daughter in power

Chapter 210
Yu Linjun forgot to find Qiqi's trouble.

Concubine Wen who was running also showed anxiety.

24 Wang was still young, and looked at Qiqi cutely, not knowing what was going on.

With a flash in her eyes, Qiqi hurried to the gate of the palace.

Not to mention her, even the veterans in the Yangxingzhai ran very fast.

They all want to see what kind of honor the Ninth Son of Heaven is.

At the gate of the palace, Dongfang Xiu had already opened the city gate.

Only then did she see clearly that there were many soldiers and horses surrounding the gate of the palace, all kinds of soldiers and horses, obviously waiting for a long time.

In the middle of the avenue, there was a resplendent and resplendent carriage with its doors tightly closed.

Standing on both sides of the car were Qiushuang and Chunshui.

Qiushuang's face was very pale, frighteningly white.

Seems like it hasn't had the sun for years.

Or arsenic.

Chun Shui's complexion was livid, as if the unique medicine Gu in his body
The two of them stood there with distinct yin and evil auras, not like first-class bodyguards who are famous all over the world.

But it looks like a fierce Shura from hell.

Behind the carriage, thousands of men in black, densely packed but orderly, lined up towards the Central Avenue.

The identities of these people are unknown, but at first glance they appear to be in the military.

Thousands of soldiers and horses, except for the sound of breathing, no longer made any sound.

The ochre-yellow imperial forest army at the gate of the palace drew out their long swords with a "shua" sound, and lined up the welcoming team to greet them respectfully.

Qiqi's eyes flickered and she clenched her fists.

Heartbeat speeded up for an instant.

The complexions of the veterans guarding the palace gate changed, and finally kowtowed to the ground.

The continuous ups and downs of voices slowly flowed from the gate of the palace to the other side of the central avenue.

Annihilation of all the voices of injustice.

"Congratulations to the return of the Ninth Emperor!"

"Congratulations to the ninth emperor..."

The sound was loud, trembling mountains and rivers, humming in the ears.

Shaking the three-foot-high wall of the imperial palace, it seemed to be trembling humblely.

Qiqi's face was pale, she bit her lip tightly, and stared at the carriage.

She didn't kneel down.

She just stood abruptly at the gate of the palace.

Those voices in my ears suddenly couldn't be heard anymore.

The only thing left in the world is that gorgeous carriage and those two sinister subordinates.

The curtain was lifted.

The person who raised the curtain was Qiu Shuang.

She bowed her head respectfully.

Chunshui has already laid slope-shaped pedals in front of the carriage.

The people in the car drove the wheelchair and "walked" out of the carriage.

"Ah..." Almost at the same time, everyone at the gate of the palace exclaimed suppressedly.

It was like seeing the most unpredictable thing in the world.

Everyone's face changed, and they raised their heads, not knowing whether this kneeling was right or wrong.

Sitting in the wheelchair, Xiaoyang Wang Yun looked over calmly, his charming and charming face was the same as before.

It was just a cold look, and the exclamation of the audience stopped instantly.

Never hear any more.

Qiqi is still sticking.

Like a benchmark.

He also forgot her current identity, not Princess Xiaoyang, but a young general in the army.

Just an ordinary looking man.

The four eyes met, Xiaoyang Wang in the wheelchair smiled.

A smile actually relieved her uneasy and infinite panic.

At such a moment, she seemed to drink a jug of warm sweet wine, warming her body and soul.

No more worry, no more anxiety.

His eyes are like the spring breeze in March and the spring water in April, gentle and serene.

Startled, she hurriedly knelt down.

He said in the mouth: "Welcome the ninth emperor to return to court."

The crisp voice echoed in the open field, echoing in everyone's ears.

In the next second, the audience was thunderous, and she shouted again: "Minister, wait, welcome the ninth emperor to return to court."

Even though everyone is always skeptical about the Ninth Son of Heaven that the national teacher said.

Even if everyone hopes that someone in their hearts will become the new king of the Great Xia and take over the prosperous world.

However, once the ninth emperor was confirmed as the king of Xiaoyang, many people immediately flinched.

It's not that they are unwilling to compete, but that they are destined to fail to win.

Just in vain.

The world belongs to the strong.

How could everyone forget all kinds of things back then.

Concubine Wen's face was ashen, and she pulled 24 Wang to kneel beside the palace road, her beautiful eyes turned quickly.

