"No! You must never let King Jing be successfully called emperor and sacrifice to heaven!"

The capital, a secret room.

Runes are everywhere on the surrounding walls, with fluorescent lights and isolation.

Although Yue Chao had plowed the city today, Daxia had been laid out for many years, and the secrets were hidden deep, and only swept away the branches and leaves on the surface. Although the rhizomes in the secret were not completely damaged, they left a certain amount of strength.

At this time, several heads of aristocratic families gathered together.

Some of them are Daxia Anzi, some are Zhengyang Taoist believers, and some are the leaders of the Beiyan Secret spy.

At this time, it was because of the same purpose that we began to work together.

"Assinated the throne among his ministers' enthronement, this King Jing is really unexpected!"

An old man with white hair and beard said slowly.

"Can you contact other Confucian scholars and academy to boycott this?" Another head of the family immediately said: "This is not in line with the etiquette!"

"The power of Confucian scholars under King Jing has always been very small. After all, they come from the Southern Barbarians and have never been enlightened!"
Chapter completed!