Cannon Fodder Is King

Arc 3.22

"I see who dares—"

With the eighth prince's cold drink, hundreds of armored guards with red cloth strips on their heads rushed out of the side hall, and together with the guards standing on the main hall, they surrounded the hundreds of civil and military officials in the hall. real.

A group of people in black subconsciously stopped their movements.

"Hahaha!" The eighth prince smiled presumptuously. After he had laughed enough, he looked at Emperor Guangde coldly: "Father, do you think it's yours, or the swords of my men-even if you don't If you want to kill me, you have to think about this Manchu civil and military and my good fifth brother, right?"

"You, you—" Emperor Guangde panted roughly, staring, and his face flushed. He pointed at the Eighth Prince, trembling all over.

The Eighth Prince didn't care, he stretched out his hand, and Tao An, who stood by Hou Li, immediately and respectfully delivered a blank imperial decree.

He threw the imperial decree on the imperial case, saying: "It's useless to talk nonsense, Father, it's all for this purpose, I'll give you two choices, or you take the initiative to leave me..."

A flash of red light flashed in his eyes, and he said word by word: "Or, after I have slaughtered this Manchu civil and military, I will take it myself."

Emperor Guangde's face was ashes.

Should it be said that it is the fault of the father to raise or not, or should it be said that the geese will eventually be pecked by them!

As he was talking, the sound of fighting outside the palace slowly weakened, replaced by waves of neat and powerful footsteps.

Emperor Guangde certainly knew what this meant. He took a deep breath and swallowed the fishy sweetness in his throat, trying to delay time. He asked, "When did you start thinking about it?"

He asked vaguely, after all, after all, father and son cannibalism, it was a scandal after all.

The eighth prince understood, he laughed at himself, and his expression became cold again: "Not far away, it's a matter of 22 years, when there was a drought in Qingzhou and the refugees rioted. For the first time in my life, I tasted it. The feeling of wealth and life being dominated by others, panic, horror, and trepidation... From that moment on, I swear that I will ascend to this supreme position and stand above tens of thousands of people no matter what in this life."

Emperor Guangde closed his eyes, a tear slid from the corner of his eyes, and then opened them again. He said, "For so many years, I have asked myself if I treat you badly."

How can I say that the Eighth Prince was also his favorite young son, otherwise he would not support the Eighth Prince after the fall of the Great Prince. Once upon a time, he had the idea of ​​establishing the Eighth Prince as heir after a hundred years.

"This is true." The eighth prince smiled like he didn't smile: "But you shouldn't be wrong, and chose Gu Shian. Have you ever thought about what I will end up doing if you do this?"

There are a few who have always failed to seize a concubine!

Only knowing to blame others without introspection, Emperor Guangde was completely disappointed in him. After a while, he eased his breath and continued: "I will ask you again, when did you collude with Gan Zhengfu? ."

Gan Zhengfu was a closed disciple of the previous Hubu Shangshu, and the previous Hubu Shangshu was his confidant, so Emperor Guangde always thought that the Hubu was firmly in his hands.

All of a sudden, the gazes of all the officials all looked at Gan Zhengfu. Gan Zhengfu was calm, and regarded these resentful and disgusting gazes as nothing.