Dafeng Night Watchman

Chapter 647 - 647: Becoming Emperor

"Master Xie, I haven't seen you for a while."

Yang Chuannan held the knife with his right hand, stood outside the fence with his back straight, and said in a mellow voice:

"This winter is particularly hard to bear. I thought Master Xie would die in prison, but I didn't expect you to survive."

Xie Lu moved his head, looked at Yang Chuannan outside the fence through his messy hair, and said in a hoarse voice:

"What are you doing here, to persuade me to surrender to the rebels?"

Yang Chuannan nodded: "This is your only way out. Don't expect the court to save you. A dignified governor has been imprisoned for half a year, and no one cares about him. Master Xie is smart. A wise man should know what this means. "

Xie Lu said slowly:

"Yunzhou has been out of the control of the court. If I guessed correctly, the Yunzhou officialdom was already under your control before I took office."

Yang Chuannan smiled and said:

"It's not under my control, but under the control of the city lord. Since I became the governor of Yunzhou, I have been secretly cultivating my party and supporting my confidants. It was not until a year ago that the Wushen Cult led by Song Changfu was eradicated that I completely controlled the Yunzhou officialdom.

"Now the entire Yunzhou is under our control, including your life. "

The gentry, local prominent families, and scholar-officials of Yunzhou have all surrendered to Qianlong City.

Some of them surrendered voluntarily without choice, and some were secretly supported by Qianlong City..

The entire Yunzhou, covering thousands of miles, was able to quickly escape from the control of the Dafeng court in a short period of time. This shows the foundation of Qianlong City's hundreds of years of operation.

"Sir Xie is a Jinshi in two lists, and has a good reputation as an official. Qianlong City needs talents like you. Sir Xie, good birds choose trees to live in, and good ministers choose masters to serve."

Yang Chuannan advised earnestly: "Qianlong City is your destination for showing your talents."

Xie Lu smiled and said: "What a pity."

"What a pity?"

"It's a pity that this seven-foot body can only pick up a pen and can't kill people after reading a belly full of sage books. It is said that a scholar is useless. I don't want to admit it, but it is true at the moment. "Xie Lu said with regret.

Yang Chuannan's face was slightly cold, and he said:

"It's not easy to study hard for ten years. Sir Xie can come to this position today with a humble background. Can you really bear to see most of your life's hard work go to waste in one day?"

"I can't bear it," Xie Lu leaned against the cold wall, and once again looked up at the sunlight shining through the pores, and murmured in a hoarse voice:

"But I am more afraid that I will be despised by future generations thousands of years later. Mr. Yang, do you know who I admire most?"

Yang Chuannan looked at him coldly.

"It was Zheng Xinghuai, the governor of Chuzhou. He made the scholars in the world understand what "sacrifice one's life for justice" means. "

Xie Lu sneered: "Forget it, what can I say to a person like you."

Yang Chuannan nodded:

"In that case, I won't waste any more words. Sir Xie got what he wanted. "

He drew out his sword and cut the chain.

Bang!

The prison door was kicked open, Yang Chuannan stepped forward, thrust the iron sword in his hand forward, and pierced Xie Lu's chest with the tip of the sword, nailing him to the wall behind him.

Xie Lu held the blade with both hands and struggled painfully for a few times.

His hands were stained with warm blood, and his life was quickly lost with the blood.

Yang Chuannan sneered:

"I forgot to give Lord Xie time to write a suicide note. If you have anything to say before you die, just speak up, otherwise you will never have the chance. "

Xie Lu had nothing to say, but he recalled the days when he was young and studied hard.

At that time, the Battle of Shanhaiguan had not yet started, and the late emperor had not yet practiced Taoism. Dafeng had good weather and good harvests, and the country was peaceful and the people were safe.

However, since the Battle of Shanhaiguan, everything has changed. Dafeng's national strength has been weakening, and there have been disasters every year, and they have been getting worse year by year.

Xie Lu is a person who has experienced a peaceful and prosperous era. He has seen this country gradually weaken and become old.

Like many scholars, he worked hard and hoped to save this country and bring it back to its peak.

But he couldn't do it because he was going to die.

At the end of his life, Xie Lu said sternly:

"Someone will avenge me. You traitors will die without a burial place. "

He stared at Yang Chuannan and laughed wantonly.

The laughter stopped at its highest point.

......

Yunzhou City, the Commander-in-Chief's Mansion.

Yang Chuannan returned to the mansion and strode to the study. He pushed open the door and saw Ji Xuan flipping through the memorials.

"Young Master! The coronation ceremony is about to begin, why are you still here?"

Yang Chuannan frowned repeatedly.

