Super Dimensional Martial Immortal

  Chapter 439 Enthronement

  Zhili · Imperial Capital

  With the lifting of the Bing Dao killing formation, the heart of the empire, which had been blocked for more than a month, was once again exposed to the eyes of the world.

  However, the news that followed caused the world to be in an uproar.

   "[Zhen Guogong] killed all the officials in the court?"

   "Thousands of people were killed, nearly 100,000 were beheaded, and more than a million people were implicated?"

   "Impossible, the new emperor is not crazy, how could [Duke Zhen Guo] let himself destroy the Great Wall?!"

   "What? Is it for torture? Those who can't pay are all tortured to death?"

   "[Shenwu Army] plundered the people, and the imperial capital is in ruins?!"

   "The sky has no eyes! How could this kind of tyrant steal the artifact?!"

  ………

  The dissemination of public opinion was distorted and disturbed by some mysterious force, and the taste soon changed.

   Originally expected the central court to stand up and reorganize the country, but many people were completely disappointed with the new emperor when they heard such a **** and brutal massacre, and even began to believe the rumors that the tyrant killed his father and usurped the throne.

  To be able to carry out such a frenzied massacre, the new emperor must be a cold-blooded and ruthless poisonous woman. All the gentleness, courtesy and frugality before were all pretended!

   Compared with the anger and disappointment of ordinary people, the ruling class who knows more real information feels fear from the bottom of their hearts.

  【Prince Zhen Guo】...the empress... really didn't give them a chance to survive!

   Not only want their land, their money, but also their lives!

  There's no reason to hesitate, it's the other way around!

  For a while, the various forces that were still wavering on the sidelines gave up their illusions, completely broke with the central government, and even publicly raised the flag of opposition!

   And hearing rumors about him from the outside world in the imperial capital, Zhao Yinshun suddenly realized.

   "Sit up in shock while dying, the Chuang King is actually myself!"

   "What is King Chuang? Do you want a king?"

  Shocked for a moment, Zhao Yinshun gradually calmed down the agitation in his heart, and turned over on his senior sister's plump and soft thigh.

   "No, not interested."

  Looking at his junior in a strange way, Li Min smoothed his messy hair, and turned his attention back to government affairs.

   "Have you read the secret report from Shen Li?"

   "Look."

   "Fusang supported the puppet emperor to ascend the throne. This is to completely break the ownership relationship between Shen Li and Da Min, and intends to completely annex it..."

  Hearing the senior sister's faint sigh, Zhao Yinshun nodded helplessly.

  Theoretically, as long as the central imperial court of Damin did not sign the terms of the defeat, the war would not end, and Fusang would not be able to reap the national fortune and symbolism.

  But to prop up a puppet to proclaim the emperor is to break the tributary relationship in fact, which can provide massive feedback for the "emperor" of Fusang.

  At the same time, it can also severely hit the destiny of the Central Empire...

  Of course, for Damin whose homeland is falling apart, this operation can only be said to be less harmful, but extremely insulting!

  The real purpose of Fusang is actually to facilitate the annexation...

  You must know that although Shen Li is now occupied by the whole territory, [National Grid] has not "dead" on the conceptual and symbolic level.

  Even if the suzerain country gives full support, it is not impossible to survive for hundreds of years.

  During this process, if the emperor of Fusang wanted to spread the [border] to Shenli's mainland, it would be extremely difficult to refine every inch of land.

  However, if there is a two devil government that cooperates with the aggressor's refinement and annexation, the effect will be different.

   Maybe within a few years, Emperor Fuso's imperial domain can completely cover the entire Shenli and annex it completely!

  This puppet government can not only cut off the possible interference of Damin from the conceptual level, cooperate with the erosion of Fusang, but also suppress the resistance internally. It can be said that it kills birds with one stone!

  Thinking of this, Zhao Yinshun began to worry about Cui Eunxian who stayed in Shenli to organize the guerrillas.

   I heard that they have made the people of Fusang miserable, and they will do everything they can to encircle and suppress them, even adopting the Sanguang policy.

   And when the puppet emperor ascends the throne, the living environment of the guerrillas in the enemy's rear will be extremely deteriorated, and they may be uprooted at any time!

   "Sigh... Shen Liliu's backhand can only withdraw to the country temporarily, senior sister, how are you going to deal with it?"

  Hearing this, Li Min asked meaningfully.

   "I heard that you have a subordinate who has great prestige in Shen Li's folks, and also has royal blood?"

  In an instant, Zhao Yinshun understood the plan of the senior sister, and rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

   "It's okay, but... Sister, with your current strength, can you fight against Emperor Fuso in the air?"

   "You don't need to win, you just need to slow down his digestion. Otherwise, when he integrates Shen Li and frees up his hands, it may pose a threat to our conquest to regain the country."