24 The king cried out with a "wow": "Don't...don't let him enter the palace, I'm afraid... afraid, concubine mother..."

He kept leaning into Concubine Wen's arms, as if he was completely frightened.

Concubine Wen was at a loss and coaxed him in a panic: "Yan'er, be good...he is the ninth son of heaven, your imperial brother..."

However, 24 the king still cried out fiercely.

The crying was covered by the continuous ups and downs of greetings, and it was not worth mentioning.

Many people also deliberately ignore this cry.

King Xiaoyang drove the wheelchair step by step and entered the palace slowly.

Walking past their mother and son, they stopped.

24 The crying of the king became louder, and he vowed to break through the barriers.

King Xiaoyang turned his head and looked at Concubine Wen's gentle face without saying a word.

Concubine Wen panicked, and forced a smile: "Xiao...Xiaoyang, the ninth son of heaven..."

She blushed nervously, and she held 24 Wang's hand too hard, and the child cried louder and louder.

"Wow, mother concubine, you hurt me, woo woo, Yan'er is afraid..."

Almost, to roll on the spot.

Xiaoyang Wang sneered, staring at 24 Wang's fair face with flirtatious eyes, hesitantly said: "Ice Flame King?"

24 The king wept, but did not answer.

Concubine Wen hastily kowtowed: "Yes, Son of Heaven, the child is...it is Little Prince Bingyan, your 24th younger brother."

King Xiaoyang nodded, turned his face and continued to walk towards the gate of the palace.

Behind him, a calm voice sounded.

"take away."

"Here." Immediately, the Imperial Forest Army stepped forward, escorted Concubine Wen and the 24th King, and hurriedly dragged them into the palace.

Concubine Wen turned pale with fright, and desperately protected her child: "Don't... don't kill my child! Son of Heaven, for the sake of my long-term friendship with the princess, don't kill my child. Son of Heaven... When I was in the palace, I saved the life of the princess, I didn't intend to... the emperor!"

Her voice was hoarse, her heart was piercing, her eyes were as red as blood.

Like a lioness trying desperately to protect her baby.

It's a pity that the Imperial Forest Army still captured her and escorted her into the palace.

Even her child, the little 24th King, was carried into the palace gate.

Qiqi looked over and saw that the child had stopped crying.

Huddled on the arm of the Royal Forest Army, like a young paparazzi.

His face was red and blue, and he couldn't breathe.

King Xiaoyang still moved forward calmly, step by step, the wheelchair never stopped.

Chun Shui and Qiu Shuang followed him step by step, neither humble nor overbearing, silent and disdainful.

The Imperial Forest Army put away their sharp swords and followed him step by step, guarding him towards the most noble center of power in the world of Kyushu.

At the gate of the palace, the thunderous shouts never stopped.

Everyone is welcoming the ninth emperor.

Ministers, soldiers, common people, court maids, all bowed their heads and prostrated themselves on the ground.

Qiqi closed her eyes and lowered her head.

King Xiaoyang is back.

With a half-disabled body, he is in charge of millions of rivers and mountains.

The six ministers were like wilted vegetables, with their heads drooping, unable to exert any strength.

All the previous calculations have all come to naught.

Concubine Wen was executed on the spot by a glass of poisoned wine, without questioning indiscriminately, and without giving a chance to argue.

The concubines and concubines of the palace were anxious and suffering from helplessness, so they could not add words.

The little prince Bingyan was sent away, and no one knew where he was sent.

However, none of the clan ministers who paid the most attention to the royal lineage stood up to oppose it.

Shuang'er was still being interrogated by Dali Temple, and King Xiaoyang sent the Criminal Department to interrogate him.

In this way, it is impossible to hide the news about Jiang and his wife.

Not to mention that Dali Temple has a lot of tricks to punish people, and the eight major instruments of torture in the Ministry of Punishment are not something normal people can resist.

The Empress Dowager, the Empress and others were still confined to the harem, and they were not allowed to go out without orders.

Even the courtiers were ordered to suspend the discussion.

If any courtier wanted to make trouble, then a man in black would break into the mansion that night and kill all the people in the house.

The minister was panicked, but the Ministry of Punishment would definitely send someone to investigate thoroughly.

After checking and checking, there is no clue, just call it an accident.

Several accidental incidents like this happened one after another in the city, and no minister dared to form a party for personal gain.

They are all waiting to see what happens.

Daxia is still without a master.

Xia Ze and the national teacher are still in retreat, and the July 49th has not yet expired.

