Chapter 439: Copying Home

Ji Ling waved his hands, the musicians and kabuki bowed in salute, and then retreated silently. In the spacious hall, in a flash, there were only a dozen or so high-ranking Yan officials who participated in the banquet. Their eyes were fixed on Tan Feng who was coming with the knife, and many people's eyes turned to Ning Zecheng. Tan Feng is a well-known Ning Party, what is the purpose of bringing the knife to the hall at this moment? There are even more human double-strand battles, thinking in his heart, if Ning Zecheng wants to rebel and kill King Yan, what should he do?

Ning Zecheng was as surprised as anyone else, seeing Tan Feng walking straight towards Ji Ling, his heart was whizzing coldly. Watermark Advertisement Test Watermark Advertisement Test Finally, he slammed the wine glass in his hand, "Tan Feng, what do you want to do if you want to bring a knife to the temple?"

Tan Feng turned around, bowed slightly, then turned his head, walked steadily towards Ji Ling, bowed, and raised Li Yuncong's confession above his head with both hands, a servant came over hurriedly, took the confession, and placed it on Ji Ling. In front of Ling.

In the deathly silence of the hall, Chunyu Yan remained calm, and the eyes of other people looking at Ning Zecheng seemed extremely subtle. The meaning of this situation was already obvious. Tan Feng betrayed Ning Zecheng. Sincerity, he took refuge in the king.

Ning Zecheng didn't have any expression on his face, but the slightly trembling wide sleeves still revealed the anger in his heart at this moment. He didn't know what Tan Feng handed to Ji Ling, but his years of political struggles still made him feel the great danger and threat. Since Tan Feng dared to tear his face like this, he must have taken advantage of himself, and This handle must be fatal, otherwise, how dare he come here?

Why did I trust this wolf-hearted bastard!

Thoughts flashed through Ning Zecheng's mind like lightning. Everything was a conspiracy against him. Now that he is trapped in the palace, even if he has all kinds of abilities, he can't use it. As long as he can get out of the palace go. Everything could be turned upside down, it would not be difficult even to depose the king, but the question is, how do I get out of the palace?

What the hell did Tan Feng have to do with him? Ning Ze sincerely remembered something. Cold sweat suddenly fell down. Today is the day when Li Yuncong returns to Beijing.

"Lord Ning, what's the matter with you?" Chun Yuyan who was sitting opposite Ning Zecheng suddenly said, "Why are you sweating profusely. Isn't it hot in this hall?"

Hearing Chunyuyan's mocking words, Ning Zecheng immediately glared.

On the throne, Ji Ling suddenly sneered. "If you do something wrong, you will naturally feel ashamed. Isn't An Neng trembling with fear and dripping with cold sweat?"

Ning Zecheng stood up eagerly, "Your Majesty, I don't know what you have done against your will?"

Looking at the still aggressive Ning Zecheng, Ji Ling was furious. He threw out Li Yuncong's confession with his hands,

"If you don't want people to know, you have to do nothing. Ning Zecheng, Zhang Shouyue has guarded the border for many years. He has worked so hard and made great achievements. What kind of hatred does he have with you, and you actually sent Li Yuncong to assassinate him? Li Yuncong's confession is here, you should read carefully , see if there is any falsehood?"

With a buzzing sound, there was an uproar in the hall. Zhang Shouyue was the sheriff of one side, but he died, and at the hands of Yan Lingwei? Everyone's eyes on Ning Zecheng suddenly changed.

Ning Zecheng didn't need to look at it, because everything in it was true, but he absolutely couldn't admit it.

"If you want to commit a crime, there is nothing to worry about!" He looked up at Ji Ling, "Is this how your majesty treats meritorious ministers? Your majesty has been living in Qi for many years and has no ministers to support him. Can he sit here now? The birds are gone, The good bow is hidden, the cunning rabbit is dead, and the lackey is cooked, if the king wants to punish the crimes of the ministers, even if you say it clearly, there is no need for such an excuse."

Ji Ling laughed loudly, "Sure enough, the pig's head is cooked, but the teeth are still hard? Ladies and gentlemen, the following is the confession of Li Yuncong, the deputy commander of Yan Lingwei. Please read it. Ning Zecheng murdered the minister, and the evidence is convincing." !" With a bang, Ji Ping suddenly stood up, "Come on!"

There was an uproarious response from outside, led by Ye Zhong, soldiers filed in.

"Kings!"

"Ye Zhong, what's the matter?"

"Back to the king, among the palace guards, the minions of the rebellious minister Ning Zecheng have all been executed. Three thousand palace guards, swear allegiance to the king!" Ye Zhong knelt on one knee and said loudly.

"Okay, take down this traitor first!" Ji Ling pointed at Ning Zecheng.

With a wave of Ye Zhong's hand, the soldiers rushed forward, pushed Ning Zecheng to the ground, took off his crown and robe.

"Tan Feng, you take Yan Lingwei and go to Ning Mansion immediately to raid the house. There must be a lot of evidence in this rebel's mansion. If you don't pull any of them, bring them all back to me. I want all the servants of Dayan to see it. Look at the true face of this traitor." Ji Ling said sharply.

"I obey!"

Tan Feng strode towards the outside of the hall, and when he walked past Ning Zecheng, his footsteps paused slightly. Seeing Ning Zecheng with disheveled hair glaring at him, Tan Feng took a deep breath, raised his head , walked out with head held high.

