After resting for a month, just when Mi Rong was just able to walk on the ground with that strange device, I hope that most of the soldiers of the legion also need to say goodbye to Lu Jiazhen, otherwise the old head of Wen Lun will probably be so anxious that he will blow his beard and stare at him. The people were eagerly looking forward to witnessing the enthronement of the new king, and it was unreasonable to delay the great day of the whole country's jubilation.

When the dragon monster finally flew over Dongyang City, Qi Lang felt that his head was going to be dizzy - it turned out that the grassland in front of the city gate, which was only five or six hectares, could accommodate more than 100,000 people, but they looked too dense, and Qi Lang even suspected that they would lack oxygen to their brains.

The ensuing series of complicated procedures did not leave any impression on Qi Lang, who only felt that he was a puppet, following behind a smiling white-bearded monk, repeating those stiff and unaesthetic strange movements again and again. Kneeling, saluting, clenching his fists and raising his hands, putting on the deadly heavy crown, and reading aloud the paper that was full of writing - speaking of that document, it must have been written by the newly surrendered brother Chengxin, although Qi Lang's reading speed was very slow, he was still stuck no less than ten times, and thanks to the old man Man Yushu who made annotations on it, otherwise Qi Lang would have mispronounced more than 30 rare words.

The enthronement ceremony tossed for a whole afternoon, and the people below had already shouted out their voices, but they were still guarding the foot of the city wall with red faces and red ears, and they were so excited that they couldn't control themselves. And in order not to disappoint those loyal fans, Qi Lang had to keep a smile on his face at all times, which put his facial muscles to the test, and he could swear to the noble monk. The level of pain definitely exceeded the injuries in the meridians in his body.

When the solemn evening bell finally rang. The enthronement ceremony can be considered complete. The dazed Qi Lang finally remembered only Gulf's giggling and weird grin, and Mi Rong and Joanna shaking their heads helplessly. This so-called enthronement ceremony proved in the end that the formidable king was not a fearless warrior, and if the same ceremony were repeated, he would have surrendered with his hands held high.

However, the enthronement ceremony was only the beginning of the torture, and at the subsequent dinner, Qi Lang realized that the pain he would have to endure was far more than that. The kingdom has just been re-established. Almost every job required manpower, which was a great problem for him, because the manpower that Qi Lang was familiar with was actually only his one hundred and ten brothers plus some of the commanders of the rebel army, and he knew very well that in the hands of the people he trusted the most, except for Jira, who was very interested in politics, the biggest specialty of the others was to participate in battles.

"What should I do?" was the first question that the fearsome King Zonghao asked his fearless subordinates after his inauguration.

"A toast first. This was the first bad idea of Gulf. "There seems to be an old saying in the Middle-earth language, which says that there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain. Anyway, you're already here, enjoy it first. ”

Qi Lang ignored him at all: "Wise Jila, tell me, what should I do?"

Jira stood up as if she were in shape, and raised her glass as well: "Gurf is right, toast first, toast to the rest of us, and when you drink this one, I'm sure someone will teach you what to do." He squeezed his eyes at Qi Lang, looking confident.

"Okay. Qi Lang saw that what Jira's eyes were pointing to was Mr. Wen Lun, and hurriedly picked up his wine glass and gave way to that side, "Can I give you a glass, Captain Wen?"

Head Wen raised his glass and smiled: "According to the past tradition, the king of the Zonghao Kingdom will be the busiest person in this country, and it has only been half a day, and my king will retreat?"

Qi Lang tilted his neck and drained the cup of liquor that was so spicy that it was breathless. "Honestly, a little. He smiled self-deprecatingly, "But it's not that I'm intimidated by the busyness, it's that I don't think this job is for me." How to put it, in fact, I told you and President Man, and I never wanted to be a king. Perhaps the commander of the Ranger Shen Sushan was saying my wish that day, I wanted to be a warrior, a warrior who belonged to the world, a warrior who fought for freedom. ”

Wen Lun and Man Yushu glanced at each other, their eyes were very complicated, as if they were hesitating who should say the key words.

