Wen Yao and the ministers turned to look at the crowd of actors and saw the martial artist looking up.

Wen Yao stared at the man's colorful face carefully, trying to distinguish the person's facial features.

Before she could figure it out, she heard the man say something: "Isn't it OK for me to get my things back?"

The sound was very familiar, and Wen Yao would never forget it.

She narrowed her eyes, and there was endless sharpness in her eyebrows: "Mo Wujun, it's you!"

Wen Yao was really surprised that Mo Wuyun was so lucky.

That day, she asked someone to send Mo Wuyun and Mo Wuchen out together, and held the idea that they would die without a doubt. After all, Mo Chengyin was not a good man, so it was normal to do something to eliminate dissidents while in power.

"Haha, you still remember me, Wen Yao!"

The last two words he pronounced were like chewing.

A gritting word came from his mouth. I didn't have to ask the medicine how much he hated her.

It’s a pity that he hates her is useful?

Of course the answer is useless.

Mo Wuyun grabbed a corner of his neck and tore it hard, and a thin piece of facial skin fell, revealing the true face at the bottom.

The originally handsome face is now full of crisscrossing scars, and it looks like a terrifying ghost.

Empress Dowager Li was so scared that she covered her mouth and exclaimed.

Mo Wuyun pointed to his face and said, "Did you see it? Now I will become like this, it's all because of you!"

Wen Yao raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

Her innocent expression and her beautiful face made people feel inexplicably disgusted.

Mo Wuyun felt endless evil thoughts in his heart, but he looked away and said viciously to the ministers around him: "I am the former crown prince, and it is me who inherited the throne. I was framed and left for so long, just to endure humiliation one day.

Return!"

There was no sound present, and no minister responded to his words.

Seeing these people reacted like this, Mo Wuyun was slightly shocked: "According to the rules of the past years, he was planning to usurp the throne. Why don't you take down these traitors immediately!"

He shouted, pointed to Wen Yao's direction and said.

The eyes of the guards were still staring at him, and some even seemed to be looking at a lunatic.

Wen Yao curled the corners of his lips: "Mo Wuyun, are you stupid enough to be fooled?"

Mo Wuyun didn't answer her words, and his hands hanging beside him were trembling slightly. No one knew that he had been waiting for this day for too long.

After Wen Yao sent him out of the city that day, he almost died under the swords of the men in black.

Fortunately, he was smart enough to hide next to the corpses, but even though he was seriously injured.

He climbed out of the hillside while Wen Yao's Thunder Army was wiped out, but accidentally rolled down the cliff and was covered in injuries. If he had not been rescued in the end, he would not have been able to stand here.

With that man's arrangement, his actions today will definitely be foolproof. The little emperor is in their hands now, and even Wen Yao dares not act rashly.

After nearly a year of resting, I had to wait for the opportunity. I finally had to cooperate with the inside and outside of the eyeliner in the palace, so Mo Wuyun naturally had to do her best.

But he originally thought that as long as he exposed his identity, he could attract the voices of some ministers, but he never thought that few ministers present knew him.

"Even if you don't agree, your emperor's life is in our hands!"

However, seeing the little emperor being captured, the ministers remained indifferent.

Some of them lowered their heads, while others turned their gaze to Wen Yao.

Except for Empress Dowager Li, everyone present had no nervous expressions at all. In fact, even if the little emperor was really dead, it would have no impact on the entire government.

Empress Li's eyes were filled with tears, she turned her head and grabbed Wen Yao's arm: "Yaoer, save Xuan'er, Xuan'er is my only son, and we, mother and son, have listened to you in everything this year, from

I have never done anything against you. For my efforts to save the Emperor!"

Her voice was sad and she regretted it even more. If she hadn't insisted on doing these things, she wouldn't have had such a crisis.

The empress dowager, she, has been used to being at peace this year, completely lost her sense of crisis, and is too dependent on Wen Yao and Mo Dongliu, thinking that as long as they are there, they will be foolproof.

Wen Yao said: "The Empress Dowager is at ease."

Having said that, how could the Empress Dowager not be nervous?

Seeing the little emperor's neck bloodstains, her legs almost kneel on the ground when she becomes weak.

The little emperor's mouth was covered, and his little face was even more pitiful and sad. Wen Yao sighed helplessly.

It seems that Mo Wuyun really understands her temperament and knows that if she attacks her this time, she will definitely lose. And there is still a little chance to attack the little emperor.

"Mo Wuyun, you have been dead for so long, and you should know that things have changed. Even if you give the throne, you may not be able to sit safely."

Mo Wuyun raised his chin, and his face covered with gullies showed a cold smile: "You don't have to worry about these, immediately give me the jade seal and write a decree for abdication. If I'm in a good mood, I can

I can spare your lives."

Outside the door, a black shadow came in. As soon as Mo Dongliu arrived, it had a calming effect.

The ministers had some panic expressions, but they disappeared after he appeared.