They don't even need to actually send troops. As long as Fusang and Dajin unite and station an army of tens of millions on the northern border, the feeling of thorns on their backs is enough to cause headaches, and at least millions of Damin troops will be involved. Beware of them!

   After sorting out his thoughts, Zhao Yinshun couldn't help but nodded slightly.

In a short period of time, my energy must be focused on the country. At least a few states in the Central Plains will be considered before conquest. It is indeed a good move to hold them back at the conceptual level. The only problem is the pressure on the senior sister. too big.

   Internally, we must suppress rebellion and independence, reconcile Yin and Yang and the five elements, sort out the earth, water, fire and wind, and externally, we must fight against the emperors of Fusang and Jin!

  It would be fine if she inherited the complete 【Emperor】Sage in its heyday, but what she inherited was just a disintegrated mess.

  The stealer broke the soil and claimed the king, and usurped and divided the power of the 【Emperor】.

  Even after ascending the throne, she may be a little stronger than ordinary ninth-rank emperors, and she is completely unable to be on the same level as the Central Destiny Lord in the peak period.

  Of course, as the country recovers bit by bit, her strength will gradually become stronger, and sooner or later she will be able to return to the ninth-order peak.

  Thinking of this, Zhao Yinshun couldn't help sighing in his heart how powerful the 【Emperor】was.

  I collapsed to the ground, and the shattered authority alone gave birth to more than a dozen "sages" who ascended the throne and proclaimed themselves emperors, and nearly a hundred eighth-rank princes!

   You must know that the power of these people is all stolen from the [Emperor] personality!

  Even if he declines to the extreme, the senior sister of the main heir is a little better than the average ninth rank!

   Rounding up, one [Emperor] is equivalent to dozens of ordinary saints?

   No wonder He is universally recognized as the Holy of All Saints.

  Before a certain pervert starts the [Capital Era], no one in the [Feudal Era] can compete with him.

   Pity... times have changed...

   [Emperor] has withdrawn from the version, and now it is no longer a competition at the national level, but a competition at the [civilization] level!

   Breathing a sigh of relief, Zhao Yinshun gently rubbed on the soft thigh of the senior sister.

   "Senior sister, the enthronement ceremony is ready."

  Feeling the delicate body on the pillow stiffen slightly, but soon relaxed again, Li Min's calm whisper came from Zhao Yinshun's ear.

   "I'm ready too."

  ……………

   "In the ninety-seventh year of Da'an, Emperor Min Ai died, and the eldest daughter of the emperor, Li Min, ascended the throne, changed the Yuan [China], and amnesty the world..."

  The exquisite wolf hair slides slowly on the paper, and the deep and thick divinity permeates the back of the paper, engraving the words into the long river of time and turning it into a [history].

  The white-haired and loose-looking official historian sketched devoutly one stroke at a time. In just a few words, they seemed as heavy as Mount Tai, and a layer of fine sweat quickly appeared on his forehead.

  Hoo~

   After an unknown amount of time, Situ Jing put down the pen in his hand and let out a long sigh of relief.

  Even if it is an eighth-rank sub-sage historian, recording a piece of [history] exhausted his energy.

   Putting away the books that had turned into [Tao Object] on the table, Situ Jing carefully sent it to a new row of bookshelves behind him, then turned and looked out the window at the deep palace.

  The Forbidden City, which has been inhabited for hundreds of years, is becoming more and more unfamiliar now, just like the empire in this chaotic world, I don’t know whether it is good or bad...

  Looking far away, Situ Jing secretly shook his head in his heart.

  However, at this moment, a cold voice rang in the ears.

   "Mr. Situ, can the late emperor's posthumous title really not be changed?"

  Suddenly looking back, a young man dressed in white clothes and snow came, his handsome and unparalleled face seemed to be an exiled fairy who came out of a poem and painting, and it was fascinating to look at.

   Breathing stagnantly, Situ Jing bowed respectfully.

   "I've seen 【Zhen Guogong】."

   "Mr. Situ doesn't need to be polite."

  Slender and fair fingers supported Situ Jing, looking at the young man who was so close, Situ Jing had mixed feelings in his heart.

   Are you a fierce **** who destroys the world, or a **** who saves the world?

  After thousands of years, how will history record your great achievements?

  However, not aware of Situ Jing's complex psychology, Zhao Yinshun repeated his question.

   "Mr. Situ, can the late emperor's posthumous title really not be changed?"

   Early loneliness and short breaks are called mourning; respectful benevolence and short breaks are called mourning;

  Ai is a posthumous title for lamenting misfortune and sympathy. It is really not a good conclusion for the emperor.

  Zhao Yinshun himself felt that there was nothing wrong with it, but he couldn't bear to see the scene of the senior sister secretly crying, so he could only quietly come to "communicate" with Situ Jing.

