The Prime Minister's Wife

Chapter 569
Hearing this, Mu Zhaoming's eyes instantly turned cold.

That look, that look, it was obvious that he hoped that his title of emperor would be given to him by ruthlessness.

Although Bo Yan frowned, his expression made people feel that Fan Fengliu would do this for granted, not even the slightest surprise.

These performances made Mu Zhaoming secretly angry, almost crushing the teacup in his hand, but suddenly he seemed to think of something, and everything returned to calm.

Bo Qing was very puzzled, mother, what is going on, seeing Fan Fengliu's performance, but she didn't feel it at all, and secretly gave Mu Zhaoming a reassuring look.

Wei Wei thought for a while and said: "The ancient kings of the world are all considered holy, why don't your majesty use the word 'Holy' as their title."

Fan Fengliu shook his head: "Holy, that is, a saint, a person who has already reached a perfect state. I have never felt that I am perfect. I can't bear this title."

Boqing paused for a moment, thought for a while and said, "What I'm talking about is, whoever dares to say that he is perfect in the world, even if he is afraid of God, would not dare to claim to be perfect."

Fan Fengliu suddenly looked at Mu Zhaoming with a calm face, and said thoughtfully: "Prime Minister Zhaoming, you have known me for a long time, based on your understanding of me, do you think of a suitable word for the name?"

Mu Zhaoming smiled lightly, moved his lips, seemed to be hesitating, and said after a while: "Zhaoming is a minister of his court, it is not suitable to participate in this matter, let Qing'er and Patriarch Bo think about it together."

Mu Zhaoming gave Mu Zhaoming a weird look, and the latter smiled at her tenderly, and after thinking about it, he said, "Your Majesty is known as the God of War, but you should know that it is so tragic that once all the soldiers die, the yellow sand is stained with blood. "

"On the battlefield, no matter the enemy or yourself, you fight to the death. Although fame and fame come from it, it is nothing more than smoke and smoke. What you plan in the end is only the country and family behind you. There is a country to have a family, and a family to have relatives." .” Fan Fengliu sighed softly.

"Even if the head and body are separated, the yellow sand is stained with blood, the hero has no regrets, and the heroic soul has no tears." Thinking of the battlefield, there is a touch of sadness in the thin expression.

"Bones are like a wall, and the mountains and rivers have lived for thousands of years; flesh and blood return to the earth, and a peaceful and prosperous age appears; when I return to my dream at midnight, the heroic spirits on the battlefield appear; the fighting spirit has not retreated, and I wield the sword to kill the enemy captive; once I protect the territory, I don't know that I am dead." Fan Fengliu suddenly thought quietly, thinking of the dead soldiers, the souls of the dead on the battlefield, the corners of his eyes flashed.

Hearing these heroic and sad words, Mu Zhaoming's heart moved slightly, and he said calmly: "Put on the battle clothes, mount the horse, dance with the spear, and kill the enemy." This is the spirit of the battlefield.

Bo Yan was also slightly moved, and said with a lot of emotion: "Even if the body is dead, don't forget to protect the country."

The four of them couldn't help being silent for a while, the ten thousand years of the country and the peaceful prosperity were all forged with the flesh and blood of thousands of soldiers.

God of War, the countless battle spirits behind God of War, they are the ones who support him.

Fan Fengliu was silent, as if he was still in deep thought, and said affectionately for a moment: "The emperor came here on blood, and climbed up to the bone. People only see their strength and brilliance on the surface, but they see the burden behind him." , is the expectation of thousands of soldiers."

Fan Fengliu sighed softly: "I am famous for my war, and there are countless dead souls under my command. Naturally, I can't forget the fighting soul who shed blood. The soul who died for the country is called Shang. I would like to use the title of 'Shang'. I hope that one day , can fulfill their expectations, make the world peaceful, and let the dead rest in peace."

Emperor Shang may not have the dominance of Emperor Heaven, Emperor Underworld, and Emperor Xuan, but he has inherited a hope that lasts forever.

Three days later, Fan Fengliu announced to the world that the Underworld Emperor suffered a sudden illness and unfortunately passed away. The whole country mourned together.

