In the evening, less than a few hours before Wei Han's beheading, Wei Chenggang wrote a letter in the study and asked someone to send it to White Bird City.

The spy came in from the trail and replied to him, saying that Qin Yin had caught it.

When she caught Qin Yin, she was still strolling around the rouge shop. After being knocked unconscious by the secret agent, he walked away with a sack.

This woman has no guilt at all.

"Lock her up first, and serve her with good food and drink."

"Yes." Although I don't understand why I was treated well after arresting people, the secret agent ordered to do so.

Wei Cheng sat in the study until dawn, his mind in a mess. It wasn't until the guards came to remind him of the time that it dawned on him.

Get up, get dressed, and rush to the execution ground.

Today is the day when Wei Han was beheaded, and the sky is getting more and more gloomy, as if it will rain anytime and anywhere. So the guards also prepared umbrellas.

As soon as I went out, the rain began to fall, and it hung down the eaves. This kind of weather is just right for reading in front of the window with a book in hand, and when you are tired of reading, you can lie down on the soft couch and chat.

Wei Cheng saw such a scene in a trance and heard Su Zhenzhen's laughter. A muffled thunder woke him up.

The carriage drove faster than the prisoner's cart outside the execution ground.

After a tea time, many people gathered in the same place to watch the excitement. They would never have thought that King Chun, who was vigorous not long ago, would die.

He died so miserably that he was going to be beheaded.

"Oh, let's stop watching, this scene is too bloody."

"You don't look at me at this kind of excitement! Go, go, you hurry home and cook. ”

In the commotion, Wei Cheng sat in the carriage, opened the curtain, and saw the prisoner cart coming. There are a lot of soldiers guarding it, and they are vigorous, as if they are sending off some heroes.

The soldiers took Wei Han down from the prisoner cart step by step, Wei Cheng was wearing handcuffs and anklets on both hands and feet, and the heavy sound of the iron chains mopping the floor seemed to resound in people's hearts.

Many years later, some people recalled this scene and would say, "I think back then, I also saw the handsome King Chun." ”

Wei Han was escorted to the execution platform, knelt on the ground, kneeling the entire capital, and coincidentally, as soon as he came, the rain stopped.

The guards outside collected their umbrellas.

There was no miracle, and there was no turning point, and the judge saw that the auspicious time had come, and drew a order from the bamboo tube, sighed, and threw it.

The executioner's broadsword was already ready, and after squirting wine, he moved his four muscles and bones, and then his hand rose and fell.

Several screams erupted at the scene, some people didn't dare to look, and some people watched it with relish.

Wei Cheng's pupils narrowed suddenly, he had already gotten out of the carriage, and now he couldn't stand.

"Lord Wang, are you okay?" As soon as the guard finished speaking, the rain fell again, and it was still very heavy.

If you look closely, you can see ...... It's a rain of blood.

"Strange, why is this rain red?"

"Oops! Saying that this dark cloud is a bad omen, you are still watching here, hurry home, otherwise I will not cook today! ”

"Yes, yes, let's go, let's go, oops, it's really unlucky, splashed in mud."

Wei Cheng opened his umbrella and stood in place to watch, the bloodstained area was mottled and washed away by the rain.

The guards persuaded him to go back from behind, but he was indifferent.

Seeing the excitement in such an instant, the people surrounding the execution ground gradually dispersed, and in the end, even the judge left, and Wei Cheng was still holding an umbrella.

He stretched out his hand to catch the rain, and sure enough, it was a rain of blood.

He muttered to himself, "You ...... We'll see you again. ”

Wei Chengmo rubbed his fingers on his hand, "From today onwards, I will only feed Qin Yin one rancid meal every day." ”

"Yes."

After that, Wei Cheng stopped looking, turned around and got into the carriage, and went home.

At this point, there is no Chunwang Mansion in the capital, and the people inside are dead and scattered. Su Zhenzhen slept in the Peach Blossom Spring, and as for Wei Han, Wei Cheng collected his body in the end.

In the peach blossom garden, the wind is blowing gently, and the petals on the branches fall to the ground, covering a flower path.

