Chapter 6 Blood-soaked Imperial Inheritance

Mengyang, the imperial capital, the errath city, Longyan Hall.

The gold-inlaid jade dragon** engraved with complex patterns, an old man leaned on the back of the bed, and the robe woven with luxurious silk shone in the bright fire of the hall. The old man was covered with tiger clothes, and his wrinkled face was full of peace. His hands were staggered and stroked the bright silver and purple gold wrench on his thumb - the symbol of the highest power of the Mengyang royal family. This old man is today's Mengyang Shenluo Emperor. He looked at another old man sitting by the bed with dark eyes and listened with a smile.

"Your Majesty, do you really want to pass the throne to the prince?" The old man looked at him, with his white eyebrows wrinkled together.

"Aiqing, you don't seem to be emotionally right! Is there something tricky in the palace? The emperor coughed softly and stroked his chest, but still looked peaceful and indifferent.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me for saying that if you are located in the prince, the empire will be destroyed!" The old man is Li Shengxiong, who has just left the Third Prince Ziluan Hall. He said solemnly, "The prince is not an emperor who can rule one side. He is weak and domineering. He is ambitious but has no brain. He longs for power but can't control power. Even if your majesty really gives up the empire to the prince and says something unpleasant, if the mud can't reach the wall, the empire will be destroyed."

"Ha ha, I know what my own son is like. How can I not know!" The emperor said with a faint smile, as if he didn't care about Li Shengxiong's words.

"Your Majesty, I have been following your majesty for 35 years. Your majesty should be very clear about what it means to me. I risked my death today and ask your majesty to consider the inheritance of the throne. The prince is not the emperor's talent." Li Shengxiong suddenly stood up, then knelt down and kowtowed seriously. It is hard to imagine that an old man over 65 can act so quickly.

The emperor was stunned, stretched out his hand tremblingly, tried to help Li Shengxiong in **, and lamented, "What's the pain of Aiqing! We are all old, no longer young, and the value of living is not much. We can only cherish ourselves!" He sat up from Long**, motioned Li Shengxiong to sit next to him, and said, "We have been friends for many years, and we have not been kings and ministers. No matter what you say, you can be blunt and don't care about these vulgar etiquette."

"Your Majesty, I still say that, prince, you can't pass on the throne." Li Shengxiong's old eyes are extremely bright at this time, and his eyes are decisive and fierce. This kind of eyes can only be revealed by being in a high position for a long time and pointing to the country. From this, we can see how heroic Li Shengxiong, who served as Prime Minister Zuo in those years.

"I know everything about the prince. For Changlong, my hope is still very high, and I was too arrogant to him before. Now, there are more than a dozen prophets in his palace, and it doesn't count when I will die. I know that I misappropriated the gold of the treasury to buy famous calligraphy and calligraphy and painting, singing and dancing every day, getting drunk and losing his manners, and there is no such thing as a crown prince. I'm looking forward to how much my eldest son can do, but he disappointed me. The real emperor did not rise to power by this kind of sneaky waiting. Even if he held a knife to force me to abdicate, it was better than to watch the prophet day and night to ask me when I would die. It's just too chaotic now. If I abolish the position of crown prince when the Chi Nasi army invades, the whole empire will not only be chaotic, but also the high-level nobles of the imperial capital will also be in chaos. This matter is too much involved. I have to be careful and look at it step by step. Emperor Shinra's tone was a sense of weakness. Once the emperor was so frustrated by his son, Li Shengxiong couldn't help but feel sad.

"Your Majesty regards the prince as a flag and let the ministers be led by the prince for the time being? But Your Majesty, if the matter of the Chinasi clan really passes like this, the prince's reputation will rise. Everyone will take the prince as the leader, and the throne will inevitably fall into the prince's hands!" Li Shengxiong said.

