Plundering the Dao of the Immortal Journey Chapter 483: Death
Pei Ziyun didn't answer immediately, lowered his head and meditated.
In the space, Sisi demon energy transforms into spiritual energy, and the original emptiness mana gradually recovers.
At this moment, it does not seem to have many scars, but the clothes are scratched. Everyone seems to feel that the true monarch has always been calm and relaxed, and the mana is as deep as the source of the sea, giving people a sense of incomprehension and depth.
And Pei Ziyun knew in his heart that not only the mana in the body, but also the space was almost consumed after this battle.
Of course, this is not irreparable. It is not hypocritical to say that if there is no three-year period, I may be shaken, but now I have dismissed all thoughts.
Pei Ziyun is a great political and military master, and he understands the establishment and operation of the system too well.
Even if there is absolute magical power to break everything, it will take at least seven to ten years to rebuild it, and I don’t have that time anymore.
Without a stable system, even if you forcefully seize the throne, not only will your young children and grandchildren simply not be able to continue, you will probably die, but also irresponsible to the people of the world, and the possibility of a renewed war will be very high.
Pei Ziyun still has a bottom line, and this bottom line is-I can take it, and I can't make the world worse.
Pei Ziyun felt melancholy. He lifted his head, with bottomless eyes faintly, and said: "Your Majesty, I am not hypocritical, and I will not learn from the so-called ancients."
"It's just that I'm seeking the truth with all my heart. If I'm rich, a radius of ten miles from Liujin Island is enough."
"I once told both the Emperor Taizu and His Majesty that although Da Xu was not a son of heaven, he had many calamities, but he eventually took the position. Hundreds of millions of people, King Wen Lu, were put down, and the world was peaceful. Happy and joyful, we eat the pot of pulp to welcome the king, and whoever dares to destroy it?"
"Really? That's my fault?" The emperor stunned out of the God of Formation: "If this is the case, what else can I say? I can only comply with the destiny."
Pei Ziyun stared silently, the emperor's face was abnormally pale, with fish-scale patterns on the corners of his eyes, and his slightly frowning eyebrows were worried, a little bit of wind and frost in his hair, his heart moved, but he didn't speak.
To this day, Pei Ziyun can't give up, anyone who knows this will understand.
After the emperor finished speaking, he naturally poured a glass of wine and gave it to his mouth. At this time, the imperial concubine knelt down on her knees, letting tears flow down, and tremblingly said: "The emperor...Don't!"
I bowed to Pei Ziyun again and again: "True monarch, I know that the court is sorry for you, but the emperor is a benevolent monarch. When he comes to the throne, he is busy until late at night, not greedy for women, and will cry when he smells disaster victims, true monarch. , Please spare the emperor... I am willing to die for him."
"...The minister is willing to die for the emperor." At this time, the ministers had to kneel down.
Pei Ziyun listened to her sorrowful cry and did not speak, but the emperor scolded: "What are you doing? I am the emperor. How can I beg for mercy?"
"Don't pass the edict yet?"
A **** with tears on his face, immediately stepped back, and came up again in a blink of an eye, holding a gold plate in both hands, on which were three imperial edicts, all of which were jade shafts and blue silk fabrics, burning under the lamp Give birth.
The color of the Daxu imperial edict is very particular. For the appointment and dismissal of the seventh grade and the equivalent, the pure white silk is used, the red silk is used for the five or lower edicts, the yellow silk is used for the five or higher grades, and the edict is used for the third grade and above. Qing silk, so you can see that it is not trivial at a glance.
According to the order, the **** took out an edict and read: "The emperor said: Zhening Zhenjun has the power to kill demons, and the power is rare in ancient and modern times. It is a special gift to the emperor."
Without waiting for thanks, he then took out an edict: "The edict said: The king of Chengshun County Pingluan has meritorious service, the King of Jinshun, Qin this."
Hearing this, the imperial concubine immediately slumped on the ground, holding the child tightly, and the Prince Chengshun immediately had a hunch. He only felt a "buzz" and a touch of blood came up, a kind of panic, uneasy, Excitement, excitement, and fortunately all kinds of heart-wounds.
"I finally made the right bet." The Prince Chengshun knelt on his knees and said: "I am the edict."
The three surrounding ministers clenched their fists, and saw the emperor panting, and the **** did not dare to delay, and hurriedly read the third imperial edict: "Since I became the throne, Liang De scorned and went to heaven. The spring comes. It looks like malaria but not malaria, and it’s hard to deal with the heat. Fortunately, the ancestors have blessed him. It is still comforting to pacify King Lu’s rebellion. Today the prince is young and the country is not safe. The writing is located in Shunwang, Qian here."
After reading the edict here, no matter how much the King Shun suppressed, he could not help but blush, and he repeatedly bowed: "Chen Feng Zhao."
The prime minister Zhang Yunke flushed when he saw Haijia and Shi Zhishan, so angry that sparks shot in his eyes, he sighed in his heart.
At this point, if the mediocre person may give in, but Pei Ziyun is not, so the emperor must "die" in order to preserve the Jiangshan community.
The dignified emperor being killed would greatly shake the emperor's power, so for the sake of the stability of the community, the emperor said in his edict-I have come into the spring, like malaria but not malaria, irritated and hot-it is a collapse.
And for this reason, the son can’t even succeed to the throne. Not only is the prince too young, but more importantly, the prince always grows up. Knowing that Pei Ziyun forced his father to kill, what should I do at that time? The change of Fengtian Gate?
