nyslfriends Chapter 1062: King Burial Ascends the Throne
Chapter 1062: King Burial Ascends the Throne
Chapter 1062: King Burial Ascends the Throne
It is rare for ordinary people to see someone usurping the throne and seizing power to gain the world, but it has been repeatedly recorded in history books. Generally speaking, even if the imperial seal is seized, there will be endless twists and turns. The dynasty is not a sect, it has laws. If you dare to subvert the laws, your throne will deviate from the orthodoxy and you will have endless troubles.
Therefore, even if the White Wolf ancestor of Li Chi's family obtained Oyu, he had to be gentle.
The first target of the appeasement policy is the ministers, and the second is the great scholars, because the former have power and the latter have the right to speak...
The King of Zang faced this group of ministers and the great scholars flying high in front of the Confucian Temple: "I was indeed a prince appointed by the imperial dynasty, but I would like to ask all the ministers and great scholars, was Dongfang Li, the founding emperor of the Dongfang family, also a prince appointed by the Jun family? If he can take over the Jun family's world, why can't the descendants of the Jun family take over his world?"
The people in the city were all stunned. This statement made a lot of sense. The reason is detailed in the previous annotation...
But the prime minister's beard and hair were flying: "Four hundred years ago, the Jun family acted perversely, engaged in war and aggression, and the people suffered. The dynasty was doomed, and the Dongfang family took over. This move was in accordance with the will of heaven. How can it be compared with today?"
This is the right answer!
Every dynasty has its destiny. When its destiny is over, it would be against the will of heaven if it does not perish, and it would be justified to destroy it.
King Zang sighed softly, "Four hundred years ago, the ancestors of the Jun family launched several wars, it is true, but do you know why they had to launch wars? It was because the land of Zangzhou was originally seized from the demons. This place was originally the front line of the battlefield. If you don't think about fighting, how can you protect the country? If you don't think about fighting, how can you protect the hundreds of millions of people in Zangzhou? And the Dongfang family really didn't think about fighting, but what was the result of not thinking about fighting? Zangzhou's pass was retreated 5,000 miles away. Zangzhou originally had thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, but now there are only 3,000 miles left. Zangzhou originally had 4 billion people, but now there are less than 200 million! This is the result of not thinking about fighting!"
The prime minister said, "For four hundred years, the dynasty has never stopped thinking about war. The late emperor integrated the way of cultivation and the way of literature to fight against the demon army, which led to the peace and stability of Zangzhou today. Now that the late emperor's body is still warm, you, the King of Zang, have taken the initiative to use swords and seize the throne without any bottom line. Where do you put the laws of the dynasty? Where do you put the wishes of the soldiers who fought on the battlefield for four hundred years? Where do you put the 180 million people of Zangzhou?"
He became more and more excited as he spoke.
The team of officials behind him was excited again.
Half of the city's people were also moved by his words...
The Burial King laughed loudly, his laughter covering the whole city: "Haha, the late emperor's body is still warm, you should also take a look at where this body came from! It was this rebellious son who killed the emperor! This son has no king or father, is lawless, and has no bottom line!"
The prime minister was furious: "You are slandering me!"
"That's right. They took the initiative to use force, killed the legitimate emperor, and dared to frame him. This is truly..."
The Burial King waved his hand fiercely: "This boy is not dead! I will ask the night watchman of the Confucian Temple to take action and use the Holy Way to cleanse the heart to ask him whether he killed the king or colluded with alien races or demons. I will see if I am slandering him!"
People all over the city focused their attention on the Confucian Temple.
On the top floor of the Burial Flower Pavilion, Zhuge Qingfeng suddenly broke out in a cold sweat...
Du Bing, who was sitting opposite him, had a completely changed expression: "This... this is what Lin Su is really targeting! He... he wants to find out who is behind this. What should we do?"
Zhuge Qingfeng's hair fluttered without wind, and his face turned pale: "Damn it!"
Two words, with endless coldness...
He colluded with the Fourth Prince to start a rebellion and used Li Daonian to make Yao Chi take the blame. His method was very clever because he calculated that the Temple would not stand up for Lin Su and would not interfere in the change of imperial power.
The new emperor has taken office and he is the one who makes the rules. With Yao Chi entering the water, Lin Su is bound to be overwhelmed. Who can see through the layers of fog and trace the most secret inside story?
