Guardian Chapter 150: Dynasty Crisis

Three days later.

The situation in Tanzhou gradually spread in Kyoto.

Man Chao was shocked.

At the time of the Chaohui, among the six ministries, except for the Ministry of War, Qi Qi sent a letter to impeach the town of Xiwang for disadvantages, resulting in chaos in Tanzhou.

Just like the blood, the censors first criticized the officials from the top to the bottom of the Tanzhou Chief Envoy, the General Soldier and others for nothing, and then they aimed at the staff and impeached the officials. The investigation was negligent, and he was not good at people, and finally burned the flames of war on the King of Zhenxi. He was too late to impeach him, and the city was ruined and it was too late.

To put it bluntly, as soon as the historians accused the local officials of Tanzhou for incompetence, they insisted on occupying the pit without shit. The second is to accuse the officials of the corpse of Guosu, and the investigating officials are blind. The third is to accuse the king of Zhenxi for hiding evil intentions and supporting his own self-respect. It only ends when Tanzhou is ruined. It is suspected of weakening Dashun and sinister intentions. His sins are punishable.

The Chaohui is like a vegetable market, bustling and bustling, playing like a big rock, one after another, smashing the Yongxing Emperor's face black.

"Enough." Emperor Yongxing's face sank like water, his heart was full of anger, and there was still a light cloud on the surface.

His face is old, his hair is gray, and he supports his dangling body. Only the occasional light in his eyes can tell that this was a tough emperor.

He was dressed in a bright yellow five-claw golden dragon dress, sitting firmly on the dragon chair, holding the chair tightly with both hands, and the blue veins on the back of his palm with old age spots violent.

An irritated "Enough" was heard, and the voice was low and steady, and the tone was not rushed, and the noisy Chaotang suddenly quieted down slowly.

Emperor Yongxing is condescending, his slightly hazy eyes are fleeting, he scans the Manchu civil and military, these faces have the kind of "Tanzhou situation, I am so distressed" expressions, in fact, his heart is that kind "Okay, there are so many official positions vacated, it is worth fighting for" the heart.

Emperor Yongxing, who has been the emperor for 40 years, has already understood in his heart.

These guys who screamed the most happily before, with righteousness as the banner, are they not waving the flag for their own camp? Emperor Yongxing knew it well.

For things like this, multilateral seesaws, confrontations with each other, and even a wide range of implications, are rare opportunities for political opponents to suppress each other.

Emperor Yongxing did not give the Manchu civil and military the opportunity to sing.

He burst into anger and overturned the memorial book to the ground, angrily said: "You one by one, Dashun pillars, my arms, the land of a state, is so corrupted, cult rebels, monsters The clan infiltrate and the stupid clan’s remnants have made trouble in such a field. What do I want you to do, and what do the people want you to do."

Emperor Yongxing was furious.

He leaned on the dragon chair, slapped up, kicked the **** who wanted to help him, and walked back and forth with his hands behind his back.

Manchu dynasty civil and military immediately bowed their heads, and the atmosphere did not dare to take a breath. As for whether it was true, only these old fried dough sticks knew.

Emperor Yongxing went to court on weekdays, drowsy with his forehead with one hand, listened to the reports of his ministers, and easily refrained from expressing his position, and adopted delaying tactics on difficult or controversial issues.

For forty years of administration, Emperor Yongxing has already worked hard enough to let them fight, let them fight, restrain each other, balance each other, and the kingship can eternally prosper.

Today, he went uncharacteristically and directly concluded the conclusion.

"Tanzhou officials from the third grade and above, although the death is not enough to apologize and punish the three tribes. The officials have oversight and heavy responsibilities. Remember that Aiqing is old and begs for the bones. The remaining officials, from top to bottom, punish Salary for half a year. The king of Zhenxi...The fief is reduced by 300 miles, the fine is three years, and the cost of the Royal Palace in Kyoto is halved."

"In addition, Wei Xiang led the courtiers, the situation in Tanzhou, slow response, suspected of lazy government, banned for seven days, thinking behind closed doors."

"Retreat."

Emperor Yongxing was clean and crisp, and before the courtiers thanked him, he walked away.

