Chapter 18 Edict

Mengyang Emperor's Capital, Miao City, Starfall Hall

The white and fat palace man said in a long voice, "The good news ahead. General Zhentian led the light armored brigade of the night country and the light armored gun of Qiuyue Kingdom to fight against the barbarians in the eastern suburbs of Yining City. He won a complete victory, annihilated countless enemies, destroyed the enemy's arrogance, and raised the prestige of our country. Mengyang is immortal, standing, the sun and the moon are blessed, and the emperor's luck is boundless——"

On the star fall hall, the ministers knelt down and bowed to the figure leaning on the golden throne in the hall. Ling Fenglie, the leading Prime Minister, took the lead and shouted, "The emperor's luck is infinite and majestic; the stars fall and the moon floats, and the heavenly track is auspicious." The ministers also praised Ling Fenglie loudly. For a moment, the praise of "imperial luck and Ling Feng Lie" in the hall was endless.

Emperor Lin Xi leaned on the throne wearing a luxurious glazed dragon robe, and his face under the white jade pearl curtain with a golden crown was pale and indifferent. He looked down at the ministers, like a condescending god, happy or sad, indifferent like a golden stone. He ignored the magnificent compliments of the ministers, but a cold smile appeared at the corners of his mouth: "It's so beautiful!" Emperor Lin Xi's voice was very soft, like the brocade woven by the most skillful weaver girl in Qiuyue Kingdom with silk, but the indifference in his voice was like the lonely snow line on the mountains towering into the sky in the far north. The ministers couldn't help fighting a cold war, knelt on the ground, with their heads hanging down, and dared not look up at the emperor.

They can hold official positions in Mengyang Emperor. Which one is not a veteran in officialdom? They are cautious, oily, and very good at steering the wind, but since Emperor Lin Xi was crowned the throne, they have never been able to figure out the temper of this empire's upstart. Emperor Lin Xi is always quiet like the sky in midsummer night, and they are like mortals looking at the vast universe under the starry sky. They will always be lost in the emperor's deep eyes that can hold the whole starry sky. Sometimes the emperor looked at the sky quietly, and when he was happy, he would point down the bright silver and purple gold on his right thumb and look quietly in front of him. Sometimes he stood for several hours in front of the frozen remains of the old emperor - the emperor ordered that after the foreign enemy retreated, he would hold a huge funeral for the old emperor. He never let the guards or ministers follow him, accompanied by only a mysterious 'demon' in a scarlet robe.

Ling Fenglie obviously felt that Wan Yijun had changed, and he could not see the shadow of the past in his eyes, only full of self-confidence, that kind of unexplained, almost arrogant self-confidence! Ling Fenglie can be sure that the third prince, who was originally fragile, has become the now decisive Emperor Lin Xi, and must have the male relationship who calls himself 'Sura'! When he looked at Shura, he only felt uneasy, like seeing the most unlucky thing, and even thinking about the handsome and indistinguishable male and female demon would chill his heart. Moreover, this Shura is largely weakening his position around the emperor.

He, the prime minister of the empire, should have been the closest minister to the emperor, but since Emperor Lin Xi succeeded to the throne, the emperor has never summoned him alone, and he was ignored by the emperor like other ministers. Sometimes when he kneels on the cold pure white mica stone ground of the Starfall Hall, he can't help thinking of the phrase "one emperor, one courtier"! Perhaps, after the Chinassi retreated, the first to suffer was their group of ministers. Since Emperor Lin Xi didn't even let go of his own brother, what feelings does he have for these ministers? Thinking of this, Ling Fenglie became irritable. In order to survive, he must prolong the war to leave enough time to prepare, or to get rid of Emperor Lin Xi - if this person does not die, he will have trouble sleeping and eating!

"Ling Fenglie, do you seem to have something to say?" Emperor Lin Xi's voice came from the throne of the high hall, still so soft, and there seemed to be flames beating in the depths of his eyes, staring at Ling Fenglie. Ling Yu's voice climbed down Ling Feng's back like a cold poisonous snake, and suddenly there was a thrill of soul out of his body!