However, Lin Su manipulated King Zang to directly subvert the imperial power and capture the Fourth Prince. He also had to cleanse his heart through the Holy Way. During this cleansing, all the behind-the-scenes would be revealed, Yao Chi would be cleared, a large number of alien races behind the Fourth Prince would be exposed, and he, Zhuge Qingfeng, would also be exposed!
This is Lin Su. With just one move, the offense and defense completely change.
Zhuge Qingfeng, the super genius of wisdom who was very good at it, was really panicked.
The people in the city were silent as the topic turned to the temple. They didn't know the temple's attitude.
Of course, there are also many people with eager eyes. They are the group of people who really want to see the temple stand.
The Burial King went from being a troublemaker in the beginning to being in control of the entire situation now. The city is filled with blood and corpses. They hope that the Temple will stand up and make a judgment on what happened today.
And above the Confucian Temple, the night watchman He Jingzhong's heart was like a raging wind...
God is my witness, he really did not participate in the case of the fourth prince's regicide. He didn't even know the cause, process, and result of this incident. However, he was a member of the Law Palace! The Law Palace and the Military Saint were in opposition. If the Military Saint and Lin Su were happy to see something happen, the Law Palace would not agree.
This is the consensus that all people in the Palace of Justice should have.
Therefore, facing the invitation from the Burial King, He Jingzhong did not respond at all...
Lin Su looked over and asked, "Is it inconvenient for Elder He to intervene?"
He Jingzhong said in a deep voice: "The Holy Temple does not interfere in the succession of imperial power. This has been repeated too many times today. Could it be that Lin Changxing still wants to interfere?"
Lin Su said: "Letting people speak a few truths doesn't count as interfering with the succession of imperial power, right?"
As soon as the voice fell, his brows suddenly lit up, and a beam of holy light fell at the feet of the Zang King, covering the fourth prince on the ground...
The Fourth Prince on the ground trembled and slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were dull...
The eyes of the people in the city were focused, and their hearts were beating fast.
In the restaurant, an old scholar stared at the Confucian Temple: "The temple really fulfilled King Zang's request..."
"Does this mean..." Another great scholar beside him only said six words and stopped abruptly...
Although he didn't finish his words, who wouldn't understand his meaning?
What he really wanted to say was: Does the Temple agree with King Burial?
Otherwise, why would he agree to his request? Did he really use the Holy Way to cleanse his heart?
The prime minister and his men stared at the Confucian Temple in shock. Their hearts suddenly felt empty...
Behind them, almost all the scholars were also dumbfounded...
They stood up, thinking that they had a righteous cause, and they had also captured King Zang and killed him. They knew that if King Zang really wanted to secure his throne, he would not destroy them directly.
King Zang was also worried that the Confucian Temple would take action.
Wenmiao did take action, but it was at the request of King Zang.
Even a blind person can see this position.
In this case, how could the literati team resist? Even the most majestic tower behind them raised the opponent's flag...
The King of Burial bowed deeply to the Confucian Temple and said, "Thank you, envoy!"
Then he turned to the fourth prince on the ground and said, "Dongfangge, tell me! Did you commit regicide?"
"Yes!"
As soon as the word "yes" came out, the whole city exploded...
With just this one word, the Fourth Prince would never have a chance of becoming emperor. An empire would never accept a person who killed the king and his father to succeed to the throne, because this was about the law and human ethics - someone who conspired to assassinate his father was worse than an animal and not worthy of being a human being, so how could he expect to be emperor?
"Tell me, how did you kill him?"
"I sent Yao Chi's abandoned disciple Li Daonian to kill him..."
The blame that was placed on Yao Chi's head was resolved with just one sentence.
"Who's behind you?"
"The one who gave me advice was Zhuge Qingfeng from the Poet Saint Family, and the ones who helped me were the Fire Clan, the Wing Clan, the Gold Clan, and the Stone Clan..."
The teacup in Zhuge Qingfeng's hand at the Burial Flower Pavilion shattered into pieces with a puff...
"Young Master, hurry up and leave!" Du Bing's voice came, as if coming from the depths of hell.
Zhuge Qingfeng slowly raised his head, his eyes were frantic for the first time in his life...
The problem of King Burial is not over yet...
"If you take the throne, what kind of reward will you give them?"
