School belle: We agreed to be useless, but you have trillions of superpowers?

with a picture, this is very similar to the palace of Qi'an

Chenguo

in my world at dusk, the red sun is falling in the west, the clouds cover the moon, and the jackdaws are crying.

The gate of Chengqian Palace was closed, and the inner courtyard was full of courtiers.

"Congruple, clang, clang, clang" There was a sound of soldiers intersecting outside.

The fire was full of fire, and wailing was everywhere.

Emperor Xie Wumian of Chenguo died violently today, less than seven days after he was on the throne.

With a bang, the door of the temple was kicked open.

King Xie Wusheng of Zhao was dressed in a suit of gold armor, with a sword around his waist, and a group of silver-armored guards directly surrounded the emperor's bedroom.

The group of people in the imperial history are all people with iron heads, and they persuaded him, "The prince brought a knife into the palace, it is really unseemly..."

"Ahh

The people around him were implicated, their faces were splashed with blood, their whole bodies were trembling, they couldn't even maintain their kneeling figures, their legs trembled, and they almost threw themselves to the ground.

There was a lot of movement outside, and Jun Ze came out of the dormitory, looking at the scene in front of him with a gloomy look.

Heh, the small system will really find things for itself.

A group of ministers were secretive about the scene in front of them, and they didn't dare to say anything more for a while. One by one, like quails, they lowered their heads to reduce their sense of presence.

Jun Ze looked at Xie Wusheng coldly: "Who gave you the courage to dare to rebel in front of this king."

Xie Wusheng raised his eyes to look at Jun Ze, his eyes showed a sarcastic smile, he was just a foreign surname who was adopted by the emperor's grandfather, regent!

There was silence on both sides, and there was an eerie silence in the air, like a harbinger of an approaching storm.

Suddenly, an arrow flew towards him, Jun Ze dodged sideways, and the arrow plunged into the pillar behind him, and it was three points into the wood.

Jun Ze's face was grim, and he directly pulled out the long sword of the guard next to him, a trace of bloodlust flashed in his eyes, and his footsteps moved slightly, and a silver light flashed.

He looked coldly at the corpses strewn under his feet, blood spilling all over the ground.

A hint of disgust flashed in Jun Ze's eyes, and he casually threw the blood-stained sword aside, took out the handkerchief he carried with him, and carefully wiped the blood on his hands.

"Papapa," Xie Wusheng applauded at him, "Uncle Huang's demeanor is still the same." But there was disdain in his eyes.

Jun Ze looked at him coldly and didn't speak.

Xie Wusheng had a bit of smugness in his eyes, and deliberately lengthened his tone.

"Uncle Huang, the emperor you strongly supported died in less than seven days after he ascended the throne, and you are in power, is there any suspicion of replacing him, after all, you and the imperial brother are the two today.

Jun Ze's expression was indifferent, and he raised his eyes to look at the man in front of him, and the ambition in his own eyes was already obvious.

"King Zhao, you are so impatient to break into the Chengqian Palace just to say this nonsense.

Xie Wusheng looked at him with a faint look in his eyes, and there was undisguised killing intent in his eyes.

"This king is naturally here to arrest the thieves who plotted to kill His Majesty, clear the king's side, and exterminate the thieves.

Jun Ze hooked his lips and sneered, his eyes were full of mockery, "As the regent, this king is already in power, how can he say that he is stealing the country?"

King Zhao's eyes flashed with contempt, "Uncle Huang, don't die and struggle, these are all the king's people, and the rights and wrongs are always in the hands of the winner."

Junze's eyes flashed a little playfulness, and it was not more interesting for people to fall from a height. He glanced at the man on the eaves who was about to move.

Jun Ze raised his eyes and sneered at him, "King Zhao, do you really think that you can win this king with your rabble?"

The sarcasm in King Zhao's eyes flashed. "Oh, Uncle Huang thinks I'll leave you a way back?" he

raised his hand and pointed to the courtier kneeling next to him.

"Do you think this waste can be used by you, or do you think the Imperial City's Guards can be used by you, you should think about how I got in. One

by one, the courtiers hung their heads and dared not speak in anger.

