Chapter 119 The subjugation of the country. King

On the first day of the first lunar month, Kaitai was peaceful.

Until dawn, the momentum gradually weakened. With the brilliance of the iron blue morning glow in the sky, hundreds of riders with the banner of the Fanyang royal family were inserted on the back to send the news of the new emperor's accession to Beichen to all parts of Fanyang. Within a few days, Fanyang will know that the dynasty has been changed. The people only know that the emperor is supreme and unparalleled, and they don't care who is the emperor. For them, the temples and gates of the emperors of the imperial capital are far away from the sky. In the New Year, the new peach will be replaced with old charms, and the emperor will be the new atmosphere of the Fanyang Empire in the new year.

But people with a little eyesight can see that this coup came abruptly. The people who attended the dinner on New Year's Eve are all powerful officials with more than five grades. Which one does not represent the deep-rooted giant valve court, and the forces behind it are intertwined? How can it be made by a twenties? Is the prince messing around? The replacement of the new emperor and the old emperor is a major event involving the society of the world, but the whole Fanyang temple is almost all headed by the prince and horse. There is no dispute. They knelt in front of the new emperor and shouted long live, as if the emperor had infinite magic, which made them intoxicated and even lost their due judgment.

At the beginning of the 21st New Year, Emperor Beichen Emperor Fu Zeyu usurped the throne and ascended the throne.

In history, Emperor Beichen of Fanyang was a short-lived emperor. He was only emperor for less than a year and buried the whole empire. Even when later historians looked at history, all the clues showed that Emperor Beichen was just a puppet emperor. From the beginning of the year when the year was changed to the end of the Fanyang Empire, in a few months, the Fanyang Temple, which has always been known for its clear mouthpieces and scholars, surprisingly remained silent. The whole temple was like a pool of stagnant water, and the officials and ministers of the imperial capital were all corpses, just like puppet-like emperors.

And the real ruler is a young man who has just stepped into the temple by war. On the night of Emperor Beichen's usurpation of the throne, he saw the young man with fiery red pupils standing behind the new emperor. The ministers who knelt down to worship the new emperor all illusion that they were not worshipping the emperor, but the dusty temperament. General Beichen.

And no one expected that the beautiful young man with a beautiful face would bury the whole Fanyang, and even burn Mengyang, combine the two-divided world into perfection, and establish an unprecedented huge empire, the national name Mengfan.

In just ten years from the first year of Mengyang Linxi to the first year of the Mengfan Empire, it has been made into a 'troous year' by historians. In this decade, whether it is Mengyang, Fanyang, or the barbarians in the far north are experiencing the tragic process of the fall of the older generation of heroes and the rise of the younger generation of heroes. The Shenluo emperor of Mengyang, several famous princes and monarchs, the king of the barbarians, the king of Azlan Khan, the nest and Lehe Hal Chi shaman, the leader of Junqi, General Alatancang, the heroic cavalry leader Su He Saihan, the leader of the Cang navy of Fanyang, and Yang Yu, the leader of Aoyu long shooting, suppressed Fanyang. Guo Ameng, a great eunuch who could not raise his head for 20 years, and Emperor Ming Zen, who was forced to abdicate...

It seems that these ten years of troubled times have withered the whole world.

And the young emperors fought with each other, like beasts. In the end, only one can survive and end these ten years of troubled years.

Historians thought that Emperor Lin Xi of Mengyang was the master of troubled times and had a hegemony and murderous intention to unify the world. They thought that the young new barbarian new kings Suille and Ke Chinasi would use the iron hooves of barbarians to trample the southern city into the most beautiful pasture, thinking that the new emperor of Fanyang would Relying on Huangfu's wealth accumulated for more than 300 years, relying on shrewd calculations and strategies, he put the world into his pocket, and even felt that Li Qing Qiu, who died outside the imperial capital for nothing, could be counted as a hero in troubled times.

No one expected that this great river and mountain would be taken away by a lonely family.

People's impression of the young man who founded the new imperial dynasty still remained when he was the son of the Mengyang vassal states, wearing a blue robe and embroidered with a swaying feng hydrang on his chest. He timidly grabbed the hand of the guard servant and was quiet and silent.

