Chapter 10 Emperor Lin Xi

Mengyang, Miaocheng, Starfall Hall.

In the luxurious hall, the ministers were gathered. At this time, the owner of the golden throne high in the hall had not yet come, and they whispered in groups. From time to time, a high-power minister walked into the hall, and immediately some flattered people came forward to compliment. The empire changed. Everyone wanted to find a strong support for themselves in the unpredictable future to avoid the pain of chopping board fish. I don't know who said, "Mr. Zuo Prime Minister Ling is here." A group of ministers immediately gathered around, greeted each other with a smile, bowed and did not hesitate to flatter.

"Lord Ling is early. I have heard for a long time about the pillars of Lord Ling's empire and the blessings of the four seas. He is my once-in-a-lifetime loyal minister in Mengyang. I hope Lord Ling will help me more and forgive me in the future!"

"Yes, yes! Ling Daming is in the high position of Prime Minister Zuo and the lord of the State of Ling. He will definitely rise to the throne and make a famous name in history. If someone asks me about Mengyang's righteous person, under the emperor, there is only Lord Ling--"

Ling Feng fiercely stroked his beard and said with a smile, "You really look up to Ling. How can Ling be compared with my emperor of Mengyang? You are all the pillars of Mengyang. Everyone will be more familiar with each other in the future and conspire to the prosperity of Mengyang for thousands of years.

Ling Fenglie is in a good mood at this time. Since the Chinasi invaded Mengyang, he has not been in such a good mood. The news came from the spies lurking beside the emperor that the emperor had died, which was a good time for him to turn over for many years. When the old emperor passed away, the throne must be inherited from the crown prince Wan Changlong, and as the crown prince's teacher, he will inevitably be awarded the title of emperor. To be honest, the prince does not have the talent to be an emperor, but this is better. The affairs of the empire have to be handled by him, and he can even take advantage of the power of the emperor. As long as he controls the emperor and promotes the situation of holding the emperor to order the princes, what is the general of Zhentian? What is the 100,000 light armored brigade in the night country? Nanliang, Qiuyue, Shen, what are the major vassal states? At the thought of this, he couldn't help smiling like a fox.

The death of the emperor has not been announced to the ministers. Now the Chinassi army is rampant in Mengyang, waiting for the enemy to retreat and then inform the death of the emperor of the world, so that there will be no turbulence in the empire. It is estimated that the summoning of the ministers this time was also arranged by the prince. Thinking of the prince's mediocre and domineering appearance, Ling Fenglie's mouth smiled with a mocking smile. You think you are the lord of a dynasty, but you are the couple in the palm of my Ling Feng. You think your dream sun stands for all generations, but my country is above your dream sun. Whose stage is this troubled time? Only those with flames beating in their chests are qualified to fight for the deer. Prince Wan Changlong is not enough to see!

At this time, a palace man stood next to the throne of the hall and said in a long voice, "The third prince is here."

The third prince? Ling Fenglie frowned. Why was he the third prince? Ling Fenglie had almost no impression of this third prince. He only knew that the relationship between the third prince and the second prince and the fourth prince was very bad. The third prince usually does not have contact with the ministers. In the eyes of people, the third prince Wanjun has no quarrel with the world, is gentle and peaceful, and does not have the fierce and domineering of the emperor's family. Why did the third prince arrive now? Is it the third prince and the prince who made up? Did the death of the old emperor unite the young people of the Wanyu family? Ling Fenglie couldn't figure it out and couldn't figure it out.

Wan Yijun slowly came up from the apse, wearing a graceful glazed dragon robe - only the emperor was qualified to wear it. The pearl curtain in front of the golden crown covered his eyes, and the face under the pearl curtain was slightly pale, but the indifferent smile at the corners of his mouth set off his temperament like a god in heaven. Behind him was a man in a scarlet robe. His face was enchanting, his long blood-red hair was floating, and his chest seemed to emit burning heat. As soon as the two appeared in front of everyone, it was like two stars rising and the whole starry sky dimmed.

Wan Yijun walked to the highest throne of the Starfall Hall and slowly sat down - this was the first time he sat in a seat that originally belonged to his father. At the thought of the tragic situation of his father spitting blood, Wan Yijun's heart began to be faintly painful. It's just that he can't help crying anymore, and the huge Mengyang will be under his control. As the new emperor of Mengyang, he must be strong, put away the tenderness in his heart like the toughest steel, and be no longer weak.

He sat on the throne and looked down at the unknown ministers, just like a hunter looking down at a group of elk on a high cliff. He ignored the confusion of the ministers and did not explain much. He sat like that and looked at the ministers under the crown. Finally, someone reacted and knelt down and saluted: "See the third prince!" The ministers quickly followed suit and knelt down and said, "See you, the third prince!" Ling Feng looked angrily at the surrounding ministers who bowed like prawns, but found that he was the only one standing upright. Looking up, the eyes of the third prince behind the crown bead curtain flashed with compelling light, staring at himself. The emotionless lookdown almost made his soul out of his body. He had never seen the third prince always have such a deterrifying momentum. He couldn't help feeling guilty, lowered his eyes, knelt down, and said in a low voice, "See you, the third prince!" He was the last to kneel down, and only his voice echoed in the whole hall.

Wan Yijun looked at the ministers kneeling down and salute him respectfully, and felt that something was swelling in his heart. That feeling made him float up, as if he were the sky, the earth, and the law of everything in the world. This was a feeling that he had never felt weak before. He couldn't help laughing, holding his hands tightly to the armrest of the throne, raising his head high, and smiling wildly. He enthusiastically liked this condescending sense of control, and the frenzy in his laughter was even worse.

