Ji Ling waved his hand, the musician and the genius bowed as a tribute, and then retreated silently. In the spacious hall, in a flash, only a dozen senior officials from the Great Yan who attended the banquet were left. Everyone's eyes were staring at Tan Feng who was holding the knife. Many people's eyes turned to Ning Zecheng. Tan Feng was the well-known Ning Party. What was the purpose of bringing a knife to the hall at this moment? Some people's double-stranded battle was even more, thinking in their hearts, what should they do if Ning Zecheng rebelled and killed the King of Yan?

Ning Zecheng was no less surprised than anyone else. As Tan Feng walked straight towards Ji Mausoleum, his heart was filled with a chill. Finally, he slapped the wine glass in his hand, "Tan Feng, do you want to bring a knife to the palace, what do you want to do?"

Tan Feng turned around, bowed slightly, then turned his head and walked steadily towards Ji Ling, bowed, and raised Li Yuncong's confession in his hand over his head with both hands. An eunuch rushed over, took the confession, and placed it in front of Ji Ling.

The silence in the hall was as dead as if Chunyu Yan was silent. The other people looked at Ning Zecheng again and it seemed extremely subtle. The meaning of this situation and scene was already very obvious. Tan Feng betrayed Ning Zecheng and surrendered to the king.

Ning Zecheng's face had no expression, but the slightly shaking wide sleeves still exposed his inner anger. He didn't know what Tan Feng handed to Ji Ling, but his years of political struggle still made him feel huge danger and threat. Since Tan Feng dared to tear his face like this, he must have held his own handle, and this handle must be fatal. Otherwise, how dare he come here?

Why did I believe this wolf-hearted boy?

Ning Zecheng's mind flashed with lightning, and everything was a conspiracy against him. Now that he was trapped in the palace, he could not do anything even if he had all his abilities. As long as he could leave the palace, everything could be turned over. Even if he was abolished, it was not difficult to get rid of the king. But the question is, how did he leave the palace?

What kind of fatal handle did Tan Feng get? Ning Zechengmu remembered something. A cold sweat suddenly fell. Today is the day when Li Yuncong returns to Beijing.

"Mr. Ning, what's wrong with you?" Chunyu Yan, who was sitting opposite Ning Zecheng, suddenly said: "Why are you sweating profusely? Isn't it hot in this hall?"

Hearing Chunyu Yan's sarcastic words, Ning Zecheng immediately glared at him.

On the throne, Ji Ling suddenly sneered, "If you do something bad, you will naturally feel guilty. How can you not be frightened and sweat in cold sweat?"

Ning Zecheng stood up suddenly, "The king, don't know what the subordinates did against their worries?"

Looking at Ning Zecheng, who was still aggressive, Ji Ling was furious and threw out Li Yuncong's confession in his hand. "If you don't want others to know, don't do it yourself. Ning Zecheng, Zhang Shou has made a promise to guard the border for many years and has worked hard and made great contributions. What deep hatred does he have with you? You actually sent Li Yuncong to assassinate him? Li Yuncong's confession is here. Please read it carefully for yourself to see if there are any false statements?"

With a buzzing sound, the hall was immediately in an uproar. Zhang Shouyue was a county magistrate, but he died, and he died at the hands of Yan Lingwei. Everyone's eyes when they looked at Ning Zecheng suddenly became different.

Ning Zecheng didn't have to see it. Because everything was true, but he absolutely could not admit it.

"If you want to add a crime, you have no worries!" He looked at Ji Ming with his head raised, "Is this how the king treats meritorious ministers? The king has been in Qi for many years and has no support from his ministers. Can he sit here now? The birds are gone, the good bows are hidden, the cunning rabbit dies, and the lackeys are cooked. If the king wants to punish the ministers, he will say it clearly, and there is no need to make such excuses."

Ji Ling laughed loudly, "It turns out that the pig's head is cooked, and the teeth are still hard? Everyone, below is the confession of Li Yuncong, deputy commander of Yan Lingwei, please review it. Ning Zecheng, the murder of the minister, the evidence is conclusive!" With a bang, Ji Ping stood up suddenly, "Come here!"

The outside responded, and Ye Chong was the leader, and soldiers came in one after another.

"Master!"

"Ye Chong, what's wrong?"

"Return to the king, among the palace guards, the rebel minister Ning Zecheng's minions have been killed. Three thousand palace guards are swearing to be loyal to the king!" Ye Chong knelt on one knee and said loudly.

"Okay, take this rebel minister down first!" Ji Ling pointed the halberd of Ning Zecheng.

Ye Chong waved his hand, and the soldier rushed up, pressing Ning Zecheng to the ground, taking off his crown, and pulling off his robe and clothes.

"Tan Feng, take Yan Lingwei and go to Ning Mansion immediately and search the house. There must be a lot of evidence in this traitor's mansion. If you don't want to take a single thing, you will bring it back to me. I want all the officials in Dayan to see the true face of this traitor." Ji Ling said sternly.

"As for your order!"

