"You dare to come in!"

"If you take one step, you will die, and the ten clans will all die!"

"Piff, stop!"

The Wenchen doctors wanted to scare Song Jingxian, and they blushed and intimidated with thick necks.

However, they didn't know that Song Jingxian looked handsome, but he was a ruthless man who dared to stab Zhao Gan without hesitation when everyone hesitated.

Song Jingxian admires Zhao Zheng, and he loves Zhao Zheng's domineering so much that he throws himself to the ground.

Zhao Zheng let him in, then he dared to enter.

Zhao Zheng walked iron-clad without a trace of hesitation, and Song Jingxian did not have a trace of hesitation and vacillation.

Amidst a mess of swearing and intimidation, he strode forward with his head held high.

Listening to the footsteps behind him, Zhao Zheng was very satisfied.

This is the result he wants.

He, Zhao Zheng, is the emperor and the master of Great Yan.

Song Jingxian is his person, it is enough to listen to him, and the weapons are also weapons, so there is no need to listen to the gossip of those masters who follow the rules.

If Song Jingxian thinks too much, then he has ambitions, and his ambitions are very low-level, although Zhao Zheng will still give him the title of king with a different surname, but it is an explanation to the soldiers outside, and Song Jingxian will not be reused later.

"Soldiers, follow me into the temple."

After entering the Qiankun Palace, Zhao Zheng shouted again.

"Entering the Temple!!"

Song Jingxian, who consciously separated himself from Zhao Zheng by ten steps, turned around and shouted.

"Stampede, stomp, stomp."

The soldiers entered the temple in unison with their swords in hand.

"It's the other way around! It's the other way around! ”

"Zhao Zheng, you faint! The Great Yan will inevitably be destroyed in your hands! ”

"Don't respect the ancestral system! Poof! ”

The Wenchen masters are all crazy, and some people vomit blood.

Not only did Zhao Zheng bring an "unknown young general" into the hall, but he also asked these blood-stained "barbarians" to enter the hall, which was no longer simply touching their bottom line, it was simply dancing on the top line of their heavenly spirit cover.

The soldiers had solemn faces and uniform steps.

Entered the temple!

The Qiankun Palace, the most noble place in the entire Great Yan Dynasty.

Yang Wei, the prince of Zhenguo, who was kneeling outside the hall, muttered a little dejectedly: "Zhao Zheng, you are a complete madman, you are tantamount to fighting with the Manchu Dynasty doctor!" ”

"Stop! Get out! ”

A doctor ran up to him and blocked the way.

"Formation!"

These two words were shouted by Zhao Zheng.

"Kill !!"

The heavy shield ran forward, neatly lined up, and rows of halberds up to a zhang long slowly descended from the vertical height, showing the posture of stabbing forward.

Formation.

They shouted a uniform killing word from their mouths.

Only Zhao Zheng's people entered the hall, and the 20,000 dragon and tiger troops in the square saw this scene, and they were even more uncalm.

They had mixed feelings.

Envy, jealousy, injustice.

The soldiers who entered the Qiankun Hall with Emperor Kun today will definitely be written into the history books and fight with you, probably, this is the greatest glory for soldiers!

"I'm standing here, and I'll see which of you dares to move! Zhao Zheng, you are a faint king, you mess with my Great Yan ancestral system, and bad my Great Yan Etiquette Law, you will inevitably be written into the history books, and you will be stinking for thousands of years! ”

Hundreds of Wenchen stood in the way.

"Lend me a favor." Zhao Zheng glanced back at Song Jingxian's sword.

Song Jingxian trotted forward and offered his sword in both hands.

"Zheng!"

Zhao Zheng slowly unsheathed his sword and pointed forward, and said with one word: "Enter!" ”

"Advance !!"

"Step! Trample! Trample! Trample! ……”

The heavy shield forward, the military formation is stern and yin, and the halberd is poked forward.

"Zhao Zheng! You don't have to die well! Ahhh ”

Someone cursed, followed by screams.

On this day, the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty did not believe that Zhao Zheng dared to kill the doctor.

These masters, who have read the books of the sages, are the existence of the first emperor who has to give three points, and the Great Yan Dynasty has nine points of the world, all under the control of these people.

On this day, the Wenchen masters, whose mouths were more stinky and harder than those in the thatched house, retreated.