   "Report to 【Zhen Guogong】, this is already the best posthumous title we can choose."

  Hearing the boy's question, Situ Jing firmly shook his head.

  With the current situation of the empire falling apart, the posthumous title of the king of subjugation is already in the face of the new emperor.

   "Besides, this matter has been engraved in [History], and the conclusion has been reached, and no one can change it."

  Hearing Situ Jing's resolute answer, Zhao Yinshun let out a long and helpless sigh.

   "In that case, then disturb Mr. Situ."

  Holding his hands in salute, the young man in white left politely, watching his elegant and graceful back, Situ Jing narrowed his eyes in surprise.

  The first close contact, 【Zhen Guogong】 is more gentle than he imagined, not at all like a peerless murderer who just slaughtered the imperial capital to a river of blood.

  Just judging from the brief contact just now, Situ Jing would even think that he is a rich man with no power to restrain himself.

  This contradiction between the appearance and the interior made Situ Jing not only feel a little curiosity in his heart.

  Thinking of this, he returned to the bookshelf behind him, took out a thick book, and read the first page carefully.

   "Yin Shun is from Lanzhou. He is good at force, and he is the king of Liuyin. The ninety-first year of Da'an..."

  However, just as Situ Jing was looking back on the long river of history, Zhao Yinshun came to the imperial study room, and seeing the elder sister who had recovered calm and handled government affairs in an orderly manner, he couldn't help but went up and patted her head.

   "Huh? What's wrong?"

  Feeling his junior brother's gentle touch, Li Min looked at him strangely.

   "It's okay, I just want to pet the dog."

   After a pause, Li Min put down the brush in his hand, grabbed Zhao Yinshun's hand from his head and put it to his mouth.

   "Hiss~"

   Zhao Yinshun, who stroked the dog's head and smiled without saying a word, suddenly changed his complexion, and his temples throbbed with pain from being bitten.

   "Dog Emperor! You are gnawing on people again! Eat my paw!"

   During the crisis, a little white cat jumped out to save Zhao Yinshun from fire and water.

  However, Li Min, who has inherited the status of [Emperor], has greatly increased in strength, and he hit Su Ling with a backhand, screaming and cat hair flying all over the sky.

   "Aww, brother, save me!"

  After the flash fight, the little white cat that had lost a few tufts of hair hid behind Zhao Yinshun's neck, and breathed fiercely and cowardly at Li Min.

   "Ha~~~Junior Brother, help me hold down her hands and feet, I'll scratch her face!"

   "You and my sister and brother are of the same heart, and their profits cut through gold. Let this dog emperor look good today!"

  Zhao Yinshun: "..."

  You can shut up!

   Didn't you see that the elder sister is already grinding her teeth? !

  Holding the kitten into his arms, Zhao Yinshun greeted Li Min with a dry smile.

   "Senior sister, you are busy, I will go first."

   Clutching the little white cat's mouth, he turned around and left. Li Min watched their backs, his sullen expression gradually dissipated, and a gentle smile appeared from the corners of his eyes.

   On the other side, escaped from the range of the imperial study room, the little white cat broke free from Zhao Yinshun's shackles and yelled disobediently.

   "What are you afraid of? You and I are joining forces now, the dog emperor is definitely not an opponent!"

   "I'm afraid of being bitten by a dog."

   "I'm afraid too!"

   "Then you still call?"

   "Why can't I bark when you are bitten?"

   "??!"

   "I can get behind her and scratch her **** while you're being bitten!"

   "You are really my senior sister!"

   Laughing grimly, Zhao Yinshun poked the little white cat's forehead wildly with a finger, making her meow.

  After slapping the cat hard, Zhao Yinshun let Su Lingyi go, letting her run away without a trace.

   After relaxing, Zhao Yinshun had a thought, and jumped through time and space to a vast and boundless martial arts arena.

  On the martial arts arena that could not be seen as far as the eye could see, thousands of figures were sitting or lying down, emitting powerful spiritual energy fluctuations with every movement of their hands and feet.

   "See Your Majesty!"

  Sensing Zhao Yinshun's arrival, thousands of people quickly stopped their activities and clasped their fists in a uniform salute.

  Among the crowd, a few figures who were full of aura were the most eye-catching.

   "No need to be polite, let's continue."

  Waving his hand, Zhao Yinshun came to the crowd with a stride, his deep eyes swept towards Yuan Ting and Yue Zhi's people.

   "Brother Michen, how do you feel?"

  More than three meters tall, the burly man who looked like a diamond let out a long sigh, sighing with emotion.

   "It's too strong, even with my foundation, I can't fully release its potential."

  Hearing this, Qu Yangshuo who was next to him shook his head and retorted.

   "Senior Brother Michen is too modest, your progress is so fast, you are faster than us."

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