The bronze axe and spear reflects the cold light.

The carriage drove all the way into the palace city, but Cheng Daxin did not see any familiar faces of Huang Yuwei, all of which were the figures of Ruoao Liudu.

The carriage is waiting outside Nagisa Square.

He lifted the curtain of the car and looked at the deep palace.

The cold wind blew and rushed towards me, as if the sky of the Great Chu had finally strided from autumn to winter.

After he was at all costs, he finally mastered the sporadic and reliable tips and determined the palace change that night. However, based on these news alone, he, who was only in his thirties, could not predict the current situation in Chu State. How dangerous is it?

Cheng Daxin pondered and thought about it again and again.

He was originally a civil servant. After the Ruoao Yuejiao Rebellion, even though he picked up the sword and decided to fight, he had never experienced too many struggles in his life like Cheng Dechen.

There is no sword in hand.

After all, he will be just a piece of fish that will fall into the chopping board of others and be slaughtered.

But at this moment, he still made up his mind.

I just don’t know what will be greeted for this decision?

It's probably the word "death".

This is the worst result.

A self-deprecating smile appeared on Cheng Daxin's face, and suddenly he felt that the cold wind was a bit fake. It was obvious that he should have a cold body, but his palms actually felt a hint of hot flash.

Looking at the layers of high platforms in front of him, the Clouds Golden Palace, his colleagues who were also waiting in the car were restless. After a long silence, he suddenly spoke: "What do you think?"

At this time, there were only two people in the carriage.

The person who asked this question was not the second person.

Su Cong pursed his lips and looked at the dim car. The young Zuo Yin with a pale face bowed and said, "The situation is not good for us, I hope the adults think twice!"

There was a moment.

Cheng Da thought of Cheng Fei, his younger brothers, those sister brothers and sisters, and his wife. He was worried about his safety every day and his dead father. He suddenly wanted to sit in the same room with them and talk to them...

Even if it’s only Cheng Jia’s blame, “Brother, this is too dangerous”… or Cheng Fei’s voice “Dad, Daddy…”, his wife’s uneasy and concerned look…

Good too...

He didn't feel any regrets.

"Even you think so, I'm afraid everyone thinks so." Cheng Daxin woke up from his loss of mind and looked at Su Cong and said, "So I have to try it with my life this time."

Su Cong frowned, paused for a moment, and said, "Sir, he even dared to take action by Old Li, you do this..."

Cheng Daxin's eyes narrowed slightly.

A light flashed in his eyes.

After a moment of silence, he just said: "In my eyes, in Jiadi's eyes, he has always been a gentleman who has a word of all words, and is definitely not an ambitious person like Yue Jiao!"

“It’s different from the past…”

Su Chang didn't know what Ruo Ao Ziyan was like in the past, but in his opinion, Ruo Ao Ziyan's behavior at this time was very reasonable to eliminate all enemies who might threaten and oppose Ruo Ao's family.

What's more, he did not believe that any loyal minister of Ruoao family had such overwhelming power from beginning to end.

How can you be willing to stay below one person for a long time?

"We should not confront it rashly in the court, but should try our best to determine the safety of the queen and join forces with all parties to rescue the queen. Otherwise, if the queen becomes hostage, we will be more passive."

Reason made Su Cong make more secure suggestions.

"The queen can't contact you. There are too few palace servants who are willing to take the risk of providing tips, and all the guards around you are imprisoned. I and General Ouyang secretly analyzed this matter. In this palace and in this court, it is no longer possible to judge who is worthy of our trust... Maybe no one..."

Cheng Daxin looked up at the vast fog, his eyes were confused.

Su Cong looked at him: "So sir, we should preserve our strength now!"

"I'm afraid I won't have a chance."

Cheng Daxin's answer was extremely heavy, and he handed a piece of brocade: "This is the message I just received..."

The two people in the car suddenly fell into silence.

They knew that if the informed person said, the Gui Bo, who represents the god of death, was already approaching the entire Cheng family, but Cheng Daxin was unwilling to escape like Yue Jiao last time, and even prepared for suicide-like confrontation.

In the canal under the carriage, there was flowing quietly and quietly, and then it flowed along the ditch, making a slight sound, breaking the silence in the car.

"Now I can only choose to die with dignity or cowardly death!"

Theory of the Great Heart.

Su Cong was speechless.

He knew that Cheng Daxin's words were absolutely false. With that method, even if their cowards chose to escape, they might not be lucky enough to escape again.

