Three Kingdoms New Emperor

Chapter 1 Great Joy and Great Sadness Come Too Suddenly

When Ma Zijian opened his eyes, he had been looking at the lifelike dragon for nearly 10 minutes.

The totem of lion head, deer antlers, crocodile mouth, turtle neck, snake body, fish scales, mirage abdomen, fish spine, tiger paw, eagle claw, and fish tail is almost a belief imprinted in the blood of Chinese children.It is not surprising that Ma Zijian was so shocked and obsessed by this extraordinary and sudden shock.

However, these explanations are still difficult to explain why Ma Zijian stared at the dragon for so long.The real reason was that he had discovered that the dragon was actually a pattern carved on the ceiling above his head.The ceiling is relatively high, and... quite quaint, like the ceilings he saw in palaces in tourist attractions.Such a discovery made him so flustered that he kept waking up and lying motionless.

This room is not at all the kennel for single dogs in the 21st century that he is familiar with!

What happened?Ma Zijian tried his best to roll his eyes to recall. He remembered that he was a village official at the grassroots level. His main responsibilities... Well, when he was big, he was serving the people, and when he was more detailed, he did everything.Literary to solve neighborhood disputes, military to thread the sewer, medical to cure a headache and cold, etc., that is to say, Ma Zijian can show his skills in almost everything from needles and thread to the state's macro-control. All-around talents in medicine.

and then?Then what happened?
Ma Zijian continued to try his best to recall. The last part of his memory was when he saw the uncle who was in charge of the agricultural base station after he went to work.The uncle sat on the seat with a resentful expression of widowhood, smoking a cigarette, which aroused sympathy.After Ma Zijian inquired, he learned that the Chinese pastoral dog that the uncle had raised for two years...well, the native dog that guards the house in the countryside has not returned overnight, and it is likely that he will not come back in the future.The uncle is in a very low mood and has no intention of working, but the agricultural base station needs to sort out the crop seeds...

The uncle put his heart and soul into this matter, how could he, Ma Zijian, stand by and watch?Patting his chest, he took over the old man's work, and comforted the old man to go home and rest, and mourn for him.

And when I remembered the most important part, when Ma Zijian gently moved the shelf of the agricultural base station, he didn't find that the bag of potatoes on it was already crumbling.After that, it was this grassroots service worker who served the people wholeheartedly and with outstanding ability, who yelled very emotionally at the bag of potatoes that suddenly fell: "Damn!"

Then, he was smashed by that bag of potatoes?

I want to cry without tears!
My own Mood for Love ended with a bag of potatoes?
Then it was this bag of potatoes that brought him to such a weird place?
Is this too bullshit?

And, to make matters worse, what exactly is this place?

Ma Zijian finally turned his already numb neck, and he saw that in this frighteningly large place, there were actually tall pillars standing in the hall, on which there was a majestic carved dragon.And the big couch-like bed he was lying on was also carved with beautiful and delicate cloud patterns.Coupled with the light gauze fluttering with the wind in the room, and the scattered bronze utensils...

All this tells him that he is now lying in a very classical place. If he is willing to admit it, he is actually in a gorgeous ancient palace.

Could it be that he was smashed through?Moreover, he was smashed into a big man with a noble status who could live in a palace?
And just when this thought of being so pleasantly surprised and terrifying just came up, a group of people had crept into the bedroom, and they were naturally all wearing very simple clothes.And Ma Zijian could see that their walking steps were extremely respectful, and Ma Zijian even had a vivid understanding of the word "walking on thin ice" for a moment.

"Your Majesty is respectfully invited to court!" The little yellow gate in front of him knelt on the ground with the court lady and eunuch holding the crown in her hands, reminding Ma Zijian in a thin but gentle voice.

And the sound came to Ma Zijian's ears like the sounds of nature!
Did he really time travel to become the emperor? !
The sweet dreams you have every New Year's Eve come true with the help of a bag of potatoes? !
Ma Zijian, who lives in the 21st century like a fly in front of the window, has the urge to kneel on the ground and cry bitterly at this moment!Heaven has eyes, happiness came too suddenly! ...

The god horse is tall, rich and handsome, the god horse is rich and beautiful, in the feudal era, none of them really are dishes...

Who was the tallest in ancient times?Who was the richest in ancient times?Who is the most handsome in ancient times?
There is no doubt that it is us now!
No matter how tall you are, can you have the status of an emperor?No matter how rich you are, how can you still be richer than the old emperor?Can those votes make trouble here?No matter how handsome you are, you have a fart!Young Master, a talent show will immediately make your Bai Fumei a foot-washing girl next to those women in Sannomiya Sixth Courtyard, do you believe it or not?

No matter whether others believe it or not, anyway, Ma Zijian himself believed it first!

Thinking of this, Ma Zijian laughed at him unnaturally...

He was so excited that Ma Zijian realized that his body was no longer what it used to be when these eunuchs and maids were waiting on him to get dressed.Those delicate arms and legs are clearly the body of an eleven or twelve-year-old child.

But this has something to do with God and horses!

Who said life can't be repeated?I am an older leftover man who can live for more than ten years after time travel. Where can I find such a good thing? !Even if this is a price, let this pain be more violent!

Immersed in great joy, Ma Zijian didn't even understand how the dragon robe was worn on him.The only feeling is that it is impossible for him to put on the complicated procedure for him to do it himself.

