Chapter 1246: Regaining the Throne
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Mercedes sat on the throne and stared at Queen Isabella who was walking slowly with a gloomy face.
He was like an old vulture, staring at Isabella.
Isabella's long white dress had been dyed red, and she walked slowly, her face serious and her eyes determined.
The soldiers around her with guns pointed at her, at this moment, none of them had the courage to pull the trigger of the gun in their hands, even if Mercedes had given the order before.
These fighters, who were most loyal to Mercedes, were completely unable to rise in their hearts the conviction of resistance.
"Are you stupid? Shoot me! Mercedes shouted hoarsely, his voice like a broken bellows, very dry, very ugly, goosebumps all over people's bodies.
"You've failed, my uncle." Isabella walked to the steps in front of the throne, looked at Mercedes, and said, "You vainly try to subdue the people by force, but you don't understand that the basis of our royal family's multiplication in this land is these people, water can carry boats, and you can also overturn boats, and today you are not defeated by me, but by countless people of Samba country." ”
"I haven't failed, who says I've failed? Yes? Mercedes angrily slammed the scepter symbolizing royal power on the ground and roared, "I still have a large army, as long as you dare to attack me, my army will raze this place to the ground as soon as possible!" ”
"Uncle, don't you understand?" Isabella stared at Mercedes and said, "Your so-called army has surrendered. ”
"How is this possible?" Mercedes shouted, "How could they surrender, I didn't hear any noise at all, I didn't fire a single shot, how could they surrender?" ”
"Because among the people you have to deal with, there are their relatives and friends, and no one is going to shoot at their relatives and friends, and you are forcing them to shoot at their relatives and friends, and you have failed, because you are completely unpopular." Isabella said.
"I'm not defeated, undefeated!!" Mercedes kept shaking his head as if he was crazy.
Isabella lifted her feet and walked up the steps in front of the throne.
Zhao Chunliang stood under the throne, looked at her, and did not follow along.
All the princes and ministers in the palace also looked at Isabella.
Isabella walked up the steps calmly, walked to the throne, stood in front of Mercedes, and looked at Mercedes on the throne condescendingly.
At this moment, although Isabella is not sitting on the throne, she looks like a monarch looking down on all beings, and Mercedes sitting on the throne looks very lonely.
"Uncle, you're defeated." Isabella said.
Mercedes looked at Isabella blankly, and after a long time, he said, "Why aren't you dead?" ”
"Because I have a husband who is willing to fight for me, and my life is fought for by him." Isabella said.
"Is that him? He's a knight? Mercedes looked at the old man behind Isabella, who looked much older than his father.
"Yes." Isabella nodded and said, "He traded his life for mine." ”
"Life?" Mercedes looked at Zhao Chunliang, after a long time, he suddenly sighed, in the moment of sighing, Mercedes seemed to be more than ten years old all of a sudden, and he could no longer feel any sharpness in his body, only boundless decadence and death, as if between these breaths, Mercedes was already dead, after a pause for a few seconds, Mercedes said wistfully, "To have such a man fight hard for you, no wonder I will fail." ”
"Your real failure lies with the people, not with me." Isabella said.
"There's no point in saying anything now." Mercedes lowered his head in displeasure, drooped his head, and said, "Isabella, maybe I'm obsessed, I shouldn't believe other people's words, now that I've failed, I don't want to burn with you, because I still have a wife and children, I only hope that I can exchange my life for the peace of their lives, if you can promise me, then I will never resist again." ”
"I've never really seen you as an enemy, you've always been the Uncle Mercedes who likes to let me ride on your neck in my mind, maybe you've been blinded by power, but no matter what, you're my uncle after all, my father's brother, and I'm willing to forgive you." Isabella said, holding out her hand.
"Forgive me, what about the soldiers who lost their lives in the fighting? What about those who are buried in the ground and miss the best time to rescue? My niece, you don't have to forgive me, you need to pay tribute to the souls of those who died unjustly with my blood. Mercedes said.
"Uncle." Isabella looked sadly at her uncle.
Mercedes smiled, pulled the diamond-encrusted pistol from his waist, handed it to Isabella, and said, "The people need heroes." ”
Isabella took the pistol and looked at the Mercedes in front of her.
Mercedes had a relieved smile on his face.
Isabella took a deep breath, raised her gun, and aimed it at Mercedes' head.
"Take care of my wife, kids." Mercedes said.
"I swear in the name of the queen that I will take care of them." Isabella said.
The words fell, and a gunshot rang out.