After giving thanks from the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, he was dumbfounded, and it was quite a long time before he started talking.

The topics are mostly focused on the old Shangshu of the official department, some comforting, gloating, and secretly delighting.

Wei Changjigui, as the prime minister of the dynasty, suffered from unreasonable disaster.

He was about the same age as Emperor Yongxing, and his half-squinted eyes seemed too heavy to open.

The penalty for banning the foot seems to be very light, but for people of this status, face is actually more important. Emperor Yongxing should deny his face without mercy, which can be said to be a very heavy penalty.

Wei Changji put his hands together in the court clothes, his fingers clasped tightly, his thumb kept circling around, he was suspicious in his heart: Today's saint, have you eaten the rejuvenating pill? With all his words, the spirit head that can't be beaked is quite the enthusiasm when he climbed the big treasure at the beginning of the year. This is... a return to light? Could it be... the future is not long for the saint?

"Uncle." A middle-aged man with slightly swollen eyes and pale face, approached Wei Changji and asked in a low voice, "Where did the father sing today?"

Wei Changji raised his eyes to look at the middle-aged man in front of him, and then swept his gaze towards the minister of the same hall who was moving out of the hall, and saw someone wandering his eyes here.

He straightened up his face and saluted the visitors one by one, "Duke An, above the court, there are only monarchs and ministers, no nephews, and the etiquette should not be disordered."

The corner of An Wang's mouth trembled, and his heart was so greasy that he secretly said: The old foxes are pretending to be one by one.

Wang An thought this in his heart, but he squeezed out a smile on his face, and immediately responded, "Wei Xiang taught that this prince is dull, and I want to ask the Prime Minister some questions."

Wei Changji gave a hum, and Void stretched out his hand to signal Wang An to go first, and everyone walked and talked.

Out of the gate of the hall, the officials who came and went away from each other.

Wei Changji then put away his pretentious and gentle appearance, and said: "Tanzhou incident is very unusual. This situation may change. Today, the emperor behaved abnormally. It's time for you to please your mother and queen. "

Even if there are no outsiders on the side, Wei Changji's words are still not leaking. The so-called situation has changed, naturally it is a matter of establishing the prince. He hinted that King An would give Queen Wei the opportunity to ask for peace, inquire about the news, and find out why Emperor Yongxing Abnormal, the second is to remind the harem forces, this prince dispute, I am afraid that the storm is about to come.

An Wang hasn't spoken yet.

Wei Changji put his hands together, squinted his eyes and walked slowly past him.

His lips are slightly opened, and in a whispering voice, as if talking to himself, "Those pickled things in your house, when they are broken, they will be broken. Please settle down for a period of time. Don't leave the beginning and the end."

An Wang stiffened and froze in place, until Wei Changji walked away.

He was startled to realize that his back seemed to be soaked.

An Wang thought a lot, and secretly said: Did he find anything? It doesn't make sense. The butler who knew about it has been dealt with by me. Isn't it... Uncle Guo is also part of the awakening plan?

An Wang shook his head, he denied the idea, and then thought that Wei Changji might be referring to his own special hobbies.

The King An secretly said a pity. Recently, a cronies reported that he had found a superb product in Yuqian Alley and was shocked to the heavens. It seems that this matter is slowing down, at least until the 60th birthday of the father is over. .

Seeing that a few days have passed since the birthday, Wang An’s heart sank again and became restless.

He nodded voluntarily, and he didn't know what happy things had come to mind, and his pale face was full of blood with a smile.

……

Emperor Yongxing was furious at the court, and quickly slashed the chaotic Mahjong situation in Tanzhou.

I didn't change the court clothes, so I couldn't wait to walk in the direction of Lenggong.

He walked faster and faster, his footsteps became lighter and lighter, and nearly sixty people actually felt a sense of excitement.

It can be seen that Emperor Yongxing is in a very happy mood.

The lady **** waiting on the side was so scared that she wanted to do it but didn't dare to do it. Following the pace of Emperor Yongxing, she leaned forward and stared at his feet for fear that he might fall over and cause her head to fall. .

In the cold palace, those half-crazy women and grandmothers have long since disappeared. Earlier, they were either given death by the unification or expelled from the palace.