"The Fire Clan obtained Aiyang City and the land of Xingzhou behind it, the Wing Clan obtained the 72 valleys of Feilai Peak, the Stone Clan obtained the ancient land of Jinsha, and the Gold Clan obtained... the family of the Poet Saint obtained 321 literary positions in Zangzhou..."
The whole audience exploded instantly!
In a restaurant, an old scholar slammed the table and said, "Ridiculous!"
Another old scholar also slammed the table and stood up: "That's right! Because of their involvement in the regicide case, the twelve alien tribes actually divided up the land of the Burial State. They directly occupied half of the three thousand miles of land!"
"It's even more ridiculous that our country's culture and teachings have fallen into the hands of the poet's family!"
"What is this for? What is this for?"
"What's even more terrifying is that the Fire Clan occupied Aiyang City behind Guancheng, and the three hundred miles of Xingzhou surrounding Aiyang City all belonged to the Fire Clan. In this way, isn't Guancheng between the Demon Clan and the alien races? They have directly strangled Guancheng's throat. If the Fire Clan rebels, how can Guancheng be defended?"
"In my opinion, this is not an if! This is a necessity! The Fire Clan is originally a foreign race, and they have a long history of colluding with the Demon Clan. Once they occupy Aiyang City, why wouldn't they cause chaos behind the city gate? This is not the new emperor, this is a demon. If we allow him to succeed to the throne, my Zangzhou will become the Demon Realm in the blink of an eye!"
"The Dongfang family is the one who is doing the opposite!"
"That's right! Dongfang is not worthy of being king!"
"Support King Zang to ascend the throne!" The first call for ascension to the throne broke out in the restaurant.
The whole city was filled with support.
In front of the Buried King, the group of ministers were sweating all over their clothes. As soon as the Fourth Prince they supported opened his mouth under the Holy Dao, they felt a strong sense of crisis...
At this moment, Lin Su's eyebrows moved, and the light of the holy way covered their group.
Their consciousness was instantly blurred...
The King of Zang turned to the Prime Minister and said, "Prime Minister, tell me, what role did you play in this case of regicide and treason..."
The prime minister's eyes were dull, and he began to answer...
The capital was in complete silence...
In the capital, undercurrents surge...
The people of Beijing went from being surprised to being angry, and from being angry to being furious...
The literati went from being confused to being shocked, and then to being furious...
Who could have thought that today's enthronement would be so ironic?
The king killed the king and his brothers, and colluded with twelve foreign tribes...
The Prime Minister is in collusion with the demons and has always been the demons' spokesperson...
The Grand Secretary of Wenyuan Pavilion colluded with the Wing Clan. He has always been the spokesperson for the Wing Clan. Even his granddaughter married a member of the Wing Clan...
The Imperial Examination Hall and the Hanlin Academy are all the same!
The entire court was turned into a mess by the demons, alien races and monsters.
They appear glamorous in front of and behind people, but it's all an illusion. They are all spokesmen for various forces. This is the tradition of Zangzhou. People who have no connections with other forces cannot gain a foothold in the court.
Even the aristocratic families that had no power connections have been destroyed.
Almost all of the remaining great families and cultivation sects have connections with alien races, demons, or these spokesmen...
This is our burial state!
This is our home country which we thought was peaceful and stable!
The seeds of anger took root at this moment, turning into a wave that swept across the city...
"Your Majesty please ascend the throne!"
At the front of the Golden Palace, a scholar led the way, knelt down with a thump, and cried out loudly.
Hundreds of people knelt down beside him. It was like a domino effect. Starting from Qinglong Avenue, the wave of kneeling swept across the whole city, and half of the people knelt down.
If there had not been this interrogation, it would have been a long and drawn-out process for King Zang to gain the throne by winning over the hearts of the people. However, as the deepest secrets of this dynasty were revealed layer by layer, the entire capital was filled with anger.
Their anger is to completely overthrow this dynasty and to cast their votes for those who are against the dynasty!
The person who is on the opposite side of this dynasty is King Zang!
The Burial King looked around the whole city. His body seemed particularly tall and majestic at the moment. He spoke slowly, "I left the Burial District and entered the capital this time. I did not regard the throne as the highest position, but as a battlefield! I have three words for the world. First, after I ascend the throne, anyone who has an affair with aliens or demons will be eradicated. I will restore the integrity of the Burial State!"
"Good!" Thousands of people below shouted.
"Second, from today onwards, all foreigners are not allowed to enter our burial state without permission, otherwise they will be killed without mercy!"
