"Your Majesty, your Majesty, it's already very late. Tonight, let's... serve you and rest together."
Zhao Lingrui said, seemingly a little embarrassed to speak.
Come to think of it, if it weren't for the fact that she had lost the guessing game with Yi Qiuyue, Jiang Yueling, and Zhang Chunhua before, she would never have said such bold and explicit words...
"Um."
Yan Wulu nodded slightly and agreed.
"Then I'll trouble you."
Yan Wulu agreed directly.
Maybe he suddenly had a brain short-circuit.
Isn't the service he was thinking about just taking off his clothes and then sleeping on his own?
"I'm a little tired. I'll close my eyes and rest for a while."
Yan Wulu said, then he closed his eyes slightly and leaned on the long desk.
Seeing this, Yi Qiuyue immediately spoke and said -
"Your Majesty, Qiuyue can help you put out a few candles. Your Majesty has never been able to sleep in too bright a place..."
Yi Qiuyue said, and was about to make a move, but found that Yan Wulu, who had his eyes closed and was lying at the desk, was already fast asleep.
Yi Qiuyue was a little stunned.
Thinking about it, since the death of the late king, in order to ensure a smooth transfer of power and urgently deal with emergencies from all parties, Yan Wulu seemed to have not slept a wink for several days.
Yi Qiuyue suddenly felt inexplicably sad...
She knelt down, looked at Yan Wulu's sleeping face carefully, and said to herself——
"In the past, when the king was still the crown prince, he could not sleep in places that were too bright."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Chunhua quietly approached.
She put a scarlet and black patterned Zhenbei King's thick velvet cloak on the sleeping Yan Wulu.
"yes."
Zhang Chunhua looked at Yan Wulu's face quietly. Due to fatigue, the dim color in the corners of his eyes made his originally handsome and gloomy face look more stable, mature and powerful.
"The Crown Prince is no longer the Crown Prince he once was. He is now the King."
Zhang Chunhua said with expressions on his face.
I don’t know whether it started from the day I left Kunlun in the Western Region, or from the day the late king passed away.
Zhang Chunhua discovered that the man she liked was no longer as carefree and cynical as before, but as he is now, deep, solemn and far-sighted.
Zhang Chunhua gently stroked Yan Wulu's cheek with one hand, and she lay quietly next to Yan Wulu, making Yan Wulu's back look less lonely.
Jiang Yueling said nothing.
She still silently extinguished a few candles for Yan Wulu.
Zhao Lingrui stepped forward and approached.
She originally wanted to help Yan Wulu go to bed to rest, but she was worried that her hands and feet would be too clumsy and she would wake him up instead. She was a little at a loss for the moment.
At Zhang Chunhua's signal, Yi Qiuyue went to get another Zhenbei King cloak.
After coming back, she held Zhao Lingrui's hand with one hand, and regardless of the other person's shocked look, she lay down on the other side of Yan Wulu.
Jiang Yueling was gently called over by Zhang Chunhua.
Under the cover of two extremely thick King Zhenbei cloaks, Jiang Yueling, Zhang Chunhua, Zhao Lingrui, Yi Qiuyue and Yan Wulu lay down on the long table to rest quietly.
Someone among them took the opportunity to secretly and unconsciously hug Yan Wulu, and began to rub oil with his fingers.
The five of them hugged each other under the feudal king's cloak to keep warm.
Sleep quietly.
Although the night is deep, there are always stars.
…
At the same time.
Yanbei City.
Yan Weiyu met with Qingsi, the senior staff member rumored to have been invited back from Jinling by his eldest nephew.
...such a familiar name.
When the two met, they immediately smiled.
Yan Weiyu sighed, his eldest nephew is really a lecher! He is so bold! He even dares to use the former adviser of King Jin.
But at the same time, I also admired my eldest nephew for having the ability and charm to lure the former Jin King's number one adviser.
Both of them are smart people, and their conversation is very harmonious.
The servants served some more Yanbei wine.
Suddenly, Yan Weiyu sneezed lightly.
Qingsi also temporarily covered her mouth and nose under the bamboo hat with a handkerchief.
They looked at each other and felt strange.
It's like... there are important people doing something, but they forgot to take them with them.
…
…
The thirty-second year of Qianyuan.
November 21st.
Crown Prince Yan Wulu's "King Ceremony" arrived as scheduled.
Countless people gathered on the outskirts of Yanbei City like a tide.
On the Tianlu Ceremony Platform, the young ruler of the Northland wore a black lord's python robe with gold piping on it.
At this moment, the sky appears auspicious.
The colorful and dazzling light is like glass.
The young ruler stands on a high platform.