When the emperor reigned, he would always call him Aiqing, and even if he was angry, he would only call him Prime Minister Ling. But since he became emperor, he called his name in front of his ministers without leaving any face, which always embarrassed him. But he could only temporarily obey and dare not disobey. He was afraid that Wan Yanjun would really kill him directly in the court--. He just knelt down respectfully and lowered his head, with his forehead against the mica stone ground. But there was a faint sound of laughter around, and Ling Feng was a little at a loss for a moment. Why did they laugh? He slowly raised his head and looked around and found that the ministers had stood up after reading "The emperor's luck is infinite, majestic; the stars fall and the moon is floating, and the heavenly track is auspicious". Only he thought about how to subvert the emperor, and still couldn't kneel for a long time. His old face was hot, and he quickly stood up and coughed gently to hide his embarrassment!

The emperor smiled and looked at his panicked dressing, as if he were looking at a funny clown. Ling Fenglie can't wait to find a seam to drill down! The ministers looked at him with a joking in their eyes, and they were also happy to see the Prime Minister Zuo, who had been pressing them, make a fool of himself. At first, many people wanted to cling to Prime Minister Zuo, hoping to leave a way out for themselves by relying on Prime Minister Zuo's position as the emperor. But they found that the new emperor did not like Prime Minister Zuo, so they didn't take Ling Fenglie seriously.

The human heart is like this, unpredictable and immeasurable. Maybe the person who looks at your flattering smile is thinking about how to get rid of you! Maybe the person who worships you is coveting his powerful and beautiful wife. The evil in the world comes from the heart, which is true.

Ling Fenglie suddenly understood a lot, like an epiphany and an enlightenment, and a vague plan took shape in his mind. The smile on his old face couldn't help softening and deepening.

Ling Fenglie didn't notice that Shura, who was standing behind Emperor Lin Xi, was staring at him. Maybe he can hide something from the emperor. But I can't hide it from Shura. Under the mysterious dementor of the sorcerer, ordinary people's brains can't hide any secrets! A smile flashed on Shura's charming face, and his narrow phoenix eyes rippled, looking at Ling Fenglie. He whispered in Emperor Lin Xi's ear, "The old man is hitting your brother's attention!"

Emperor Lin Xi turned his head and looked at him. The cold on his face finally melted: "Zerui? He is only 16 years old and too young. I don't want him to get involved! I don't want Wan Tong's family to bleed anymore. The man in the family can't stand the loss - do you know what Ling Fenglie wants him to do?

"The old man only had a vague idea, but just now he thought of the fourth prince in an instant in embarrassment, and then his mood eased down and the dementor was interrupted!" Shura shrugged his shoulders and said!

"Hmm, but then again, if you have to, Zerui can also be killed! Compared with my Mengyang, what is a younger brother? The emperor said lightly. The cold light in his eyes was a little fuller.

Shura was stunned and immediately smiled. His face was as soft as the bright moon, and he said, "Your Majesty, now you are the god walking in the clouds, because there is no mercy in God's heart..."

The emperor's face suddenly felt a little depressed, and the kind of heartbreaking depression appeared on the feared emperor's face! There seemed to be crystal tears in his eyes. He was so depressed and blank. He looked at Shura innocently. Shura didn't know what to say! But the emperor's weakness at that moment suddenly disappeared as when he came, like the stones thrown on the water, ripples and returned to calm. He stopped looking at Shura and looked at the ministers again, looking at him as indifferently and decisively as ever!

Sura's heart hurts. Maybe these are really too cruel for young people who are only 20 years old. But what can I do? The emperor, respected by all the people, can only wear a mask to maintain decent dignity. Even if he is sad to die, he should be indifferent. The emperor is not allowed to be seen at all.

Emperor Lin Xi looked down at his courtiers in the Starfall Hall and said, "The emperor's luck is infinite and majestic; the stars fall and the moon floats, and the heavenly track is auspicious? It's so beautiful! Humph, from the time the enemy of the Chinassi clan passed through the Golden Buddha Pass on September 13th and now, 200,000 people in Yining City, Linshui County, Mengyang have been killed, and there are countless deaths and injuries in the surrounding small cities. Three days ago, after I succeeded to the throne, I abolished the military order and allowed General Zhentian to fight against the enemy, which reluctantly left some face for the empire and did not make the barbarians feel that I was weak and incompetent. Speaking of this, the emperor stopped and looked down at Ling Fenglie, with a cold light in his eyes.