"I can't live long. Now I have no leaders of the ministers. I can only gather the ministers together by relying on the reputation of the crown prince. If the prince is abolished now, Ling Fenglie, the lord of the State of Shen, will not be able to sit still first. He has put too much attention on the prince over the years. Qiu Yueguo, who supports the second prince, will also be unable to sit still. They will think that this is a good opportunity to turn over. At the same time, Nanliang, which controls the chambers of commerce of the two counties, is not allowed to cause any trouble. It's really too involved, and each one is enough to hurt Mengyang's vitality!" The emperor leaned his head on the back of the bed, looked up at the high dome of the hall, and sighed, "If you are 20 years younger, how can you be in such a situation? The name of my Wu Shenluo is not for nothing, but the years don't forgive people!"

"Your Majesty, I just came from the third prince!" Li Shengxiong said that when he remembered the student's rudeness just now, the old man felt chilled, but now it is not a time of personal enmity, and the overall situation is the most important thing.

"Mrs? How is he? I haven't seen him for so long, and I'm panicked. The emperor's eyes suddenly softened a lot, and his yellow eyes glowed with amber.

"Your Majesty, I think that the third prince is the person in charge and the emperor's talent." Li Shengxiong said bluntly. At this time, he couldn't control so much and directly said what he thought in his heart. The minister has been the teacher of the third prince for more than ten years. The third prince is kind and kind. He has a deep love for Mengyang. Even if the third prince is not as a great man like the founding emperor, the title of the third prince of a generation of Mingjun will definitely be able to take responsibility.

"I also have this idea, but Aiqing, you have no reputation among the ministers. At this time, he is appointed as the prince, and the imperial capital is even more chaotic." The emperor had no scruples and said bluntly. In fact, since the death of Queen Wenhui, Jun's mother ten years ago, his whole body has changed. And I, a father, didn't give him anything in that short period of time, not even a word of comfort. He looks too much like his mother, and I am also confused when I see him, so I have always avoided it, so as not to miss Empress Wenhui again, just to make me feel better. But this child has nothing to say to me now. Do you know this feeling? His son stared at me without saying a word. My indifference to you also led to the exclusion of Changlong and Hongyun. When Empress Wenhui was there, I was with their mother and son all day long. After the death of Empress Wenhui, they vented all their anger on you. I also see these in my eyes. I know that my son, Wan Yijun, hates me in his heart. And I don't know how to save it!"

Li Shengxiong listened silently. He had never heard these words in the emperor's mouth. Maybe he was old, and his regret in his heart became more and more depressed. If he didn't spit it out quickly, I'm afraid he would not close his eyes. The emperor's family is not an immortal paradise. There is still the sadness and hatred of ordinary people. Who can really be relieved between close relatives?

The emperor didn't say anything, coughed a few times, and his expression also calmed down. He silently watched the lavender dragon breath curling up in the purple copper tripod furnace in the hall, lingering in the Longyan Hall. He frowned like an eagle, as if he were making a decision. After a long time, he said, "My four sons, the eldest son Wanyi Changlong, and the second son Wanyi Hongyun are not the emperor's talent. The fourth son Wanyi Zerui is still too young to take on the big responsibility, and there are only three sons. Aiqing, you should draft an edict now to abolish the throne of the crown prince and establish the third prince as the crown prince.

"Your Majesty, didn't you say that this matter is too involved and you should be cautious?" Li Shengxiong was also shocked by the emperor's sudden change of resolution.

"When Chi Nasi's incident is over, I will announce it in the court. At that time, the foreign enemy retreated, and I dealt with the internal problems one by one. The emperor's expression suddenly became extremely fierce, as if he suddenly regained his youth, and the domineering momentum seemed to return to the power of the gods that once dominated the world. This can be regarded as clearing some obstacles for the king's succession to the throne, and it can also be regarded as compensation for my indifference to him for so many years!" The emperor sighed with a wry smile.

