Chapter 512

The four palace guards were all members of the Pingyuan Army, so they naturally followed Tang Yin. After listening to his words, the four of them stepped forward. Two of them each took one of Peng Cheng's arms and dragged him out.

At this time, Peng Cheng woke up from the shock. He turned around and shouted repeatedly: "I am the second-rank minister of the imperial court, Tang Yin, why do you kill me? What right do you have to kill me?!"

Tang Yin clasped his hands behind his back, looked up and laughed, and said arrogantly: "Why? Just the one hundred thousand soldiers standing outside now, and the nearly one million Feng Kingdom army in my hands! Don't say you are just a second-grade Cong. Even if there is a genuine sycophant, I will never take advantage of him and kill him!"

His words were so murderous that he could cut through gold and iron, and all the ministers in the palace felt a chill in their hearts, with big beads of sweat dripping down their cheeks. What they were afraid of was that Tang Yin would use force without hesitation, and whatever the consequences would be, it turned out that those oil pans outside the main hall were used by Tang Yin to fry people.

At this time, Peng Cheng also saw that Tang Yin really wanted to kill him. His heart shrank into a ball, and the nerves in his body were so tense that they were about to break. His scalp was numb. He waved his limbs desperately, struggling violently, and He screamed like a slaughtering pig: "Xiang Liang, please save me...Xiang Liang, please save me..."

Peng Cheng's changed voice made Tang Yin feel upset. He waved his hand impatiently and said, "Hurry up. I'm just asking you to drag someone out. How long are you going to delay me?"

Hearing Tang Yin's dissatisfaction, the bodies of the four guards were shocked. One of them hurriedly stood up and punched the struggling Peng Cheng fiercely. This punch hit Peng Cheng's lower abdomen, and he let out a strange cry after being beaten, and his twisting and struggling body stopped. The two guards holding his arms dragged Peng Cheng out of the hall like a dead dog.

People didn't dare to speak, let alone rush to stop him. The ministers all looked at Liang Xing. In their opinion, only Liang Xing could talk to Tang Yin. At this time, Liang Xing's face was extremely ugly. Tang Yin dragged his trusted ministers out and threw them into the frying pan in front of him. This was no different from slapping himself in public.

Just when the guards were about to drag Peng Cheng out of the hall, Liang Xing suddenly shouted: "Wait a minute!" As he spoke, he rushed to Tang Yin and said sternly: "Tang Yin, this is the court. It’s not your private execution ground. How can you, a mere first- and third-grade county chief, execute a second-grade imperial official?”

"A traitor who disrupts the court will be punished by everyone. Even if I am an ordinary citizen, I will kill this traitor. What's more, I am a minister who controls a large number of troops. Naturally, I have the obligation to eliminate the traitors in the court!" Tang Yin smiled and felt confident. Di said calmly.

"You..." Liang Xing was so angry that he could hardly speak. What kind of excuse was this? It was simply an excuse to use force to oppress others! He approached Tang Yin, lowered his voice, and said quietly: "Tang Yin, I have to remind you that there are hundreds of thousands of people gathered outside. If you kill the court ministers indiscriminately and spread the word, you will be despised by all people..."

Before Liang Xing finished speaking, Tang Yin bent down and leaned against Liang Xing's ear, whispering in the same low voice: "Prime Minister Liang, I will repeat it to you again. The palace is under my firm control. Any rumor will spread." If we don’t go out, the people outside will only see a peaceful court. As for the executed sycophants, no one will remember them.”

Uh-huh! Liang Xing's face instantly turned pale, and his body was trembling violently. His eyes almost burst into flames as he stared at Tang Yin. As his fists were clenched, his nails dug into his flesh without even realizing it. The old man was extremely angry.

Seeing that he was speechless, Tang Yin straightened up and ignored him. He turned around and saw four guards dragging Peng Cheng standing motionless at the door of the hall. Tang Yin raised his eyebrows and said in an indifferent tone: " Did I ask you to stop? Don’t forget, I am your master!”

The four guards were so frightened that they trembled. How could they dare to delay for a moment longer? They pulled Peng Cheng out of the palace door, all the way down the steps, and went straight to the oil pot below.

The ministers looked at each other, then crowded to the door of the hall and looked out.

I saw the four guards pulling Peng Cheng to the oil pan. Immediately, an executioner dressed in red came forward, held Peng Cheng down, and tore off his clothes in a few times. Two executioners carried him On Peng Cheng's shoulders, one person lifted his feet and raised them high above his head.

"Tang Yin, you vicious traitor, sooner or later you will be punished by God..." The naked Peng Cheng was in mid-air, his neck turned towards the main hall, and he let out a heart-rending scream.

When the executioner saw Peng Cheng yelling at Tang Yin, he was so frightened that he did not dare to delay at all. The two of them greeted each other, and then worked together to throw Peng Cheng out, straight towards the first oil pan.

thump!

Peng Cheng's body fell heavily into the oil pan. The oil inside had already boiled. The moment Peng Cheng entered, he was fried. The air in his body expanded due to heat. With a bang, his belly exploded and his internal organs were mixed. Bloody water splashed around, the skin of the body floating in the oil pan was torn, and in the blink of an eye it was transformed into a human shape. The place was filled with a strange smell of meat.