Oh, they are waste, phew, no matter how they are, they are also selected by the imperial court through layers of selection, important ministers of the imperial court, and pillars of the country.

Today he belittles them, and one day he will rely on them.

"This king never believed in these people, but only in himself.

Jun Ze kicked the sword on the ground into the air with a toe pick, dodged to catch the long sword, and the blade of the sword pointed directly at King Zhao.

King Zhao took a step back, his eyes disdainful.

It's just a dying struggle, and there is absolutely no way for him to get out of this palace gate today.

A team of guards was very discerning and guarded in front of King Zhao.

Jun Ze waved his long sword, pointed directly at the enemy, and fought everyone with his own strength, the long sword in his hand flipped up and down, and the cold light was revealed, and he shuttled through the crowd like a swimming dragon.

Every sword swing carried a fierce momentum, and after a few rounds, the blood had gathered into a small river, and a mountain of corpses was piled up in front of King Zhao.

King Zhao's face did not change, as if these people were just ants in his eyes, and they should have given him his life.

"Uncle Huang's martial arts are indeed unmatched in Chenguo, but he is outnumbered, and he has heard of the tactics of crowds.

With a bit of a bad premonition in his heart, he waved his hand inconspicuously, although the accompanying guards filled the vacancy, but there was still a little fear in their eyes, after all, the person in front of him was red-eyed.

King Zhao still has a little understanding of human nature, "Who can take off the head of the thief Jun Ze, reward a thousand taels of gold, and seal the marquis of ten thousand households." The

guards instantly rose in momentum, after all, wealth and fame are moving.

"Kill!" rushed towards Jun Ze one after another.

Jun Ze's eyes were cold, without the slightest fluctuation, the long sword in his hand danced faster and faster, the sword light flickered, and blood splashed everywhere he went.

A red light flashed in his eyes, and he jumped up and approached King Zhao. With a little disdain in his eyes, that's it, it's not enough for him to play, it's really boring.

King Zhao looked a little flustered, and dragged the guards beside him to his side.

Junze doesn't have much interest in his eyes anymore, and a garbage thing is not worth bothering about.

He mobilized his internal force, his wrist was forced, and the long sword was thrown, and the "poof" directly penetrated the two of them.

[I'm, I'm, host, how can you use internal force. 039 stared at Jun Ze with a big mouth, although it was brought by the original owner, how could he use it more skillfully than the original.

"Idiot.

There was blood hanging from the corner of King Zhao's mouth, his eyes stared at Jun Ze viciously, and the severe pain made him speechless.

"Why! He was just a little bit away from reaching the top, just a little bit closer.... After planning for so long, it came to naught.

His eyes were full of scarlet, and he looked at Jun Ze like a demon crawling out of hell.

Jun Ze slowly drew his long sword, and blood dripped down the blade, accumulating into a pool of blood under his feet.

"Ping Pong"

followed Xie Wusheng's personal guards one by one to throw away their armor and knelt down in a hurry.

"The prince spares his life! The prince spares his life! We are also forced to be helpless, we have no choice...."Becoming

a king or defeating a villain, only the winner has the right to speak."

Jun Ze ignored their words, raised his hand and threw his sword to the guards in front of the palace gate.

He raised his hand to catch it, his eyes were full of admiration, the prince's demeanor was even worse than back then, wow, wow, wow! This saber has been used by the king, no, I have to collect it well.

"Bang Bang" Jun Ze slapped his palm lightly, and all the people in ambush walked out of the shadows.

The ministers had a thought in their hearts, "When will we let us go, this little heart can't stand it!"

Jun Ze commanded coldly.

The well-trained Dark Guards began to clean up the scene.

Jun Ze's cold gaze scanned over the courtiers. "What did you see tonight?"

Jun Ze was surrounded by momentum, and they didn't dare to speak one by one.

"Let's go back today, it's best to keep your mouth shut, and tomorrow the Jinluan Palace will be discussed.

Jun Ze stepped on a pool of blood and turned around and stepped out of the hall, the wind lifted his dark robe, and the flying corners of his clothes were like blades, making people dare not look directly.