Everyone in the world knows that the former Prime Minister Huangfu threatened the young master, controlled the government, and tried to usurp the throne. This was a traitor.
Now that a meteorite has fallen from the sky, and the phrase [The emperor does not pass on the first life, Huangfu replaces it] is still left on the meteorite, what does this imply
This implies that the Prime Minister Huangfu is unwilling, and is now making a comeback to take revenge on all beings.
It's just that, but Wei Ci's birthday is exactly the same as that of the late Prime Minister, and there is no difference.
Such a coincidence, who can not doubt it
Ancient people were superstitious, and they liked to use myths to explain things they couldn't understand.
They didn't know what the world outside the earth was like, so they imagined "Heavenly Palace" and "immortals" who were omnipotent.
Meteorites are treasures dropped by the gods from the Heavenly Palace, and the characters on them are naturally left by the gods.
God warned that Wei Ci was the reincarnation of the former traitor.
In the future, this person will overthrow the government and the opposition, seek to usurp the throne, and threaten the country and society!
If there is another emperor, Wei Ci will surely die, and his family will be buried with blood. For the emperor, who dares to covet the destination of the dragon chair, let alone a courtier in the ascendant period, even if it is his own father, mother, wife and children, whoever dares to stretch out his hand will kill whoever.
The emperors since ancient times, whether they were wise, ordinary or stupid, are full of common characteristics in their bones—
suspicious!
No emperor can tolerate others coveting his (her) throne and power.
In those days, memorials like snowflakes poured into the palace every day, piled up with His Majesty's dragon case.
The court and the opposition went up and down, shaking and restless.
The enormous pressure overwhelmed Wei Ci, and he even thought about committing suicide to save his innocence.
However, what made Wei Ci laugh miserably was that his house was filled with confidant guards sent by His Majesty. His every move was carried out under the eyes of these people, and even when he went to the toilet, several people were guarding him outside. Call out every once in a while, and if you don't answer, force your way.
[There are all voices of opposition from the court and the opposition. Your Majesty should not go his own way... Please also ask Your Majesty... to return the subject to freedom...]
Wei Ci never thought about usurping the throne, but everyone agreed that he would do so in the future, so he wanted to nip the hidden danger in the bud.
He couldn't stand outside pressure.
Rather than letting His Majesty order him to commit suicide, it is better to let him decide his own life and death.
Wei Ci couldn't decide when he was born, so he could decide when he died.
The small request was ruthlessly rejected—
His Majesty looked at him coldly, and only said two words after a long while.
[Wait—]
After waiting for a while, Wei Ci avoided several assassinations, and Jiang Chao ushered in his first purge.
The meteorite falling from the sky is fake, and the words on it are fake.
Murdering Zhongliang may not lead to death, but under the guise of God's order, the sin is unforgivable and implicates the whole family.
His Majesty found out several forces involved in it, seized the property, and demoted it to the common people.
Whether it was Wei Ci or His Majesty, it was clear that the few homes she had seized were just abandoned sons thrown by others to vent her anger.
Since the meteorite falling from the sky is fake, the above instructions are also fake.
Wei Ci washed away the stigma on her body, and she could avoid death penalty, live crime, and be punished and demoted.
After this time, Wei Ci slowly faded out of the power center and took the initiative to ask for a position similar to pension, and no longer had real power.
Although it was a situation, the meteorite incident from the sky still left a deep psychological shadow on him.
The original had slowly faded away, but Wu Liba's curse brought back memories of the past.
Jiang Pengji, who was sitting at the top, pouted and said disdainfully, "If the curse was so effective, would you still be a prisoner?"
She mocked unceremoniously, and Wu Liba's expression could no longer be seen.
Jiang Pengji made up the knife, "Where is the need to lead troops to fight, and build a altar in front of the two armies, is it more vicious than whoever speaks?"
Everyone in the tent could not bear to laugh, but only a few people glanced at Wei Ci and secretly relieved.
If the lord becomes suspicious, Wei Ci will suffer first.
Looking at it now, the lord is open-minded and is not afraid of Wu Liba to provoke discord.
"Even though you and I are enemies, I respect you as a man, so I won't humiliate you." Jiang Pengji let out a sigh of boredom, got up from the seat, and took out a gorgeous machete from his waist. Throwing it in front of Wu Liba, "Finish it yourself."
How can it be honorable to commit suicide by dying at the hands of the enemy
Anyway, to preserve the last shred of dignity.
Wu Liba was unable to turn around due to Jiang Pengji's reaction, and stared at her with complicated eyes.
"really?"
"Of course it's true." Jiang Pengji said, "But with your corpse, I can't promise not to do anything."
Wu Liba's eyes changed, and there was a bit of desolation and helplessness in his eyes.
"God is going to destroy my northern border - but Liu Xi - don't be too proud, sooner or later you will follow in the footsteps of this old man."
Wu Liba spoke word by word, shook his shoulders, broke free from the shackles of the left and right soldiers, and picked up the machete on the ground.
"Your Majesty—the old minister goes one step ahead—"
After all, Wu Liba held the handle of the knife with his right hand that was still able to move, and pulled it out tremblingly, his eyes were already filled with tears.
With strength from nowhere, he stabbed the blade of the machete into his left chest, and plunged straight into his jumping heart.
His eyes were bulging, and his frozen expression was hideous and heroic, as if there were a thousand words that had not yet been spoken.
After a while, he swallowed his last breath unwillingly, and his strong body slammed forward, making a dull movement.
"Drag it, wait for the weather to clear up, and hang it in front of the camp." Jiang Pengji lowered her eyes coldly, looking at the corpse beside her feet, without a trace of emotion, "When the flood recedes, integrate the three armies and clear the northern borders along the Linshui River. The tribe, chasing the remnants of the northern border—"
"Yes."
Everyone stepped back, and the expressions of Feng Zhen and the others seemed a little dignified.
It's a good thing that Wu Lipu died, but he's open-mouthed, which is really annoying.
Seeing Wu Liba's corpse hanging outside the camp, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Feng Zhen complained, "... Die if you die. If you die, you will cause trouble for others..."
Guan Qi gave way, "The lord is not very personable, she knows it very well. As long as she doesn't overdo it, she will be fine."
Although Wu Liba was annoying, but he pierced the window paper ahead of time, and the lord would think more and do it more comprehensively.
Rather than being caught off guard in the future, it is better to think about it now.
Fengzhen said, "I hope so—"
The terrifying flood slowly receded, revealing a scene like hell on earth, and the corpses shuddered.
Jiang Pengji ordered the soldiers to dispose of the corpses, and all the other living people were captured as prisoners, and by the way, they cleaned up the property of each tribe.
The flood affected a wide area, and the number of casualties was shocking.
Of course, all of this is far less shocking than Wuli pulling the corpse and hanging it in the enemy camp.