At this time, the cold palace, the outer imperial army, the inner guard of the dragon guard, the transformed deep palace, three steps, one post, five steps and one sentry, and the guards are tight.

Even Emperor Yongxing, Emperor Dashun, had to take out half a piece of jade to match it if he wanted to go in.

It can be seen that the specifications of this place and the degree of importance Dashun attaches to it.

After passing the outer periphery, Han Lin had long been waiting in the inner periphery.

"Ancestor, did that happen?" Emperor Yongxing couldn't wait, he was overjoyed, ran a few steps subconsciously, and then slowly stabilized his pace.

He covered his back with his hands and coughed as a concealment. Then he calmed down and said with a blank expression: "Palace Master Han has worked hard, and the Soul Suppressing Department and the Demon Slayer Hall are also indispensable, and the King of Zhenxi Suffering from misunderstandings, merits in the ages, the annals of the Dashun Dynasty will definitely add a strong touch to the Qing Dynasty."

Han Lin was not as cautious as facing Emperor Yongxing.

He drew out his ears, and yawned boredly, lazily gave a monarch gift to Emperor Yongxing, waved his hand: "The things are inside. I teach you how to use them, so I won’t watch them. I'm upset after seeing it."

Looking at Han Lin's unruly and unruly walk away, Emperor Yongxing didn't think he was angry.

There was a smile at the corner of his mouth, and he said to himself: "It's better to miss each other than to see each other, I understand."

Emperor Yongxing stepped into the deep palace.

After the transformation, the underground palace is full of institutions, and Emperor Yongxing goes around alone, opening layers of secret doors with his own dragon energy.

The deepest level.

A life-like sleeping dragon occupies the ground.

This dragon is not a real thing, but a dynasty luck.

The Qi Luck Dragon heard the movement, and opened his eyes slightly, two bright yellow pupils reflecting the figure of Emperor Yongxing.

It opened its mouth and sucked, and Emperor Yongxing disappeared.

Appearing, I don't know where.

This is the emptiness of a shining starry sky.

Emperor Yongxing seemed to be suspended in mid-air if he couldn't reach the sky or the earth.

This place is the space of Qi Luck, the dynasty belongs exclusively to the world, and it is the only one in the world.

In front of Emperor Yongxing, there are rivers of stars and rivers turning, and stars are falling and rising, as if they are in the stars of the universe.

A beam of yellow light pierced up and down the infinite sky without seeing far and near.

Near Huangmang, there is a brocade box in front of Emperor Yongxing. Inside it is the land of the zombie in poor Tanzhou, where millions of people are sacrificed, and the smelted corpse roar light and shadow make a pill.

Emperor Yongxing's calm face was obviously moved, and his old body seemed to be much younger.

There was a flush of flush on his face, and he muttered to himself:

"It is worth sacrificing the people of a state. Even if the Jigu Sect is not chaotic, I will let him chaos, and don't give the zombie a chance, how can they refine this good fortune pill for me."

"The emperor’s infamy that has been slaughtered throughout the ages of Tanzhou, the emperor can’t recite it, and I’m even more unable to recite it. Since the remnants of the previous dynasty are about to jump out, this big drama between me and the emperor gives you a chance. It’s your own uselessness, then No wonder me."

"With this Pill of Good Fortune, I can communicate with God and summon the great ancestor to come. At that time, let alone Yin and Yang, even the Three Realms will be under the control of my Han clan."

Emperor Yongxing was talking, and dragon spirit swarmed out from his body, and a golden dragon carrying the brocade box merged into the endless yellow light.

Emperor Yongxing prayed devoutly and said something.

Suddenly, the Pill of Good Fortune erupted with an unprecedented **** arrogance. The golden yellow awns dyed it, and the single yellow was inlaid with a reddish border and charged straight up.

The silent dragon chant sounded inside Emperor Yongxing.

His consciousness seems to be infinitely rising with the slow dissolution of the Pill of Good Fortune.

Emperor Yongxing had the illusion that China was in the palm of his hand and the starry sky was on the soles of his feet.

This feeling of being above all makes him addicted. This kind of satisfaction is something that, as the Ninth Five-Year Lord, Da Shun's name is not the same.

