Chapter 1: I'm a puppet little emperor

"Woo~"

After the horn resounded in the sky, the drums rang out in unison, the earthquake trembled, and the civil and military officials looked at the slowly approaching frame with solemn expressions outside the Chengtian Gate. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Under the golden and luxurious umbrella, the big Sima Wenhu took the little emperor's hand and walked out of the frame.

Sima Wenhu, who is in his fifties, has thick eyebrows and square mouth, a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and he has a momentum of not being angry and arrogant when he stands there.

The little emperor beside Wen Hu was still full of jerky and immature in the face of such a scene, like a poor chicken. Unfortunately, he is the poor little emperor. Wen Yong was originally a person in the new century in 2016, and at the age of 30, he climbed to the mayor of Z City with his sleek way of doing things.

It's too late to be happy, the newcomer Wen Yong learned that his young emperor seems to be a high-risk industry by knocking on the side of the attendants around him, according to the urine sex of modern court dramas, at this time, there is either a strong mother who listens to the government, or there is a powerful minister and auxiliary government, and there are a bunch of trolls who have nothing to do all day long, and they specialize in poking the emperor's backbone. Or his own brother may not know when he wants to kick himself off. Looking at the emperors of the past dynasties, few of them have been able to clear the customs and live a long life.

Seeing that the little emperor was stunned under the greetings of the civil and military officials, Wen Hu thought that he was frightened and comforted:

"Your Majesty, rest assured, there are old ministers."

Nodding slightly, Wen Yong, who was a little overwhelmed under the gaze of hundreds of officials, pulled Wen Hu's rough palm and walked towards Weiyang Palace, the center of power in the whole world.

The music played in unison, the ceremonial officials praised it, and the civil and military officials followed the footsteps of the two into the main hall and took their places.

Wen Hu gestured to the eunuch with his eyes, and suddenly the music started again, and everyone knelt down.

Because the emperor was still young, Wen Yong took over the edict of enthronement handed by the eunuch, and the loud and mighty voice sounded in the hall, "Emperor Chenyong, dare to use Xuan Mu to tell the emperor and the queen: Emperor Ming has a number of calendars, seven of the twenty years of practice, the four seas are poor, Wang Gang does not stand, the five latitudes are wrong, Lingxiang and see, the number of pushers, the ancient road of consideration, the number of salty days, the end of the world, where the Jiaxiang people and the gods of the will, Qin Ruojingyun, to live in Yong...... Clone Tianbao, forever Zuo is there. But the spirit is a feast. ā€

This edict is jerky and difficult to understand, and Wen Yong heard it in a fog, but this kind of edict is generally written by the celebrant supervisor, and most of the meaning is to boast about the merits of the ancestors, and then clarify that he is orthodox.

But Wen Yong's heart sank when he heard half of it, Emperor Wen Yu of the Ming Dynasty was his brother, but the text was derogatory to him, and there was no intention of awarding awards.

What does that mean? How dare the celebrant write such a thing?

Wen Yong's gaze secretly swept towards Wen Hu, but he didn't feel inappropriate at all.

Someone acquiesced to this thing, and Wen Yong felt for a while that he was like a puppet with a thread, so he could only make a decoration in a high position.

Just when his legs and stomach were about to stand sore, the edict was finally read, and the master of ceremonies praised: "Hundreds of officials worship." ā€

The bell rang at the same time, and the officers got up and bowed down again.

"Long live my emperor!"

……

Zhong Ming followed the greetings to the sky, indicating that the Great Zhou had entered a new era.

The voice of long live spread to the sky layer by layer, and the majestic voice echoed in the main hall, making Wen Yong feel that a kind of blood for power was surging, but the fly in the ointment was that there was a tall figure standing in front of him all the time, covering all the greetings of the hundred officials.

Great Sima Wenhu!

Suppressing the discomfort in his heart, Wen Yong cleared his throat and wanted to make his voice thicker and hide his childishness.