Blood spilled onto the throne, but it was strangely suspended in midair.
Isabella looked at Zhao Chunliang.
"Your throne should be immaculate." Zhao Chunliang said with a smile.
Between the words, the blood naturally drifted out and spilled on the ground, and there was no trace of blood on the throne.
"Honey." Isabella stretched out her hand to Zhao Chunliang.
Zhao Chunliang shook his head and said, "It's like Mercedes said, this country needs heroes, and you are that hero, now I have nothing to do, I think it's time for me to leave and thank him." ”
"When are you coming back?" Isabella asked.
"Soon." Zhao Chunliang said with a smile, "I have relieved the internal worries, as well as the external troubles, and when I finish thanking me, I will come back." ”
"I'll wait for you!" Isabella said seriously.
"Good!" Zhao Chunliang nodded, turned around and walked out.
"Honey!" Isabella exclaimed suddenly.
Zhao Chunliang stood on his feet and looked back at Isabella.
"Come back early, I'm going to have a baby with you." Isabella said with a smile, completely ignoring the princely ministers around her, who also bowed their heads in amusement as if they hadn't heard anything.
"Good!" Zhao Chunliang nodded seriously, then turned around and walked out of the palace.
Outside the palace, the people cheered when they heard the news that Mercedes had been subjugated.
The whole capital seemed to be resounding with the cry of the Queen's long live, but Isabella did not make a big deal about her getting rid of Mercedes, in fact, the first thing Isabella did after returning to the throne was to send all the princes and ministers out to help the victims, and at the same time, all the soldiers who originally belonged to the Albahi Legion were sent to the disaster area to provide relief, as long as they actively performed in the disaster relief, they were exempted from the crime of rebellion.
In order to appease the people, Isabella directly withdrew a large amount of money from the royal family's bank account to buy a large amount of supplies and send them to various disaster sites.
In this earthquake, the capital was the most severely affected, and the area radiating out of the capital for more than 100 kilometers was affected by the earthquake.
Isabella sat in the palace and calmly issued one order after another, and the entire Samba country was implementing Isabella's orders in an orderly manner, and the affected people were resettled in a very short time, and at this time, Zhao Chunliang had left the capital of Samba country.
He was going to thank someone, without whom he would have been in a coma for at least a few days, and by that time, there was a real possibility that Samba would have been ruled by Mercedes.
Outside the capital of Samba Country, Zhao Chunliang met the man.
"Boss!" Ye Qianqian pounced on Zhao Chunliang excitedly.
Zhao Chunliang smiled and hugged Ye Qianqian in his arms, although Ye Qianqian was already an old woman at this time, but in Zhao Chunliang's psychological side, Ye Qianqian has always been the little girl who does not know the world.
"Qianqian." Zhao Chunliang patted Ye Qianqian's back with emotion, and a thousand words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say anything.
Not far away, the Wuji Sword Saint Ma Xingyun sat cross-legged on a stone, looking at Zhao Chunliang with a calm face.
Zhao Chunliang let go of the hand holding Ye Qianqian, walked in front of Ma Xingyun, clenched his fists with both hands, and bowed to Ma Xingyun.
"Thank you Sword Saint for your help." Zhao Chunliang said.
"If you die, my hard work will be in vain." Ma Xingyun looked at Zhao Chunliang with a smile and said.
"No matter what your purpose is, I can stand here now, and I can recover to the way I am now, all because of you, without you, my spiritual power should be completely exhausted, and there is no way to recover." Zhao Chunliang said.
"A spark can start a prairie fire, but I am only igniting the fire that you have extinguished. Your time is running out, I shouldn't interfere too much with your thoughts, but I don't have much time either, so I just want to tell you one word, thoughts, that is, enlightenment, what is the Tao in your heart, stride forward in the direction of the Tao, find the Tao that belongs to you, and the natural transformation of thoughts will be successful. Ma Xingyun said.
"Enlightenment?" Zhao Chunliang frowned, this kind of thing is a bit mysterious, more like something that may appear in a novel, he is just a congenital, what kind of Tao can he understand? What is the so-called Tao? Does he really exist?
"The way of heaven and earth, the way of relatives and friends, and even the way of eating and drinking, are all the way, comprehend your own way, go out of your own way, you can become the heavens, all I can do is this, take a step first, and wait until you succeed in turning your thoughts, that is, when we meet again." After Ma Xingyun finished speaking, he raised his hand, and Ye Qianqian flew directly to his side, and then soared into the sky, and disappeared in front of Zhao Chunliang in a blink of an eye.