"The number of refugees gathered is less than 10,000, which is far from the expected number." Ji Xuan put down the memorial and asked:

"What's going on?"

Yang Chuannan smiled bitterly and said, "Yang Gong blocked the border of Qingzhou, and the refugees could not come. Unless they crossed the mountains and ridges, or went around to the neighboring states, they could not reach our Yunzhou. This Yang Gong is not easy to deal with."

Ji Xuan nodded.

Yang Chuannan urged again, "In half an hour, it will be your Majesty's coronation ceremony. As the prince, you cannot be absent. "

Ji Xuan shook his head: "I will not be present at the coronation ceremony, I have my own place to go."

Qianlong City is a "hiding place" during the dormant period. Now that my father is going to ascend the throne and become emperor, it is natural to make it public. The coronation ceremony will be held in the Baidi Temple, the central area of ​​Yunzhou City.

Ji Xuan asked: "Is Xie Lu willing to surrender?"

Yang Chuannan shook his head: "I have already killed him."

"Killing him is fine."

Ji Xuan said in a casual tone: "Scholars are most afraid of losing their integrity in their later years, which is also a kind of fulfillment. "

........

Baidi Temple.

Today, all the officials of Yunzhou City gathered in Baidi Temple, including officials of Qianlong City. The dark figures stood in the square, with civil officials on the left and officials on the right. They were arranged in an orderly manner.

Amid the ensemble of drums and music, a middle-aged man wearing a bright yellow dragon robe and a flat crown slowly stepped out of Baidi Temple.

Generally speaking, the ascension of the crown prince is a major national event, with complicated ceremonies, especially the replacement of the old and new emperors, which is often accompanied by funerals, so only whips are blown, no music is played.

The new emperor also has to wear mourning clothes, kneel three times and kowtow nine times in front of the spirit of the previous emperor, and perform sacrificial ceremonies in the ancestral temple, etc.

However, these are not applicable to the current situation, so they are omitted.

The yellow-robed emperor led the civil and military After the officials offered sacrifices to the heaven, he stood on the high platform in front of the Baidi Temple, overlooking the officials with a majestic aura.

A white-robed sorcerer from the Sitianjian stood at the side and below, facing the officials, unfolded the imperial edict in his hand, and said aloud:

"Since Wuzong's rebellion, our ancestors have lived in seclusion in the mountains, endured humiliation and burdens, and have passed down from generation to generation. I dare not forget the teachings of my ancestors for a moment, and I must work hard to govern and regain the country...

"Now the court of Dafeng is corrupt and the new emperor is incompetent, so that the people are living in misery and grief. As a descendant of the Ji family and the orthodox royal family, I am heartbroken and should make a call to turn the tide...

"I will now proclaim myself emperor in Yunzhou and take the name of the country as "Guangfu". I hope you will loyally assist me and work together for hegemony.

"When a country chooses a crown prince, it is customary to follow the eldest son. This is the foundation of the world. My son, Ji Xuan, is both civil and military, and is chosen by heaven. He is the crown prince and the rightful seat of the East Palace."

After reading, the white-robed sorcerer took the imperial edict and stood silently aside.

All the civil and military officials knelt down and shouted "Long live your majesty".

The Yufeng Boat floated quietly above Yunzhou City.

Ji Xuan stood by the side of the boat, listening to the thunderous cheers below. Even in the sky, he could hear them clearly.

The people of Yunzhou City gathered in the streets and alleys outside the Baidi Temple to watch the ceremony.

For them, it didn't matter who was the emperor. What the people cared about was always "food and clothing". My father just reduced taxes for three years, and he easily won over the people of Yunzhou.

"If you don't promote to extraordinary now, when will you?"

A gentle voice suddenly sounded, and a clear light rose. Xu Pingfeng in white appeared in the Yufeng Boat.

"Just waiting for the national master!"

Ji Xuan smiled.

Xu Pingfeng nodded slightly, raised his hand, and grabbed at the air.

The scattered dragon qi roared silently, and was unwillingly absorbed into his palm.

He flicked his finger again, and more than a dozen dragon qi rushed into Ji Xuan's body.

There seemed to be a golden dragon shadow wandering in his eyes, emitting brilliant golden light.

Xu Pingfeng then flicked out two more invisible and intangible luck, which merged into Ji Xuan's body.

This is the luck of the two Vajra Du Nan and Du Fan. He used the means of a second-grade Qigong master to turn these two lucks into his own use.

Of course, personal luck cannot be compared with national luck. Ji Xuan could not have sucked the blood pill and promoted to the third grade just by relying on three prongs.

That's why he was canonized just now.

The prince of Yunzhou is naturally blessed with luck.

Although this luck is far from being comparable to Xu Qian'an, who carries half of Dafeng's national luck.