"Good!" Ten thousand people below shouted in unison.
"Third, I intend to send troops out of the city and recover the 5,000 miles of territory lost to the Dongfang clan 500 years ago, so that I can return to the heyday of our ancestors!"
"Good!" Millions of people roared in unison, and the capital seemed to be completely torn apart by this roar...
In the Confucian Temple, He Jingzhong slowly raised his head.
A strand of white hair on his forehead danced lightly in the wind.
The bold words and loud roars outside seemed very far away when heard in the Confucian Temple, but the endless undercurrent still penetrated the isolation line of the Confucian Temple and surged into his heart.
"I have heard in the past that Lin Changxing can overthrow an entire country, but I have never seen it with my own eyes. Today..."
His voice stopped abruptly, because if he continued, it would probably be another dispute that would never be resolved, the dispute about whether Lin Su participated in the succession of imperial power.
From the looks of it, he had absolutely no involvement.
He watched the whole thing.
The only participation is to borrow a ray of holy light from the King of Burial to help him cleanse his mind through literature and Taoism.
But he had already defined this participation in advance: letting a few people speak the truth shouldn't be considered subverting the imperial power, right?
Theoretically, it doesn’t count. How can asking people to tell the truth be considered subverting imperial power?
But in fact, it was these few words of truth that subverted the imperial power.
Because those whose hearts have been cleansed by the Holy Word say things that cannot be spoken.
Also, this ray of holy light of the Way of Literature was emitted from the Confucian Temple, representing a special meaning that can only be understood but not expressed in words. God is my witness, the effect of this meaning is more powerful than the Sword of the God-Slaying in the hands of the Burial King, because it attacks the heart...
Only the night watchman He Jingzhong knew that this ray of holy light had nothing to do with the Confucian Temple.
It was this bastard who came to visit the Confucian Temple and forcibly tied up the Confucian Temple.
Many things are ridiculous, but after a few rounds of absurdity, they become reasonable results...
Lin Su smiled softly: "Goodbye!"
The next moment, he took a step forward, became invisible in the air, and landed in a room.
In the room, a woman was standing in front of the window. When she felt something strange behind her, she turned around.
Jiang Yun.
Jiang Yun's eyes were full of excitement: "Husband, it really worked!"
"Is your husband really that awesome?" Lin Su hugged her waist and smelled her breath, which was filled with a faint fragrance.
Jiang Yun stood on tiptoe and pressed her lips against his: "Needless to say? For my husband, overthrowing the imperial power of a country is as difficult as carrying me to bed."
Lin Su smiled: "Is this a hint? A hint for me to carry you to bed?"
Jiang Yun rolled his eyes at him and said, "You wicked husband, don't you see what time it is? It's broad daylight, and it's during the coronation ceremony of the Zang King..."
"It's broad daylight when I wave my hand and it becomes night. The coronation ceremony has reached this point and there is no need to pay attention to it." Lin Su waved his hand lightly, and the room really turned into night.
Jiang Yun was so surprised: "You really came..."
"Is this true? Let's take a nap and relax. We still have a lot of things to do..."
If it weren't for the second half of the sentence, Jiang Yun would definitely not agree. However, with so many things to do, how could she go against her husband's wishes?
So, Jiang Yun was captured by him in broad daylight...
After succeeding, she panted for a long time in his arms, and finally spoke: "Before you came into the house, I contacted grandpa, and the people he sent out didn't find Zhuge Qingfeng."
“It’s better if you don’t find it!”
Jiang Yun's eyes widened, staring at him blankly: "Why... it's better not to find it?"
"There is a saying in the world: The monk can escape, but the temple cannot. My dear, have you ever thought that what I want is not Zhuge Qingfeng at all, but the temple behind him?"
Jiang Yun gently uttered four words: "Poet Saint Saint Family! Is that so?"
Lin Su kissed her lips gently: "Remove two words!"
"Remove two words... Oh my God... Husband, you you..." Jiang Yun suddenly jumped up, her chest heaving violently, and she couldn't utter a word.
If you remove two of the four words "Poet Saint" (Sage of Poetry and Saint Family), which two should you remove?
The Holy Poet's family is already a behemoth in the secular world, comparable to an imperial dynasty. If Lin points his spearhead directly at this Holy Family, his ambition will be earth-shaking.
But if you remove those two words, it becomes even more unimaginable.
His target was...the poet saint!
