Conferred God: I, Who Just Wanted To Run Away, Was Overheard By The Emperor

Di Xin left from the West Palace of Concubine Huang Gui, but he did not immediately go to the Golden Palace to deal with the twenty-eight ministers, but let people pass the word without salt.

I know, just wait.

Just seven short words.

It didn't say whether Yin Ze should be executed according to their advice, nor what would happen to them.

Very bland, very ambiguous, just let them wait.

What are you waiting for?

It will not be possible to straighten those ministers directly.

It shouldn't be, the old grandfather of the two dynasties has a question mark on his forehead.

According to Di Xin's character in the past, and how much he doted on Yin Ze, he should have been irritable and murderous at the moment, not to mention cutting them all in one breath, anyway, he should kill a few to vent his anger.

But why is it so hard to find a brain?

Don't say kill Yin Ze, don't say kill them, just let them wait, too calm, too indifferent, this is not Di Xin's behavior at all.

Originally full of confidence, all the ministers who were eagerly waiting to become immortals after death all began to panic.

Kneeling in front of the white jade steps is a torment.

"Master Taifu, shall we continue to kneel here, or?" A minister asked unsteadily.

"Didn't you tell us to wait!"

Taifu replied calmly, but in his heart, he was not much better than others.

Di Xin's cold and ambiguous attitude directly made him unable to start.

Just like that, from the early morning to the evening, it was almost six hours before they knelt down, and a group of ministers who were not very tough at first finally couldn't hold on anymore.

Kneeling like this, without Di Xin beheading them, they would be exhausted to death themselves.

Kneeling to death like this can't reduce the fortune of the big business. A group of people stared at each other for a long time, and finally someone asked cautiously: "Master Taifu, otherwise, let's kneel again tomorrow, my body, I can't stand it anymore..."

"Yeah, Master Taifu, otherwise let's go back first, tyrannical Zhou... ah no, the king didn't say that he must let us wait here. It's the same when we go back and wait." A minister echoed.

Tai Fu rubbed his legs, nodded in agreement, and knelt down again, he couldn't stand it anymore.

A group of people help each other up in embarrassment, limping ready to leave.

But before they could reach the gate of Jinluan, the evil came and brought a bunch of fierce and vicious frontal warriors, holding the gourd hammer to seal the door.

"My lords, the king asked you to wait, where are you going? Do you want to resist the edict?" Evil Lai asked with a sneer, a pair of wolf eyes full of contempt.

Before the ministers could answer, Eilei waved his hand, "Come here, help the lords to go back and kneel, the king has an order, the execution of the third prince Yin Ze is very important, he must think about it carefully, before thinking clearly, No one can leave the Golden Palace Half step!"

"Ah this..." Taifu felt that his head was about to explode, but in front of a group of warriors in front of the hall with big arms and round waists, what was the difference between them being weak and chickens.

Not long after standing up, they were dragged back to their original positions and knelt down one by one.

"By the way, the treasury has been opened too much recently for the relief of the victims of the Beihai Sea. The king said that we should focus on saving and put out the fire when people come and go." , It's windy at night, but you have to pay attention to your body, farewell!"

The faces of the twenty-eight ministers all turned dark. At this time of year, the temperature difference between day and night is very large. At noon, wearing a single coat is a little sweaty, but when you go to bed at night, you feel cold without a thick quilt.

Especially the Golden Palace, which is too big, empty and airy, and when the wind blows in the little night at night, they haven't eaten or drank for another day...

Oh, no matter how strong the firepower is, the strong man can be tortured into a lame duck this night.

In Shouxian Palace, Di Xin sneered and drank three cups in a row.

Killing people will reduce the country's luck.

It's still painful not to kill.

It's easy to handle, don't kill, change to torture, and slowly sharpen the soft knife.

There is definitely a conspiracy behind this!

Di Xin slowly put down the wine glass, but for the time being he hadn't figured out the key.

But don't worry, the dignified king has no shortage of scheming.

To deal with this, it is enough to use a single trick for the time being. First, use this method to resolve the first attack of the person behind the scenes, and let the opponent make another move.

The more times you make moves, the more you will be exposed.

The unknown is the most terrifying.

Di Xin, who already understood that the enemy's purpose was to reduce the fortunes of the big merchants, was not panic at all.

Just like that, the twenty-eight ministers who were in the big business hearts in the sky, honestly and suffering, knelt down in the Golden Palace for two days and one night.

By the time Di Xin ordered them to go home first, 80 to 90 percent of their lives had already been lost.

Let them go home, what did Di Xin say.

I have read the blood book of you Aiqings more than ten times in the past two days. I am very clear about Zhu Aiqing's concern for the country and the people, and I thank you, but I haven't thought about it yet, you go back and allow me to think about it.

However, I tend to forget things easily, so I will trouble you, Aiqing, to write a blood letter every day to remind me, and the number of words does not need to be too many, only 18,000 words.

Remember Ang, write a shout every day~

When the ministers who had been through most of their lives heard this, they fainted a lot on the spot.

Everyone writes a blood book every day?

What's the special requirement to start with 8,000 words?

I f*ck, poof...

When the oldest old grandfather of the two dynasties left the Golden Palace, he was already dead, and he was about to die.

"Hurry up... go and invite Daxian Guangchengzi to come... come and save me..." Taifu lay weakly on the sickbed. Soon after, Guangchengzi didn't come, but he gave a Gold Core.

Not only Taifu, but every minister received a Gold Core.

The elder Guangchengzi pulled a face. Although those Gold Cores were nothing to him, he always felt that it was too much of a loss to save these despicable human races.

But it's not enough to not save it, and it's hard to get rid of 28 courtiers who are willing to betray the big businessman. These ministers can't die like this.

People were not killed because of Di Xin's order, and death would not reduce the fortune of the country.

The next day, under the treatment of Gold Core, the twenty-eight ministers gathered in the secret room again, although they were a little anemic.

Everyone has wounds on their fingers, the kind that hurt.

"Everyone, Bao Zhou is playing tricks with us again, we can't let him be so manipulated!" Tai Fu gritted his teeth and snorted, "I thought of another plan last night!"

"Cough cough..." The minister's eyes were erratic.

"Master Taifu, otherwise, you should rest your head first and stop planning so many tricks?" Another minister was full of fear.

They are really called Taifu, and I have a plan to frighten me.

"Everyone, don't panic, my plan is absolutely guaranteed to be foolproof and complete our great cause of becoming a god!" Taifu stood up and said excitedly: "My plan is named Zhu Ze!"

"Bao Zhou is unwilling to listen to our Zhongliang's advice, so how can we just watch Bao Zhou continue to spoil Yin Ze and lead to the failure of the big business nation!"

"Since Bao Zhou didn't kill Yin Ze, then let's kill him! For the sake of Da Shang, this old man is willing to give everything!"