Qiqi was still ordered to be in charge of the Yulin Army, and the person who appointed her was King Xiaoyang, no one else dared to question her.

She stood at the door of the imperial study room, looking at the silent national teacher behind the bead curtain, her mind was still a little confused.

However, she didn't ask much.

Because, since King Xiaoyang returned to the palace, he had not talked with her alone.

Treat her like an ordinary soldier.

The 49th is fast approaching.

The national teacher finally woke up from the retreat.

The sinister aura in his body is no longer there, only the immortal demeanor.

When everyone met him, there was a wave of surrender and admiration spontaneously.

Xia Ze was not so lucky.

To be precise, Xia Ze was really lucky, because after taking the longevity pill, he entered the fairy world and was ranked among the immortals.

The national teacher built some dojos and summoned Taoist boys to clean up Xia Ze's remaining body.

This is what is called mourning in the world.

The bright yellow talisman paper pasted on the coffin bottle did not write a long list of posthumous titles, but Nine Yin Saints.

The ministers had great opinions on this, but no one dared to raise it.

As for the royal family members, Xia Ze had already killed all the respected and respected people before his death, and there was no one who could compete with King Xiaoyang again.

The powerful forces that can contend, such as the Marquis of Changhun, the Minister of the Ministry of War, the history of the Yushitai, the Xiuchuan Academy, and the Hundred Thousand Yulin Army, have long since turned against him.

Become his vanguard to conquer the country.

Dongfang Xiu is one of the leaders.

Generals at all levels have little say in this competition.

Because of the stalemate at the border, Yun Huaiqing stared at him fiercely, and even captured Wei Zilong alive.

The flames of war are about to burn into the border of Great Xia.

The soldiers had no time to know what happened in Flowing Fire City.

Since King Xiaoyang became the ninth son of heaven, he naturally refused to exchange Wei Zilong, how could Yun Huaiqing give up so easily.

Fighting is fierce on the border, and they don't know the rear at all.

Nine Yin Saint Immortals mourned, and Lin Shinan was the only general who participated in the funeral.

He is the only general who can talk.

Of course, the new king is his son-in-law, how could he object.

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Xia Ze mourned, very fast.It only took half a month from the funeral arrangements to transporting the coffins and bottles to the mausoleum.

Until the coffin and jar were closed, the words Jiuyin Shengxian were still written on the tombstone.

King Xiaoyang respected this title very much, and the national teacher loved it even more.

Never allow anyone to change it.

By this time, it was almost a conclusion.

The weather in the first month was cold and chilly, and the ministers knelt under the mausoleum to pay homage to the new king.

Everyone is dressed in respectful court clothes, kneeling three times and knocking nine times, a good job.

King Xiaoyang smiled slightly: "Pingshen."

Qiqi stood at the bottom of the steps, looking at him sitting in the wheelchair against the backlight, she was suddenly in a daze.

Everything is like a dream.

Unexpectedly, he became emperor so soon.

Doesn't it take a lot of hard work and a lot of casualties to seize the country?

But when it comes to him, it seems to be a matter of course.

She was puzzled.

She turned her head slightly, looked at the courtiers under the steps, and breathed a sigh of relief.

In the distance, there were people running from outside the imperial mausoleum.

She squinted her eyes and saw a touch of ocher yellow.

The ochre-yellow dress and the ochre-yellow crown set off a not-so-glamorous appearance.

It's the queen, Xia Ze's wife.

Ever since Xia Ze became obsessed with cultivating immortality, the queen was no longer favored. Although she lived in the palace, many people forgot her existence.

At this funeral, Xinjun also grounded the Queen Mother and her, and failed to allow them to participate in today's funeral.

"Your majesty... Your majesty..." The queen wept miserably.

The not-so-beautiful face became even more ugly.

No wonder Xia Ze would rather cultivate immortality than accompany her.

King Xiaoyang's face was cold, and Chunshui jumped down in one step, blocking the Queen's way.

The queen was lying on the steps, looking up at King Xiaoyang: "Seventh brother... Please, let me go with the emperor. I have nothing to love in life, and I don't want to live."

Her mournful voice made people's hearts ache, and they didn't know what they had experienced in these years.

Xinjun didn't make a sound.

The Minister of Rites said: "Empress... the first emperor has passed away to become a fairy, and he has long since passed away, so you should stop following him. Live in the palace safely..."

(End of this chapter)