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The first year of Chengxing.

Holy Emperor Bintian, in order to show respect for the previous emperor, the new emperor still used the name of the Holy Emperor in the previous year. Now that a year has passed, the era name has been changed to Chengxing.

It's January, winter is over, and the weather is getting warmer.

In the county town of Shudi, it rained in Jiahan County.

It's not big, but it's endless, and it's annoying.

But the atmosphere in Kahanshire is a little different.

The number of patrol soldiers has increased significantly, and the armor on their bodies has also changed, which is different from the standard of ordinary Great Wei soldiers. I don't know when the Weizi flag on the city wall was replaced, and the big flag on the wall was reinserted, with a big "Han" character written on it. It drifted in the drizzle and spring breeze, just like the years remembered by the Shu people a hundred years ago.

The Taishou Mansion of Jiahan County has changed its appearance under the overnight rush of hundreds of craftsmen in the city, although it is not as good as the palace in Chang'an, but it also has a bit of princely appearance, as for the original Taishou, now the body has been sent to Chang'an City.

Think of it as some kind of message, or war letter.

At this moment, a man dressed in silver armor and white robes holding a sword hidden in its sheath pushed open the gate of the Taishou Mansion.

He looked like he was nearly half a hundred years old, but the aura around him was extremely condensed, and every step he took carried a strong force, but when he landed, he was silent. Obviously, his control over power has reached the point of extreme strength.

Naturally, there were many guards in the Taishou Mansion, and when they saw the faces of those who came, those guards all showed respectful and worshipful faces, and none of them stepped forward to stop them.

That's how he walked all the way to the council hall of the Taishou Mansion.

The door was open, and inside sat many people dressed as scholars and Confucian scholars, as if they were discussing these things. When the man stepped inside, the hall where there was a lot of quarrel suddenly fell silent.

They looked at the man in front of them, perhaps because the momentum that permeated his body was so terrifying that with just one glance, these Confucian scholars lowered their heads and said no more.

The man ignored the reactions of the people around him, and he continued to stride forward until he came to the court, and then he knelt respectfully towards the people on the stage.

"Minister Zhao Ning greets the lord!" the man bowed and said.

And the one sitting on the stage was actually because of the girl who was about twenty-nine years old, she lowered her eyebrows and looked like a sinking fish and a goose.

She held a lute in her arms, and behind her stood a woman.

The woman was quite old, and her face was full of wrinkles, but her expression was unusually cold, and she stood there like an old tree with intricate roots, without a word or a single expression.

The girl seemed to be quite afraid of the woman behind her, she saw the comer, and glanced at the woman behind her with some doubts, and only then did the woman nod imperceptibly, and the girl turned to the comer.

"General Zhao, please get up. ”

Her voice was soft, but with a slight trill, she was obviously not used to being in a high position.

"Thank you, lord!" Zhao Ning got up, glanced around at the Confucian scholars around him, and continued: "When I came, I watched your colleagues talk happily, I don't know what it is?"

He asked this very politely, but the starlight in his eyes still made everyone present feel a chill on their scalps, and they were silent for a while.

It wasn't until after a few breaths that the old man with a white beard mustered up the courage to come out of the crowd.

"The old man has seen General Zhao, he has heard of the general's deeds for a long time, and now he sees it..." The old man's words were not finished, but he heard Zhao Ning's sudden cold snort, interrupting his life.

"Sir, you don't have to say this, Zhao doesn't like it, let's just say what you are talking about. Zhao Ning said.

"It's... It's..."Zhao Ning seems to have a handsome face, and his body still has a bit of Confucianism, but when he speaks, he doesn't know whether it is intentional or unintentional, and the murderous aura emitted by his body is something that only people who have been on the battlefield for a long time and have experienced the sea of corpses and blood. The old man's heart was cold, he put away his whiskers and patted the horse, and said bluntly: "We are discussing who should be appointed as the emperor. ”

"Oh?" Zhao Ning raised his eyebrows, as if he was quite interested. "Then you will, but who will appoint?"

"Hanzhong Taishou, Lu Wucheng, known as the name of the appearance, and the royal family, can be the emperor of the Han Dynasty. ”

The old man arched his hand.

"Lu Wucheng, the grandson of Lu Xiangnan, when the Wei army attacked, his ancestors looked at the wind and descended, and this person was the emperor. Isn't Mr. Mo wanting us to play another drama with him about surrender?"

Zhao Ning replied.

Cold sweat suddenly appeared on the old man's forehead, and he continued: "That Xichuan Lu Bo is a Confucian in the world. There is a lot of prestige in Shu and can be the emperor of the Han Dynasty. ”

"Uncle Lu is more than seventy years old, and he is virtuous, but he can succeed in his career, and he is not enterprising enough. Zhao Ning shook his head again.

The sweat on the old man's forehead became thicker and thicker, he glanced at the girl on the stage, and said: "Lu Changyue, who has always had the reputation of bravery, is expected to ......die in ten years."

"Hahaha!" Before the old man's words fell, Zhao Ning laughed, "Sir, do you think that I am one or two stars away from Shudi?"

Before the old man could respond, the momentum around him was shocked, and a spirit as vast as the sea swept away, only to hear the sound of a dragon's groan, and a huge white dragon phantom appeared behind Zhao Ning.

The old man's face froze when he heard this, "Then with the general's meaning, who is the most secure emperor?" the old man asked.

"Who is the emperor?" Zhao Ning seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, and he said: "After the Duan Emperor Lu is placed in front of you, what do you think?"

When those Confucian scholars heard this, their faces changed, and the old man at the head hurriedly said: "Since the Shang and Zhou dynasties, the imperial system has been passed down for thousands of years, but there has never been a case of a woman being the emperor. ”

"How about going against the sky?" Zhao Ning said with a smile, "When we get up from the grave, what we do is against the sky!"

Zhao Ning said, the long sword that had been holding in his hand suddenly flicked, and the sword fell steadily in front of the girl's case with a scabbard.

"This sword is the sword of Taizu that cut the snake, named Long Yan, Taizu once said that those who can open this sword can inherit the emperor's business. This woman deserves to be the Emperor of Han, just try it!"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of everyone present who were still quite critical changed and turned their heads to look at the girl sitting on the high platform.

The girl was obviously not used to such a gaze, but in Zhao Ning's encouraging eyes, after a slight hesitation, she still picked up the long sword in front of the desk.

Under the gaze of everyone, her hand lightly clasped on the hilt of the sword.

Just hear a crunching sound.

This divine sword, which had been placed in Shushan for a hundred years, was so easily drawn out by the girl.

As if in response to the loneliness of this hundred years, a high-pitched sword roar rose from the sword body of the long sword, and an imperial majesty spread from the girl's body at that time.

The woman behind her nodded in satisfaction at this scene.

And Zhao Ning's body also knelt down sharply at this moment.

"Weichen Zhao Ning, see Emperor Han. ”

The Confucian scholars behind him, you look at me, I look at you, and after a few breaths, they finally knelt down unwillingly.

"See Emperor Han!"

They shouted in unison.

"The prime minister has chosen a good day and an auspicious day, and asked the Han Emperor to go to Shushan to ascend the throne in three days, inherit the unification, and support the Han family!"

Zhao Ning's voice sounded again, but with a trilling voice that was different from Fang Cai's composure.

Kuang Fu Han Room.

A hundred years of dreams, millions of dry bones, and now it is finally just around the corner.