Usurpation of power to win the world, ordinary people rarely see, but it is also repeatedly recorded in the history books, under normal circumstances, even if you take the imperial seal, there will be endless twists and turns, the dynasty is not a sect, it has a law, you dare to subvert the law, your throne will deviate from orthodoxy, and there will be endless troubles.

Therefore, even if the white wolf ancestor of the Li Chi family has a big corner, he has to be gentle.

Huairou first targeted the ministers, followed by the Confucian, because the former is powerful, and the latter occupies the right to speak......

The burial king faced this group of ministers, and faced the great Confucianism flying high in front of the Confucian Temple: "I was indeed the prince canonized by the imperial dynasty, but dare to ask the ministers, all the great Confucians, is Dongfang Li, the emperor of the founding dynasty of the Dongfang clan, also the prince canonized by the Jun dynasty?" He can take the world of the Jun family, why can't the descendants of the Jun family take the world of him? ”

The people in the city were stunned for a moment, this is very reasonable, and the reason is detailed in the previous commentary......

But the prime minister must be flying: "Four hundred years ago, the Jun clan was perverse, the army was reckless, the people were not able to make a living, the imperial dynasty was exhausted, and the Dongfang clan began to replace it. ”

That's the answer!

The dynasty has a number of qi, and when the number of qi is exhausted, there will be no way of heaven if it does not die, and it is justified to destroy it.

The Burial King sighed softly: "Four hundred years ago, the ancestors of the Jun clan launched several wars, and there were indeed them, but do you know why they had to start a big war? Just because the place of burial was originally taken from the hands of the demons, and this place was originally the front line of the battlefield, how can you protect the country if you don't think about war? If you don't think about war, how can you protect the hundreds of millions of people in the burial state? And the Dongfang clan is indeed not thinking about war, but what is the result of not thinking about war? The city of Fuzhou retreated 5,000 miles away, and there were originally thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in Fuzhou, but now there are only 3,000 li left, and there were originally 4 billion people in Fuzhou, but now there are less than 200 million! This is the result of not thinking about war! ”

The prime minister said: "In the past four hundred years, why has the dynasty not thought of war? The first emperor integrated the cultivation of the Tao, integrated the Wendao, and resisted the demon army together, and there was peace and stability in today's burial state, and now the bones of the first emperor are not cold, and you buried the king with a sword and soldiers, and seized the throne without a bottom line, where is the law of the dynasty? Where is the last wish of the soldiers on the bloody battlefield for 400 years? Where are the 180 million people buried in the state? ”

The more he talked, the more excited he became.

The team of officials behind him was thrilled again.

The people in half of the city were also infected by his words and were also excited......

The burial king looked up to the sky and laughed, and the laughter covered the whole city: "Haha, the bones of the first emperor are not cold, you have to take a look, how did this bones come from!" It is this rebel son who kills the king! This son has no king, no father, lawlessness, and is truly bottomless! ”

The prime minister was furious: "You spew blood! ”

"Exactly, it is really ...... to use swords and soldiers, kill the emperor of orthodoxy, and dare to frame blame."

The Burial King waved his hand violently: "This son is not dead!" I will ask the Confucian Temple to make a move, and ask him if he kills the king, whether he colludes with foreign races and demons, and sees if I spew blood! ”

The people of the city are all eyes on the Temple of Literature.

On the top floor of the Burial Flower Pavilion, a row of cold sweat suddenly oozed from Zhuge Qingfeng's forehead......

Du Bing's face on the other side completely changed: "This ...... This is what Lin Su is really targeting! He...... He wants to track down behind the scenes, what should he do? ”

Zhuge Qingfeng's hair was windless, and his face was pale: "Damn!" ”

Two words, with endless coldness......

colluded with the four princes to cause trouble and used Li Daonian to pull Yao Chi to take the blame, his methods can not be described as unclever, because he calculated correctly, the temple could not stand for Lin Su, and the temple could not interfere in the change of imperial power.

The new emperor is on the throne, the rules are formulated by him, the Yao Pond is in the water, Lin Su must be anxious, who can trace the most secret inside story through this layer of fog?

However, Lin Su manipulated the burial king to directly subvert the imperial power, directly take down the four princes, and also wanted the holy way to wash his heart, this washing, all the behind the scenes will be washed out, Yaochi will be whitewashed, and a large number of alien races behind the four princes will be exposed, and he Zhuge Qingfeng will also be exposed!

