The death of Dehou and the madness of Yuhou did not receive the expected response. After all, without wearing any weapons and having no followers, the princes in the imperial edict could only be fat fish to be slaughtered.
The king wanted to take power and establish his authority. Everyone thought about it and how to deal with it, but they didn't understand that the final solution was so sudden.
Although, before coming, no one believed that this young monarch dared to risk the world's disapproval, the dangerous danger of overthrowing the country would leave everyone behind at once.
In the end, I just took two weaker princes and started the operation.
But the slap in the face came so quickly. The iron guard's blade was on the side of the neck. No one dared to scream again. The man had already made it very clear, and what he did was even more straightforward.
I'm not trying to play tricks with you at all.
Just do it. After you finish the work, I will issue an edict to you, sing your praises, and ask you to choose the weakest heir to inherit the title if you have heirs under your command. Those who have no heirs or only sons will be from your clan.
Choose.
The consequences of this edict being promulgated can be imagined. At the same time, there was a huge uproar. Naturally, the more powerful princes and heirs were unwilling to give up in the battle for titles, and the weak and collateral ones were even less likely to give up.
After all, even the king came from the border branch.
What goes up works and what goes down works, so why can't we, the descendants of the princes, imitate cats and imitate tigers?
The princes were silent and did not speak. After seeing this crazy and shameless king, they had given up the idea of risking their lives. They only hoped that the few princes outside who had come late could also watch the show.
Create some opportunities for everyone to go out.
After all, no one really wants to be a prisoner for a lifetime. Although everyone does not believe that the young monarch can withstand all the pressure and lock everyone in Zhaodu for a lifetime, the longer time passes, the faster the situation in the fiefdom will change.
If you go back too late, you won't have anything to do.
…………
patio.
Lu Ming sat on top of the thick books in the library as usual, taking advantage of the quiet environment to meditate on some of the things that came to his mind in the palace.
Unknowingly, he had become accustomed to staying here. At first, it was just because he needed to search and read some royal records about the Lord of God and the Lord. Later, he got used to staying here, and it became difficult to bear the atmosphere surrounded by palace ladies around the front hall.
Knocking down a tea cup and carving melon seeds louder would make the people next to him lower their heads and tremble, making Lu Ming think he was the wrong person somewhere and had a bad conscience.
Fortunately, the Library Pavilion was considered an important place in the royal family. The palace maids and attendants were not allowed to come to the courtyard without permission. The original bodyguards were also replaced by iron guards and could only wait outside the courtyard.
Inside the library, it was quiet and quiet, with nothing else except rows of bookshelves.
Lying on his side among the undulating stacks of books, his eyes were slightly closed, his fingers gently rubbing his temples, thinking about something. When he thought of something urgent, he couldn't help but rub his fingers slightly hard, and a small red tint appeared on his forehead.
There was a slight sound of footsteps beside his ears. The steps were steady and without hesitation. Lu Ming did not raise his head to look. Since he moved in, no one else except Linglong could enter this room without being informed.
I thought so, but my restless and meditative mood suddenly calmed down with the sound of footsteps, as if a pool of clear water flowed by, leaving only a sense of purity and purity in my mind.
Lu Ming sighed, but couldn't help but secretly glance at the girl who was coming over. Just looking at that cute and pink face could always relieve a lot of the worries in his heart.
A girl wearing an elegant long dress with a white waistband and a few silver hairpins in her hair walked slowly towards Lu Ming. She neither sat down nor approached Lu Ming as usual, nor did she open her mouth to speak. She just looked at him.
The two looked at each other.
In a hazy moment, Lu Ming seemed to see the girl in front of him change her clothes and wear a goose-yellow skirt. She was holding a small rectangular box in her hand, walking on the asphalt road with light steps and looking very happy.
The girl seemed to be humming a little tune, and seemed to be in a very happy mood. She was holding a small rectangular box in her left hand and flipping it back and forth between her fingers. When the box was thrown in the air and she was about to catch it, another emerald green rattan came out of her hand.
The palm was born and stretched slightly to trap the box.
The girl gently swayed the box, and suddenly she seemed to have discovered something. She paused and murmured something softly.
Lu Ming couldn't hear clearly, so he could only subconsciously ask the familiar figure,
"what are you talking about?"
Linglong was stunned for a moment, then stretched out her hand and shook it in front of his face, "Are you hallucinating due to too much pressure?"
"When did I speak?"
Lu Ming: "..."
What happened?