"Ye Chong, order the nine gates of Jicheng to be sealed, and you lead the palace guards to arrest Ning Zecheng's henchmen immediately!"

"I obey!" Ye Zhong responded excitedly, stood up, and gave Ning Zecheng a vicious look. The Ning family and the Ye family now have a deep hatred, and they can see Ning Zecheng in front of him. When he fell down, the excitement in his heart was naturally beyond words.

After the two generals left, Ji Ling glanced at Ning Zecheng in disgust, and waved his hand, "Take this rebellious minister to the side hall and put him under surveillance first. After his followers are arrested, we'll have a grand trial together."

"Here!" The soldier dragged Ning Zecheng to the side hall.

In the main hall, everyone held their voices and kept their breaths. Except for Chunyu Yan, everyone else had expressions of fear. Ning Zechen, one of the two powerful ministers of Dayan, was reduced to a prisoner in an instant. Wang Jiling's posture was clearly well prepared. Tan Feng and Ye Zhong were already ready to go. Today, Jicheng, since the turmoil of the Jicheng fire a year ago, will usher in a new round of storms. I don't know how many people will fall in this round of storm.

Ji Ling, since he came to power, has almost no sense of existence in the hearts of the ministers. After Ye Tiannan fell, all political affairs were controlled by Ning Zecheng, and military affairs belonged to Zhou Yuan. He was actually a puppet sitting on the throne. Over the past few years, everyone will inevitably not pay attention to him, but today, when he showed his glory, everyone was stunned. If you don't make a sound, it will be a blockbuster. This king who has been keeping a low profile and almost no sense of presence is shot, and it is thunderous. I don't know when he will win over Ning Zechen's confidant, Tan Feng, and Ning Zecheng in one fell swoop. Get off your horse.

"Guys, it's very chaotic outside now, please stay here to drink and have fun, wait for calm down, and then go home, everyone, don't worry, Ye Chong will never disturb your mansion." Ji Ling looked at All the ministers of different colors sat down and spoke softly.

"Yes!" Everyone got up and bowed to Ji Ling to salute. In the past, they saluted to the man on the throne only because he was the king, but this time, they saluted with sincerity.

The musician and the kabuki entered the hall again, the music sounded, and the dancers were graceful, but everyone in the hall, except Ji Ling, no one was in the mood to appreciate the musician's superb skills, and the kabuki's small waist.

The nine gates of Jicheng slowly closed amid the sound of rumbling drums. The heavily armed soldiers of the nine gates stood on the city wall, and the bed crossbows were pushed out one after another. On the street, groups of soldiers came and went. , drove all the people on the street back to their homes, and within an hour, there were no other people on the bustling streets of Jicheng except soldiers, and those who could not go home for the time being were driven to teahouses. Soldiers holding swords and spears at the gates of wine shops and inns were strictly guarded.

All the people in Jicheng knew that something big happened again! In recent years, every one or two years, there will be an earth-shattering event in Jicheng. Four years ago, Linghu Chao fell, and blood flowed in Jicheng. Two years ago, a fire broke out in Jicheng, killing nearly ten thousand people. , Prime Minister Ye Tiannan fell, and today, the Nine Gates were closed again, but I don't know which important official will be the unlucky one this time.

Only important ministers with power over the world will be treated like this. How can ordinary sesame officials have the opportunity to enjoy such grandeur? Among the restaurants, teahouses, and inns where the crowd gathered, there was a lot of discussion and rumors. Everyone tried their best to use their imagination to outline the truth of the event in their imagination.

Ning Mansion was surrounded by soldiers. Tan Feng stood in front of the magnificent gate, looked at this familiar place, and sighed imperceptibly. He had been to this place many times, and it was all done The guest came as Ning Zecheng's trusted confidant and Ning Xin's friend, but this time, he came to raid the house.

"Commander Tan!" A Yan Lingwei officer ran up to Tan Feng, "Everything is ready, there are many dead soldiers in the Ning Mansion, I'm afraid they will resist."

"Anyone who resists will be shot to death!" Tan Feng waved his hand.

"Obey!" The officer turned around, raised his arm high, and dropped it heavily, "Do it!"

The soldiers lifted the heavy wood, shouted and rushed towards the closed gate. There was a loud bang, and the scarlet gate collapsed backward amidst the loud bang. There was a scream from behind the gate, and the soldiers rushed in. Entering, the sound of weapons clashing, shouts, and screams resounded in the courtyard.

Tan Feng raised his steps and walked towards the gate, on his left and right, a group of Yan Lingwei masters would tightly surround him.

In the Ning Manor, there are indeed many disciples who died. These individuals are highly skilled in martial arts, but they are still vulnerable in front of the army. No matter how good your martial arts are, facing dozens of spears piercing at the same time, there is nothing to do but die. There is also a second way.

The army was like a raging wave, smashing the obstacles in front of them one by one, stepping on the corpses of these people, pouring into the Ning Mansion, advancing layer by layer from the outside to the inside.

In the backyard of the Ning Mansion, on top of a tall building, Ning Xin stood tall, with shock and fear in her eyes, she hugged her beloved Yaoqin tightly, beside her, two confidant maids, Yao'er and Qin'er, were already frightened. Have to sit down on the ground.

"It's finally here." Ning Xin closed her eyes, two big teardrops slid down her creamy face.