Prince please enthrone

Chapter 595
Looking outside the tent, a large number of black and dense human heads bowed at his feet, a kind of pleasure called surrender quietly spread in every gully in Zhu Yiqing's heart.

Of course, he has not forgotten who is responsible for all that he has obtained now.

Under the light of countless torches, the young man's eyes shone like bright silver. Facing the huge crowd of thousands of people bowing down, he was still as stable as a rock, motionless, and showed no sign of retreating.

Falling into the eyes of the prime minister, it is natural to have a natural kingly attitude.

But in fact, only Zhu Yiqing knew that his palms were already drenched with sweat.

But he still said in a steady and powerful voice: "Get up."

After everyone stood up, he maintained a steady tone and continued:
"From now on, I will be your master. If I find out that anyone secretly communicated with the Demon Queen and Hunjun, don't blame me for using military law to deal with it, or even use harsher methods. Do you understand?"

Everyone looked at each other.

No one thought that a young brat who had just taken over the soldier talisman would give them a big blow as soon as he came.

Some people even thought that the young man was putting on airs, and he couldn't wait to show off as soon as he had power in his hands.

So for a while, those who wanted to answer clearly had to temporarily shut their mouths when they saw that the others were silent.

Zhu Yiqing had expected such a situation a long time ago.

After all, he is not General Yang himself, but just a lucky guy who took over the military talisman from General Yang. In the minds of these soldiers, he is nothing.

However, it is enough to have a soldier talisman.

Zhu Yiqing suddenly raised his hand, raised the soldier talisman in his palm high, and shouted angrily:

"Are you all deaf? I asked if you understood everything!"

Everyone was startled, they never expected that this seemingly gentle and thin boy would explode with such an astonishing aura, they hurriedly echoed and said:

"I understand!"

"Very good." Zhu Yiqing's voice became unbelievably soft again, and he said slowly:

"I know that everyone has a family and relatives, but! The faint king handed over fifteen cities to others for nothing, and then the people in those cities will become slaves of other countries, trampled and driven by others, I don't believe that among our 10 people, there isn't a single person whose relatives are among them!"

The news had already spread throughout the Xia Kingdom, so when they heard the young man mention it, many people immediately showed grief and pain on their faces.

"If we continue to connive and let the foolish emperor go on like this, then in the near future, the Great Xia will be destroyed, and the land bought by countless people with their flesh and blood will all be lost and become parasitic places for other countries. Are you... willing to see such a situation? ?”

The blood of protecting the country was ignited by the young man's words, and everyone immediately responded in unison, with a loud voice:

"I don't want to!"

"Very good!" Zhu Yiqing nodded in satisfaction, her voice became sonorous again, and said word by word:

"Then, the next thing we have to do is to overthrow the faint king, protect the country, and rebuild a new dynasty that belongs to us and belongs to Great Xia. My sons and daughters, do you dare to fight with me?!"

Those who dare not dare are not worthy of being called men.

Hearing the deafening shouts, the prime minister looked with admiration and shock at the young man standing in the middle of the crowd, with a majestic appearance and a majestic aura.

I can't believe it, this is the person who has been obediently and docilely by my side these days.

This kind of scheming to give a sweet date with a stick, and to show both kindness and power, this aura of power without anger, made the young man bloom with a compelling edge, and he already possessed an aura that no one of his peers could match.

He faintly felt that his fighting spirit and blood, which were about to be exhausted by the years, were incited by the young man's few words.

Yes, let's fight!
Go use the blood of the faint king to pay homage to his unjustly died daughter!

As the soldiers knelt down and kowtowed again to show their complete willingness to follow the young man and swear to defend their home and country, the prime minister also knelt tremblingly under a moment of excitement.

Zhu Yiqing caught sight of it out of the corner of his eye, and was shocked immediately, and quickly turned around to help, but the prime minister grabbed his wrist.

The prime minister's hands were skinny, hard, and surprisingly powerful.

He held Zhu Yiqing's hand, not allowing him to help him up, the old voice contained endless fanaticism.

He stared straight into Zhu Yiqing's eyes, and said hoarsely:

"I have decided that from now on, I will make a clean break with that fool! I will take my Yangguan Road and let him go to his Naihe Bridge! And from today, you are my new master. I swear here, willing to The master has devoted himself to death, and after his death—"

When the words fell, he kowtowed firmly.

"May my master one day be able to rule the world, my great summer!"

After finishing speaking, he kowtowed again.

"Strong is my Daxia! So strong is my Daxia!"

The crowd immediately shouted and shouted like mountains and seas, one after another, with a lingering aftertaste, hovering above their heads, like the roar of a real dragon.

Zhu Yiqing closed her eyes, and at this moment, her unsteady heart finally came to fruition——

He decided that he would absolutely, absolutely not be able to live up to these people's expectations of him.

Maybe that seat, placed on him in the past, he didn't even dare to think about it.

But now, he is full of ambition, and he is bound to win!
In the early morning of the next day, Xia Guoguo became drunk as usual, and asked his ministers to wait from dawn until the sun was shining.

A few old ministers who couldn't hold on were already snoring against the Beaulieu pillar.

The younger generation even whispered and whispered, expressing their dissatisfaction and worry about the king's lack of early court.

Only the prime minister stood in the front row with folded hands, lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, like an old monk in sedation, neither happy nor sad, neither sullen nor angry, it seemed strange to see all the people.

It stands to reason that the prime minister should not be the one who gets angry and worried the most when he sees his own monarch being so unsatisfactory?

Why is today's prime minister turning a blind eye, indifferent to it, as if he has nothing to do with him and stays out of it?

Someone couldn't help but stepped forward and asked in a low voice:
"My lord, Your Majesty has been late for the morning court for several days in succession. Look..."

His original intention was to ask the prime minister what to do, or what method to use to make His Majesty concentrate on political affairs.

Unexpectedly, the prime minister just raised his eyelids, glanced at him lazily, and said leisurely:
"Didn't you hear His Majesty say that he is the king, and we are just the courtiers, and the courtiers are not qualified to manage the affairs of the king, no matter what he did, and whether he did it right or wrong, what we should do is—close Mouth."

The minister unexpectedly remembered the bloody scene where His Majesty killed the minister with his hands a few days ago, and shrank his neck in fear, feeling that what the prime minister said was true, so he also retreated back to his original position without daring to say more.

(End of this chapter)