Three days later, Wei Cheng returned here, and this time it was Wei Han who he wanted to bury with his own hands.

He buried them together. Then, he was left alone, and suddenly felt that the world was boring.

"Have you heard, King Chun and his princess are dead!"

"Huh?"

"It's strange and pitiful, both of them are young, I saw it from afar last time, one is handsome and the other is beautiful, alas, it's really providential!"

"So, it's the fourth prince who wants to succeed to the throne?"

"Now it seems that he is the only one."

After a heavy rain, the capital was completely renewed, and the bloodstains of yesterday were also wiped away, as if it had never happened. The people talked about it with great relish, and for them it was just a common thing.

People die every day in the capital, but the people who died this time are more famous, so when they talk about it, they always sigh with that.

And when he had finished speaking, he went home and did his own thing.

Inside the Four Kings' Mansion.

A bunch of subordinates gathered together, some happy and some worried.

Since Wei Han was beheaded and buried, Wei Cheng locked himself in the study, drank and broke things, and this morning, he suddenly fell silent.

No one dared to knock on the door, and they didn't have the guts.

Inside, the beam of light moved slowly, shining on the head lying on the table. Wei Cheng's fingers moved, bent slightly, and his eyes opened.

"Why...... You refuse to dream. ”

The pressed rice paper was crumpled, uneven, and soaked with tears.

There are wine jars and debris at the feet, and the whole room can be said to be very messy. Wei Cheng got up from the crook of his arm, with deep tiredness in his eyes, he sat lazily on the chair, and casually picked up the wine jar in front of him.

Tilt your head and pour out only one or two drops. Suddenly, this wine jar was smashed by him again.

The people outside were so frightened that their backs tightened and their heads tightened!

After drinking so much wine, I can't forget that scene. He shouldn't have ...... She shouldn't have taken her to the dungeon.

I regret it now, but the person is no longer there. Wei Cheng's eyes were so empty that it made people feel distressed.

Suddenly, Wei Cheng opened the cabinet, and there was a bundle of picture scrolls inside. Slowly unfolded, it was Su Zhenzhen who was painted on it, she was holding a pear, her face was delicate, and a little angry, wearing the best clothes, lifelike.

This is Wei Cheng secretly painting Su Zhenzhen, seeing this, he was saddened, and finally trapped by his thoughts.

The more courageous spy came in from the back path, bypassed the debris all over the ground, and said respectfully to Wei Cheng: "Lord, the emperor is seriously ill, do you want to enter the palace at this time?" ”

Wei Cheng brushed his messy hair, and finally returned to normal, a trace of remorse crossed his eyes, and then, he asked, "What about the woman surnamed Qin?" ”

"I have done it according to the instructions of the prince, and she refuses to eat a bowl of glutinous rice every day."

Wei Chengyin said ruthlessly: "Then starve her!" "When you're hungry, you're naturally willing to eat anything.

"Yes."

"From today onwards, cut her once a day and feed her this." Wei Cheng threw a bottle of pills from his waist.

"Yes."

After changing his clothes, Wei Cheng opened the door, and the subordinates who were waiting on the side immediately went in to clean the room after he walked away, making sure to restore the room to its original state before Wei Cheng returned.

The menacing prince is so terrifying.

In the Qiankun Palace, the emperor was lying on the dragon bed, wearing a single yellow obscene robe, and a large number of imperial doctors knelt at his feet, and everyone's faces were as ugly as death.

The concubines pinched their handkerchiefs and cried, as if the emperor was going to drive west in the next second. Some are crying sincerely, and some are pretending to cry. But there are so many people, I can't see it anyway.

The eunuch outside reported that the fourth prince had entered the palace.

In the next second, the person kneeling on the ground threw his eyes over. To strive to behave like that in front of Wei Cheng, he is very enthusiastic and courteous.

They all knew that Wei Cheng would inherit the throne. It's better to stutter first.

Wei Cheng has been treated differently since he was a child, and he has seen through the warmth and coldness of people's hearts. Naturally, I know that this group of doglegs has bad intentions and only cares about their own interests.