"ah?"

The ministers who crowded at the entrance of the hall saw it clearly. They had never seen such cruel torture in their lives. Several of them were so frightened that their legs went weak on the spot. They sat down on the ground, their eyes were dull, and their minds were blank. Instinctively, he took in big breaths.

"Wind! Wind! Strong wind! Strong wind! Wind -"

In the square, hundreds of thousands of soldiers raised their arms and shouted in unison. The sound was so loud that it shocked people's hearts and souls.

"Dead... Peng Cheng was blown up alive by Tang Yin..." Peng Cheng's immediate boss, Zhang Xin, stumbled up to Liang Xing, his voice changed in pitch, and he screamed.

"Tang Yin!" Liang Xing was extremely scared and angry. His expression changed rapidly, and he roared suddenly, took out the sword he was carrying, and pointed it straight at Tang Yin. The other ministers also drew their swords like crazy and surrounded Tang Yin.

The Feng Kingdom is a martial arts country, and both civil servants and military generals will carry swords with them. The role of the sword is not for self-defense, but more for decoration and a symbol of personal status.

The ministers all moved their swords, but Tang Yin was not moved at all. He put his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky, turning a blind eye to the sword edges surrounding him.

He didn't move, but there was an explosion outside, and he heard a burst of messy footsteps. Then, hundreds of guards rushed in from the outside. Some of them held halberds and entered the palace directly, while others held their bows and arrows. They squatted or stood to block the door of the palace, and all their arrows were aimed at the ministers in the hall.

"Haha!" Tang Yin sneered lightly and said quietly: "Dare to use a sword in the forbidden area of ​​the palace. This is a capital crime. There are twenty-nine oil pans outside, which are enough for twenty-nine people. Do you think you can use them again?" Who is the right person to throw into the frying pan?”

This question frightened the sword-holding ministers so much that their souls almost flew out of their bodies. People looked around, looking at the murderous Fengjun guards around them. On the spot, the swords of more than a dozen people fell to the ground, and the others The ministers who gathered in front of Tang Yin were also frightened and backed away.

"Rebellion, Tang Yin, are you going to rebel with troops?" Liang Xing hissed.

"Haha! Princes, generals, and ministers should be the ones who have the strength! Liang Xing, you have no troops, why do you come to fight with me? Do you just rely on these useless ministers? I advise you to stop dreaming." Tang Yin's His eyes suddenly flashed with a faint green light, and his eyes were as sharp as knives. He slowly swept across the crowd. He pointed at the king's chair in the center of the hall and asked: "Who agrees with me sitting on that chair? Who objects?"

There were twenty-nine oil pans waiting outside, and there were hundreds of armed guards watching Dandan. Peng Cheng had learned from the past just now. Who dared to stand up against Tang Yin at this time. The ministers were so frightened that their faces were pale, their bodies were trembling, and they all hung their heads, not even daring to breathe.

snort! With a sneer in his heart, Tang Yin raised the corners of his lips and said with a sinister smile: "Since all of you are silent, I will take it as your acquiescence."

"I object!" At the critical moment, it was Liang Xing who stood up again.

Tang Yin had been tolerant of Liang Xing again and again. If it wasn't for Liang Qi's sake, he would have thrown Liang Xing into the frying pan. He suppressed the anger in his heart and sneered: "There are so many ministers in the dynasty, and it's not enough for Prime Minister Liang to oppose it alone!"

Liang Xing turned to look at the other ministers, gritted his teeth and shouted, "You are talking!"

No one said anything. Life and death were at stake. The ministers' first consideration was how to save their own lives. As for whether Liang Xing should be crowned king or Tang Yin should be crowned king, that was a secondary issue. Seeing the ministers lowering their heads, as if they didn't hear him shouting, Liang Xing's body trembled with anger, and he directly called out: "Zhang Xin, do you support Tang Yin becoming king?"

Hearing Liang Xing call his name, Zhang Xin trembled and almost sat on the ground. Of course he hoped that Liang Xing would become the Wind King, but how could he say this at this time? Peng Cheng had been blown to death just now. I'm afraid that if he said no to Tang Yin, he would be the next one to be blown to death!

He swallowed hard, glanced at Liang Xing, then at Tang Yin, and suddenly found that Tang Yin was staring at him with green and malicious eyes. He was so frightened that he shivered, his knees weakened, and he thumped Kneeling on the ground, he said in a trembling voice: "Xiaguan...Xiaguan supports Lord Tang in becoming king..."

Hearing this, Liang Xing's head buzzed. He pointed his sword at Zhang Xin who was kneeling on the ground and cursed: "Zhang Xin, you are a pig and a dog, you are worse than a greedy villain who is afraid of death!"

"Haha!" Tang Yin smiled and said: "As the saying goes, those who understand current affairs are heroes. Prime Minister Liang, Mr. Zhang is much smarter than you."

"Bah!" The furious Liang Xing lost his mind. He spat at Tang Yin and shouted: "Tang Yin, even if I die, I will never agree to you becoming the Wind King!"

Tang Yin's eyes narrowed, he looked straight at Liang Xing, and said word by word: "Liang Xing, do you think I really don't dare to kill you?"