On the same day, it was announced to the world that the first decree was that the crown prince Fanyi was too young to inherit the great rule, and that Fanliu, the god of war Xiaoyao Wang, would succeed him on the first day of March.

The emperor's name-Shang!

It is not the crown prince Fanyi who ascends the throne, but Wang Fanliu of Xiaoyao. If it is someone else, he must come to the world to criticize him.

However, the name of Fanliu God of War is too big and too loud. In the eyes of ordinary people, it is a matter of course for him to be called emperor.

As for those in the know, none of them would be foolish enough to touch Fan Fengliu's head at this time, because that would definitely be a crime of copying one's family and exterminating one's family.

The new emperor is about to ascend the throne, Murong Xu, Xiao Jinyan, and Mu Zhaoming will stay and watch the ceremony with other emperors and dynasties, and they don't have to return to the country for the time being.

In a tea house at the east gate of Longcheng, looking affectionately at the front of the city gate, Fan Qingliu, Empress Dowager Xiaokang sent the eldest grandson queen and prince Fan Yi out of the city, bid farewell to each other, and said indifferently: "I really didn't expect that Fan Fengliu would Spare the bloodlines of Empress Changsun and the Han clan."

The corner of Mu Zhaoming's lips curled up, and he said sarcastically, "Let's let it go, how could it be possible, we must get rid of the roots when weeds are cut, Fan Fengliu will not understand this truth."

She frowned unhappily. She didn't like Mu Zhaoming talking about Fan Fengliu. For some reason, she always had a special feeling for Fan Fengliu.

Mu Zhaoming smiled in disbelief, and said flatly: "The two were expelled from Huaxia, so they can only return to the Holy Moon Dynasty, and Dongsheng will send troops to the Holy Moon Dynasty in the near future, the same way."

"You will not really send troops to Shengyue because of me. The Emperor of Heaven will not allow it, and I am not interested in being a witch who will bring disaster to the country. Besides, Shengyue's sea border spans the two countries of Dongsheng and Huaxia. You are ready to fight , snatch the sea and territory of the Holy Moon?"

Boqing looked at Mu Zhaoming in surprise, he is not such an impulsive person, what happened.

He said flatly: "Prince Hanji deserves to die, but it's just that it's not appropriate to start a war with the Holy Moon Dynasty right now. It won't be too late to start after the sky is cleaned up."

"You are wrong, this is the will of the Emperor of Heaven, he..."

"Why is that? It shouldn't be." He looked at Mu Zhaoming with incomprehension. Could it be that when Dongsheng was fighting against the world, Shengyue also took part.

Hearing this, Mu Zhaoming's face darkened slightly, and he said coldly: "You don't know something in Huaxia. At the beginning, when Dongsheng was fighting against the world, when the canal was opened, Shengyue actually wanted to get a share of it, not only sending troops to suppress the border , and also detained many merchant ships in our direction."

"At that time, all the soldiers of the imperial court, including King Zhongshun and I, were leading troops to fight, and no one in the court could lead troops to fight. Prince Shengyue was in a cold war, and actually led the army to kill the border city, burn, kill and plunder. In desperation, His Majesty had no choice but to Let Bai Yinger and Bai Chenfeng lead the army, together with the people and defenders of Linhai City, resist the enemy and drive the enemy away."

"Sister Ying'er and Chenfeng are leading the army?" Boqing said in disbelief, but the Holy Moon Dynasty is really hateful, and it should be destroyed when it is in danger.

"Actually, there are other reasons for this." Mu Zhaoming said flatly.

"There are other reasons. What did Shengyue do to hurt the world." The flirtatious tone made people feel chilly.

A chill also flashed in Mu Zhaoming's eyes: "The cold war is like Prince Hanji, who even wants to use Ying'er to practice martial arts, but fortunately, his talent is not as good as Hanji, and the Earth Scripture is only the fifth level. The Emperor of Heaven personally Take action and kill him in public. There is no commander in the army, and with the cooperation of Qisu Palace, Sheng Yue's army was quickly repelled."

(End of this chapter)