Even Empress Dowager Li stopped crying and wiped the corners of her eyes and looked at the tall and handsome man at the door.

He was wearing a black robe, standing against the light with his hands behind his back, his face slightly deep.

He stepped forward and reached out to grab Wen Yao behind him to protect him. Then he looked at Mo Wuyun in a cold tone of negotiation.

He never looked at this man from beginning to end, and he had no interest in whether the other party was dead or alive: "Say, who gave you the courage?"

Mo Wuyun's face became solemn. Facing Mo Dongliu, the oppression around him was terrifying: "Of course the courage was given by the prince himself. You rebel and cause trouble and seize the throne that originally belonged to me. I want to take your true face.

Expose it and tell the world!"

Mo Dongliu frowned slightly: "If you want to go, you have to go, but you have to have the life to go out from here."

The plain and cold sound made people shudder.

Mo Wuyun shook a chill unconsciously, and the already cold air became even colder: "I won't talk nonsense to you, I will hand over the military power immediately. Everyone will listen to me, otherwise I will let him die immediately!"

His threat was useful to Empress Dowager Li, but it was of no use to Mo Dongliu.

Mo Dongliu's voice was extremely cold: "Kill the emperor, I will let you die without a complete body!"

The two sides confronted each other. When Mo Wuyun heard this, he was a little afraid to really attack. He looked pale and his eyes kept looking outside.

The entire Qinglong Hall was wrapped layer by layer, and there was no limit at all.

A layer of cold sweat appeared on Mo Wuyun's forehead, and the beads of sweat gathered into a river and fell along his chin.

"Mo Dongliu, let them retreat immediately and let us go out first."

Regarding this request, Mo Dongliu sneered at the corner of his mouth.

He raised his hand and left a gap for these people. Mo Wuyun and others hugged each other and walked out hesitantly.

Mo Wuyun took the little emperor over, and only he could feel at ease by controlling himself. He lowered his voice and said in Mo Wuxuan's ear: "Be honest with me, otherwise I would be bad if I was panicked and killed you by chance!

"

The little emperor was so scared that he nodded quickly. Everyone moved outside. The cold wind was thundering and the snow was covered with snow. The weather in deep winter made people feel cold.

Although he went out, his siege of Mo Wuyun and others did not diminish at all.

The scarred face raised up and suddenly turned around and looked in one direction. It was already the sun was about to set. The color of the sky was a little dark. At this moment, a ray of light rose into the sky, and on his face

There was a little more smile: "It seems that things have been done!"

Wen Yao had a solemn face. She realized that the place where the fireworks were released was Wen Qing's prime minister's mansion.

"What happened to my brother!"

Her voice was cold and silent. Her hands hanging beside her slowly exerted force. Seeing Mo Wuyun, she also revealed a murderous intent.

Mo Dongliu frowned: "It is estimated that they have planned this plan for a long time."

Empress Dowager Li was just a woman in the deep palace, and at this time she became a little confused: "Yao'er, where did these people come from? They dared to run to the palace!"

Wen Yao said: "No matter where it comes from, there must be backing up!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw a little eunuch running in from outside to report the message: "Report, Empress Dowager, a group of envoys came outside, saying they were from the Tianheng Dynasty!"

Tianheng Dynasty!

These four words exploded among the crowd, causing all the ministers to look at each other.

An official who knew these went forward to greet Mo Dong: "Prince, these people are obviously not good at coming. What is the identity of Hengguo that day? He would actually arrange for envoys to come to our Northern Song Dynasty, probably..."

The people present knew in their hearts that a stable life would be gone.

Mo Dongliu saw the joy on Mo Wuyun's face and immediately understood something. He grabbed Wen Yao's hand and said, "The person who saved Mo Wuyun should be from Tianheng. These people have long been staring at the Northern Song Dynasty.

!"

The two small countries of the Northern Song Dynasty and Western Xia, totaling only a few hundred thousand people. Then the Tianheng Dynasty claimed to have millions of troops and various geniuses led by soldiers and stood on the top of the Eastern Region for many years. They fought against the small countries under their command.

I don’t care if I don’t look at it or care. As long as someone pays tribute every year, I will ignore it.

The Northern Song Dynasty and Western Xia have been in turmoil in the past two years, and Wen Yao and Mo Dongliu have emerged, so obviously no one has paid tribute to Tianheng again. It seems that these people have come to the door today.

Wen Yao had a fierce face: "I didn't go to trouble them, they dared to come to me. I'm so tired of living!"

The clenched fists clenched, and the sound of bone rubbing sounded. Wen Yao raised his chin and said, "Dongliu, accompany me to meet them!"

She glanced at Mo Wuyun and others, and gave a wink at her subordinates: "Take those envoys here directly, if you have anything to say, let's open it!"

When she said this, footsteps came from outside, and figures dressed in official uniforms completely different from those of the Northern Song Dynasty appeared at the door.
Chapter completed!