At this time, Gila coughed lightly, and stood up again: "I have a suggestion, I am afraid that the faithful subjects will be upset when they hear it." ”

"You didn't even say anything, how did you know we would be upset. Wen Lun's tone was very relieved, "We all know very well that you warriors were born and died together with Your Majesty, and they have nothing to say to each other, and your suggestions will definitely not be unfavorable to our king, as long as you don't suggest that my king give up the throne and go back to be your commander, we will not be unhappy." ”

Jira smiled and blinked: "Wow, Mr. Wen, you blocked my way, I just want him to be our commander again, after all, your majesty is not suitable for changing the title, and our good brothers are not very suitable for it." ”

After a period of contact, Wen Lun had already understood Jila's temperament, and heard that there was a deep meaning in his words, and it seemed to be in line with his own judgment, so he did not show the slightest displeasure on his face, but sat there with a smile.

But Zuo Luqing, who was extremely angry, stopped doing it, and slapped the table and jumped up: "What kind of bastard is this? Our brothers are working hard to get my king back on this throne, and whoever dares to encourage him to give up this throne, I will not agree to be the first one in Qi Fifteen!"

Jira stuck out his tongue: "Fifteenth brother, please dissipate your anger, of course this throne cannot be given up, and I assure you that if anyone dares to threaten the throne of our commander, no matter how bad my Jira is, I will dare to fight with him." He turned his gaze back to the two elders: "But in my opinion, it is just a position, like a spiritual sustenance, a spiritual motivation for the suffering civilians to continue to struggle, are you right, two gentlemen?"

Wen Lun was noncommittal, but Man Yushu nodded unconsciously.

So Jira walked out of her place, walked to Qi Fifteen's side, touched the cup with him, and continued: "I have studied a few, of course, many of them are from books, but it should be the same truth. Managing a country is a great responsibility, and it has never been something that one person can bear, and there have been many outstanding emperors in this world, and they have done a lot of immortal deeds, but in the end, when they make mistakes at critical moments, the hard-earned foundation is ruined - everyone makes mistakes, doesn't they?"

What Jira was trying to express, Qi Lang seemed to understand a little - it was probably the same as his previous role in the Hope Legion, calling on a group of hot-blooded brothers to work towards a common goal, but he himself was only acting as a spiritual leader, and his real identity was still that commander, still the incomparably powerful warrior, and as for the management and other problems that caused him a lot of headaches, he was left to a specialized person like Jira to take care of.

"Yes, I'm sure I'm going to make a mistake, and as Mr. Wuchen pointed out before, I'm not really a competent commander. Qi Lang regained his composure, walked to Jila's side, and bowed deeply to the two gentlemen, Wen Lun and Man Yushu, who were so frightened that they almost rolled off their seats, "And I also know very well that I am too young for the throne behind me, and the slightest mistake may affect the safety of a country." Of course, I'll do my best, but honestly, that's not what I'm best at. ”

Wen Lun couldn't sit still any longer, he coughed lightly, stood up and saluted Qi Lang: "Since Your Majesty said so, we must also talk about the ideas we originally discussed, there may be some inappropriateness in it, but please Your Majesty must not doubt our loyalty." ”

Man Yushu also stood up and stayed by Wen Lun's side to show support.

Qi Lang smiled and waved his hand: "Of course I don't doubt it, I'm listening." ”

This idea has been around for a long time, and was deeply explored by the first king when he was listening to the teachings of Mr. Luo Wu. Wen Lun said slowly, "As Brother Jila said, the meaning of the throne is to give faith to the people, and it is the spiritual pillar of the whole country. In the troubled times, my king's body rose up, hit the water in the middle stream, and with an order, the Quartet responded in groups, which is the role of the spiritual pillar. ”

Speaking of this, Wen Lun paused, and his tone slowed down slightly: "And when the royal power has been established and the whole country will move forward steadily, it is the law that really governs the country. For example, our king is like a battle flag in the army, always guiding the direction of the army's charge, but the person who raises the flag is not a single person, but a set strategy agreed upon by our generals to ensure that the battle flag points in the right direction......"

"Mr. Wen was not clear enough. Jira laughed, "Of course, it would be more appropriate for these words to be said by outsiders like us." Do you mean that the task of distributing power and inspiring the spirit should be entrusted to a brave man like the formidable king, and that such a brain-wrenching task as managing the country should be entrusted to you, wise men who worry about the country and the people, right?"

Wen Lun and Man Yushu hurriedly bowed, saying that they didn't dare.

And Qi Lang was already smiling and Jira slapped his hands: "You are simply a clever ghost, I should really make you a big official!"

Jira grinned and shrugged, "It's a pity that you've handed over that power." Also, I want to be able to keep my status as a warrior. (To be continued......)