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The cavalry in yellow armor was deployed in the imperial city of Kanlan City before dawn, and the huge army was very powerful and shocking, as if even the mountains in front of them could crush them into dust. Only now do the people of Kanlan City really see the strength of the current Kanlan City, and their hearts are filled with pride and awe.

A number of southern Yanjing flags surround the blue city, and flags are also planted in the attic and corner towers, fluttering in the wind in the morning light. Countless chariots appeared on the wall, and the runes were densely packed, like a connection between the stars in the sky.

Today, we are on guard, so that the army can press the border.

The two-character banner of Nangong is still there, but the emperor in the palace is not surnamed Nangong.

In the past month, Nanyan's soldiers and horses have been in turmoil, since the news that Nanyan wanted to be crowned, the entire Nanyan has fallen into panic, Nangong Bat was originally the master of the Nangong army that ruled Nanyan, but there was no sense of belonging for the people.

Nanyan was the land of Zhongzhou before, three mausoleums in the south of Zhongzhou, Nangong army retreated south to occupy the name of the country Nanyan, Nanyan was ruled by the Nangong army for ten years, but the figure of Nangong bat never appeared, on the contrary, under the management of Yang Zhi, the king of the two points Nanyan was thriving, so although the people of this dynasty called the emperor had no voice or resistance, but there was a riot within the Nangong army.

Nangong Bat's loyalty has remained for ten years, and even if he doesn't know Nangong Bat's whereabouts, he has never changed his faith, so it broke out for a while.

The riot was stronger than anyone expected, and Nangong Bat's faithfulness alone was not enough to cause such a massive riot, and the only explanation was that the Wu Dynasty was acting in secret.

However, everything was not enough to prevent Yang Zhiguo from becoming emperor.

Suppressed with iron and blood, blood flowed in many cities in the land of Nanyan, although there were rebels on the run, and now Kanlan City is still peaceful and serious.

At this time, all the soldiers and horses were in order, and the iron horsemen stood in three rows in various parts of the city, and the spears glowed with cold light, piercing the eyes of the spectators, and erected on the streets and outside the city walls.

The people secretly watched this oppressive and tense scene in the attic, in their own rooms, quietly waiting for the official start of the enthronement ceremony.

The palace of Nanyan was solemn, a huge gong stood in the palace Jin Ge Palace, Nanyan civil and military officials knelt on the ground, the four kings of Nanyan except for the three kings Gong Conglong was nowhere to be found, the four kings Xiong Liangjian and the five kings Chen Jian were wearing pale yellow royal robes and stood on both sides of the imperial chair.

A thirty-zhang long red blood carpet felt, from the Taihe Gate all the way to the front of the imperial chair, on both sides of the blanket felt are countless closed bud peony flowers.

Time passed, and the sun slowly rose, passing through the Jin Ge Palace, and finally happened to completely envelop the imperial chair.

The hour has come.

Chen Jian and Xiong Liangjian glanced at each other and bowed their heads.

At the same time, a gong that shattered the silence of the clouds rang out, and the army in the city roared and moved in unison, and the whole city was thrown into trembling.

"Boom-"

Iron Ride Around Dragon City!

Then, the drums rained down and the trumpets tore through the morning light.

After a roar, the door of the main hall opened, and the golden light was dazzling.

Yang Zhiguo, who was dressed in a golden dragon robe, accompanied by the four palace maids who were holding his dragon robe, began to walk towards the Jin Ge Palace.

All the roaring and inspiring music became his foil. His steps were steady, the spring breeze was proud, and there was a hint of a smile on his face.

He has stepped into the Shengyuan realm for several years, his vitality flows, and with every step, the peony flowers on both sides of the carpet felt in the square will bloom, and the four palace maids seem to feel that their bodies have become lighter, and the reverence in their hearts keeps climbing.

From the Jin Ge Palace, he seems to symbolize the meaning of abundance, let the clusters of flowers bloom.

And from the moment he moved, there were dead people in the imperial city.

Blood splattered outside the imperial city, and a torrent of troops washed over every street in the city, and every shout of killing could only last for a few breaths, just like a scream before a hundred miles of waves, instantly annihilated in the torrent.

A long-planned riot died down.

There will be rebels today, but they will not be able to do so.

The palace maid knelt outside the hall, Yang Zhiguo walked into the hall, and the civil and military officials felt that a huge pressure seemed to increase on the backbone of their submission, and the powerful aura and coercion made them feel that it was difficult to breathe.