He opened his arms slightly.
Suddenly, the wind blew up, like a god king coming to the world.
At this moment, people believed that he was the destined king.
For a long time, the Confucian scholars in Jixia Academy believed that the power of kings was divinely authorized.
They believe that the king's power is granted by God, and that the king is the human embodiment of God's will.
No matter how the crowd viewed this young prince, at this moment, they all firmly believed in this.
After all, besides the incarnation of God’s will, who else could have such a dazzling body and appearance? Who could trigger such celestial auspiciousness.
"This will be a ruler destined to be legendary."
Representatives of the envoys of countless forces thought so secretly.
After offering sacrifices to heaven and earth, the young ruler, surrounded by the Zhenbei cavalry guards, set out from Lutai on the outskirts to the Yanbei Palace.
There, there are already thousands of palace officials and countless dignitaries from Yanbei City, waiting for the arrival of the new king to complete the final part of the "King Ceremony".
The king is coming.
Huge military drums and horns sounded at the same time.
The King's flag with black characters on a red background and the word Yan flutters in the wind.
The young ruler climbed the final stairs and walked to the high platform.
With every step he took, memories flashed through his mind.
Northland.
Hedong.
Hetao.
Jinling.
Northern Xinjiang.
Hexi.
Western Regions
There is also the Dragon Killing Tomb.
Thousands of mountains and rivers are vividly visible.
He came to the high platform, where the attendants were holding nine-star golden crowns.
He turned around and faced his subjects.
Princess Zhao Lingrui of Zhenbei stepped forward and put the crown symbolizing royal power on him.
The sky changes again at this moment.
The sun was particularly bright at this moment, like a purple sun.
The clouds turned into dragons, facing the purple sun, like a proud dragon swallowing jewels.
The breeze blew the beads in front of the crown of Zhenbei King.
The majestic sound of horns and military drums reached its climax at this moment.
There are white doves flying at this moment.
A war horse neighed at this moment.
After a brief, strange silence, the crowd burst out into the loudest and most enthusiastic cheers in history, as if summoned by the gods——
"God bless my king!"
"God bless my king!"
"God bless my king!"
Amidst the overwhelming sound.
He drew his sword.
The sound of the long sword being unsheathed is particularly pleasant.
It was an extremely gorgeous sword with a pale golden blade.
Under the dazzling sunshine, the crowd dared not look directly.
He held up the accompanying sword and responded with the same cry——
"God bless our people!"
The crowd was stunned, and then responded with even more fanatical shouts.
God bless our people!
[...People will never forget the grand occasion of that day. God used his method to choose his only incarnation in the world; the people also used their method to choose the monarch they believed in.
The power of the king was so powerful that it was impossible to look directly at him. At that moment, both his subjects and his enemies seemed to have no choice but to kneel at his feet.]
Many years later, an envoy from the Western Regions who had witnessed this "King Ceremony" recalled this.
The most famous ink painting master in Yanbei City saw the grand scene that day when the king raised his sword and thousands of people cheered. He used this as inspiration to paint the most proud painting of his life - the king's coronation.
This painting of his records the grand occasion of an emperor becoming king through the ages.
At the same time, starting from this painting, people gradually turned from the original landscape paintings, which were mainly landscapes, to portrait paintings, which were mainly emperors, generals, and common people.
"The Crowning of the King" has landmark significance both for history and art.
…
The thirty-second year of Qianyuan.
One month after Zhenbei King Yan Dong died and was buried, the crown prince Yan Wulu held a "King Ceremony" to inherit the throne hereditary and officially became the new Zhenbei King.
At the same time, King Zhenbei married Princess Zhao Lingrui of Daqian Taiping at the "King Ceremony" and named Princess Taiping the Princess of Zhenbei.
A new era begins here.
…
…
After the "King Ceremony" is over.
Yan Wulu returned to Zhenbei Palace.
He sat high on the gorgeous throne, handled some simple matters, and then looked at the secret letter beside him.
The secret letter was sent from Yaowang Valley.
Yan Wulu's calm expression did not change and he opened it with one hand.
It was a secret letter from Yao Yingran, talking about rebuilding Yun Qingzhi's body and the progress of refining the new five-armored demon puppet.
Back then, after the trip to Kunlun in the Western Regions, Yan Wulu kept his promise with Yun Qingzhi and sent someone to escort her to Yaowang Valley.
And let Yao Yingran and others reshape their bodies.
Yaowanggu once learned from the Immortal Sect of the Immortal Period and had ancient methods that could reshape the body.
However, as of today, no one can understand those ancient characters.