More than one step, from the door of the Qiankun Palace, retreated to the daily standing place of the court, and they were squeezed together.

The military attachés and generals all had goosebumps, they couldn't believe that what was in front of them was true, they all said that King Kun was arrogant and brutal, they saw this, but they saw the domineering of this new emperor Emperor Kun.

Refreshing! From the soles of the feet to the heavenly spirit cover.

This is a true emperor.

And not the puppet of the Wenchen clique called the "Cabinet".

Looking at the spring and autumn of the 800 years of the Great Yan Dynasty, except for the one who founded the country and fought the country, no one has such a demeanor.

Putting aside the merits and demerits, the military attaches felt that they saw the future and hope.

Just with the desperate obedience of the five thousand soldiers, this sky-high momentum, the military attaches felt that this emperor was not good.

Zhao Zheng kept stepping forward with the inferior iron sword, but the thousands of people in the Qiankun Hall no longer dared to despise him.

"Stop!"

When he arrived at the position, Zhao Zheng raised his hand.

The soldiers stopped.

Bringing troops into the temple is really not in accordance with the rules.

However, this is a necessary deterrent to those pedantic old guys, to put it bluntly, that is, the new emperor took office with three fires, he wants to show his domineering, unreasonable, it is not easy to be the emperor, he does not want to make decisions in the future, there will be a group of people jumping out to teach him to do things, and he keeps saying that he is for the country and the people at every turn, and if he doesn't listen, he will faint, and if he doesn't listen, he will hit his head against the pillar, etc......

If it is a low-martial world, Zhao Zheng is willing to play slowly.

There are immortals in this world, and he doesn't have much time to blow away a piece of heaven in one breath, how can he have kung fu to be reasonable, and strength is the last word.

Zhao Zheng walked to the throne by himself.

Dozens of people in the Wenchen group were stabbed to death, most of them were cannon fodder, and it was not about luck, some were betting that Zhao Zheng would not ruin his reputation and really let the soldiers do it, and some were betting that the soldiers at the bottom would not dare to do anything to their people wearing the official clothes of Da Yan, and when the cold halberd cut their heads away, they knew that they had lost.

There are also some people who are stupid and stay where they are, and they are also killed.

Zhao Zheng stepped onto the high platform step by step, he carried the blood-stained inferior iron sword, and sat on the seat of the Supreme Emperor of the Great Yan Dynasty.

Ancestry?

Etiquette?

The so-called confession test of the Qiankun Temple?

Literary, martial, and cultivated, no one interjected at this time, and beeped more.

Zhao Zheng sat down.

The first time he sat on the throne, Zhao Zheng frowned, it felt a little cold to the touch, and it was not too soft, and it was not as comfortable as the office chair of a certain treasure with 99 yuan and eight free shipping.

Sitting on the throne, Zhao Zheng crossed Erlang's legs, and he put the sword flat on his knees: "Soldiers, please tell them, who I am, who has the final say in this Dayan, what is the ancestral system, what is the etiquette!" ”

"Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty's system is the ancestral system!"

"Your Majesty's method of mouth is the law of etiquette!"

Thousands of troops shouted in unison, shocking the world and crying ghosts and gods.

"Ten thousand years of my emperor!" The old eunuch looked at the high-spirited Zhao Zheng on the throne, he was excited to tears, he roared in a sharp voice, and then knelt on the ground hard.

"Click!"

The soldiers who had entered from the official roads on both sides turned to both sides.

"Whoa." The generals knelt down en masse.

"Whoa." The civil officials and doctors knelt in a large area, but some of the big red robes in front of them were still standing.

"Whew!" Euphorbia front finger.

The civil officials and doctors all knelt, and the stubborn few who didn't kneel were also pulled to their knees.

Everyone shouted in unison: "My emperor is ten thousand years!! ”

Song Jingxian, who knelt on the monarch's road, led again: "Your Majesty ten thousand years!" ”

The crowd shouted: "Your Majesty for ten thousand years!! ”

Outside the Qiankun Palace, Yang Wei, who was kneeling, collapsed to the ground, "He, he actually did it, it turned out that he didn't respect the ancestral system, didn't abide by the etiquette law, didn't be recognized as the master, and he could become an emperor, ruthless enough, it was enough!" ”

But then, Yang Wei's gaze gradually became fierce, and he smiled.

"Hehehehe, doesn't that mean that if I go up, I can do it too?"