Therefore, he had to pass the king of Shun.
This kind of intentions, when I think of it, the five internal organs are burnt, and the throat is full of blood, but he knows that the emperor is running out of time, and he can't make this intention to pay. Edict."
Haijia and Shi Zhishan have passed the wind long ago. Although they were full of anger, they still bowed down: "The minister waits for the edict."
This worship is a foregone conclusion. At this time, the emperor has blood flowing out of his mouth and nose, facing Pei Ziyun: "My son is young, so please take care of Daojun."
Pei Ziyun sighed long and nodded slowly.
Emperor Qitai once again called King Shun and said: "My brother should be Yao and Shun, and all the courtiers will be courteous."
Zhang Yunke, Haijia, and Shi Zhishan bowed down again, and when they raised their heads, Emperor Qitai was motionless.
"Your Majesty." The ministers wept bitterly and shouted loudly, but the Sri Lankan is dead and can no longer be restored. The most urgent task is to support the new emperor.
Zhang Yunke had opinions on King Shun in his heart, but for the sake of the Jiangshan community, he stepped forward and helped King Shun, who fell to the ground in grief, moved his chair and please sit down, saying, "The Emperor Daxing grants you a great treasure. Standing in front of the spirit-worship, that is, three kneelings and nine bows!"
"Long live..." The three ministers all bowed down. Although there are only three ministers, they are truly in position. They have to wait for the meeting to summon the ministers to perform the ceremony, but there is no accident in this matter. Pei Ziyun sighed and got up. : "This is Da Xu's family affair, so the Taoist will retire first."
Speaking, he retired.
Seeing Pei Ziyun going away, King Shun only felt that a big stone was removed, and he said: "The emperor's brother is working hard for Daxu Sheji, and I will sleep in the night. As the emperor, whenever I think about this, I want to be your majesty. Divide your worries. Now that your Majesty died of illness for the sake of Da Xu’s Jiangshan community, I should live up to the high hopes of your Majesty, and work together to make Da Xu for generations to come."
"The first task is to arrange the emperor's brother and queen's affairs, and other matters should be kept simple." At this point, King Shun burst into a hot and sour heart, and tears burst into his eyes: "I think, the top priority is to determine the posthumous name of the Emperor Daxing. I also have to decide on my reign, but it can be delayed."
"There is one more thing, that is, the son of the emperor's brother and noble concubine, you can decide the king of filial piety, and also promulgate it at home and abroad."
"These things are handled by the Prime Minister and the two."
Zhang Yunke, Haijia, and Shi Zhishan listened, and had to bow their heads and bow down. When the new emperor saw the minister withdraw, he stood dazedly, looking into the distance.
I saw the red walls, yellow tiles and eaves, all hidden in the mist and rain, dark and vague, invisible, and suddenly muttered: "Father, brother, look, I still have the great treasure."
Fengtian Gate
Stepping out, the ubiquitous suppression disappeared, Pei Ziyun exhaled a long breath.
"The winner is me in the end."
Actually, if he insisted, he might be seen as a flaw and hacked to death, but the court never saw it through.
Out of this door, the world truly belongs to me. The Taoist king has gone, the great ancestor has collapsed, even the Qitai Emperor who has just succeeded to the throne has passed away, and I am no longer afraid.
Thinking of this, Pei Ziyun said silently: "System."
A plum appeared in front of me quickly, and quickly zoomed in, it became a translucent data section, floating in the field of vision with a faint sense of light, and the data appeared in front of my eyes.
Earth fairy: the eighth floor (1.2%)
It's been six years since I came to this world~IndoMTL.com~ but it feels like decades have passed, and there are too many things to experience.
I walked all the way, it can be said that the steps are difficult. From the beginning, I was careful and tried my best to gain fame and fame. Then I became the understanding yuan and stood firm step by step. Until now, I can influence the rise and fall of the court and solve it more. The family’s safety issues.
"Three years, no more, no less."
"It's just plum, I still have a lot of doubts."
"I will talk about this doubt when I go back, but since it has only been three years, the Liujin Island is too close. Boluo Island is very good, and it does not even need to be granted by the court."
"The radius of the island is ten times that of Liujin Island, and the environment on the island is clean, rich in spices and bird's nests. The last communication stated that the indigenous people on the island have been conquered and demoted to slaves, and infrastructure construction has begun. "
"When I go back, I can move the population. Forgive me that the court will not intercept it."
"However, we still have to solve a major problem now."
"You want me to burn the jade that I fight with Dragon Qi? It really didn't happen!" Pei Ziyun showed a sneer, looked at one place, with blood.
Beijing
The incident in Fengtianmen, the shouting and killing did not spread, the bustling crowds flowed normally, all of them were still laughing, the arrogant Xu Taizu ended the troubled times, and the lives of the people gradually stabilized. Now the flow of people in Beijing is relatively compared to before. Not only has it doubled, the trading ships are also flowing day and night, and even the inns and hotels in the capital are much more than before.
At this moment, not far from Tianjie, a wine shop stands tall, and Zhu Yingqing is very decent. Juren who enter Beijing for exams often have banquets here.
Even at this moment, there are a dozen people sitting downstairs, some of them are judging people, shaking their heads and chanting poems and writing lyrics, while in the elegant seat upstairs, next to the window, a young man is lifting a drink. The chopsticks headed towards the palace explosion deer belly, but his face sank and his color changed slightly.