Seeing that he didn't speak, the girl didn't care about anything. She reached out and pinched both sides of Lu Ming's cheeks, and then exerted a slight force. Lu Ming's face felt swollen and painful, and he took a breath of cold air.
He suddenly came back to his senses and opened the girl's little hands with a slap, "What are you doing? Are you crazy? Are you big or small?"
"After all, I am also a king. How can you treat me like this?"
"Is this appropriate?"
"Inappropriate!" Linglong nodded, then stretched out her hand to caress his cheek, and asked: "It's red, does it hurt?"
"You succeeded, and you still ask me?" Lu Ming stared at the girl with wide eyes, seriously suspecting that the girl was crazy and might have some naughty thoughts to play with him.
Two days ago, the two of them were competing in archery in the study room. The girl was trying her best to use some evil tricks to see who could shoot more accurately. The girl actually held the apple as the target directly on her pretty face.
before.
Can this be shot?
Is this possible?
What a bastard!
Reaching out to push the girl away who was about to press against him, Lu Ming walked aside, picked up the red apple on the plate, and gently broke it open, placing the two halves right and left on his red and sore face.
Not to mention, there are benefits to being a king.
I had never thought of applying apples to my face before. It doesn’t matter whether there is any effect, what matters is the sense of ritual.
In short, it is a waste!
Linglong came over and looked at Lu Ming, who was somewhat back to normal. There was a trace of doubt in his eyes, and asked: "Did you dream just now? Or were you thinking about something?"
Lu Ming rubbed his cheek lightly and hummed, "No, nothing!"
Can I tell you that I just dreamed of a beautiful girl with a sweet voice and whispering to me?
That definitely can’t be done!
"Did you just dream about a girl?" Linglong continued to ask, her eyebrows twitching.
Lu Ming was suddenly startled, "What are you talking about? I just faced a lot of pressure from the princes in the palace. I came back and took a nap, and there was nothing left!"
This girl is so evil. I mean, I can only hear my heartbeat. How can I still hear my heart? Is there any way to do this?
Can you still give Mr. Lu some privacy?
"Goose yellow skirt."
"..."
"Humming a little tune."
"..."
"And whispering."
"..."
Linglong looked at the red beams above the palace, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and spoke calmly without looking at Lu Ming. She paused, as if she thought of something interesting, and reached out to pull out the small cane.
Swinging it forward, the small green rattan extended to a book, wrapped around it, and tied it up.
Before she could pull hard, Lu Ming stretched out his hand to stop her. Regardless of the little apple on his face falling to the ground, he grabbed the girl's little hand, picked up an apple again with his other hand, and stuffed it into the girl's mouth.
inside.
"Good boy, the exotic apples I cultivated myself in the back garden of the palace are so sweet, please try them quickly!"
To Lu Ming's surprise, the girl didn't seem angry. She didn't get angry like Zhi Huo did last time because she glanced at a beautiful woman and even slapped her.
This time, the girl opened her mouth very cooperatively and bit off a piece of apple. She didn't care about his reckless behavior just now. Instead, she smiled and said, "Yes, it's very sweet."
She reached out to take the apple again, tossed it gently in her hand, took another small bite of the crispy and sweet pulp, and chewed it while looking at Lu Ming.
"Do the princes, officials and subjects put you under great pressure?"
Those big, wide eyes are indescribably moving and fascinating.
Looking at the past, it seems to be different from before.
Can't tell what's the difference.
Lu Ming suppressed the ridiculous and strange feeling in his heart, held back his heart, frowned and looked straight into the girl's big eyes. The two looked at each other, and Lu Ming suddenly reached out and pinched her cute little nose out of surprise.
, Linglong glared angrily, and was about to pounce upon her as soon as her expression changed.
Only then did Lu Ming feel relieved. He reached out and used his divine power to push the girl away, then lay down leisurely in the pile of books next to him, and then said: "It's so stressful!"
"I am a wise king who is rare in Suchuan in 500 years. These little minions can be suppressed with just a flip of my hand. How can there be any pressure?"
Bragging costs nothing.
Even though after receiving the news, the descendants of the princes and fiefdoms in various parts of Suchuan may rebel at any time and star in a new script, Lu Ming still did not show any concern.
He was like a carefree and idle prince, which had nothing in common with the king in the eyes of the princes who was crazy and resorted to vicious tactics in order to seize power.
"However, what you said and did in the palace just now is somewhat different from what you told me before." Linglong picked up a small stool and sat down next to it, and said seriously: "Originally, we could use more
Peaceful and safer means, why did you suddenly change your mind?"