Yan Wulu once wrote a letter asking Yao Yingran to try to ask Yun Qingzhi whether she, a person who survived the Immortal Period, should be able to understand the ancient writings of the Immortal Period.
As a result, Yao Yingran said: "Miss Yun Qingzhi can't understand it either."
Things encountered some obstacles for a while.
The other thing is about the new five-armored demon puppet...
When he first arrived at Purple Mountain, Yan Wulu's black armor and green armor were both damaged by iron soldiers.
Although Yan Wulu's strength no longer requires the use of these demon puppets to protect himself, Yan Wulu needs to use this to punish those who are his enemies...
He collected all the corpses of the ninth-level warriors who ambushed Yan Dong during the battle of Killing Longling, and refined them into demon puppets to vent his resentment.
It’s just that the core evil spirit of the demon puppet is relatively difficult to find, so it is still being slowly refined.
After the battle of Longling, Yan Wulu investigated and recorded all the forces involved in the battle from the remaining corpses of the enemy——
Penglai of the East China Sea, Baihua Valley, Iron Blood Sect, Blood Spirit Sect, Corpse Immortal Sect, Yuhua Sect, Chunyang Sect, Northern Xinjiang Wolf Clan, Demon Clan Descendants, Shu Rebellion Army, and... Daqian.
Although many of them were disguised, Yan Wulu only needed to know roughly which force and sect it was.
He doesn't need hard evidence...
It is also possible that there are other participating forces that have not been found, but Yan Wulu knows that they cannot hide for long.
Yan Wulu used eleven jade maces to write the names of the eleven major forces in front of him.
Each one of them is a behemoth in the world, even in the world. They are no small matter.
but……
The blood debt they owe will eventually be repaid with blood.
The first one is "Chun Yang Gate".
Just before Yan Wulu became king, the Chunyang Clan was massacred by a mysterious strong man who used a long sword and a halberd.
Chunyangmen's jade mace was also casually crushed by Yan Wulu at that time.
All the fragments of the jade mace fell on the body of the Chunyang Sect Master.
From the moment the battle at Long Slaying Tomb ended, Yan Wulu was already preparing for revenge.
While he was waiting for the moment when the Great Qianlong Luck was cut off, he was constantly accumulating the power to seize the dragon.
The remaining ten major forces are destined to be defeated one by one in fear.
While he was thinking about it, secret agent Ling Zhi came to report——
"Your Majesty, the Yuhua Sect has been exterminated."
"...Through the action of the powerful men from the Shadow Brass Sect and the Four Seasons Palace, the entire faction has become a dead soul under the sword."
…
Time keeps passing.
The "boss" returned to Jinling.
Although his rash attempt to launch a coup in the Northland failed, the current imperial court is employing people, and the experienced and capable "boss" has not received any substantial punishment.
Moreover, because he had been lurking in the North for many years, he returned useful information several times and instigated the rebellion of core palace officials such as Wang Zhaomin.
Credit and hard work are equally important.
The "boss" was interviewed by Zhao Lingfeng alone. After testing his abilities, he passed Zhao Lingfeng's review, joined the core team of the secret door, and was reused.
Wang Zhaomin, who followed his "boss" to Jinling, was a little miserable.
For the "boss", saving Wang Zhaomin's life was the ultimate act of benevolence.
Faced with such a man who had no outstanding abilities and was very ambitious, the "boss" sent him some money and never contacted him again.
And Wang Zhaomin, after going in and out of Jinling Gambling House several times, was inevitably in the dilemma of losing all his money and living on the street...
With disheveled hair and ragged clothes, he was beaten to the street by people from gambling houses.
He was so hungry that he passed out in the streets and alleys.
As he was dying, a figure walked out of the darkness.
The belt card of the Zhenbei secret guard is particularly obvious.
The Zhenbei secret guards took him to a secret place, where Wang Zhaomin met a person he thought he would never meet again in this life.
The person who represents King Zhenbei in the dark world—Secret Agent Ling Zhi.
"Lord Wang, on behalf of the King, I would like to say hello to you."
Lexus said.
He picked up two things from the long desk. At this moment, in his hands, he held a poison-quenching dagger in his right hand, and a secret letter from the young King of Zhenbei in his left hand.
"There are two items here, please choose the same one."
Wang Zhaomin was so frightened that he peed his pants, fell to the ground, and really peed.
"You...what are you...doing? Your Majesty, is he going to kill me?!"
Ling Zhi's eyes darkened, and he tried his best to suppress the disgust in his heart, and quietly replied——
"The poison-tempered dagger in your right hand is the thing that will kill you."
"In the secret letter on the left hand, there is a bottle of chronic poison. Of course... besides the poison, there is also a shortcut to the top of Daqian's power."