Tan Feng strode out of the hall. When he walked past Ning Zecheng, his footsteps paused slightly. Looking at Ning Zecheng with his disheveled hair, he glared at him, as if he was devouring people, Tan Feng took a deep breath, raised his head, and walked out.

"Ye Chong, I'll send you the order to seal the nine gates of Jicheng. You will lead the imperial guards of the palace and immediately arrest Ning Zecheng's gang members!"

"As for your order!" Ye Chong responded excitedly, stood up, and glanced at Ning Zecheng viciously. Ning and Ye were now considered to be deeply hatred. Seeing Ning Zecheng fall down in front of him, the excitement in his heart was naturally beyond words.

When the two generals left, Ji Ling glanced at Ning Zecheng in disgust and waved his hand, "Take this rebel minister to the side hall to take care of him first, and wait until his followers are arrested, and then they will be tried together."

"Here!" The soldier dragged Ning Zecheng and walked towards the side hall next to him.

In the hall, everyone was calm and quiet. Except for Chunyu Yan, everyone else was all afraid of his face. Ning Zechen, one of the two powerful ministers in Dayan, was instantly imprisoned. Judging from the posture of King Yan Jiling, it was obvious that he was prepared. Tan Feng and Ye Chong were ready for the start. Today, Jicheng will usher in a new storm after the storm of the fire in Jicheng a year ago. I don’t know how many people will fall in this storm.

Since Ji Ling took office, he has almost no sense of existence in the hearts of all the ministers. After Ye Tiannan fell, all the political affairs were controlled by Ning Zecheng, while military affairs were returned to Zhou Yuan. He was a puppet sitting on the throne. After a few years, everyone couldn't help but ignore him. But today, he showed his strength, but when he showed his strength, he made everyone feel so thunderous that he had made Ning Zechen's confidant, and he made Ning Zecheng take action. Even if he was thundering, he didn't know when he actually won over Ning Zechen's confidant general Tan Feng and took Ning Zecheng off the horse in one fell swoop.

"Everyone, it's very chaotic outside now. Please drink and have fun here, wait for peace and return home. Don't worry, your brother, Ye Chong will never disturb you." Ji Ling looked at the ministers who were all kinds of colors sitting under him and said softly.

"Yes!" Everyone stood up and bent down to salute to Ji Mausoleum. In the past, they saluted to the man on the throne because he was the king, but this time, they were respectful with conscientiousness.

The musician and the genius entered the hall again, and the music sounded and the dance was graceful. However, except for Ji Mausoleum, no one in the hall had the intention to appreciate the musician's superb skills. The genius's slim waist was holding.

The Jiumen of Jicheng slowly closed amid the rumbling drums. The fully armed Jiumen soldiers stood on the city wall, and crossbows were pushed out. On the street, teams of soldiers came and went, driving everyone on the street back to their homes. In just one hour, there was no one else in the bustling streets of Jicheng, except for the soldiers, and those who could not return home were driven to teahouses, wine shops, inns, and soldiers held swords and spears in their hands and were strictly guarded.

All the people in Jicheng know that something big happened again! In recent years, every one or two years, a shocking event broke out in Jicheng. Four years ago, Linghu Chao fell, and blood flowed into Jicheng. Two years ago, a fire in Jicheng, nearly 10,000 people were killed or injured. The Prime Minister Ye Tiannan fell. Today, the Nine Gate was closed again, but I don’t know which important official would be the one who was unlucky this time.

Only important officials with great power in the world will be treated like this. How can ordinary sesame officials enjoy such grandeur? There are suddenly discussions in the wine shops, teahouses, and inns where crowds gather, and rumors are everywhere. Everyone is trying their best to use their imagination to outline the truth of the incidents they imagine.

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

"Commander Tan!" An Yan Linggu officer ran to Tan Feng, "Everything is ready. There are many disciples and soldiers in Ning Mansion, but I'm afraid they will resist."

"Anyone who resists, kill him or her!" Tan Feng waved his hand.

"As for order!" The officer turned around, raised his arms and fell heavily, "Do it!"

The soldiers raised the heavy pounding wood and shouted and rushed towards the closed door. There was a loud bang. The vermilion gate collapsed backwards in the loud noise. Screams came from behind the door. The soldiers rushed in, and the sound of weapons fighting sounded in the courtyard. The screams and screams were heard.

Tan Feng raised his steps and walked into the gate. Beside him, a group of Yan Lingwei masters would tightly surround the middle.

There are indeed many disciples and soldiers in Ning Mansion. These people are skilled in martial arts, but they still seem vulnerable in front of the army. No matter how high your martial arts are, you will be stabbed together with dozens of spears. Apart from death, there is no other way.

The army was as powerful as a rock, shattering the obstacles in front of them one by one, and rushing into Ning Mansion on the bodies of these people, advancing from the outside to the inside.

In the backyard of Ning Mansion, on a tall building, Ning Xin stood up with shock and fear in her eyes. She hugged her beloved Yaoqin tightly. Beside her, two confidant maids Yao'er and Qin'er were so scared that they were sitting on the ground.
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