King Zhao, who was wearing armor, looked around, and his eyes were quite a bit of a contempt for the world.

When I opened the door, the courtyard was already full of people.

Everyone's eyes were focused on King Zhao - although everyone usually did the same, he felt that he had never been so high up as he was today.

"Congratulations to Your Majesty, congratulations to Your Majesty!"

Under the leadership of the old butler, the slaves and maids who had been waiting for a long time knelt on the ground. Their voices were neat, and it looked like they had been rehearsed beforehand.

Although a still warm corpse was beside them, and there was still the blood that the servant girl vomited before she died—few people felt the grief of the death of a rabbit and a fox, because everyone had long known that they were on a thief ship, and that they would earn an extra day of life, as long as it was not themselves who died.

Even, many people are faintly excited - although they are often frightened about "whether the prince will rebel", but when King Zhao really wants to play the banner, their hearts appear greedy for "from the dragon's work", thinking that they have no merit and hard work in the future emperor's palace for so many years, no matter what, they can share the soup and drink.

"Today is the day of Your Majesty's Imperial Pole, and the old slave will lead the people in the house to congratulate Your Majesty." The old butler, who was also wearing armor and a sword, knelt down on one knee and said, "May Your Majesty succeed and settle the world with a snap of your fingers...... The old slave is willing to enter the palace with His Majesty, but His Majesty is the horse's head! ”

Seeing the gray-haired old butler's fierce appearance, King Zhao's eyes finally had some warmth.

When he was very young, Fauber was there for him. Although most of the servants who serve him on a daily basis are close servants sent by the palace, it is thanks to Fu Bo who has taken care of everything in the mansion for so many years that he has the foundation he has today.

Even if King Zhao's heart was full of hatred for most things in the world, Fu Bo, who had watched him grow up since he was a child, was also placed in the only soft corner of his heart.

He always remembered: whether it was when he was proud of the spring breeze, or when he was suspicious of his father and had to be cautious and low-key, Fuber has been silently guarding this home for him by his side, and he has not made any mistakes for 20 years.

Although Fu Bo would also handle some confidential matters, King Zhao did not think that he was on the list of "his own people who must be eliminated" - such a loyal and family-caring old slave could still stay, and if he could enjoy his wealth after helping him achieve great things, it would show the world the emperor's leniency, which would be extremely helpful to the reputation of the new monarch.

"Fauber, please." King Zhao personally stepped forward and picked up Fu Bo and said, "If this king can achieve great things today, he will never treat the meritorious heroes badly...... You are old, you can no longer worry about laboring and doing some troublesome and time-consuming things, and when this king ascends to the great treasure, he will make you a prince, and if you are not good, you will be crowned a marquis...... This palace will be given to you as a mansion, and you can only take care of your old age. ”

Obviously, his mind is still a little sober, and he doesn't use the self-title of "I" in advance without being hot-headed.

Fu Bo shook his head like a rattle and said, "The old slave doesn't ask for any knighthood, and this is not compliant...... As long as the old slave sees His Majesty in the throne, his wish will be fulfilled, and even if he dies under the sword for this, he will die without regrets. ”

King Zhao's eyes were hot, and a few words were stuck in his throat.

The next moment, he got up and walked quickly through the dense crowd into a larger courtyard nearby.

The courtyard was also filled with people. Unlike before, all the armor soldiers standing here were draped all over their bodies - King Zhao knew that the same was true of several nearby courtyards, and at this moment there were about 1,500 people in his hands.

The number of people is not large, but among them are the high-rollers who "came to vote for righteousness", there are also people who dare to die who are recruited with a lot of money, and there are even elites who have been favored by him.

In general, the combat effectiveness of these people is quite strong, and they are better than the elite of the Beijing battalion.

Of course, it is impossible to raise an army with an unorganized rabble, as countless precedents in history have proven - but King Zhao is not worried about this problem at all, because these people have been training in a secret place for nearly a year, and have a strict organization and command system, which is no different from an army in actual combat.

Although he has more manpower, there are too many people in the palace who can't use it at all, and he can't lurk around beforehand, so it's enough to have an elite team.

Even so, if you count the people who shouted for King Zhao everywhere in the capital, spying on intelligence, connecting in the middle, and secretly sabotaging, there were no less than 10,000 people involved in the uprising!

The strong soldiers and horses in front of him made King Zhao feel heroic. He stood on the pre-prepared point-and-shoot platform, took a deep breath, and shouted:

"Ladies and gentlemen! This king is the son of the saint and the nobles of the heavens, I think you already know! Calling everyone here today, it is that Da Rui has reached a critical juncture, and this king has no choice but to raise the army of the king to save the world from peril!

My father was seriously ill and could not serve the government, and the traitorous ministers in the court took the opportunity to unite with the eunuchs to control the government, causing chaos in the capital and the people in the fire, and the world was in turmoil...... Now, I, who is a son, don't even know the life and death of my father, can there be such a truth in the world? If someone takes the opportunity to usurp the throne, won't Da Rui's world be handed over to others in a moment?

Today, this king is raising troops to rebel, although he wants to fight for the country, but more importantly, he wants to save my father! If something happens to my father, the king ......"

As he spoke, King Zhao's voice choked. In the midst of the condemnation below, he raised his hand again to wipe the corners of his eyes, and said sharply: "If my father has a case, this king will definitely break the corpses of those chaotic ministers and thieves into ten thousand pieces and bury them with his old man!" As soon as this Wang Xiongshi comes out, he will definitely return the world to a bright and prosperous world, and return Darui a peace for all generations!

Soldiers, please follow this king to kill the enemy! Whether you are disabled or killed in battle, you will never be treated badly afterwards, and your family is the family of this king! When the world is in turmoil, it is the time for heroes to make contributions...... Please enter the palace side by side with this king and seek wealth together! ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a roaring sound of promises below. Countless people raised their swords and spears, and the momentum that soared into the sky was clearly audible for miles.

Since the army is going to be raised, what is there to be afraid of?

After a cup of tea, all the doors of Zhao Wangfu were opened, and more than 1,000 people came out of it.

By this time, the streets outside the palace were so quiet that they could hear the pins dropping—everyone had all hid in their homes after hearing the strange noise, for fear of accidentally touching the mold.

King Zhao on the war horse looked at the neat queue with his head held high, and felt that this was the most enjoyable moment in his life:

This world still belongs to me after all!