"Although this strategy looks good, is it too hasty? There are still princes who have not reached the imperial capital."
"Can you tell me why you changed your plan just now?"
Lu Ming leaned against the pile of books, looked up at the girl who was seriously thinking about him, thought about everything in the hall, pondered slightly, and said.
"Actually, I don't care about the princes or the officials."
"I don't even care about your identity."
"I don't care whether I win or lose with them."
"Even if I lose everything, including Zhaodu, Feitian, Tiewei, Junshang, etc., I can live an ordinary life as if nothing happened."
After a pause, Lu Ming looked into those eyes and said seriously: "What I say comes from my heart. It is not a comfort or a decadent and depressing word. Do you believe me?"
Linglong groaned like water and replied with a smile: "Of course, I definitely believe you!"
"Even if everyone in Suchuan doesn't believe you, I will believe you!"
I can't understand the girl's thoughts, and I don't know why she trusts me so much.
Lu Ming smiled as if he was infected, twisted his neck, changed into a more comfortable position, looked at the beams, and continued: "I want to know, what is the Lord of God, and what is the Lord?
"
"What is the incomplete history of these five hundred years?"
"There seems to be a voice in my mind telling me that that is more important than anything else. Compared with those minions outside and the pack of wolves outside Zhaodu, everything seems less important."
Linglong held up her little face, looked down at him from above, and asked seriously: "Then what are you going to do?"
Ruthlessly pushing the little girl's little head away, Lu Ming said: "I don't know, I don't have any clues, but maybe the princes outside have it, maybe the Tianqi Clan has it, but they won't tell me easily.
"
"So, as we always say, let's complete the ritual of the other life first."
Linglong pressed down those annoying big hands and leaned over again, "But we tried it last time when we went to the Bisheng Pillar. I couldn't light up the Bisheng Pillar at all. When the Bisheng Ceremony comes, if I fail again,
what to do?"
"I have read past records. Anyone who fails to light the pillar of life will be executed by a liar, and then hung on the city gate as a sign of punishment. Will I be treated in the same way?"
He exerted slight force on his hands, and emerald green fluorescence emerged from his exquisite palms. Lu Ming reluctantly gave up the struggle, "That's true. In the history of Zhaodu, there were at least dozens or hundreds of people who came to claim to be the Lord of God. After all,
There is no late king who would not want to restore the glory of the royal family."
"Ah! Then wouldn't I..."
"Ah what, what does this have to do with you?!" Lu Ming took advantage of her exclamation, swayed and struggled to sit up, reached out and pinched the fleshy corners of her mouth and cheeks. When the girl was about to become impatient,
Then he said with a smile.
"If you still fail, then I will marry you and become my queen!"
"There is no precedent for executing a queen, and no one dares to do so!"
"None of the Tianqi Clan, Yueling Clan, Iron Guard, or Law can take action against my queen. Whoever comes will die!"
Linglong was stunned for a moment, her heart suddenly slowed down, and she even forgot to open the big hands that were still mischievously squeezing her face. It took her a while to come back to her senses, straighten her face and said.
"Isn't this... too fast?"
"My dad, um, my dad hasn't agreed yet?"
"I, I didn't agree either!"
"..."
Lu Ming chuckled lightly, put down his hand, and looked at the nagging and arrogant girl with great amusement.
I don’t know anyone who is so clingy.
It’s really...
Just as he was admiring the girl's little expressions to cheer him up, there was a knock on the door outside. Lu Ming and Linglong walked out, and it was Zi Yuan who was waiting outside.
"Your Majesty, we captured an assassin in the palace. He claimed to be an old acquaintance of you and the Lord of God. He said he wanted to bring important news to the imperial capital."
Lu Ming and Linglong looked at each other with confusion, and asked: "What's your name?"
"She said her name was Wu Yuan."
"Wu Yuan?!"
…
After a while, the two of them saw Wu Yuan who was tied up tightly.
Lu Ming motioned to Zi Yuan to untie the rope. With powerful force on his body, he was not afraid of those little hands being broken.
After Wu Yuan was untied, he looked at the iron guards on both sides. Lu Ming continued to wave for Zi Yuan to leave, and then asked: "What's the matter? I don't remember saving people so early."
"Pingjiang Marquis Zhuxi has secretly arrived at the imperial capital and joined forces with the high priest of Tianqi Sect!" Wu Yuan continued to say something shocking, and there was a huge earthquake when he opened his mouth.