The ministers also followed the emperor to look at Ling Fenglie, because the 'ban order' was issued by Ling Fenglie. The emperor was obviously very dissatisfied with this matter and pointed it out. The cold eyes are like needles, leaving no room for Ling Fenglie's old face to turn around.

"Ling Fenglie, tell them about yesterday's war report!" The emperor said.

"Yes" Ling Fengyeol bowed respectfully and said, "According to my Mengyang's reprimanding report, the Zhentian General's army was majestic, and he formed an invincible battle with the enemy. The defeat and fierce riding, countless enemies have been killed and injured, and have retreated to Yining City. If they are deterred by your majesty, they dare not act rashly any more. My dream of the world is not something that the frontier barbarians can easily shake.

The emperor smiled softly and said, "Great defeat? The enemy relied on the hero of the vigorous horse and ran rampant. Fortunately, General Zhentian led the night country's light armored brigade to resist, which delayed the pace of the vigorous horse. In this battle, nearly 6,000 riders were lost, and nearly 30,000 people were killed and injured in the light armored brigade of Mengyang Night Kingdom. Every five Mengyang warriors change the life of a Chinasi warrior! Tragic victory! Where did you win a complete victory?' The emperor's luck is boundless and majestic; the stars fall and the moon floats, and the heavenly track is auspicious. Let's leave such nonsense until the enemy withdraws from Mengyang!" The emperor's indifferent voice hit the ears of the ministers like a whip.

Indeed, Mengyang's inaction in the early stage of Chi Nasi's invasion is indeed very fiery. People who are a little bloody will poke the backbone of their literary ministers and say a coward. But what does it have to do with these high-temple ministers? As long as you live well, what does it matter to the life or death of those unslingers? But now the emperor is scolding them. The ministers are secretly swallowing their saliva for fear that the emperor will kill them all if they are unhappy. For this new emperor, they are afraid and respect - what else can't be done by those who dare to kill their father and brother?

Ling Fenglie was more shocked. He thought that as Prime Minister Zuo, he played the duties of the emperor's eyes, mouth and nose. If the emperor wanted to obtain information, he had to learn from him. When the carrier pigeon on the battlefield brought back the war report of the supervisory envoy, he deliberately whitewashed it and then went to the emperor, looking like Mengyang's victory. But although the emperor is in the deep palace, he knows the information on the battlefield better than himself! This made him feel like a thorn in his back! If the war report is not true, it is the hope that the emperor can be happy and show loyalty; if it is big, it is the crime of bullying the king and the death penalty! Ling Fenglie's forehead broke out in a cold sweat again!

The emperor did not pay much attention to him and continued: "It has been found that this time the enemy brought 40,000 fierce horses, and 150 million 'pray horses' plus more than 100,000 ordinary warriors, with a total strength of 160,000. We just faced the fierce riding of the striker, and the loss is so great. If the enemy's whole army is suppressed, how can we resist it?

The ministers took a deep breath and rode 40,000 vigorously, which can definitely sweep the combat power of a vassal state. At that time, Zhuo Ligetu only relied on tens of thousands of vigorous horses all the way from the wilderness and mountains to the imperial capital. Now there are 40,000 vigorous riders and more than 100,000 ordinary warriors. The king of China thought that he even brought the 'Hrayan'. Does the king want... Mengyang's sly city? The horde is more terrible than the vigorous horse. The vigorous horse is killed, at least vigorous, and the knife falls to kill people. But the thre rode and shot, and the dark arrow hurt people. When he died, he didn't know where the arrows flew from!

The emperor did not wait for the minister's anxiety to calm down. He stood up, and the glazed dragon robe floated like a cloud. He ordered: "The edict, send Shen, autumn moon, Ling, night. The princes of the five kingdoms of Southern Liang brought their troops to the emperor's capital, and there should be no delay!"

Ling Fenglie's eyes suddenly widened. What does Wan Yujun want to do? The princes of those countries brought their troops to the imperial capital Qin Wang, which was tantamount to attracting wolves into the house. Aren't you afraid?

He looked up at the figure standing tall and met Wan Yijun's eyes. He saw that the emperor's eyes were full of confidence, as if heaven and earth were in his hands. He lowered his head again and dared not look at the emperor again, as if he was afraid of being stabbed by the cold light of those confident eyes.