"I can only let the dragon energy stay in your body for a quarter of an hour, so you can quickly advance." Xu Pingfeng said.

Even as a second-grade sorcerer, he can hardly knead the dragon energy, and can only exert influence, and the time is limited.

Ji Xuan took out the box from his arms, opened it with a "pop", and a ray of pure blood light reflected in his pupils.

A huge breath of life filled the Yufeng Boat.

Ji Xuan's hands trembled slightly uncontrollably, and he heard the sound of his heart beating wildly in his chest.

There will only be two outcomes for this blood pill to enter the stomach, either becoming a supernatural warrior and joining the top ranks of the Jiuzhou Continent. Or die and turn into ashes.

The national teacher said that even with the dragon energy, the luck of the two Vajra, and the luck of being the prince, the probability of successfully refining the blood pill is still less than 50%.

It's time to gamble your life... Ji Xuan held the blood pill and closed his eyes.

What flashed through his mind were the twenty years of enduring humiliation, the forbearance of practicing hard in private, and the expectations that Taoist Master Jiao Ye had for him before his death.

Gurgle~

The blood pill turned into a boiling hot stream and rushed into his stomach.

Ji Xuan's skin turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye. He hugged his stomach in pain and curled up on the deck.

Pain, heart-wrenching pain...

The pain that exceeded the limit of human ability overwhelmed him, and in just a moment, he lost most of his consciousness.

"Hehe..."

Blood flowed from Ji Xuan's mouth, and blood also seeped out of his eye sockets, nose, and ears.

The skin cracked over a large area, and the flesh was torn from the inside out.

If this continues, the collapse of the body will be unstoppable.

Xu Pingfeng watched indifferently.

"Am I going to die? Is this death? My body has collapsed, my organs are damaged, and my vitality is rapidly extinguished. Why doesn't the national teacher save me..."

In a daze, Ji Xuan's remaining will was still thinking. He wanted to ask for help, but he couldn't make a sound.

Because his vocal cords were also destroyed.

The power of the blood pill was too overbearing, and the mortal body could not bear it at all.

"It's hard to imagine how Xu Qi'an survived... Yes, he can survive, why can't I?"

The moment this thought emerged, Ji Xuan's obsession could no longer be calmed.

Xu Qi'an can do it, why can't I?

Are you willing to die like this?

Are you willing to watch him shine?

Are you willing to let your future kingship be in vain?

"Hey, hey, hey..."

He let out a meaningless roar, as if it was a roar of anger and unwillingness.

A large amount of blood flowed from his eyes, and his eyeballs had melted.

Ji Xuan did not see the golden dragon shadows entwining his body, nor did he see that his collapsed body showed signs of healing.

Flesh and blood collapsed, healed, collapsed, healed...... in a cycle.

After an unknown amount of time, Ji Xuan's consciousness, which was on the verge of collapse, gradually recovered, and his mind became clear.

In his ears, he heard the laughing voice of the national teacher:

"Congratulations on entering the extraordinary realm."

Ji Xuan opened his eyes and saw the light again.

The dawn of a new life!

........

Southern Xinjiang, Tian Gu Tribe.

Tian Gu Granny walked out of the house with a patio, stepped onto the roof, and looked at the sky.

"The Purple Star of Emperor Wei is moving, and the struggle for orthodoxy in the Central Plains has begun. Old man, everything you predicted has come true. The Gu God is not far from reviving..."

Grandma Tian Gu sighed, was silent for a moment, and murmured to herself:

"The chaos is coming, who will be the gatekeeper?"

.......

Jingshan City.

On the barren ridge, Saren Agu held a lamb and looked southwest.

Because of the battle, the mountains around Jingshan City were drained of their spiritual energy and turned into a wasteland.

Although Jingshan City has been rebuilt, it is no longer suitable for living.

"Wei Yuan, the breath you have continued for the Central Plains is about to end."

Saren Agu pulled out a new sheep whip hanging from his waist and tapped it gently at his feet.

The next moment, a figure came in response to the call.

It was Irbu.

"Two things, send the Xuanming Gold Stone to Xu Qian'an; gather refugees in Dafeng and bring them back to fill the population of the three kingdoms of Jing, Kang and Yan."

Alun Agu ordered.

"Yes!"

Yilbu bowed and promised, and flew away.

......

In the first year of Yongxing, at the end of November, the descendants of the Ji family proclaimed themselves emperors in Yunzhou, and the country was named "Fuxing". Yunzhou officially separated from Dafeng.

Further pushed the dynasty into the abyss of destruction.

When Xu Qian'an received Huaiqing's letter and learned about this, he was already at the border between Nanjiang and Dafeng.