The laughter dissipated, and Wan Yijun waved his hand and said, "You are flat!" When the ministers stood upright and stood respectfully, he said, "Today, I will call you to the palace for discussion. Please forgive me. It's just that Mengyang has internal and external troubles, so we have to call you here to discuss the country!"

The ministers whispered for a while, and I don't know why! The third prince wearing a glazed dragon robe symbolizing the emperor brought them too many questions, but they were ministers and did not dare to show what they wanted. Only Ling Fenglie lowered his head and looked very ugly. According to his guess, he had expected what had happened, and he really didn't expect that the hidden third prince could do so decisively.

"The former emperor died, and the prince and the second prince also died unexpectedly one after another. Now, I am the emperor of Mengyang. I will lead Mengyang to repel the strong enemy and jointly defend the power of my emperor of Mengyang. Wan Yijun said calmly that when he mentioned the death of the two brothers, he was not panicked at all, as if it was not him who killed the two brothers.

At this time, the ministers completely blew up, and no one could calm down. The emperor, the prince and the second prince died at the same time. No one would think it was a coincidence. Ling Fenglie clenched his hand into a fist and trembled and said secretly, "Wan Yijun, you are cruel enough!" He took the opportunity to step forward and bowed and said, "The third prince, the former emperor died, and the prince and the second prince died. There are too many strange things here. Your Majesty's ninety-five, the crown prince, is the foundation of my dream. I think that the reason should be as soon as possible to reintegrat your majesty and the two princes!"

Wan Yijun stood up, with a stronger smile on his face and said, "There is nothing to check. I can tell you the reason. They were all killed by me!"

In an instant, the star falling hall seemed to have a cold wind passing by. A chill rose from the magnificent hall, and the ministers stared at Wan Yijun with a smile and couldn't speak. The faint smile said that he killed his father and brother. Is it really the gentle and courteous third prince?

Ling Fenglie thought he would say some excuses, but he didn't expect that the third prince would confess the truth so easily. Isn't he afraid that the ministers will be angry and provoke the public?

"Today, the empire is surrounded by strong enemies and staring at them. His father is old and sick, and he is unable to resist the strong enemy. The prince and the second prince cannot take on the responsibility of the emperor. Only I, Wan Tongjun, are the lord of the world. For this reason, I don't hesitate to drive my brother to force my father, just for my dream forever. If you don't accept me, you can stand up and I will let you see my means!" Wan Jun said stubbornly, and the domineering in his voice loomed out.

Ling Feng clenched his fist with resentment, and now he can only endure it. The prince's chess piece was destroyed, which made him extremely sad. After being in the high position of Prime Minister Zuo for a long time, his joy and anger have long been fascinated. He immediately said with a straight face: "The third prince did not hesitate to destroy his relatives for the safety of my dream sun. This is the spirit of fighting and loyalty. I am convinced of the third prince and willing to be the head of the third prince and conspire for the prosperity of my dream. Seeing that Prime Minister Ling Fenglie was like this, the ministers also knelt down one after another and said, "I am willing to be loyal to Yu Lie for the third prince and conspire to make my dream of prosperity for generations!" For a moment, the starfall hall shouted everywhere, and the ministers bowed their heads to the upstarts of the empire one after another.

Wan Yijun stared at Ling Fenglie and said nothing. He had noticed that Ling Fenglie was the leader of the ministers. The ministers did not respect him convincingly, but followed Ling Fenglie to respect him. In an instant, the murderous intention in my heart burst out, thinking about the blade and the high hall.

At this time, Shura handed over a look and shook his head gently, signaling him not to act rashly. Shura said in an inaudible voice, "Now is not the time to kill him!"

Wan Yijun calmed down and nodded slowly. He will not easily ignore this Shura's advice.

"Today, I announce to you in the Starfall Hall that I am the new emperor of Mengyang, with the title of 'Lin Xi'. Change the name of the year to 'Hen Miao', wait for the foreign enemy to retreat, and then tell the world, and go to the throne!" Wan Yanjun suddenly became extremely pious. When he said the word "Lin Xi", his voice choked. No one knows what the position of the word "Lin Xi" is in his heart, and what the year means! No one knows, and there is no need to let irrelevant people know. His hand hidden in the glazed dragon Xiang robe clenched into a fist - my dream sun, only I can protect it!

"See you, Your Majesty!" The ministers knelt down and worshipped again. The ministers bowed their heads and put their foreheads on the ground, admiring and pious.

Wan Yijun stood up and took a few steps forward. Shura followed closely, and they stood side by side and silently received the kneeling salute of the ministers.

Shura said quietly, "Who can really convince people with virtue, and who can love the world? Who can hold the sword and be the king, and who is willing to bow down? With that, he also knelt down and said respectfully, "See you, Your Majesty!"

Wan Yanjun raised his hands in front of him, and his fair skin was soft under the bright lights in the hall - it was not like a man's hand at all, but a little soft as a dusty woman holding a fan and stroking the piano. Suddenly, his hands clenched into fists, and light cyan blood vessels were attached to the back of his hands. "It's these hands that killed my two brothers and forced my father to abdicate!" He muttered, and the light in his eyes was helpless and a little melancholy. "However, more people are destined to die. Everything is for my dream!"

Since then, Emperor Lin Xi of Mengyang has officially stepped on the stage of history. No one knows how far this young emperor can go. Under the thunderous iron horse, he can defend the power of the emperor belonging to Mengyang with blood and fire like the founding emperor of Shenwu.