This is the dragon chair?

Huang Feihong's hands trembled and stroked it, not only him, but even Wang Tian was a little excited.

The symbol of the power of the ancient dynasty, this position, how many people were separated for his wife, and how many people were left for his bones.

This is a position of power piled up with corpses and bones, containing infinite sins, but also supreme and desirable.

It's cold to the touch, and the metallic texture makes your fingers tingle slightly.

Wang Tian came to his senses in an instant, although this dragon chair was supreme, it was not attractive to him.

He is just an ordinary person, even if he has an indescribable chance, he is still an ordinary person.

In the future, he may be growing in strength by leaps and bounds, or he may be able to wander the heavens and enjoy himself.

But after all, he is from an ordinary person's background, and the right doesn't matter.

Wanted, but the strength is super strong, not imprisoned.

I want to, but I am a confidant and at ease.

Power is both glory and imprisonment.

Wang Tian was sober and his mentality changed. Being in a special state gave him some perspective on the future. But his heart is more calm, he is not a positive person, otherwise he would not have graduated from college and lived in an empty bookstore.

He also has no lofty ideals and arrogant ambitions.

What he thinks about in his heart has always been an ordinary life, occasionally adding a touch of excitement to the blandness, that's all.

He regained his normal mind and only felt refreshed. In his mind, a black and round bead suddenly appeared, dripping and spinning, making Wang Tian unconsciously have an indescribable connection with it.

It's like, he has it, one with each other.

This kind of connection, there is no such thing as before. And at this moment, the mind changed, and this connection emerged.

"Is it true that you are only now truly confessing the Lord?".

Wang Tian was a little puzzled, but he didn't know. I tried to call, but the beads didn't move.

If it weren't for the fact that he could feel a trace of mysterious aura in his body, Wang Tian would even doubt whether this bead was real.

"What is the intention of the beads now that they are emerging?"

Wang Tian was puzzled, but he couldn't figure it out.

However, feeling the mutual integration with the beads, as if they had become one, Wang Tian felt much more at ease.

This is an inexplicable change, and it is inexplicable.

"It's not a bad thing after all!"

He thought.

The outside world is extremely quiet and somewhat depressing.

Zhao Xiaolong led a group of generals and watched Huang Feihong walk towards the dragon chair with fiery eyes.

The adoration in his eyes, even if Huang Feihong couldn't see it, he could feel it from his hot back.

His heart was not at peace.

This is the dragon chair, supreme, and now he is standing in front of him.

Huang Feihong never thought that it would be so easy to rebel, and in less than a year, he broke into the capital and entered the palace. Even the dragon chair is within reach.

The cold feeling on his fingers surfaced little by little, and Huang Feihong understood that this was the hand brother who had once again given up control of his hands. Coming into contact with that cold feeling, Huang Feihong's spirit was shocked, although he felt a little cold, but his heart was even more excited.

As soon as he turned around, he sat down without hesitation.

Boom!!!

It's too hard, and it's a little loud.

But no one laughed at him.

After all, on the high dragon chair, that tall and straight figure, as soon as he sat down, I don't know if it was an illusion, and the coercion of the sky was emanated.

Zhao Xiaolong's eyes were in a trance, and then he was the first to wake up: "I've seen my emperor!! ”

He fell to his knees, his tone deafening, as if he had shouted with all his might, and his voice echoed throughout the hall.

The more than a dozen generals behind him were also in high spirits when they heard this, and they suddenly followed and knelt on the ground, shouting loudly.

Rumble!!!

Huang Feihong's soul trembled, and his ears were buzzing. The whole person was suppressed by that momentum, but his mind was more active: "This is the emperor, high up, life and death." ”

I'm going to be the emperor?

He couldn't believe it, but looking at the group of people kneeling on the ground, Huang Feihong understood that this was true. ，

Swallowing his saliva, his hands pressed on the armrests of the dragon chair, the cold feeling made him sober, and his voice came out crisp and loud: "Get up!! ”

"Your Majesty Xie!!"

Zhao Xiaolong stood up, his eyes fiery.

Behind him, because the time was still short, a group of generals who had not yet returned to their hearts also changed their minds at this time, and their eyes were convinced.

"Your Majesty, the Cixi demon woman fled, and none of the Manchu nobles remained. A few of us occupy the capital, so let's hold it. The minister suggested that the musket army should be mobilized into Beijing, expand the production line, and consolidate the city's defense. In addition, he called on the world to convene civil servants and form a cabinet and military department. ”

"Cabinet ......" Huang Feihong looked at his hands with complicated eyes, and as soon as he tasted the darkness of imperial power, he was about to put a tight spell on himself. He was very reluctant, but remembering that he had just sat on the dragon chair and his mentality was inflated, Huang Feihong knew very well that he was not the material to be the emperor.

In that case, it is better to agree.

After all, even if he didn't agree, it was useless, Brother Hand wouldn't agree not to say it, and Zhao Xiaolong would probably oppose it.

That's it, then be a nominal emperor, at least the royal family can be passed on and will not be wiped out.

Huang Feihong thought of this, and a smile on his face: "Quasi!! ”

As soon as you enter the palace gate, it is as deep as the sea, and your eyes are false everywhere.

Huang Feihong walked into the deep palace and did not come out.

At this moment, his identity and status are no longer the same, and he can no longer run around like before.

As an emperor, as the spiritual leader of the Great Sun Legion, he is alive and more fearful and reassuring than he can be ten thousand enemies.

Everyone in the capital knew that Huang Feihong had entered the palace, and as more and more Dari troops walked into the capital with bright bald heads, the people of the capital and the families of the Manchu nobles became complicated one by one.

Seven days later, on the streets of Beijing, a long number of figures were strung out of the house by ropes, and along the street to the open space outside the city, thousands of musketeers of the Great Japanese Legion were guarding, and those who were strung out of the house knelt on the ground with a braid, and the former master turned into a slave and was about to be sold.

In the open space on the other side of the capital, countless young girls knelt on the ground, looking sad, looking around sadly.

There are bald heads all around, one counts as one, and the top of their heads glows, and their eyes are excited.

Those who can come here to stand are all people who have cut their braids and become a new dynasty, and those who do not cut their braids are all beaten into slaves according to convention, and they are slaves for the rest of their lives with braids.

Unless, they can do great things, or their descendants can do great things.

In this way, the status of minions will be removed and ordinary civilians will be restored.

For these things, Huang Feihong no longer cares. He knew that when a new dynasty was established, some privileges must be given to those new nobles. It is also necessary to make those who follow you feel that their status has been elevated. Suppressing the old aristocracy is the best means.

Of course, the best is always filled into the harem, even if he refuses it on his lips......

I, Huang Feihong, a gentleman of the Tang and Tang Dynasties, a messenger of justice, how can I have three wives and four concubines?

Hmph, that's not my Huang Feihong's nature.

Is the Three Palaces and Six Courts related to three wives and four concubines?