Li Shengxiong also sighed, but he sighed with relief. He didn't expect that he would make the emperor change the resolution so easily. He thought it would take a lot of time. He stood up, walked to the study of Longyan Hall, and began to draft an imperial edict. The emperor removed the bright silver purple and gold wrench finger on his left thumb, raised it in front of him, and looked at the engraved inscription on it, a complex patterned word 'dream'. He said to himself, "If you don't wake up from the big dream, it will be empty!"

After a while, Li Shengxiong returned to the emperor with an imperial edict. The emperor looked at it for a moment and said, "Add the seal of the national seal, and tell the world when the China Si clan retreats."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Li Shengxiong bowed. The future emperor of the empire decided so, and it was difficult for him to calm down. He looked at Emperor Shinra, whose eyes were full of peace. After making this decision, it seemed to be his last wish, and he had no worries from then on.

The purple gas of Long Xixiang fainted. The late emperor and the loyal old minister sat together as quietly as when they were young, expecting the empire to stand still. Looking at the jade seal dipped in bright red mud and covered the silk edict, the corners of their eyes oozed with turbid tears.

Outside the Longyan Hall.

"The third prince, it's late at night, and your majesty is in good health. Please come back tomorrow." The bodyguard outside the hall knelt on one knee and said respectfully.

"This matter is very urgent. I must meet my father immediately." Wan Yijun looked at the guard with an indifferent look and said decisively. Behind him stood Shura with a smile on his face. Shura held two sandalwood boxes in his hand and didn't know what was in it. Get out of the way. If you blame your father, I will stand it for you. Wan Yanjun flashed through the bodyguard, pushed open the door of the Longyan Hall, and strode in.

His face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and his face was fanatical and cold. These two extreme feelings appear on the same face. He walked to his father's bedroom. At every step, blood rushed to his face, and his eardrums buzzed. His hand clenched into a fist in his sleeve, recalling the sentence "Killing one person is a crime, killing ten thousand is the king."

When he arrived, he stood silently. The two maids saluted respectfully and asked, "Is your father sleeping peacefully?"

"Not yet, Your Majesty is talking to someone." The maid replied.

Wan Yijun nodded, pushed open the luxurious curtain and walked in. When he saw the teacher and his father sitting together, he couldn't help but be stunned. Then he knelt down and bowed his head and said, "My son talked late at night and asked my father to atone for his sins." Then he turned to Li Shengxiong and said, "Students have met the teacher." Behind him, Shura, dressed in a scarlet robe, also knelt down on one knee, with a mask-like smile on his face.

The emperor was also surprised. For so many years, the third son, who had always felt guilty, took the initiative to see him for the first time. For a moment, a huge tide of joy surged in, and as an emperor, he was incoherent: "Please get up quickly. We don't need to be courteous when we father and son see each other." He watched Wan Yujun stand up and look at him. For the first time in so many years, he looked at this son up close. He was so tall and more and more like his dead mother. It's just that the indifferent expression on his son's face made him feel cold again.

"I'm sorry to disturb you late at night. I want to ask my father to see something and say a few words with my father." He turned around and took the wooden box from Shura's hand. For a moment, Long Xixiang had a faint smell of blood. Despite his father's surprise, he opened the wooden box and held it to the emperor.

The emperor looked at it for a moment and suddenly screamed: "Ah--" There were two bloody heads in the wooden box, and the frozen expression was panic before death. His big eyes burst out, blood-stained and terrible. Wan Yijun stood up straight and looked at his father's look, with an indifferent smile on the corners of his mouth.

"Father, now, pass the throne to me. You have no choice. Both brothers are dead." Wan Yijun's voice was extremely calm and indifferent.