However, it's still the same sentence, it has something to do with God and horses!Do I still need to put on clothes by myself in the future? !

Walking out of the luxurious bedroom, Ma Zijian, who is already the lord of the dynasty, walks like a tiger!Along the way, he saw gorgeous pavilions surrounded by artificially dug pools of water, with duckweed all over the ground, green and clear.The flying dragon with golden scales and armor on the top of the glass tiles with hooked corners is so vivid that it seems to want to fly into the air.Under the blue sky, the majestic double eaves roof, bathed in the golden sunlight, looks so brilliant!In response to my excited mood, it can no longer be summed up in such a simple way as "people are happy when they have happy events"!
Finally, he sat down on the shining golden dragon chair, standing on the 36 stone steps. Ma Zijian looked as far as he could, and saw the upturned cornices. It looked majestic in the light of day.The imperial power is supreme, and the sharp eaves that almost pierce the sunny sky undoubtedly express the nobility of the royal family.

However, his grandma's was struck by lightning, and it was made of bronze, what a good conductor.

Feudal ignorance kills people!

It is said that the emperor is the son of heaven. After doing something wrong, God will be furious, so he will strike a few thunderbolts to teach him a lesson.But how the hell do you know, damn it!Even if the emperor put his heart and soul into serving the people, he still couldn't resist the unique charm of the conductor to lightning.If you meet a few people who are hard-pressed, it doesn't matter if your emperor is talented or not, even if you are a genius, a strange talent, or a great talent, if you are unlucky one day, they will all become firewood.

'Another day, I will have someone dismantle this obtrusive thing! Ma Zijian really didn't expect such a trivial thought to emerge after his dream came true.

However, when he saw Wu Yangyang, the official of the Manchu Dynasty, kneeling on the ground, shouting long live, Ma Zijian, whose self-confidence swelled to the point of exploding, finally thought of a very important thing: Is this a soul travel?Then which dynasty and generation of emperor is this child, no, it should be said, is he the emperor who controls the world and holds the wind and clouds in his hands?

Just remembering being poor and happy, Ma Zijian suddenly found that he didn't even know his current identity...

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live..." Di Xiashan shouted enthusiastically, but Ma Zijian, who was in a complicated and sensitive mood, discovered a very strange phenomenon.

He clearly saw that although these ministers and ministers shouted so piously, their eyes were all on a ferocious fat man.The fat man was not only horizontally developed, but also extremely ugly, with a ferocious look on his face, which made Ma Zijian unnaturally think of the butcher in the vegetable market with thousands of pigs' blood on his hands.

The butcher uncle made Ma Zijian feel uncomfortable when he came up.He looked at the butcher carefully, and saw that the fat man had a strong physique and was very gorgeously dressed, almost catching up with his official imperial attire.And on the face covered with flesh, apart from the unrestrained beard and the dead fish eyes like copper bells, there is only an indescribable indulgence, willfulness, rough and fierce hostility.Although Ma Zijian didn't know how to meet each other, but after seeing too many unreasonable idiots in the countryside, he concluded from the fat man's bearing and demeanor that this fat man was by no means a friendly person.

This fat man is standing first on the left, with a sword on his waist!

In ancient times, people who could bring a sword to the court were by no means ordinary people.You know, those emperors in ancient times were more timid than the other. In order to save their own lives, they had long since not allowed their courtiers to carry sharp knives in court meetings.

To put it lightly, it is disrespectful to the emperor to go up to the court with a weapon.To put it more seriously, it is suspected of killing the king, and it is to kill the nine clans!

Thinking back again, during the morning court just now, the fat man didn't salute himself at all, and there was no fear of the emperor in his eyes at all.Some, even a domineering, monkey-like look...

What is the origin of this butcher?
Looking at the numb eyes of Man Chaowen and Wu looking at him, and the fear of the fat man, Ma Zijian suddenly had a very bad premonition.

"Emperor, a certain family is dedicated to the country, and the sun can learn from it. At present, the rebellion in the Kanto has been seen, and Yuan Shao in Hebei is called the leader, but he ignores the court's heavenly power. His majesty is not the son of the Ling Emperor, and he wants to usurp Youzhou. Liu Yu is the co-lord of the world, and his evil intentions have been revealed, and his crimes cannot be punished! Today, the Southern Huns sent envoys to join us in the Han Dynasty. Please also meet with your majesty to show the orthodox demeanor of the royal family." After the ceremony, the The butcher uncle stood up, and said to Ma Zijian in a domineering and detached manner.

Ma Zijian immediately shivered and shivered, feeling that the whole sky had collapsed.

'Kandong Rebellion', 'Hebei Yuan Shao'...

These few words really hurt Ma Zijian's ears, and a cruel fact came to his mind in an instant: he was not a young emperor who was drunk and lying on the lap of a beauty, awake and in charge of the world, but the one who counted all over China. In the history of emperors, there is a tragic emperor who can be ranked first-the last emperor in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, Han Xiandi Liu Xie!
The great joy and great sorrow of life came too suddenly, Ma Zijian looked at the electrical conductor on the flying eaves of the front hall of Weiyang Palace, and choked speechlessly: God, you should hurry up and drop a thunderbolt to strike me dead! ...

(End of this chapter)