The transparent and clear coral red eyes become hot and scarlet, as if they will spew out blazing flames and burn the world into scorched earth ashes.

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In the Fanyang Palace, Huangfu Mingchan's palace was tightly surrounded by strong warriors. Except for the little eunuch who delivered water and food, no one was allowed to contact the emperor who lost his throne. The samurai held a heavy battle in his hand and hung a light crossbow on his waist. Even a bird in the sky would shoot down.

Huangfu Mingzhen, who was imprisoned in the palace, still had the circle of bodhi rosary beads in his hand. In the lonely palace, there was not even a servant and eunuch who burned the earth dragon stove, which was as cold as an ice cave. He sat cross-legged, breathed hot air in his hand, and wrapped the purple golden dragon robe tightly.

It is a great irony to be taken the throne by his son and wear this dragon robe.

He pulled off his robe and angrily and threw it on the ground. He turned his head and didn't want to look at it, but he immediately regretted it - this year's New Year's Eve. Spring has passed, and winter is still there, and the empty palace is even colder.

"Mr. Ming Chan doesn't have to underestimate himself, but put the dragon body first!" A gentle and old voice sounded.

Huangfu Mingzhen suddenly turned around and saw a thin old man picking up the dragon robe and putting it on his shoulder again.

The rosary in his hand suddenly broke, and the smooth and bright bodhisattva was scattered on the ground and rolled away. His eyes widened and he looked panicked: "You - are you the owner of Shangji City?"

"I haven't seen you in 21 years. I'm glad you still remember who I am!" The old man did not share in front of the Fanyang emperor. He sat down casually with his slender fingers with clear joints, and the scattered bodhisattva rolled out of the corner and jumped to the old man's palm.

Huangfu Ming's pupils suddenly shrank, confirming the identity of the old man.

This matter has only spread among the emperors of Fanyang. To be more precise, every time Fanyang changes an emperor, the old man will see the new emperor once, like worshiping, or like... beating! It seems to be telling the new emperor who is the real master of Fanyang. This mysterious old man has been passed down by word of mouth for more than 300 years, almost throughout the whole history of Fanyang. How many emperors are looking forward to the death of this old man, but they don't expect him to be like a demon, old but still dies. Some emperor even sent elite assassins to Shangji City to assassinate, which is futile, but inexplicable. Miao lost his life and was replaced by the next heir to the throne.

This old man is almost a living relic of Fanyang. No matter how the emperor of Fanyang is replaced, the old man remains motionless and looks coldly at the world in Shangji City.

Shangji City has become a country in the middle of the country. When Guo Amon began to suppress the rivers and lakes, he handed down the martial arts who dared to fight against the government. Outside Shangji City, it was only symbolically passed by and did not dare to make anything, so Shangji City became a difficult place for many martial arts.

Emperor Fanyang is superior and supreme, but only the emperor himself knows that there is still a sharp sword hanging over their heads, an immortal demon.

Huangfu Mingchan stabilized his mind and said in a low voice, "The lord of the city is so elegant. According to the example, you should see the new emperor, right? Why are you in the mood to see an outdated emperor who was overthrown by his son?

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. His Royal Highness is already a puppet. The overall situation is set. If I go again, it's more than enough to draw a snake."

"What does the city lord mean?" Huangfu said harshly.

"The new General Beichen is a young man that I am optimistic about. His Royal Highness is his puppet and obedient to him. It is not impossible for the emperor of Fanyang to say that it is General Beichen!"

Huangfu Mingchan was stunned, and then laughed angrily, "Does the lord of the city really regard Jiangshan Sheji as a child's play? Aren't you afraid of damaging the luck of the empire and causing God's punishment to confuse the emperor by magic?

"If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you get the tiger son?" The old man said gently, with a cunning light in his coral-red eyes.

