After Talan, the eldest prince Hulugbogilie Wanyan Oben also came forward, but he pushed Talan and pushed him out of the door, then took the hammer and hit Nianhan on the waist on the ground again.
After one blow, the eldest prince dropped the hammer and went out to stand side by side with Wuzhu. Then, the third prince and the left deputy marshal Wanyan Erlido also flashed out from the reflection hall, picked up the golden melon hammer that had turned into a blood melon hammer, and smashed it towards Nianhan's back again.
But after Erliduo finished smashing, he threw down the hammer and stood side by side with Talan. Inside and outside the provincial hall, it was quiet again for a while, until Wuzhu turned around and shouted outside the hall: "Yin Shuke, what are you waiting for?"
Yin Shuke walked over slowly and picked up the hammer, but he did not expect that Nianhan, whose belly and back had been rotten into a ball, was not yet dead. Instead, he turned his head with all his strength and glanced at Yin Shuke sideways, and seemed to be muttering something in his bloody mouth.
Even though he was facing him from the side, even though his opponent's mouth was already filled with blood, even though he couldn't make any sound, for some reason, Yin Shuke still understood what he was saying - 'Yin Shuke, you're the one?'
So, after a moment, he just let out a long sigh, and without any hesitation, Wanyan Yinshu smashed down with his hammer with all his strength, hitting the opponent right in the face, smashing Nianhan beyond recognition.
"Third brother, you have been a marshal for many years. Yin Shuke and you are the garrison commander of Yanjing. You two should leave now and don't worry about anything else. Go to the military camp and take over the troops. Then, capture Sheyema (the eldest son of Nianhan) and the others. This matter will not happen again." Yin Shuke struck with his hammer, and the soldiers outside the palace fell silent. However, Wanyan Wushu continued to issue orders. "Xi Yin!"
Wanyan Xiyin stood in the hall at the back, staring at the corpse of Nianhan, who looked like a lost soul. He looked up in shock when he heard the words, but he was angry and said: "At this point, what else do you want?"
"At this point, you and Pu Jianu must catch up with Anban Bojilie and take good care of him." Wuzhu issued an order that Xi Yin could not refuse, and turned to look at his elder brother and Talai. "Brother, Talai, you two cut off Nianhan's head, and we will go to see the king together..."
This arrangement was extremely appropriate and no one had any objections, but they all dispersed immediately and went about their own business.
Without mentioning the other two groups, let's just talk about Wushu and his two men. After waiting in the Secretariat for about half an hour, they finally waited for their own armored cavalry to arrive. They first stripped the dozen or so Moukes in the Secretariat who dared not speak out and threw them into the side hall for placement. Then they put on their full armor and went to the King's Palace together and easily took over the palace. But unexpectedly, Wushu did not directly order those people to relax their control over Puluhu and others, but directly took the other two who were gradually recovering into the bedroom of King Wuqimai and came to the sickbed.
Wuqimai heard the news early, but he could not move half of his body, and he just opened his mouth and drooled... A moment later, the men and women in the palace saw a group of people carrying bloody heads and soldiers rushing into the palace, and they were all frightened and hid. Only the Queen Tangku and a few palace maids stayed in front of Wuqimai.
Unexpectedly, when he entered the palace, Wushu bowed his head and called her aunt. Then he stood up and said seriously, "Aunt, please bring a sand table. Wushu has something to ask the king for his order."
At the beginning, everyone tried to let Wuqimai draw a sand table, but unfortunately, the Jurchen script was invented by Wanyan Xiyin only a few years ago, and Wuqimai didn't know it at all. Wuqimai also didn't know many Chinese characters, so he gave up in the end.
In fact, if it were not for this, Wuqimai would not have lost his political ability so quickly.
Therefore, the act of lifting the sand table is indeed strange... But then again, no matter how strange it is, given the current situation, who would dare to disobey?
So, after waiting for a while, two Han concubines who were captured from Bianliang finally carried out a small sand table and a small wooden table tremblingly and placed them in front of Wuqimai's couch. Then Tang Kuo personally held her husband's hand that could move and put it on the sand table.
"Lord!"
Wuzhu walked forward alone and knelt in front of the sand table, facing each other in awe. "Nianhan imprisoned you and Puluhu, not only that, he even wanted to kill Anbanbojiliehela and the three of us brothers, as well as Talai, Pu Jianu and others, in order to usurp the throne... But he was reported by Yin Shuke and Xi Yin, and we worked together to capture and kill him in the Shangshutai. Now his head is here... Please forgive us for our hasty crime! If you are willing to forgive, please draw a tick on the sand table. If you are not willing to forgive, we will take the blame ourselves, but please draw a cross!"
Wuqimai tried to glance sideways at Wuzhu, who was only showing his helmet in front of the sand table, but he didn't know what he was thinking. But no matter what, his hand quickly drew a somewhat rugged hook on the sand table.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your generosity." Wuzhu sighed, then raised his head and continued to speak seriously. "There is one more thing... Now that Nianhan has been executed, people's hearts are inevitably in turmoil, and the Your Majesty's health is already like this, it is really difficult to handle state affairs..."
The eyes that Wuqimai stared at Wuzhu's head were completely calm.
But soon, following Wuzhu's next words, the only eye the King of the Great Jin could control couldn't help but narrow slightly.
"My eldest brother, my third brother, Talai, Pu Jianu, Yin Shuke, and Xi Yin all have the same idea, that is, Anban Bojilie is smart and righteous, so why not let Anban Bojilie succeed to the throne as the king, and then move the capital to Yanjing to appease the people, and the king will be promoted to the emperor, and go back to Liaoyang to recuperate, leaving only Puluhu and us brothers to assist the new king." Wuzhu continued to speak calmly, and Talai and Wuben behind him looked at each other, both of them were a little unprepared, but neither of them meant to object. "It's still the same... Uncle, just make a tick or a cross! If you make a tick, I will go and do it with them, if you make a cross, we will discuss it later!"
Perhaps because he was tired this time, Wuqimai drew slowly and tremblingly, and at one point he even wanted to stick out his tongue to make a sound instead of drawing on the sand table. But finally, the second emperor of the Great Jin Dynasty, with the help of Queen Tangkuo, who was crying with her face covered, drew a neat hook on the sand table.
The kind that can score 90 points!
PS: Thanks to 116 Meng and Burning Dawn.
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