C600 Killing Thirteen Officials in a Row
"Mercy, your majesty, mercy!"
The twelve ministers were crying and shouting.
They begged the Emperor to spare them.
However, it was useless.
Hu Jianlong's killing intent had already been determined.
His gaze was fierce as he looked at the twenty plus guards with sabers, pulling all twelve of them down.
Even though the ministers were crying and howling, they did not change their minds.
In the Hall of Golden Chimes, the civil and military officials standing to the left and right were completely silent.
Once the twelve officials were slain, the number of people in the Hall of Golden Chimes lessened by half.
They don't have to do their job and deal with the important matters of each position. The matters of the imperial government would be seriously affected.
This was yet another heavy blow to the Shang Country in danger.
Some of the officials present wanted to persuade Hu Jianlong to let them go for the time being.
After all, the laws of Shang Country did not explicitly prohibit the use of prostitutes, and officials were not allowed to engage in prostitution.
Although these people had caused the imperial government to lose face, they did not deserve to die.
However, thinking of yesterday, the Minister of Rites and the others who had failed to beg for mercy and were chopped off at the same time …
In the main hall, the official who was about to speak sighed, not daring to make another sound.
As for the timid officials, they kept their heads low, afraid that Hu Jianlong would dislike them and kill them together.
The howls and wails grew further and further away.
The anger in Hu Jianlong's heart, slowly subsided.
The fierceness in his eyes also lessened. However, as he looked at the officials in the hall who were shaking their heads and sighing, a sense of unhappiness once again arose in his heart. He said, "My liege, what's wrong? Could it be that I've killed the wrong people?"
Hu Jianlong's extremely cold voice made all the ministers in the hall tremble.
That cold tone actually carried a trace of killing intent.
It was as though they had indeed killed the wrong person.
He would execute them.
In the main hall, all the ministers were sweating profusely.
"Your Majesty, you did not kill the wrong person."
"His Majesty was wise and wise; how could he have killed the wrong person? Is it because those people deserve to die? "
"Yes, Your Majesty. "At such a time, how can I go whoring? If I were the king, I would have killed them too!"
"…"
In the imperial court, many ministers were flattering him.
One of the chubby ministers said he would have made the same decision if he had been emperor.
He wanted to curry favor with Hu Jianlong and said that what Hu Jianlong did was not a problem, but after Hu Jianlong heard this, his gaze fell on the fat chancellor and his tone turned cold: "Left Vice Minister Hong, you still want to be the emperor?!"
Hu Jianlong's voice was extremely cold.
Minister of Rites, Vice Minister of the Left, Hong Rong's heart skipped a beat.
For a moment, he could not understand why Hu Jianlong's tone of voice was so terrifying.
However, when he raised his head and saw the angry look on Hu Jianlong's face, he gradually realized what was happening.
Following which, a look of panic appeared on his fat face. He looked at Hu Jianlong and said, "Your Majesty, this humble subject is only giving you an example. Even if you give me a hundred guts, I wouldn't dare covet the position of the Son of Heaven. Your Majesty, this humble subject has said the wrong thing. This humble subject will slap himself! "
The Minister of Rites, Left Vice-Minister Hong Rong, raised his hand after he finished speaking and slapped his chubby face one by one.
Actually, he didn't say anything wrong. As long as it was a normal person, they would all be able to tell that it was just to show their loyalty.
However, Hu Jianlong was obviously not a normal person.
He was a tyrant. He treated his subjects with joy and anger, and valued the throne very much.
No matter who it was, to dare covet his throne, even if it was just a sliver of hope, he had to get along quickly.
The Minister of Rites, Hong Rong, was afraid that Hu Jianlong would kill him, so he slapped himself, hoping to gain the Emperor's forgiveness.
However, Hu Jianlong obviously did not plan to forgive him.
It didn't matter whether Hong Rong did it on purpose or not. As long as he had any thoughts of coveting the throne, he would be executed.
"Drag him out and chop him."
Hong Rong was still clapping his hands together, Hu Jianlong waved his hands, and declared Hong Rong's death.
The thick voice struck Hong Rong as if he had been struck by lightning.
His chubby face instantly turned pale.
Only when two guards with sabers strode into the Hall of Golden Chimes and captured him did he wake up as if from a dream, and his body trembled as he howled like a pig that was being butchered.
"Your Majesty, wrongly accused. Your majesty, unjustly accused. "
"This subject does not wish to be emperor. This official is innocent! "
"Minister Liu, Censor Lin, please explain it to me. I don't want to be emperor, I don't! "
"…"
Hong Rong cried out loud as he struggled in the throne room. He longed for the 'Minister Liu' as he spoke, for Censor Lin to justify him.
His appearance was truly unbearable.
But, Minister Liu, Censor Lin sighed and closed his eyes.
It was not that they did not wish to plead for leniency, it was that they were afraid. They feared that even if they were to plead for leniency, they would still be killed by the Emperor's decree.
Looking at the two ministers' expressions, Hong Rong's heart was filled with despair.
"Your Majesty, have mercy! Your Majesty, have mercy!"
Hong Rong was still begging for mercy.2
He struggled with all his might, but in the end, his chubby body was dragged down by the two guards.
He heard the sound of begging getting further and further away.
In the main hall, regardless of whether it was the civil officials or the military generals, both of them felt a sense of sorrow for the death of a rabbit and a fox.
Hong Rong hadn't made a mistake, but he had said something inappropriate.
But just like that, he was killed by Hu Jianlong.
They only felt that the current Emperor Hu Jianlong was too terrifying.
They didn't know what else to say in the face of such an emperor.
He didn't even know if the next person Hu Jianlong wanted to kill was him or not.
All the ministers felt fear in their hearts, as if a great pressure was enveloping their hearts.
However, after bestowing death to the thirteen ministers, Hu Jianlong's mood seemed to have improved a little.
His eyes were no longer fierce.
Sensing that each of the ministers were somewhat afraid of him, he withdrew his aura, forcing out a somewhat amiable smile, "My dear ones, there is no need to be afraid. "As long as you are loyal, I won't punish you."
"Yes, yes." Your Majesty. This subject understands. "
Each of the ministers was tactful, they said the same thing and cupped their fists towards Hu Jianlong once again.
Although Hu Jianlong told them not to be afraid, they were still scared to death of this emperor who liked to kill people.
Their bodies couldn't help but tremble.
In the past, when their Shang Country were at peace, they only felt that the Emperor was extremely imposing.
And now, as the situation of the Shang Country grew more and more dangerous, the condition of the emperor also grew more and more frightening.
It was as if the killing of the Infernal King that year had gradually returned.
Hu Jianlong didn't feel that there was anything wrong with what he had done.
He really did not fear the ministers anymore.
Hu Jianlong's eyes looked around, and landed on a young general, and said: "General Zhou Jiecang, you have my orders."
Zhou Zikang's body trembled. He took a step forward and cupped his fist and said, "This official is here!"
Hu Jianlong looked at him and said, "We appoint you as our Yunkun City, City Guard General. Starting from now, you shall direct your Yunkun City. Seal off all the brothels in the Yunkun City before it gets dark. "
"In addition, arrest all the brothels' women!"
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