He gave birth to a man who should behave like this, heroic as high as the sky.

Emperor Yongxing seems to have returned to his youthful age full of passion. At that time, he was full of vigor and energy, and he was far from his current state of being old and heroic in his twilight years.

"I can fight again." Emperor Yongxing clenched his fists and uttered the strongest voice that he had not paid for.

As his consciousness improves.

Emperor Yongxing seems to have seen the end of the yellow light.

There seems to be a heavenly gate out of sight.

That is the place where Taizu disappeared that year recorded in the royal secret book.

The Taizu has risen into a fairy. This is everyone's guess and consensus.

As long as there is a pill of good fortune, you can ring the gate of heaven as an emperor and invite Taizu to come to the world.

Emperor Yongxing has this confidence and courage, and only the emperor, who is the son of the chosen by heaven, is qualified by the combination of dynasty's luck and luck.

Get closer.

Emperor Yongxing could even clearly see the cracks in the Tianmen, and a faintly different atmosphere from the world flowed around, making him intoxicated.

He even wanted to give up summoning Taizu, give up Dashun's state, give up his identity above tens of thousands of people, and just like this he crashed into the gate of heaven.

Become a fairy and live long.

Isn't he fragrant?

Emperor Yongxing has a desire that has not appeared for a long time in his eyes.

His eyes are bloodshot from excitement, and his heart beats more powerfully because of the illusion of being close at hand.

Emperor Yongxing is almost climax.

But he was unsure of being poured by a scoop of cold water.

He found that his rising consciousness and upward consciousness were slowing down, and then slowly stagnated, and the Tianmen, which was close at hand, gradually moved away from him.

"No, I belong to the destiny, the chosen one." Emperor Yongxing stretched out his arms, furiously incompetent, using all kinds of methods, but he watched himself sinking continuously.

How did it rise, and how did it sink.

Emperor Yongxing stood there, speechless for a long time.

He has a gloomy face, and his face is so dark that he can pinch ink.

In the brocade box in front of him, the good fortune pill made by millions of people, the essence is seven or eight, and only one incomplete corpse roar light and shadow that seems to be dissipated at any time.

"It's a little bit, why is it a little bit."

"Why, why."

"Obviously right in front of me, I am not reconciled."

"Is it because Taizu was a zombie body, I am a mortal blood?"

Emperor Yongxing stared at the Pill of Good Fortune, the blue veins on his forehead violently.

The Pill of Good Fortune in front of me is like a calculated energy ball, missing some energy, so that it should be able to detain the opportunity of Tianmen, because of lack of energy, it is unsustainable.

He fell into endless resentment for a while.

"Since heaven has no way, I will find a way by myself. Since I can't live forever, I am a longevity." Emperor Yongxing gritted his teeth and viciously grabbed the pill of good fortune and swallowed his belly.

The Pill of Good Fortune was inside him, and it shattered with a loud bang.

A fierce roar of the corpse took up the space behind Emperor Yongxing.

The dragons rushed out, and the emperor Yongxing burst into the body with several golden dragon auras, engulfing the roar of the corpse.

The dragon's energy after being swallowed changed. Gradually, the bloodthirsty impulse appeared in his eyes, and his golden figure had faint blood marks.

The traces are very shallow, similar to capillaries.

Emperor Yongxing opened his eyebrows, his eyes were exquisite.

Aggressive eyes, following the dragon's energy.

Emperor Yongxing's irritable mood was slowly relaxed.

He raised his head and stared at the sky, with a strong nasal voice, and with a cold snort, he walked to the gate of the underground palace without looking back.

Looking at the two dragon guards outside the door.

Emperor Yongxing has an urge to add people. .

He knew that his condition was wrong, closed his eyes, and forced the dragon pressure system to operate.

For a while, this impulsivity gradually faded.

As the mood becomes stable.

Emperor Yongxing regretted it.

But I don't regret it.

"I am the son of destiny and cannot control destiny. What is the use of this world."

Facing the poor years.

Emperor Yongxing chose an alternative longevity.

Perhaps.

Break the legacy of Taizu.

Go on the road of the zombie.

It's also a good choice.