeatedly, and threw the dagger in his hand fiercely, and the dagger collided with the ground, making a crisp sound.

He raised his head and shouted, "I advise you to open your eyes and see the current situation clearly! The person who is most qualified to ascend the throne and become the emperor is my nephew Xia Siheng! I am the common ruler of two countries, and you, a beast, dare to insult me ​​like this."

"Heng'er, tell someone to take them down, now is the best time for you to ascend the throne!"

As soon as these words came out, the civil and military officials who had originally come to rescue, all cast their eyes on Xia Siheng!

Their bodies trembled slightly, and beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads.

"Ninth Prince, what exactly does this mean?" An old minister's voice trembled, and his fingers couldn't stop shaking.

Could it be that Xia Siheng really wanted to seize power and the throne, so he joined forces with the Lord of Donglin and the Duke of Yang to come to help, intending to kill the king?

If this is true, then all the officials just now regarded the Ninth Prince as one of their own... Aren't they just jumping into the fire pit on their own initiative?

But that's not right. The Ninth Prince has troops and power. If he wanted to be the emperor, he could have ascended the throne long ago. Why wait until now?

All the court officials were silent for a while, their faces full of confusion and fear.

"Heng'er, it seems that there are still many people who don't obey you. You should take them down and kill them until they obey!"

The King of Donglin smiled sinisterly, and his distorted face looked particularly ferocious.

In his opinion, Heng'er was still young and needed his teaching.

"Okay uncle." Xia Siheng slowly raised the corners of his mouth and spit out four words coldly.

A glimmer of subtle cunning flashed across his eyes, and then he raised his hand and ordered in a cold voice: "Catch the traitor who killed the king and seized the throne! Kill him!"

The King of Donglin looked at all this triumphantly, with his hands clasped in front of his chest and his body slightly leaning back.

Seeing the Purple Gold Guards draw their knives and move, his smile gradually froze.

Because the Purple Gold Guards actually put the knife on his neck!