This is Lin Su, in one move, the offense and defense are completely changed.

He Zhuge Qingfeng, this super wisdom genius who plays with wisdom like a fish in water, is also really panicked.

The people of the city were silent, and the topic led to the temple, and they did not know the attitude of the temple.

Of course, there were a lot of people who were eager to see the temple standing.

The Burial King has gone from being a spoiler at the beginning to now controlling the whole situation, and the city is full of blood and corpses, and they hope that the temple will stand up and make a determination of today's events.

And above the Temple of Literature, the watchman He Jingzhong's heart was like a storm......

God testifies that he really did not participate in the murder of the four princes, and he doesn't even know the cause, process, and result of this matter, but he is a member of the Law Palace! The Law Palace and the Soldier Saint are opposites, but the Law Palace cannot be attached to anything that the Soldier Saint and Lin Su are happy to see.

This is the consensus that all people in the Dharma Palace should have.

Therefore, in the face of the invitation of the burial king, He Jingzhong did not react......

Lin Su's gaze turned over: "Isn't it convenient for Elder He to interfere?" ”

He Jingzhong said in a deep voice: "The temple does not interfere in the change of imperial power, it has been repeated too many times today, Mo Feilin often does he still want to interfere?" ”

Lin Su said: "Let people tell a few words of truth, it can't be regarded as meddling in the change of imperial power, right?" ”

As soon as the voice fell, his eyebrows suddenly lit up, and a beam of Wendao holy light fell at the feet of the burial king, enveloping the four princes on the ground......

The body of the fourth prince on the ground shook, and he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were dull......

The eyes of the whole city were all in unison, and their hearts were pounding.

In the restaurant, an elderly Confucian stared at the Temple of Literature: "The temple really answered the request of the burial king......

"Does this mean ......?" the other Confucian next to him only said six words, and stopped abruptly......

Although the words are not finished, who doesn't understand the meaning?

What he was really trying to say was: Could it be that the temple approved of the burial of kings?

Otherwise, why accede to his request? Did you really use the Holy Way to cleanse your heart?

The prime minister and his colleagues stared at the Temple of Literature in surprise, and their hearts were empty in an instant......

Behind them, almost all the literati were also stupid......

They stood up, believing that they had great righteousness in their hands, and they also killed the burial king, they knew that if the burial king wanted to really sit on the throne, it was impossible to kill them directly.

The burial king was also worried about the Temple of Literature.

The Temple of Literature did make a move, but it was at the request of the burial king.

This position can be seen by the blind.

In this way, how can the literati team resist? Even the most majestic towers behind them raised each other's flags......

The burial king bowed deeply to the Confucian Temple: "Thank you!" ”

Then he faced the four princes on the ground: "Dongfang Pavilion, say!" Do you kill kings? ”

"Yes!"

As soon as the word came out, the whole city exploded......

With just this one word, the four princes will never have a chance to be on the throne, and an empire will never accept the person who killed the king and killed his father to succeed to the throne, because this is about the law and the human ethics - those who conspire to assassinate their fathers are not as good as animals, they are not worthy of being humans, and they still want to be kings?

"Say, how did you kill it?"

"I sent the Yaochi outcast Li Daonian to kill him......"

The black pot planted on the top of the Yao Chi is solved in one sentence.

"Who else is behind you?"

"It is the poet saint Zhuge Qingfeng who gives me the idea, and it is the Fire Clan, the Wing Clan, the Jin Clan, and the Shi Clan who contribute to me......"

The teacup in Zhuge Qingfeng's palm of the Burial Flower Pavilion shattered into pieces with a pop......

"Childe, hurry up!" Du Bing's voice came, as if it came from the depths of hell.

Zhuge Qingfeng slowly raised his head, his eyes were frantic for the first time in his life......

The question of the burial of the king is not over yet......

"If you get the throne, what will you give them in return?"

"The Fire Clan has the land of Narrow-Yang City and the following Xingzhou, the Wing Clan has to fly to the Seventy-two Valleys of the Peak, the Shi Clan has the hometown of Jinsha, and the Jin Clan has ...... The Holy Family of Poetry has to bury three hundred and twenty-one positions in the state literary circle......"

The audience detonated instantly!

