The person who walked out of the queue of ministers was Wang Fucheng. He wanted to take two steps forward, and then silently knelt on the ground.

"Oh, Shangshu Wang."

Looking at Wang Fucheng kneeling on the ground, Mo Zizai had no trouble in his heart. He said lightly: "I wonder what Lord Wang is guilty of?"

"I was confused for a moment and was threatened by the assassins to participate in the assassination of His Majesty."

Wang Fucheng knelt on the ground and said in a low tone: "I have no forgiveness for my crimes, I am willing to die."

Hearing Wang Fucheng say this, Mo Zizai didn't react at all. He glanced at Wang Fucheng and asked without comment: "Does of assassins have sneaked into the capital, bypassed so many levels, and directly entered the palace. Can you do it alone?"

"Go back to the prince, there are also criminals."

When Dong Lin heard this, he walked out with a blank expression, knelt with Wang Fucheng, and said, "The criminal was involved in this matter under the coercion of Wang Fucheng, a traitor, and is willing to die."

"A minister of the Ministry of War and a prefect of Tianjing Prefecture, one inside and one outside, is very cooperative."

Mo Zizai gently tapped his fingers on the sword, looking at the two scapegoats who were pushed to take the blame indifferently, "But, you are the one on the left and the other on the right. I'm afraid you have forgotten the Great Zhou Rule?"

Speaking of this, Mo Zizai's tone became a little cold, "Zhao Qian, you are the minister of Dali Temple. Tell them, how should the assassination of the king and the emperor be punished?"

The sweat on the forehead of Zhao Qian, the minister of Dali Temple, who was named, suddenly appeared. He looked at Wang Fucheng and the others who were kneeling on the ground, looked up at Mo Zizai, who was full of murderous intent. Finally, he could only grit his teeth and stood up and said in a trembling tone: "Go back to the prince, assassinate the king and kill the emperor, and according to the law of the Great Zhou, the nine clans should be punished."

Hearing Zhao Qian's words, Dong Lin and Wang Fucheng, who were kneeling on the ground, were not in a slight mood. They had known the consequences of this matter for a long time, so they had sent their descendants out of the capital, and were not afraid of being caught by Mo Zizai.

The tribes in their hometown are all far away from the capital. With the current situation in the Great Zhou Dynasty, unless Mo Zizai personally sent troops, local officials would definitely not have the courage to touch their tribes.

As for Mo Zizai personally sent troops, although there were such a possibility, their tribe members were not unable to move. Although there would be huge losses, there would be someone to compensate for everything, so the problem was not very big.

"Why, do you think you have sent off your child and you have no worries in the capital?"

Looking at the two people who were unresponsive, Mo Zizai whispered to the back: "Chen Ying, bring the things up."

Following Mo Zizai's order, Chen Ying took a man and walked to Wang Fucheng and Dong Lin with two brocade boxes in his hand.

"Two sirs, please open it and take a look."

When Wang Fucheng thought of a bad possibility, his face suddenly disappeared. He asked in a trembling tone: "What... what is this?"

Chen Ying's feminine voice sounded, and he looked at Wang Fucheng with a smile and said, "This is something that our family has found after several days of following us. I believe it will definitely satisfy Lord Wang."

"Have you followed it for several days?"

Wang Fucheng's ominous premonition became stronger and stronger. He stretched out his right hand and opened the brocade box tremblingly.

"Ah, Sheng'er..."

When Wang Fucheng saw the things in the brocade box, he suddenly let out a shrill scream, because what was placed in the brocade box was a bloody head. The blood stain on the head had been washed, and it could be seen that his appearance was somewhat similar to Wang Fucheng, but he was much younger and looked about twenty years old.

"Mo Zizai, you have such a cruel heart!!!"

Wang Fucheng snatched the youngest son's head from Chen Ying's hand, then stood up suddenly and said sternly to Mo Zizai: "What's wrong with my son? Why do you have to kill them all?"

“Ha~”

Mo Zizai chuckled, without a response, but walked down from the dragon chaise with a dragon sword. When he walked to Wang Fucheng's side, he suddenly kicked Wang Fucheng in the chest without warning.

"Bang~"

Mo Zizai came out in anger and did not leave much force. Wang Fucheng, caught off guard, was kicked several ribs and broke his ribs under this kick. Blood was constantly spraying out of his mouth. After flying a few meters away, he fell heavily on the open space among the civil and military officials.

"He is innocent? Then Wei Yi is not innocent?"

Mo Zizai walked to Wang Fucheng, pressed his sword on his throat, and said in a cold tone: "As long as you assassinate my wife, I am not allowed to kill your son? Who are you?"

"Hey...hey..."

Wang Fucheng, who was choked with blood, made two sounds in his throat. He swallowed the blood with difficulty, and then looked at Mo Zizai with hatred, "You are acting rebelliously, ruthless, unpopular. The eight hundred years of foundation in the Great Zhou Dynasty will sooner or later die in your hands!"

"You think it's okay to kill me. Look at the civil and military officials in the court who don't expect you to die?"

"Can you avoid this assassination, can you avoid the next time?"

Wang Fucheng, who was ashamed, let out a crazy laugh. He stared at Mo Zizai and said, "You can't live long. I'll wait for you, I will wait for you below."

"Then you just wait."

Mo Zizai didn't care about Wang Fucheng's curse. He said lightly: "But it's a bit too lonely for you to wait alone. In addition to your youngest son, the rest of your sons, and the rest of your family, I have also brought it."

"Since you're going to get on the road, it's better to have a lively family."

After saying that, Mo Zizai said coldly: "Chen Ying, take Lord Wang, Lord Dong and their family to the execution ground for execution."

"Here."

Chen responded, and then took a few Dongchang guards and dragged Wang Fucheng and Dong Lin out directly.

"Mo Zizai, you must not be good...Ahem..."

Wang Fucheng used all his last strength to let out the last curse, but before he finished speaking, he was punched by the Dongchang Guard, then removed his chin and sealed his ability to speak.

"Will I die well? You definitely can't see it."

Mo Zizai looked at Wang Fucheng who was dragged out coldly. This time he was really angry. In the past, whether he killed people or searched his house, he rarely implicated their tribe members, and at most he exiled them.

But this time it was different. They actually dared to assassinate Tang Weiyi, which Mo Zizai absolutely cannot tolerate.

After Wang Fucheng and Dong Lin were dragged out, the already quiet court became even quieter at this moment, and the ministers did not even dare to breathe.

However, although the atmosphere was depressing, these ministers were obviously much more relaxed.

Because although Mo Zizai arrested Wang Fucheng's family, he had no intention of interrogating Wang Fucheng at all. In their opinion, Mo Zizai's behavior was the same as the last time he killed Hu Xiaosheng, and obviously he didn't want to continue pursuing it.

If that's the case, there's nothing to worry about, at most it's just to pay some more money.

Just as they were silently calculating how much they would pay this time, they heard Mo Zizai speak coldly:
Chapter completed!