But at this moment, Wen Yong handed over the edict to the eunuch for sealing, and then Yue Yi instructed on his behalf: "After the ceremony, all the ministers are invited." ā€

Wen Hu didn't follow the routine, which made the hundred officials hesitate a little, and only a few generals got up with a big grin.

Facing the officials who looked at each other below, the atmosphere at the scene became a little awkward, and Wen Hu did not feel out of the way at all, but aimed at Wen Yong with his eyes.

This gaze is like a beast, full of threats! A deep fear welled up in Wen Yong's heart.

Damn, the body has been replaced by a child's, why is the will so weak? Wen Yong swallowed his saliva, and commanded with a strong breath: "Da Sima's words are exactly what I want to say, get up!" ā€

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

After the courtiers thanked him, Wen Yong thought that it was finally going to end, but one of the courtiers went out of class and bowed down and said: "Listen to the saint, the minister's imperial doctor Chen Cheng has something to play." ā€

Wen Yong's cheeks twitched, the imperial doctor has the right to impeach after hearing the wind, to put it bluntly, it is the royal troll, spraying the gods and Buddhas in the sky, and the emperor can't stop it.

If you don't accept it with an open mind, the bad reputation of your disobedience can spread all over the world the next day, and if you dispose of them, it will be even more terrible, and there will be more trolls who want to leave a name in history to take the punished person as an example, and the servants will spray you one after another.

If you accept it humbly, it will be even more terrifying, and from then on, they will be more energetic, choose the time and place, choose the thing and spray again, scold the emperor for the things that are more emotional, and don't scold you as a grandson, they are your grandson.

Wen Yong stubbornly said, "Aiqing, please speak." ā€

"Your Majesty, whenever a new monarch ascends the throne, the whole world will celebrate with the whole world according to the ancestral system, and grant amnesty to the world, so as to show Your Majesty's benevolence and love for the people."

Wen Yong breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he didn't spray himself, everything was easy to say, since it was the ancestral system, it was not easy to disobey, so he nodded and said: "According to what Qing said, everything will be carried out according to the ancestral system." ā€

"Command!"

Just as Chen Cheng bowed down, Wen Hu suddenly shouted: "Wait! ā€

Taking a step forward, Wen Hu said in a righteous manner: "Amnesty is absolutely impossible!" ā€

Wen Yong was a little surprised, the amnesty of the world and Wen Hu have nothing to do with half a dime, in terms of the nature of politicians, this kind of routine thing should be unimpeded.

With doubts, Wen Yong asked, "Why is this Da Sima?" ā€

Wen Hu said sonorously: "There are many traitors and evildoers in the prison, if they are suddenly released, it will definitely cause chaos in the world, and I hope Your Majesty will see it." ā€

Wen Hu said it was not unreasonable, Wen Yong hesitated, and at this moment, Chen Cheng turned on the spray mode: "The people of the world are the people of Your Majesty, Your Majesty has just ascended to the throne, and the people who have made mistakes should be benevolent and virtuous to influence their hearts, and give them the opportunity to reform themselves. ā€

Chen Cheng's remarks aroused the approval of a large number of civil officials, Wen Hu was originally a military minister, and he was not afraid of real swords and guns, but playing tricks was not his strong point.

However, he did not show weakness, and at a glance, one of the civil officials stood up and said: "Your Majesty, the courtier Luo Huali started to listen to the Holy Hearing, the people in prison are all convicted of breaking the law, killing people today, and tomorrow's amnesty will make everyone feel lucky, leading to the relaxation of the legal system!" At that time, vendetta will be killed everywhere, mourning everywhere, and now let one person harm the world, and the minister thinks it is not advisable. ā€

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"Dare Luo Huali dare to bewitch the saint! Amnesty has existed in the world since ancient times, this is the work of education, there has never been chaos, today you dare to confuse the people with evil words, you should be killed! ā€

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The ministers above the court were divided into two waves, and you quarreled with each other, until it evolved from whether or not to amnesty the world to attack each other. Wen Yong was on the throne and was made a big fuss by them.