In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

Although Li Rang was very reluctant, one by one the palace ladies and ministers still crowded over, and dressed him up inside and out with majestic dragon robes, crowns, and the emperor's robe sleeves, wrapped like zongzi.

"After the enthronement ceremony, His Royal Highness can continue to wake the spirit, and Yang Gong can be buried with a state ceremony!"

Xue Zhiguan's advice finally made this little prince who abide by the old rules agree, and Mu Na sat in Li Jie's study like a puppet doll and was dressed up by the busy ministers.

In three days, the ministers of the Fujian State also seemed to accept their fate, under the arrangement of the eldest grandson Wuji, they should worship and worship, deal with things, deal with things, whether they want to or not, these officials have to ask the eldest grandson Wuji when they encounter undecided state affairs.

In this way, the eldest grandson Wuji is really having a comfortable time these days, and the whole country is in hand, and he has subdued these unruly officials, not to mention, the Min * team gathered outside the palace city was turned down by the regiment he commanded, and some Min * officials also seemed to see who was the leader.

Dozens of officers, officials of the family took advantage of the night to send letters from Toucheng, including many key generals who controlled heavy troops, Zhonglang General.

It seems that the day of manipulation of this huge country is not far off.

For a night, Changsun Wuji was busy excitedly, on the one hand, he was reporting to Li Zhi in Chang'an, countermeasures, and on the other hand, he was giving orders to the local officials of Fujian to surrender, ordering them to surrender to the Tang Dynasty.

Li Jie's seal letter was taken away with the army, so a copy of the jade seal of the king of Fujian was re-engraved, and when the eldest grandson Wuji printed it to Yang Yucheng, the governor of Southeast Asia, the sky was already dark.

"Eldest grandson Situ, the time has come, and King Zhu's enthronement ceremony is waiting for you to preside!"

"Oh?"

Listening to Cheng Wuting's reminder outside the door, the eldest grandson Wuji came back to his senses and rubbed his eyes, rearranged the edict that had been written overnight, and went out with it.

"This is sent to Chang'an, it must be sent over eight hundred miles urgently, this letter is sent to the Lingnan Governor Chandra Gupta, this letter is to Linyi Queen Fan Ziyue, and this letter is to Nanyang Governor Yang Yucheng, these letters can be slower, and they must be sent after the imperial army arrives."

A few fluttering edicts in the eyes of the eldest grandson Wuji are heavier than Mount Tai, if the transmission is successful, half of the Fujian country will not spend a single soldier into the hands of the Tang Dynasty, looking at the solemnity of the eldest grandson Wuji, Cheng Wuting, the general of Zuo Wuwei, who came with the army, also seriously knelt down on one knee and received it in his hand, and ordered his subordinates to send it out quickly.

Seeing that after the edict was issued, the eldest grandson Wuji moved his shoulders easily and smiled: "Let's go, it's time to meet those stubborn donkeys in Fujian for a while!"

At the mention of this, Cheng Wuting couldn't help but show a victorious smile, stood up solemnly, tidied up his clothes and armor, and then arched his hand: "The last general will follow the eldest grandson Situ."

The solemn and solemn palace of King Min was already overcrowded, and the ministers of Fujian who had been detained for more than three days all knelt on the ground in court clothes, not only them, but even Li Rang, who was about to succeed to the throne as King Zhu, was also quietly kneeling at the forefront under the support of Xue Zhiguan, waiting quietly.

From here, the hundreds of palace maids forcibly asked by the Guanzhong army from the palace of King Min were also lined up with flower baskets, but each one seemed unpleasant, and each palace maid had humiliation and anger on her face.

Seeing these glamorous palace maids, many Guan Zhongjun still coveted their hands and feet, and these palace maids who were angry sharply reprimanded, but in exchange for a dozen or so shameless betrayal eunuchs, they had to swallow their anger and endure it.

"Damn, hurry up!"

"Lowly Min Guoyan, don't be lazy for Lao Tzu!"

One by one, the Guanzhong army, Li Zhi's die-hard whip wheel was high, full of pride and arrogance, and in their insults, hundreds of Fujian soldiers sweated like rain and laboriously dug in the square of the palace of the king of Fujian.

The last link of the enthronement ceremony needs to go out of the city at the factory price to worship the emperor Tianhou soil in the east of the city, but the eldest grandson Wuji thinks it is too dangerous, so he simply excavates a large altar in front of the square of the main hall of King Min and worships on the spot.

In order to build the foundation of the palace, skilled craftsmen painstakingly pad several meters deep slate bricks, poor Fujian soldiers under the leather whip day and night to dig out, poor hands are planed full of blood blisters, some are still in the Guanzhong Army refused to give a break in the high-intensity labor directly tired to death.

"Damn, this group of Guanzhong guys really treat our masters as slaves!"

The miserable screams of the comrades are clearly seen in the eyes of the surrounding Fujian army, these days the eldest Sun Wuji's subordinates are domineering to the Fujian army, and they have been aggrieved for a long time, and one by one the soldiers are gritting their teeth and knocking on the city wall, eager to kill now.

Similarly, the generals of the Min State also quarreled over this.

"King Zhu is also the bloodline of His Royal Highness, the lord of Fujian, King Zhu succeeds to the throne, of course we have to go to see him." Neixiangbo, Kuitun Zhonglang led Zheng Huan, and a dozen or so generals who had written their integrity to the eldest grandson Wuji roared confidently, and on the other hand, the left and right Qianniuwei and the generals under the command of Nan Ya retorted indignantly.

"How can we Fujian people bend their knees to that bastard court in Chang'an?"

