Wu Zheng let out a light "hey" and ignored Qian Sule who was scolding, but went straight up the steps and headed straight for Zhu Yihai. The ministers behind him exclaimed in unison, "Wu Zheng, you dare!"

But it was strange that the ministers shouted again, but no one caught up with the steps, but they just crossed their hands and cursed at the bottom of the steps, as if they could curse Wu Zheng to death.

Wu Zheng walked to Zhu Yihai, and then, as he said just now, grabbed Zhu Yihai's left hand, and then pulled the horrified Zhu Yihai off the dragon throne.

"Thief!"

"You dare to deceive the emperor and usurp the throne!"

"Oh my God, a thunder fell down and hit this traitor to death!"

Wu Zheng pulled Zhu Yihai down, but instead of sitting on it himself, he pulled Zhu Yihai down the imperial stairs.

"Come!" Wu Zheng shouted.

Now, everyone became nervous and took a step forward, trying to fight with Wu Zheng.

They think that this is the last moment.

I didn't expect Wu Zheng's next words to shock them.

"Send the King of Lu and the Dukes out of the palace to give them a good rest."

Speaking of this, Wu Zheng turned his head, "You must be tired today, and you can't let it go if you support me. After today, let's discuss it together, how about it?"

Everyone, including Zhu Yihai, Qian Sule, and Chen Zilong, was speechless.

Zhu Yihai asked, "Wu Zheng, don't you kill me?"

Wu Zhengde said with a eyebrows: "This word is not allowed to be said again."

Zhu Yihai hurriedly said, "I...ah, no, I...Wu Zheng, don't you really kill I?"

Wu Zheng looked at him coldly, then walked out of the hall.

Zhu Yihai was anxious and said, "Gou pushed down your side room and caused her to miscarriage. Don't you blame Gu?"

Wu Zheng suddenly stopped and continued to walk.

Qian Sule shouted at Wu Zheng's back: "What's there to discuss? King Lu has ascended the throne. If you don't accept it, kill me. Qian will never frown."

Wu Zheng finally stopped and turned around, "I do want to kill you, everyone. But I was thinking after the blood stained Golden Palace, the happiest thing was the Tartars in Jiangbei. For this reason, I won't kill you today, but don't force me."

The sound is dry, like a piece of porcelain scraping.

Everyone heard the murderous intent and cruelty.

Even people like Qian Sule who refuses to admit defeat were shocked by the coldness in this voice and could not speak for a while.

Seeing Wu Zheng disappear from the door of the hall, Zhu Yihai finally couldn't hold on. He let out a long breath and sat on the ground.

Chen Zilong quickly bent down and helped him, "Your Majesty..."

Zhu Yihai waved his hands repeatedly and said, "Mr. Wozi, you must not call him like this again. Compared to a good death, it is easier for me to live alone."

All the ministers were stunned when they heard this.

Looking at Wu Zheng's back as he was getting farther and farther away, listening to the increasingly blurred commands of the army evacuating outside the hall.

Chen Zilong couldn't help asking, "He...has he just let it go?"

This question asked everyone present.

Did he just let it go?

It's like a child's play!

But this is just such a joke that resolves a struggle that was originally endless.

Zhu Yihai, who had already had a "death country" in his heart, was dragged off by Wu Zheng's throne with a tragic song, was dragged off from the dragon throne by Wu Zheng.

The ministers in the hall suddenly realized that they could not hate them, and they no longer had the passion of death when they just bowed and supported Zhu Yihai.

They found that at this moment, only a little frustration and fatigue were left. The journey from Zhengyang Gate to Chengtian Gate was too long.

These officials all looked at each other with bitter expressions, and they saw the same frustration in each other's eyes.

At this time, they realized that today's things were like children's play, no, they were children's play, and they were completely farce.

With this understanding, everyone became frustrated, and even the power and interest of speaking were gone.

Walk slowly out of the palace

go.

Chen Zilong did not leave. He turned around, looked at Zhu Yihai who was still sitting on the ground, then turned to Qian Sule, asking him before, but no one answered his question: "He really let it go?"

Qian Sule sighed to the sky, and two words popped out of her mouth, "Strange!"

Chen Zilong was stunned at first, then nodded violently and said, "Mr. Qian hits the word, isn't it a monster! The monarch and ministers in the palace, and a vigorous act of protecting the country and maintaining integrity, turned into a farce when he appeared! No, you can't just forget it. Chen still has to persuade those fellow people, the world and the country cannot let him do it, right?"

After saying that, Chen Zilong lifted his collar and headed towards the gate of the hall.

But at this time, Qian Sule's voice came from behind, tired but calm, "Mr. Wozi, there is no need."

Chen Zilong turned around in surprise.

"Don't Mr. Wozi understand that the situation is over?" Qian Sule rubbed his face hard with his hands, as if this would allow him to stay awake and cheer up.

Chen Zilong was stunned. After all, he slowly put down his legs, which had been lifted to halfway.

The trend is over!

What does Wu Zheng mean when he was able to enter the palace and lead troops into the palace?

It means that it is just a matter of his thoughts to stop Zhu Yihai from ascending the throne, and even killing all the monarchs and ministers in the palace.

If he wanted, he could replace Zhu Yihai when he pulled him down.

Who can stop him?

Who dares to stop him?

Is it useful to stop it?

Qian Sule's voice seemed empty and ethereal, "The mountains and rivers are broken, and the strong enemies are surrounded by them. But I have such a monster. God wants to destroy my Ming Dynasty... God is so willing, it is not a crime of war... Qian is determined to serve the country and it is difficult to destroy the family. He ends up like this... Alas, in the end, he wants to die generously, but he just sighs what can he do?!"

When Chen Zilong heard this, he looked haggard, "Forget it, forgot, compared to being occupied by Jianluo... Alas, you must be a little stronger, do your best to do your best, let us do our best!"

After saying that, Chen Zilong bowed to Qian Sule, and the gift lasted for a few breaths. Then he shook his hand and left with his head raised.

But Zhu Yihai, who was sitting on the ground, didn't even say hello.

Zhu Yihai looked angry and pointed at Chen Zilong's back and said to Qian Sule: "Look... look, he praised himself for his loyalty and integrity. Now it seems that he... is even worse than Wu Zheng?"

Qian Sule replied bitterly: "The strong wind knows the strong grass, and the slander knows the sincere ministers. The King of Lu misunderstood, and Mr. Wozi was just discouraged. If His Highness is in trouble, Mr. Wozi will sacrifice his life to protect the master."

Zhu Yihai nodded slightly, stood up, and patted the dust that did not exist on his clothes.

Qian Sule sighed in his heart, he actually didn't say all.
Chapter completed!