In a restaurant, an old Confucian shot up: "Ridiculous! ”

Another old Confucian also took the case: "Exactly! Because of their participation in the murder of the monarch, the twelve alien races actually divided the land of the burial state, and they directly accounted for half of the three thousand miles of land! ”

"What's even more ridiculous, my country's literature and Taoism have fallen into the hands of the poet saint!"

"What is this going to do? What exactly is it going to do? ”

"What's even more terrifying is that the Fire Clan occupies the Kouyang City after the Guancheng, and the three hundred miles around the Kouyang City are all owned by the Fire Clan, so isn't the Guancheng between the Demon Race and the alien race? They directly choked the throat of Guancheng, if the Fire Clan made a rebellion, how would Guancheng still be guarded? ”

"According to the old decay, this is not if! It's inevitable! The Fire Clan is originally a foreign race, and the fornication with the Demon Clan has a long history, once it occupies the Kouyang City, how can there be a reason not to make trouble behind the city? This is not the new emperor, this is a demon, if he is allowed to succeed to the throne, my burial state will be a demon domain in the blink of an eye! ”

"The Dongfang clan is perverse!"

"Exactly! The Dongfang clan is not worthy of being a king! ”

"Support the Burial King's accession to the throne!" The first call for enthronement erupted in the restaurant.

The whole city was full of support.

In front of the burial king, the group of ministers, all sweaty and heavily shirted, the four princes they supported opened their mouths under the holy way, and they felt a strong crisis......

At this moment, Lin Su's eyebrows moved, and the light of the Holy Dao covered their group.

Their consciousness was instantly confused......

The burial king faced the prime minister: "Prime minister, let's talk about it, what role did you play in this case of killing the monarch and betraying the country......

The prime minister's eyes were glazed and he began to answer......

The capital is silent......

The capital is full of undercurrents......

The people of the capital went from surprise to anger, from anger to anger......

The literati went from confusion to shock, and then to rage......

Who would have thought that today's accession to the throne would be so ironic?

The monarch killed his brother and colluded with twelve alien races......

The prime minister colluded with the demons and has always been the spokesperson of the demons......

The scholar of Wenyuan Pavilion colluded with the Yi Clan, he has always been the spokesperson of the Yi Clan, and even his granddaughter married the Yi Clan......

Gongyuan and Hanlin Temple are all the same!

The entire court hall was stirred into a pot of porridge by the demon race, the alien demon race.

The people before and after are glamorous, all of them are illusions, they are all spokespersons of various forces, this is the tradition of burial state, people who do not have the collusion of forces, they cannot gain a foothold in the court at all.

The families that are not connected by forces have even been wiped out.

The great families left behind, and the cultivation sects left behind, almost all had an affair with a foreign race, an affair with the demon race, or an affair with these spokespersons......

This is our burial state!

This is the homeland we thought was peaceful!

At this moment, the seeds of anger took root and turned into a wave that swept through the city......

"Your Majesty, please ascend the throne!"

At the front of the Golden Palace, a literati led the way, kneeling down with a tom and crying.

Around him, hundreds of people knelt down together, and this time, it was like toppling dominoes, starting from Qinglong Avenue, the wave of kneeling swept the whole city, and half of the people knelt down.

Without this interrogation, the burial of the king would have won the world, I am afraid it would be a protracted process of cleaning up the hearts of the people, but the deepest inside story of this dynasty was revealed layer by layer, and the entire capital was furious.

Their anger is to completely overthrow this dynasty, and it is to cast their votes for those who are on the opposite side of the dynasty!

The person on the opposite side of this dynasty is the burial king!

The Burial King's eyes swept over the city, his body seemed to be exceptionally tall and majestic at the moment, and he slowly spoke: "I left the burial area and entered the capital this time, and I did not regard the throne as a ninety-five throne, but regarded it as a battlefield!" I have three words to give to the world, one of them, after ascending the throne, all those who have fornication with foreign races and demons will be eradicated, and a clean air will be buried in the state! ”

"Good!" Thousands of people below shouted in unison.

"Second, from today on, all people of different races are not allowed to enter my burial state without permission, otherwise, there will be no forgiveness!"

"Good!" 100,000 people below shouted in unison.

"Third, I will go out of the city with my Italian soldiers to recover the 5,000 miles of land that was buried by the Dongfang clan five hundred years ago, let me bury the state, and return to the heyday of our ancestors!"