Night Stars? Ye, but the dead Mengyang prince Ye? Why does the lord of the city value this young man again? In the past 20 years, the lord of the city has been trying to protect the Li family in the southwest. In those years, I cleaned the military world and let Li Siam go. Even for your sake, I can acquiesce to Li Qingyu to grow up, and I don't want to cares the lord of the city lord. I even gave birth to the idea of marry my only daughter to Li Qingjiao. After Li Xim's death, I gave him a beautiful title. Wu Yi gave Li Qing Qiu a hereditary position that was inconsistent with the system of our ancestors to replace the capital of the Cang navy... Wen Kai and Ze Yu fought privately, and I want to protect Li Qing Qiu's life..."

"Well, I am very grateful to Mr. Ming Chan for thinking about what I told him, but the world is unpredictable. How can night stars appear! The friendship between me and Li Siam is just a favor. After all, the three counties in the southwest are next to the Forest, and the Forest is my hometown. Li Siam guards the Forest for me. I protect his three generations of glory and wealth, but what I really care about is the night stars! If you want to say why I regard him as more important than the father and son of the Li family, the Fanyang royal family, and the Jiangshan community... Ha ha, he is the son of my old friend and has the same lineage with me. I have been waiting for 300 years, but I am waiting for this person... Without knowing this reason, Mr. Ming Chan is convinced?"

Huangfu Mingchan lowered his head and smiled bitterly, and his laughter was desolate and lonely. "For more than 20 years, I have forgotten that I have lost the throne and can no longer be called me. When I first met the lord of the city, you called me Your Majesty Mingchan, and now you call me Mr. Mingchan. The world is unpredictable and the vicissitudes of life are ridiculous!"

Huangfu Mingchan suddenly looked ferocious and fierce, "You old monster, monster! Can the world's demons be in chaos and be peaceful?

"Indeed, human habitually accuses of incomprehensible things as ghosts and gods. In fact, the demons in human hearts are even more terrible. In the past thousand years, magicians have been persecuted by human beings. The last conjurer community was destroyed by your ancestor Jinglan, and the soul master and prophet have been extinct for hundreds of years... It is rare to live in peace between the secret race and human beings. The city owner still said gently, and the series of broken rosary beads swirled in his hand. "Therefore, I was committed to curbing the rights of human emperors. In the past 300 years, Fanyang. The deep-rooted valve families are all supported by the old man. Nowadays, in Fanyang temples, more than half of the ministers of more than six grades are my pawns. I only need one opportunity, a suitable candidate, can uproot the whole Fanyang court... The night stars appear just right.

"Mr. Ming Chan, we are all old guys. Don't worry so much about your leisure. Watch the young people toss around! I came to you today just to talk to you. After all, the inheritance of Fanyang's more than 300 years of Guozuo will be broken when you come. The emperor Beichen, who is now sitting on the emperor's throne, is just a dead puppet emperor.

Huangfuming was like a thunderstorm and said to himself, "I am... I am a subjugated country. The king? Three hundred years of Fanyang, did I interrupt the inheritance?"

"The world has been separated and merged. Since this millennium, the 236th Golden Yuan Dynasty, the seven countries were in chaos in the spring and autumn of 79, and the Jingxuan Dynasty in 499, Mengyang Fanyang divided the world for another 312 years. It is common for the world to be separated and merged. Just look at it, just look at it. It's not to be subjugated country, conform to the sky. Let's live!" The owner of Laomai City patted Huangfu Mingchan on the shoulder, stuffed the rosary beads into his hand and stood up.

I didn't see how he moved, and his figure gradually blurred, turned into a phantom and disappeared.

Huangfu Mingchan held a bodhi son in his hand and suddenly laughed. The whole hall echoed his crazy laughter, which was crazy and harsh.

Smiling, he covered his face and cried again. His body under the dragon robe trembled and twitched, and his voice choked, intermittently desolate, like a mourning exam.

The bodhi rosary in his hand fell down his fingers and rolled away.

Once the prosperity of Fanyang Ming Zen was destroyed in 20 years, Huangfu Ming Zen felt that his imperial dynasty, like this scattered bodhisattva, slipped away from his fingers and could never come back.

At night, Emperor Fuming, the 17th emperor of Fanyang, hanged himself and died. Hanging on the beam, it was the ninety-five supreme purple golden dragon robe.