He was now in a different position, standing at a different height, hearing different voices and seeing different things.

After he takes the throne, the first thing is to get rid of these villains first.

Thinking about it, Wei Cheng had already knelt in front of the emperor and saluted.

The emperor didn't have much hope for this son, but he never thought that after his death, it would be Wei Cheng who would succeed him.

"Get up."

The concubines were crying, and the emperor was very impatient when he heard it, so he waved his hand and asked everyone to go down first, leaving Wei Cheng to speak in the palace.

"Come and sit."

Wei Cheng got up and sat down on the round chair at the front. Helping the emperor to lean on the head of the bed.

The emperor's face was very bad, he only hung in one breath, his eyes were majestic, and his voice was deep.

Looking at him, Wei Cheng didn't know how to feel in his heart. Su Zhenzhen was killed by him, but he was his own father.

Is it to hate, or whatever.

After losing his mind for a moment, Wei Cheng heard what the emperor said clearly. It is nothing more than to teach himself a little truth about how to behave in the world, plus which forces to guard against in the court.

After saying that everyone to watch out for one by one, they can go directly from this column to the palace gate.

It seems that there will be quite a lot of people to be killed in the future.

After keeping it in mind, Wei Cheng got up, bowed to the emperor, and then retreated.

There were still a bunch of old ministers standing at the door, and when they saw him come out, they hurriedly greeted him with a flattering smile.

Wei Cheng was disgusted at this moment, and after finishing the two sentences, he went directly out of the palace. He looked up at the sky, and it was completely different from when he came.

After going back, Wei Cheng made a list of the people to be disposed of. The first of these is to attack the Prime Minister's Office.

Half a month later, the emperor was terminally ill and had no cure, and the whole country was sad. Early the next morning, the death knell rang out in the palace. I knocked three times in a row, as if to warn the world.

When the news came out of the palace, Wei Cheng was still writing a letter in the house and sending it to White Bird City. In the past half a month, he has been so busy that his feet do not touch the ground.

There were several of Wei Cheng's henchmen standing in the room, and they were watching Wei Cheng come all the way.

"This letter must be delivered to White Sparrow City. Give it to August. Also, if someone dares to do something in 'Thousands of Purples and Thousands of Reds', they will be killed. ”

"Yes."

After everyone received the order, they swarmed out. Wei Cheng's eyes were heavy, and he changed into mourning clothes and entered the palace. The palace road that has been here countless times is full of white sail flags, and this funeral is told everywhere.

All the princes came from thousands of miles to mourn, but those who had been relegated to various places before did not have this qualification.

In the Qiankun Palace, there was a sudden ghost crying wolf.

Wei Cheng's black boots had not been stained with a little mud, he walked in, he had already exercised a kingly demeanor, and frowned, as if these cries disturbed his ears.

Several concubines knelt in front of the bed and wept silently, the eunuchs and palace maids were silent, and a minister behind him knelt on the ground in mourning clothes.

Yesterday it was the same, and today it is the same.

Wei Cheng, who was accustomed to life and death, was not much touched by this scene, he only knew one thing in his heart: "Oh, the emperor is dead." ”

On the dragon bed, the emperor lay there quietly, covered with an incomparably luxurious golden velvet quilt, and the palace people wiped his face, as well as his hands and feet, and put on a dragon robe again.

From a distance, it was the majestic emperor again.

People die every day in the palace.

Wei Cheng glanced at the hall, the air pressure was very low, except for him, he seemed to be crying. He looked rather ruthless.

After a while, the ministers began to discuss the emperor's future. and the Emperor's final decree.

What is written in the decree is naturally a matter of succession.

Today is a funeral in the palace, but it is a happy event. The eunuch choked up and picked up the decree, and everyone knelt down and listened to his male duck voice read the decree.

"Fengtian carrier, I know that there are not many days after my death, and the country and society are difficult, and I can't start anymore, so I will pass on the position of the Ninety-Five Emperor to the current four princes Wei Cheng......"