The quarrel became more and more intense, his angry face turned red, Zuo Wuhou General Sheng Lianshan's hand holding the hilt of the knife was sweating, and the green tendons on his head burst out, Sheng Lianshan turned around and roared angrily: "Brother Ye Xu, the two of us brothers have joined forces to kill these bastards who betray their masters and seek glory, Ge, Brother Ye Xu?"

Li Yexu, who was still in the corner of the tent just now, had disappeared at this time.

On the other hand, in the palace of the King of Min, the ministers of the Min State have been kneeling on the palace for a long time, even if Li Rang is cold sweat on his forehead, rubbing for a long time, the eldest grandson Wuji and his party arrived at the palace of the King of Min slowly, holding the edict of Li Zhi read out three days ago, the eldest grandson Wuji swaggered onto the Dan Palace, which was once only the King of Min and the prison state.

Coughing lightly, the eldest grandson Wuji suddenly pulled away the holy decree.

"The emperor's edict said: I heard that Li Rang, the king of Fujun, was canonized as King Zhu, and I admire this!"

The holy decree that had been read out three days ago was once again read by the eldest grandson Wuji, and Li Rang, who had been waiting for a long time, finally kowtowed to the ground with a pale face, and responded in the complicated eyes of the ministers of the Fujian State.

"Minister Li Rang, take the order!"

Re-emphasizing the suzerainty status of the Tang Dynasty, the eldest grandson Wuji gave up the Dan Palace, and let the newly sealed Zhu King Li Rang stand up, go to the Dan Hall with the holy decree, and sit on the golden lotus throne.

"The ministers knocked on King Zhu Chitose, His Royal Highness is blessed with Jin'an!"

Next time, it was the turn of the ministers of the Min State to bow.

Humiliatingly obeying the eldest grandson Wuji, looking at Xiao Li Rang, who accepted the court's congratulations, Xue Zhiguan, who was kneeling on the ground, still showed a satisfied smile.

After the ministers visited, they were canonized in order, but unfortunately Li couldn't let himself be the master in this regard, and the eldest grandson Wuji had already chosen a good candidate among the ministers of the Min Kingdom who had taken refuge in the Tang Dynasty, and for a time dozens of small officials who were originally only five grades and six grades were full of villains who stepped forward to receive the purple robe, the purple gold fish bag, and turned into six Shangshu, Fengge Luantai Order, servant shooting, for a time the Fujian court was all controlled by lackeys and scum, and this scene saw a lot of loyal ministers secretly shaking their heads, but they were helpless.

The eldest grandson Wuji also played a trick in his power trick, moving Xue Zhiguan to the powerless Ministry of Works, and Xue Zhiguan, who kowtowed, also endured it.

After canonizing the ministers, it was already afternoon, and it was finally the end of the enthronement ceremony, and I went out of the city to worship heaven and earth.

Thousands of Guanzhong troops are like guarding prisoners, surrounded layer by layer, in the middle, the newly promoted ministers and the prime minister of Shangshu are triumphantly hugging the young Zhu Wang Li out of the hall, until this time, the altar outside was hastily erected, and with the encouragement of Xue Zhiguan, Li let a person tremble and climb the altar several meters high.

Holding the long sacrificial book, the old Confucian shook his head and began to read out the obscure and long sacrificial text, and at this time, Xue Zhiguan, who had been pampered and unfazed, finally showed a little urgency, and his eyes roamed left and right in the ranks of ministers.

"Lord Xue, what are you looking for?"

The sudden voice made Xue Zhiguan shudder, and hurriedly retracted his urgency, turned his head with a calm look again, but saw the eldest grandson Wuji's face full of red light, and asked with a smile behind him.

His heart suddenly sudden, but Xue Zhiguan lowered his head calmly, and replied indifferently with a low eyebrow: "Back to the eldest grandson Situ, the lower officials didn't look for anything."

"Hehe, I'm afraid Lord Xue is not right!" The smile was a little colder, the eldest grandson Wuji clapped his hands lightly, and the next moment, Xue Zhiguan's pupils suddenly shrank sharply, and in his sight, the three lieutenant officers hung their heads and respectfully held three brocade boxes.

Three living people, three dead people, is Xue Zhiguan's plan for a long time, and the nail planted in the Guanzhong army, he intends to play a role at this time, and join forces with the peripheral Fujian army to take down the Guanzhong army that invaded Fujian in one fell swoop.

At this time, even the sophisticated Xue Zhiguan couldn't help but tremble, and raised his hand in disbelief to point at the three living captains and asked angrily, "You, why did you betray this official?"

"Adults can betray the King of Min, why do you ask us again?" Holding the head box, the three captains mocked in unison, their faces turned pale, Xue Zhiguan staggered back, looking at the eyes of the eldest grandson Wuji, but he became more and more proud, smiled and shook his head, and then ignored Xue Zhiguan, who was full of anger and guilt, and walked to the front of the sacrifice.

At this time, the incomprehensible sacrificial text has been read to the end, in addition to Xue Zhiguan, the ministers once again knelt at the foot of the altar, at the same time, the Danfeng Gate was opened, and thousands of Fujian officers and soldiers were also pouring in.

As long as these generals also bow down under the altar and recognize Li Rang's throne, then Guanzhong will completely control the general situation, and the rich rice and fertile land of Fujian will completely fall into the domination of Chang'an, all of which is promoted by himself, full of pride, the eldest grandson Wuji holds his fat arm, squinting and waiting for the moment of worship.

But seeing that the Fujian **** generals were only about 100 meters away from the altar, they suddenly stopped collectively, this change immediately caught the eldest grandson Wuji off guard, and waited for half a minute, and the shocked eldest grandson Wuji couldn't help but come forward and shouted: "You haven't come to meet King Zhu quickly!"

"Eldest grandson Wuji, are you ordering Lonely?"

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