"Good!" Millions of people shouted in unison, and the capital seemed to be completely torn apart by this roar......

In the Temple of Literature, He Jingzhong slowly raised his head.

A strand of white hair on his forehead danced in the wind.

The rhetoric outside, the shouting outside, sounded far away in the Temple of Literature, but the endless undercurrent still surged into his heart through the separation line of the Temple of Literature.

"In the past, I also heard that Lin Changxing can cover a country by himself, but he has never seen it with his own eyes, and today he ......"

His voice stopped abruptly, because if he continued to talk about it, it would probably be another dispute that he would never understand, a dispute over whether Lin Su would participate in the change of imperial power.

Outwardly, he was absolutely not involved.

He was on the sidelines the whole time.

The only participation is to borrow a ray of holy light from the burial king to help him wash his heart.

But this participation, he has already given a definition in advance: let a few people tell a few truths, it is not considered to subvert the imperial power, right?

Theoretically, how can it be considered subversion of imperial power if people tell the truth?

But, in fact, it was these few truths that subverted the imperial power.

For those who are baptized by the Holy Word cannot speak anything.

is also because his wisp of Wendao holy light is emitted from the Temple of Literature, representing a special meaning that can only be understood and cannot be spoken-God testifies that the effect of this meaning is stronger than the sword in the hands of the Burial King, because it is a heart-attacking ......

Only He Jingzhong, the watchman, knew that this ray of holy light had nothing to do with the Temple of Literature.

It was this bastard who came to the Temple of Literature as a guest and forcibly tied up the Temple of Literature.

A lot of things are ridiculous, but, after a few rounds of absurdity, it is a reasonable result......

Lin Su smiled lightly: "Farewell!" ”

The next moment, he stepped out, became invisible in the air, and landed in a room.

In the middle of the room, a woman stood in front of the window, and as soon as she felt something strange behind her, she turned back.

Jiang Yun.

Jiang Yun's eyes were full of excitement: "Xianggong, it's really done!" ”

"Is your father-in-law really bullish?" Lin Su hugged her waist, breathing and smelling, full of fragrance.

Jiang Yun stood on tiptoe, and Sakura's lips pressed against his: "Then you still need to say?" Subverting the imperial power of a country, for Xianggong, is as difficult as carrying me to bed. ”

Lin Su smiled: "Is this a hint?" Prompt me to carry you to bed? ”

Jiang Yunbai glanced at him: "You are a villain, and you don't look at when, in broad daylight, and it is also at the enthronement ceremony of the burial king......"

"In the daytime, I wave my hand at night, and when the enthronement ceremony reaches this point, there is no need to pay attention." With a slight wave of Lin Su's hand, the room really turned into night.

Jiang Yun was surprised: "You're really here......"

"What's really fake, get some sleep first, relax and relax, there's a bunch of things to do......"

If there is no second half of the sentence, Jiang Yun will definitely not agree, but based on the relaxation of a bunch of things to do, how can she go against her wishes?

As a result, Jiang Yun was succeeded by him in broad daylight......

After succeeding, she gasped in his arms for a long time, and finally spoke: "Before you entered the house, I contacted my grandfather, and the people he sent didn't find Zhuge Qingfeng. ”

"It's good I didn't find it!"

Jiang Yun's eyes widened, and he looked at him in a daze: "Why...... Didn't find it? ”

"There is a saying in the world: If you can run, a monk can't run the temple, have you ever thought about it, little baby, what I want is not Zhuge Qingfeng at all, but the temple behind him?"

Jiang Yun gently spit out four words: "Poetry Saint Holy Family!" Is it? ”

Lin Su kissed her lips lightly: "Remove two words!" ”

"Remove the two words...... Oh my God...... Xianggong, you ...... you" Jiang Yun bounced up suddenly, her chest rose and fell sharply, and she couldn't spit out a word of the words behind.

The Holy Family of Poetry, remove two of the four words, which two are removed?

The Holy Family of Poetry is already a behemoth in the world, comparable to the Imperial Dynasty, if someone Lin pointed the finger at this Holy Family, his spirit would have been earth-shattering.

But removing two words is even more unimaginable.

He was pointing the finger at...... Poetry saint!

