Quick Wear: After being conquered by the male protagonist, he said I was sick

The city gates were opened before the battle.

The princes led their troops into the city and headed straight for the imperial palace.

The sky was dark, torches were burning, and the huge imperial city was in chaos. The ministers retreated without a fight and were forced to the front of the palace by the princes and their troops.

A group of civil officials were surrounded by soldiers led by princes and crowded in the square in front of the palace. They were trembling with fear at the burning torches and bloody swords. They looked at the soldiers holding swords with trembling eyes, fearing that these people would raise their swords and end their lives.

Some people saw the prince enter the city and knew the outcome was decided, so they immediately flattered the prince and turned against him.

If someone slaps his thigh and scolds these traitors for rebellion, he will be cursed by the people of the world and be infamous for eternity.

Because he was cursing so excitedly and because he was a bit old, he almost couldn't breathe.

At this time, someone beside him poured him a glass of water: "Sir, take a rest."

The Sixth Rank Assistant Minister was so angry that his chest hurt. He cursed until his mouth was dry after being squeezed in the crowd. When he saw the water, he took it and drank it down in one gulp: "Thank you, my friend."

Because it was too dark and he was busy cursing, he didn't see what the other person looked like. He could only judge from his voice that the other person was still young and should be a new official who had just entered the court.

The prince was the younger brother of the late emperor, who was in his forties. He had a full beard because he had been living a dissolute life outside for many years.

His soldiers have surrounded the imperial city and the throne is within his grasp.

Now he was in a good mood, holding a knife and standing on the ground as a handrail. He was wearing armor and standing in front of a group of foolish ministers who were still resisting stubbornly, shooting at these disobedient ministers with the attitude of an emperor.

"My Lords, I will not make it difficult for you. As long as you are willing to surrender, I will give you all promotions and titles after I ascend the throne. As long as you tell me where my good nephew is."

Needless to say, the rebellious ministers, in order to please the future emperor and not give others the opportunity to be promoted, came forward flatteringly: "Your Majesty, the emperor has been poisoned to death by the villain Qin Zheng. You are the emperor's uncle, you can't let the regicide Qin Zheng go."

"Oh? Really? My poor nephew, your uncle will definitely help you get revenge."

"Pass on my order. The criminal minister Qin Zheng has committed treason and regicide. I order you to arrest him, regardless of life or death."

"Your Majesty is holy, long live my emperor, long live, long live."

If one person kneels, ten thousand people kneel.

Qi Zhen shouted and welcomed the new emperor.

The minister who had just taken a sip of tea to calm down was furious: "You traitors, you deserve to be killed. His Majesty is just missing, but you are rebelling, aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?!"

"This lord seems to be a little dissatisfied with me." The prince looked fierce, but he didn't care. A few old ministers could only live for a few years.

As all the ministers knelt down, he walked towards the Yunlong Steps step by step, turned around with a big laugh, and looked down at the ministers.

"Long live the emperor!!"

The sixth-rank old man trapped in the middle was unwilling to accept the situation and wanted to curse and kill himself, but the young man who had just poured him water pulled his sleeve and said, "Sir, I'm not in a hurry, why are you in a hurry?"

After saying that, he took out a few oranges from his sleeves and gave them to him.

Minister: "..."

There are not many ministers entering the palace. Excluding those who have defected, there are about ten ministers surrounded now.

The princes were still enjoying the worship of thousands of people at high positions, as if they had already felt the joy of being an emperor.

The shouts of "Long live the emperor, long live the emperor" continued, one after another, with great momentum and inspiring.

The disobedient ministers circled in the middle each held an orange in their hands and squatted on the ground, spitting out the seeds.

The smell of the peeled orange was too strong. The soldiers who were worshipping the new emperor passionately and surrounding them with knives had ugly faces. Not only did this group of old stubborn people not kneel, they were actually eating oranges.

The fresh smell of orange made the people around who were shouting with dry mouths swallow their saliva.

Jiang Que didn't understand, so he went over to ask the old man, "How long will they keep shouting?"

The sixth-rank old man chewed an orange and shook his head: "I don't know, I guess the thief will be satisfied after shouting."