Li Shengxiong couldn't help vomiting. He was Wenchen and had never seen such a bloody scene. He looked at Wan Yanjun, who respectfully asked him about the situation of the empire a few hours ago. The polite student is now holding his brother's head to force his father to abdicate. His cold look seems to be possessed by a demon. And they just decided to pass the throne to him, and now it's such a situation. God made a big joke. He was angry, and endless anger surged out of his chest. Li Shengxiong pointed to Wan Yanjun and said harshly, "You, you, you actually killed your brother--"

"This is my family's family." Wan Yanjun just stared at the emperor without looking at Li Shengxiong, indifferently like a cold wind for three or nine days.

The emperor calmed down and suddenly smiled, "It's good, it's really good. My family is not inferior to a generation, and there are people who kill their relatives bravely. Jun, my son, I'm glad you killed your brothers. You have proved your courage. You are much better than Wan Changlong, the waste who looks forward to my death every day. Do you want the throne? Do you want the throne?" The old man suddenly stood up from ** and pulled the front of Wan Yanjun's robe. His strength was as terrible as the sudden restoration of his youth. Wan Jun was grabbed by his dry fingers like a lamb, and he still wanted to struggle, but he couldn't move at all and was dragged to the emperor uncontrollably. He grabbed Wan Yanjun's neck in his right hand and held a silk edict in his left hand. The old man roared angrily: "Look, look, do you see? Just as you killed your brothers, I had decided to give you the throne. Did you see it? The old man roared like a lion, and his hoarse voice was like a dying beast.

Wan Yanjun was stunned. He seemed to let the old man shake it as if he was weak. He still saw clearly that the heir to the throne with the bright red seal on the imperial edict was his name - Wan Yanjun.

"My stupid son, you don't understand the rules of the world at all. Do you think you are tough enough to become emperor if you do it first? Then why don't you kill everyone? Then no one will fight for power with you! Do you know that those tiger and wolves-like people outside are staring at your errath city. They will rush in and cut off your head, cut open your chest and dig out your heart, and stack them with your brothers' heads. You, you,..."

"Puff--" dark red blood spewed out of the old man's mouth and nose. The old man's eagle claw-like hands were powerless. He slowly loosened his hand holding Wan Yanjun's neck, his eyes were faded, his thin body fell into Wan Yanjun's arms, and his vitality was losing from his body. He tried to open his eyes, stared at Wan Yanjun's face, stretched out his thin and withered hand, stroked Wan Yanjun's face, and his voice became extremely soft. He said, "Do you remember me? I'm Wan Tongwu, and I finally saw you again. The dying old man hallucinated, and his pupils reflect a large piece of blood, and he actually regarded his son as his wife who had been dead for many years.

When Wan looked at the skinny old man suffering from illness, his cold heart suddenly softened again. He tried to smile and said, "It's me, it's me, I haven't forgotten!" With that, he lowered his head and kissed the old man's forehead. The old man's face melted, like a flower blooming on his face. He smiled, his eyes slowly closed, and the corners of his mouth were smiling with satisfaction. Watching his father die slowly in his arms, Wan Yijun suddenly realized that his father, whom he had loved, hated, relied on and alienated, and left forever. He held his father's body tightly and cried loudly, just like the child who cried freely after losing his mother when he was a child.

In the autumn of the 29th year of Shinra, late at night on September 15. Emperor Shenluo died. On the same day, the prince Wanyi Changlong and the second prince Wanyi Hongyun also died strangely. Only Wan Tongjun and 16-year-old Wan Tong Zerui are the only men left. The huge Mengyang dynasty fell on Wan Yanjun, who could take on the heavy responsibility in the end of the Wanyi family.

Wan Jun sat quietly with his father's body in his arms all night. He held his father's body and talked about his mother, father and all the good memories of his childhood. Miaocheng is still the Miaocheng, but the close relatives who accompanied him through his best childhood are no longer there.

He looked at the imperial edict with his name, smiled sadly, and then kneaded the imperial edict representing the inheritance of the whole empire into a ball and carefully wiped the blood stains on his father's face. The future emperor finally took the gorgeous glazed dragon robe from the old emperor. Who knew that after holding the power, what was left in his hand was only dark red blood?