Yang knew that he had not cultivated Nanyan for ten years, but he didn't know that he was already the pinnacle of the world.

He looked at the throne for a few breaths, wondering what was in his mind, and then walked towards the throne.

Sitting on the royal chair, the sun shines like a flame. He squinted his eyes at the round of golden sun facing him, reached out and held it in his hand.

Xiong Liangjian, the king of the four points, looked at him and whispered, "Second brother, is it okay?"

Yang Zhiguo glanced at him with a smile, and said loudly: "From today onwards, I am no longer your second brother, I am the Emperor of Southern Yan." ”

Xiong Liangjian bowed his head, bowed his head and said, "Yes, Your Majesty." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. Then Chen Jian bowed his head.

"Long live the Five Emperors, long live, long live, long live—" Then the hundred officials shouted in unison.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live, long live—"

A sound spread out of the imperial city from the palace, all the soldiers knelt on the ground, all the cavalry dismounted, kneeling towards the imperial city, and the cry shook the sky.

The people also knelt on the ground one after another, long live my emperor, long live, long live, spread through the sky.

"Flat. Yang Zhiguo motioned to the hundred officials to level down, and the civil and military officials stood up in unison.

Yang Zhiguo looked at them and said with a smile: "From today onwards, this Nanyan finally has an emperor, some people don't want me to be the emperor, but I still sit here after all, in the future, Nanyan will be peaceful, and you still need to work hard." ”

All the officials bowed their heads, "Obey." ”

……

The city is still chanting long live, the people have not yet gotten up, and the Nangong banner is still there, but Nanyan no longer belongs to Nangong bats.

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Hanyi City is the most prosperous city in the world, there are almost everything in the world, treasures from various places are circulating here, the buildings in the city are also the most atmospheric and luxurious, the people who live here are generally large families, but it is not excluded that there are also poor people in the edge of Hanyi City.

There is a stretch of Pyongyang on the eastern outskirts of Hanyi City, where there are only a few households in two or two, and Hanyi City makes donations to the people here every year, and it is exempted from paying taxes here. It's not that I love it, it's just that Hanyi is the capital, and I don't want this place to be a stain on Hanyi City.

There is a small stream in Pyongyang, and the trees are green around the stream. There lived a middle-aged man, his face full of stubble, but his figure showed no signs of getting fat, but was as slender as a twenty-year-old man. He lived here for eight or nine years, kept a few pigeons, and lived on the fish in the stream every day, never saying a word, and the people in the neighborhood did not know him.

The people of the household department came to check many years ago, but found that he did not have a household registration.

Not having a hukou means that the identity of the person is unknown, and it is generally a felony. However, this person seems to be deaf and dumb, there is no way to investigate at all, and the cultivators of the Yuan Master Realm came to check and did not find out that he had the slightest fluctuation in vitality, so he is not a cultivator, and the area where he lives is extremely poor, and there is no danger.

This is eight years.

Nanyan Yang knew that the matter of being the emperor was in an uproar, and everyone in Hanyi City was talking about something in the past few days. And his life went on as usual, the only thing that was not normal was that he released all his pigeons.

Today a young man walked up to his lodgings.

He was fishing by the stream.

"Is this Mr. Lin Yulin?" the young man was dressed in white and looked ordinary. With some apprehension in my heart, I looked at him and said.

The middle-aged man glanced back at her, then continued to catch his fish.

"On the Dabulan River, there is no trace of blood for a hundred miles. The young man groaned, and the middle-aged man suddenly looked back.

The middle-aged man looked at the young man with a calm expression, and only after half a sound did he say slowly, "Okay." ”

A good word, I don't know how many stories and desolation it contains.

The young man pursed his lips and asked again, "Are you the Sword God Guardian?"

The middle-aged man looked at him in silence and did not speak.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, put the letter in his hand on the ground, and said, "This is the letter that Mao Guojing, the leader of the Intelligence Department, asked me to hand over to Mr. ”

The middle-aged man looked at the letter.

The young man smiled, "I have no way of knowing the name of Mr., but as long as I send this letter, I am destined to not live, the cardinal gave me life, there is no regret in death, life and death have nothing to do, so I dared to guess the name of Mr., I don't know whether it is right or wrong, if it is right, it is an honor, if it is right, I am very happy that Mr. is not dead." ”

Without waiting for the middle-aged man to answer, he pulled out his dagger and wiped his neck.

Blood flowed into the land.

After nightfall, this middle-aged man, who no one knows where he came from, disappeared from nowhere, as if evaporated, and there were no more forest fish in the world.