Chapter 990: 990: Battle of Northern Xinjiang (27)

Chapter 990 Chapter 990: Fighting In Northern Xinjiang (27)
The world knows that the Prime Minister of the former imperial emperor wanted to conquer the young master, control the political affairs, and try to usurp the throne.
If the meteorite was lowered today, the sentence [Immortal Emperor did not pass, the emperor replaced it] left on the meteorite, what does this imply?
This implied that Huang Fu was unwilling to love each other. Now he is making a comeback and taking revenge on sentient beings.
That's all for nothing. The birthdate of Zibeici is exactly the same as that of the deceased.
Such a coincidence, who can not doubt?
Ancient people are superstitious, and they like to use myths to explain things they cannot understand.
They didn't know what the world was like outside of the earth, so they imagined the "celestial palace" and the omnipotent "fairy".
Meteorites are the treasures that the goddess dropped from the heavenly palace. The words above are naturally left by the gods.
A warning from heaven hinted that Wei Ci was the reincarnation of the former traitor.
This person will be in power in the future, seek to usurp the throne, and threaten the Jiangshan community!
If an emperor is replaced, Wei Ci will surely die, and his relatives will have to bleed for funeral. For the emperor, who dared to return home to the dragon chair, Mo said that a courtier in the ascendant period, even if he was a father, mother, wife, or child, would dare to reach out and kill anyone.
Emperors since ancient times, whether wise, ordinary or mediocre, they are full of common characteristics in their bones-
suspicious!
No emperor can tolerate the throne and power of others.
At that time, snowflake-like memorials poured into the palace every day, and were filled with Her Majesty's case.
Up and down the field, shaking restlessly.
The tremendous pressure made Wei Ci out of breath, and he even thought about self-discipline and innocence.
However, what made Wei Ci smile sorrowfully is that his upper and lower levels are all sentimental guards sent by His Majesty. His every move was carried out under the eyes of these people, even when he was in the toilet, several people were standing outside. Call it once in a while, if you don't answer, break in.
[The opposition and opposition are all voices of opposition, Your Majesty should not be alone ... Have Your Majesty ... Return to the court ...]
Wei Ci did not think of usurping the throne, but everyone agreed that he would do so in the future, so he would annihilate the hidden dangers in the bud.
He can't stand the pressure from outside.
Rather than letting His Majesty order him to commit suicide, it is better for him to decide his own life and death.
Wei Ci couldn't decide when he was born, anyway, so that he could decide when he died.
The little request was rejected ruthlessly--
His eyes looked at him coldly, and only a few words were spoken.
[Waiting—]
After a while, Wei Ci avoided several assassinations, and Jiang Chao ushered in his first purge.
The falling meteorites are false, and the words above are also false. This incident is basically a purposeful person setting up a bureau to murder loyalty.
Murder to loyalty may not be dead, but sins cannot be forgiven by imposing orders from heaven, affecting the whole family.
His Majesty identified several forces that participated in it, confiscated their properties, and degraded them to people.
Both Wei Ci and Her Majesty knew very well that the few houses she had confiscated were just discarded by others and used to anger her.
Since the sky falling meteorite is false, the above instructions are also false.
Wei Ci washed away the stigma on his body. Capital punishment was avoided, and life crimes could not be escaped. It was punishment and demotion.
After this time, Wei Ci slowly faded out of the center of power, and actively asked for a position similar to the pension, no longer holding hands.
Although it was a bureau, the meteorite incident still left him a deep psychological shadow.
The original had slowly forgotten, but the curse of Wu Liba made him recall the memories of the past.
Sitting on top, Jiang Yanji pouted his lips and said disdainfully, "If curse is so effective, will you still become a prisoner?"
She taunted rudely.
Jiang Yanji added a knife. "Where do we still need to lead a war? The two armies set up an altar, which is more vicious than anyone talking?"
The people in the account laughed hard, but only a few people glanced over Wei Ci and let out a secret sigh of relief.
If the protagonist is suspicious, Wei Ci will suffer first.
Now, at first glance, the protagonist is open-minded and not afraid to force apart.
"Although you and I are enemies, but I respect you as a man, so I don't humiliate you." Jiang Yanji took a sigh of boringness, got up from the table, and took out a gorgeously shaped machete from his waist. Thrown in front of Wu Lipu, "You do it yourself."
How could it be glorious to die in the hands of the enemy?
Anyway, to preserve the last trace of dignity.
Wu Liba was overwhelmed by Jiang Yanji's reaction and stared at her with complex eyes.
"really?"
"Of course it is true," Jiang Yanji said, "but you can't promise to do nothing but your body."
Wu Li pulled his eyes changed, and his eyes were a bit desolate and helpless.
"Heaven will perish in my northern territory-but Liu Yan-you should not be too proud, sooner or later, you must follow in the footsteps of the old man."
Wu Li pulls out the words one by one, and shakes his shoulders.
"The king-the old minister takes a step-"
After all, Wu Li pulls the handle with his still right hand and pulls it out tremblingly, his eyes are already tearful.
He did not know where the strength came from, poking the blade of the machete into the left chest, and inserted it straight into the atrium.
His eyes were stern and bulging, and his frozen expression was stern and stern, as if there were thousands of words yet to be heard.
After a while, he swallowed his last breath unwillingly, and his sturdy body slammed forward with a dull movement.
"Drag it down, wait for the weather to clear up, and hang it in front of the big camp." Jiang Yanji looked down with cold eyes, looking at the corpse near his feet, without a trace of emotion, "When the flood subsides, integrate the three armies, and clear the northern Xinjiang coast Tribes, chasing the remnants of northern Xinjiang-"
"Yes."
The crowds retreated, and the expressions of Feng Zhen and others seemed dignified.
It was good that Wu Li pulled up, but he didn't cover it, which was really annoying.
Watching Wu Lipu's dead body hung outside the camp, he felt relieved.
Feng Zhen complained, "... dead to death, and it will cause chaos ..."
The gave way, "The protagonist is very human, and she knows very well. As long as you don't go too far, nothing will happen."
Although Wu Li was annoying, but he pierced through that layer of window paper in advance, and the protagonist would think more and do it better.
Instead of being caught off guard later, it's better to think about it now.
Feng Zhen said, "I hope so--"
The terrible flood slowly receded, revealing the hell-like scene on earth, and a corpse shuddered.
Jiang Yanji ordered the soldiers to dispose of the corpse, all the other living people were captured as captives, and incidentally cleared the belongings of each tribe.
The flood affected the area too wide, and the number of casualties was even more alarming. It directly destroyed the large and small tribes along the Lishui coast.
Of course, all this is far less than the force to pull the corpse and be attacked in the enemy camp.
(End of this chapter)