"Don't worry, it's a game of chess!" Lin Su said: "Zhuge Qingfeng spent a year, played the first half of the game, the second half of the game, it's my turn!" ”

"Where do you want to go?"

"The next step is naturally to go to the Holy House of Poetry."

"When will you go?"

"Now!" Lin Su said: "So baby, I really don't have to complain in broad daylight, the most important thing is that you and I may not be able to see each other for a while, so, in your favorite way, say goodbye to you......"

As soon as his lips fell, he dipped on Jiang Yun's lips, grinded, his hand fell downward, pinched something and rubbed it, however, it disappeared......

Jiang Yun wanted to refute him, saying that I didn't like this way, but the little villain had already slipped away......

Outside the window, the funeral king who has returned from the sacrifice came to the outside of the Confucian Temple, stepping on the red carpet set up by the Oriental Pavilion of the Four Princes, sitting on the chariot that the new emperor had just sat on, the red lanterns hanging on the city tower along the way, and the red lanterns hanging on the street were all set up by the Four Princes.

Just like Lin Su said, the enthronement ceremony, you are not familiar with the process, and I am not familiar with it, but it doesn't matter, the four princes are familiar, and the court officials are familiar, let them set up the stage, and then we will use his cauldron, and put down our Yangchun noodles, saving worry and effort.

If the fourth prince hears this, it is estimated that he will die of anger.

In fact, even if he didn't hear this, sitting in the prison car and watching all this with his own eyes, the four princes still spurted a mouthful of blood into the sky......

Yes, the difference from the previous enthronement ceremony is here, the burial king ascended the throne, and there is a team below that is particularly conspicuous, that is, headed by the four princes, supplemented by more than 300 court officials, a special viewing group, they are in the prisoner car, witnessing the burial king's enthronement.

The burial king is exactly the same as before.

Entering from the Xuanwu Gate, passing by the avenues in front, the corpses on the avenues have been removed, and the blood has been washed throughout the city according to the rules of the water system, which is cleaner than just now.

The breeze came slowly, and it seemed to completely eliminate the thrill just now.

Go to the Temple of Takwen.

The unexpected still came.

The Confucian Temple watchman did not appear.

The Burial King looked at the Temple of Literature for a long time, his eyes slowly narrowing......

He Jingzhong, the watchman, also looked at him quietly on the third floor......

The people around were all stunned......

Didn't the Temple of Literature support the burial king just now? How do you drop this chain at this time?

The funeral king smiled lightly: "The first pillar of incense, respect the sky!" ”

With a slight wave of his hand, a pillar of incense was inserted on the desk, and the solid white jade case was directly penetrated by this pillar of incense.

"The second pillar of incense, respectfully!"

This pillar of incense is inserted into the jade case again.

"The third pillar of incense, salute!"

The third pillar of incense passed through the white jade incense case in front of him.

There were cracks all over the incense case, and the eyes of He Jingzhong, the watchman, fell from above, and his pupils contracted suddenly.

Because of the cracks on this incense case, four words are formed: Good for yourself!

This crack is not visible at eye level.

The city is not visible.

If there is only one person who can be seen, it is He Jingzhong!

The Burial King's eyes narrowed and glanced at him, and this glance was cold and piercing.

The three-pillar incense was inserted into the incense case, but it was not inserted in the incense burner, but directly inserted on the board.

The rift that has been formed is a warning!

He Jingzhong's face turned blue, but his anger did not turn into action.

for he knew who the king of burial was.

The burial king is different from the previous emperors, he is essentially the sect master, he has been cultivating in the burial area for hundreds of years, and his actions are really unscrupulous, if you annoy him, he may really directly level the Confucian Temple.

Other emperors dare to level the Temple of Literature, that is to find death.

But does he care?

He has already said that he came to be an emperor not in essence to be an emperor, but to participate in war.

Since he is participating in the war, in the face of any enemy, he dares to show his sword of the gods.

The worst thing is that the overall structure of the temple has changed somewhat.

The military family has a family of several saints, and they really have the confidence to flip the table, in case he, the watchman, has a conflict with the burial king, what the result will be, it's really hard to say......

The Burial King waved his hand lightly: "The ceremony is over!" Back to the palace! ”

As soon as the four words fell, his fat body sat on the chariot and officially returned to the palace.

This time, the palace is buried in the land of the state, and the wind and clouds are fissioning......

(End of chapter)