He said with a heavy voice: "So you and Chen Huang and the others escape, and at the same time you go to deliver letters to your second brother and General Ouyang and others. I will stay and delay for a while."

Cheng Daxin insists on the Tao.

"grown ups!……"

After struggling for a long time, seeing Cheng Daxin get off the carriage alone and walk towards the palace city, Su Cong knelt on both knees with a trembling voice and said with tears in his voice: "Su Cong will definitely help the young men rescue the king."

"Go away!"

"Da da da da!"

The sound of horse hooves rang behind him, and a carriage galloped away.

The bell rang outward.

Cheng Daxin took a step up to the steps of Zhugong, accompanied by the rising sun, step by step, with reluctance to leave his relatives and concerns about Da Chu, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth until his death...

The ministers entered one after another, and he was also mixed in the team.

I saw that on the jade steps in the hall, the pearl curtain half covered a person, not revealing his appearance, but it was like a ball of cold mist covering the hall. Everyone trembled and crawled on the ground.

Say salute to him.

Because he is the most powerful man in Dachu.

"From now on, the Zuo Tu is promoted to the imperial court and given a seat in the Golden Palace. The current regency and state supervising state will be in charge of all military and political affairs at home and abroad, and the appointment of personnel. If any important matters are made, all the ministers will submit their resolutions to the prince-consort!"

"I'm here!"

Zhao Changshi's decree was issued, and the audience was stunned.

Countless thoughts came across my mind... I was given a seat on the Golden Palace, and the regent in the current dynasty. What does this mean?... The queen is really sick? Or has she died suddenly?...

Everything seemed to confirm their guess.

The ministers trembled even more and crawled on the ground. They did not dare to look at Ruo Ao Ziyan who came forward to receive the order. They just knelt down and shouted: "Please rest assured to recuperate. We will do our best to assist the imperial court to handle the government and restore order in the middle school!"

Surrendering to the strong is nature.

Only those who do not have the ability to surrender will call it flattery.

Not everyone in the Great Chu is qualified to kneel in this hall and the Supreme Great Chu. Even if the man sitting high above really kills the king and usurps the throne, it just means that he already has the strength to surpass the royal power.

So who says that usurping power is shameful?

But I don't understand Game of Thrones.

Ruo Ao Ziyan was not at all uneasy at all, and sat up high. From his eyes, the officials became more and more trembling, kneeling more sincerely, bowing down and not daring to look up or objecting, just like the bronze ritual vessels in the hall, but the decoration of the hall.

With his every move, with his calm confidence and contempt, he took over the decree he wrote with his own hands.

He shouted: "Zhao De?"

"I'm here!"

"Gong's discussion!"

From beginning to end, no one refuted it. When Zhao Changshi saw this, he sighed in his heart: If Ao’s dynasty, I, the Great Chu, had no loyal ministers and generals, and could only read the text according to the script: "If you have a copy, you will leave the court without a copy!"

Cheng Daxin frowned and knelt on the ground.

The big hand held the sleeve tightly and played with the song. It became tight and loose, and it became loose and tight. Behind him, Shen Wuwei and Ruo Ao Ziyong frequently waved their heads to him, enduring.

He shook his clothes and walked towards Ruo Ao Ziyan's lower head. The closer he got, the clearer the figure on the throne, and the more nervous Cheng Daxin was.

Since Ruo Ao Yuejiao's battle, he has seen many big battles. He has received important important figures at home and abroad with Cheng Dechen... But as the Zuo Yin of a country, for some reason, he always feels that there is a particularly strong sense of oppression in front of Ruo Ao's nephew who is ten years younger than him.

Is it the oppression of power or the footsteps of death?

Or is it Ao Ziyan himself?

Facing this nephew who has been a peer since childhood, Cheng Daxin cannot tell the difference, but he can be sure that in his lifetime, only today is he becoming more and more sure what he wants to do in this life.

The first one stepped forward and bowed and said, "The queen is seriously ill and has a great heart. I beg to represent all the ministers to visit the palace."

"The queen is still ill and should not be treated to guests."

Zhao Changshi immediately spoke.

Cheng Daxin lifted his official robe firmly and said, "Now everyone in the city is rushing to spread the word. The queen died of illness and rumors are everywhere. If Daxin can't see the queen today, it's hard to feel at ease! So no matter how seriously the queen is, please ask the queen to come out and see him, break the rumors and calm people's hearts."
To be continued...