"Don't worry, this is a game of chess!" Lin Su said, "Zhuge Qingfeng spent a year playing the first half of the game. Now it's my turn for the second half!"
"Where do you want to play?"
"The next step, naturally, is to go to the home of the Sage Poet."
"When will we set off?"
"Now!" Lin Su said, "So baby, I really don't have to be horny in broad daylight. The most important thing is that you and I may not be able to meet again for a while, so I'm saying goodbye to you in your favorite way..."
His lips touched and rubbed Jiang Yun's lips, and his hand went down to pinch something and rubbed it, but it disappeared...
Jiang Yun wanted to refute him and said that he didn't like this method, but the little scoundrel had already slipped away...
Outside the window, the King of Zang, who had returned from offering sacrifices to heaven, arrived outside the Confucian Temple. He was still walking on the red carpet set up by the Fourth Prince's Dongfang Pavilion and was sitting in the sedan chair that the new emperor had just sat in. The red lanterns hanging on the city walls along the way and on the streets were all set up by the Fourth Prince.
Just like Lin Su said, as for the coronation ceremony, neither you nor I are familiar with the process, but it doesn’t matter, the Fourth Prince is familiar with it, and so are the senior officials in the court. Let them set up the stage, and then we can use his big pot to cook our own plain noodles, which saves us a lot of trouble and effort.
If the Fourth Prince heard this, he would probably be so angry that he died.
In fact, even if he didn't hear these words, the Fourth Prince still spat out a mouthful of blood into the sky while sitting in the prison car and watching all this with his own eyes...
Yes, this is where it is different from the previous coronation ceremonies. When King Zang ascended the throne, there was a team that was particularly conspicuous. It was a special viewing group headed by the Fourth Prince and assisted by more than 300 court officials. They were in the prison car, witnessing King Zang's enthronement.
The King of Burial is exactly the same as before.
Entering from Xuanwu Gate, passing by the avenues ahead, the corpses on the avenues have been moved away, and the blood has been washed away by the water rules throughout the city, making it cleaner than before.
A gentle breeze blew, seeming to completely eliminate the thrill just now.
Arrived at the Confucian Temple.
The accident still happened.
The night watchman at the Confucian Temple did not show up.
The Zang King looked at the Confucian Temple for a long time, his eyes slowly narrowed...
The night watchman He Jingzhong also watched him quietly on the third floor...
Everyone around was stunned...
Wasn't the Confucian Temple quite supportive of the Zang King just now? Why did it drop the ball now?
The Burial King smiled softly: "The first stick of incense is to pay respect to the heavens!"
With a slight wave of his hand, a stick of incense was inserted into the table. The solid white jade table was directly penetrated by the incense.
"The second stick of incense, to the earth!"
This incense stick was placed on the jade table again.
"The third stick of incense, respect!"
The third incense stick passed through the white jade incense table in front of him.
The incense table was covered with cracks. The night watchman He Jingzhong looked down from above and his pupils suddenly contracted.
Because the cracks on the incense table form four words: Take care of yourself!
This crack is invisible when looking straight ahead.
The people in the city cannot see it.
If there is only one person who can see it, it is He Jingzhong!
The Burial King squinted his eyes and gave him a look that was icy cold.
Three incense sticks were placed on the incense table, but not in the incense burner, but directly on the chopping board.
The cracks that form are a warning!
He Jingzhong's face turned dark, but his anger did not turn into action.
Because he knew who the King of Zang was.
The King of Burial is different from all the previous emperors. He is essentially the leader of a sect. He has been cultivating in the burial area for hundreds of years and acts truly unscrupulously. If you annoy him, he might really destroy the Confucian Temple directly.
If any other emperor dared to destroy the Confucian Temple, he would be seeking death.
But does he care?
He has already said that his purpose in becoming emperor was not to become an emperor, but to participate in the war.
Since he is joining the war, he dares to draw his God-Slaying Sword against any enemy.
The worst thing is that the overall layout of the temple has changed a bit.
The military strategist school has recruited several saints. They really have the confidence to overturn the table. If he, a night watchman, clashes with the Burial King, it is hard to say what the result will be...
The King of Burial waved his hand gently: "The ceremony is over! Return to the palace!"
As soon as these four words fell, he loaded his fat body onto the sedan chair and officially returned to the palace.
This time, the Imperial Palace and the land of Zangzhou were in turmoil...
(End of this chapter)