Xiao Rong nodded: "Okay, come, skin Prime Minister Yang alive on the spot."
Yang Zangyi: “…………”
He looked at Xiao Rong in disbelief. He never expected that Xiao Rong would actually do this. After all, he had been the prime minister of the Yong Dynasty for more than ten years. How could Xiao Rong treat him like this!
After appreciating Yang Zangyi's expression for a long time, Xiao Rong chuckled and said, "I was just joking with Prime Minister Yang. How could I use the death penalty on Prime Minister Yang? Come on, just chop off Prime Minister Yang's head."
Yang Zangyi was unable to breathe, and someone was really walking towards him. He stared at the knife in the man's hand, and when he realized that he was about to die, his reaction was no different from that of everyone else, fear and panic.
However, at this time, Xiao Rong waved his hand again: "Go away, I was just joking with Prime Minister Yang."
Yang Zangyi: “…………”
He glared at Xiao Rong and said, "Xiao Rong, a gentleman can be killed but not humiliated!"
Xiao Rong raised his eyelids and curved his lips towards him: "I am not insulting the Prime Minister, but reminding the Prime Minister that whether it is you or others, whether you can survive now depends on my words. I would like to trouble the Prime Minister to see the situation clearly and make some wise decisions."
After saying that, Xiao Rong turned and left, and Yang Zangyi's face turned red and green, and his eyes looking at Xiao Rong became more and more gloomy.
Dying is an easy thing, but staying alive and continuing to resist pressure is the difficult thing. Xiao Rong deliberately did not make it clear. In Yang Zangyi's guess, the people Xiao Rong was talking about might be the diehards in the court, or they might be Yang Zangyi's own disciples and family members.
Is he... trying to save his life and let others take the lead in bowing?
Yang Zang was so angry that his whole body was shaking. Impossible! !
There is no way he would do that!!!*
Yang Zangyi refused firmly in his heart, but on the other hand, Sun Renluan thought that Yang Zangyi would defect to the Zhenbei Army in a few days. ...
When the Yong Dynasty was still there, the man surnamed Yang would do his best, but now that the Yong Dynasty is gone, he will not leave with it.
Loyalty, what is the meaning of these two words? Is Yang Zangyi's action loyal? And is Sun Renluan a loyal person?
Before he could figure out the answer, the door in front of him was suddenly slammed open. The sound of heavy armor shaking was heard in the distance. Sun Renluan looked up and saw Qu Yunmie walking in.
This is the Taiji Hall, located on the central axis of the imperial palace. This palace is actually rarely used, but every time it is used, it is a very important occasion.
Such as visits by envoys, major festivals and sacrifices, the emperor's birthday, the change of era name at the beginning of the year, and the accession of a new emperor to the throne.
Qu Yunmie had never thought that there would be someone here. When he saw Sun Renluan, Qu Yunmie was stunned for a moment.
Because in his impression, this uncle of the king has a strong build, with both the physique of a warrior and the temperament of a scholar. He has not changed in the past ten years, as if he will never age.
But now he has suddenly aged twenty years, with sunken cheekbones, untidy beard, and his spirit has weakened a lot. However, it cannot be completely said like this. There is still light in Sun Renluan's eyes, he has his own persistence, and he is willing to work hard for something, but Qu Yunmie doesn't know what that is.
Qu Yunmie had two or three thousand people on his side, and more people were coming from behind. Sun Renluan was alone, but when Sun Renluan stood up, the two or three thousand people outside subconsciously did not dare to move.
Lian Jian Qiao just stood there and did not go over to stop him or ask him to step back.
Xiao Rong walked over and saw Qu Yunmie just standing outside the hall but not going in. He was a little puzzled. After a while, Qu Yunmie stepped over the tall threshold. Seeing this, Xiao Rong took a few quick steps.
When he came here, he happened to see Sun Renluan handing two things to Qu Yunmie, one was long and narrow, like a bamboo slip, and the other was square and looked like a seal.
Realizing what was going on, Xiao Rong's eyes widened instantly.
Inside, Sun Renluan said to Qu Yunmie: "I will exchange the abdication edict and the imperial seal for a promise from the King of Zhenbei."
The imperial edict and the imperial seal were already in Qu Yunmie's hands. Sun Renluan was not threatening him. Qu Yunmie looked at the things in his hands and nodded: "You say."
Sun Renluan bowed his head slightly: "Please treat the royal family and officials of the previous dynasty well, and don't kill them all."
Xiao Rong had already walked in, and when he heard this, he paused slightly.
In fact, even if Sun Renluan didn't give them the imperial edict and the imperial seal, they would have gotten them later, but the meaning of Sun Renluan giving them voluntarily was different, it was an honor for them. And Sun Renluan didn't ask for too much, he just didn't want to kill them all, hoping that they could leave some hope for the He family and other families.
Qu Yunmie probably understood what he said. He was silent for a long time, and turned around to see if Xiao Rong had come. As a result, Xiao Rong was standing behind him. The two looked at each other, and then Qu Yunmie turned around and said to Sun Renluan: "I promise you."
Sun Renluan said nothing, but just took a step back.
Qu Yunmie waved his hand, and someone immediately came forward to tie up Sun Renluan. Xiao Rong looked at him and shook his head: "No need to tie him up. Find a quiet place for the Grand Marshal to rest."
Sun Renluan had already surrendered and he didn't care whether he was tied up or not.
When he left, Xiao Rong asked again, "Grand Sima, where is His Majesty?"
They have not officially abdicated, nor have they officially ascended the throne, so they are still the Grand Marshal and His Majesty.
Sun Renluan turned his head, glanced at Xiao Rong, and then answered him: "In the palace where your majesty lives." ...
After getting an answer, Xiao Rong no longer cared about the little emperor. He took the edict. This time it was a formal imperial decree, written on the highest quality silk. Xiao Rong hurriedly unwrapped it. The handwriting was still that of the little emperor, but it was written crookedly. Moreover, the content on it was not something that a child like the little emperor could think of. There must have been help from others.
Xiao Rong read it once, and then again. When he was halfway through the third time, he suddenly turned around and stuffed the edict into Jian Qiao's hand.
He said simply, "Read."
Jian Qiao: “…”
He was flattered, but also felt a little unworthy. Historically, the three highest officials were the ones who read out the imperial edicts. He, he was not qualified, right?
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