I'm so hard

Chapter 1 Bad old man is very bad
Great Zhou Kingdom, Yuanjia seventh year, winter.

In the afternoon, on the southern outskirts of Changdan City, Kyoto, there was a five-entry-style house, with four gilt characters written on the plaque at the main entrance: Yuejun Wangfu.

In front of the street at the entrance, six carriages with curtains were laid out, filled with various gold, silver and jade objects, antique calligraphy and paintings, and precious ornaments.

The 17-year-old Yuejun King Zhao Yan, wearing a brocade robe, walked lazily to the door, raised the waist of his trousers, and looked like a dandy.

He was about to run away.

Half a year ago, Zhao Yan, who just graduated with a master's degree in economics, accidentally transmigrated into the body of the king of the Great Zhouyue County with the same name as him, and fused most of his memories.

This King of Yue County, whose parents died early, inherited the title of King of the County four years ago. Unfortunately, when he was swimming in the lake, he fell into the water and died of shock.

As a human being in the second life, Zhao Yan naturally had to live as comfortably as he could.

Although he doesn't have a system, he doesn't know how to make soap, glass, perfume, refined salt, spirits, refined steel, cement, etc., a series of necessary items for traversers, and he doesn't carry sweet potatoes, corn seeds, thermal weapons and the like.

But he is very satisfied with his current time-traveling status.

A king of idleness, with the right to riches, fields and houses.

The key is appearance.

And plenty of good times when you can do whatever you want.

After that, marry a beautiful girl you like, and you will be able to spend your life happily.

But now, he was leaving Changdan City.

The Great Zhou State was a dynasty similar to the Great Song Dynasty.Prosperous business, emphasizing culture over martial arts.A paradise for the scholar-bureaucrat class and a hotbed for incubating corrupt officials.

Half a month ago, [-] Northern Mongolian cavalrymen broke through the territory of Dazhouzhou and reached the mouth of the Yellow River.

Once the Yellow River freezes, the Northern Mongolian Army will drive straight in, directly hitting Changdan City, the imperial capital.

Heihan in the west, Koryo in the east, Vientiane in the south, and Xilimu in the southwest have also increased their troops on the border, and they may cross the border and start a war at any time!
Originally, Zhao Yan hadn't thought about running away. After all, Da Zhou's elite troops, the [-] Shence Army, had already rushed to the mouth of the Yellow River a few days ago.

[-] against [-], the odds are pretty good.

But just three days ago, he heard a piece of news.

The five princes of Dazhou were captured by the Northern Mongolian army.

There are only five princes in the Great Zhou Kingdom.In order to compete for the crown prince, these five foolish princes all went to the mouth of the Yellow River. Everyone thought that they could use their three-inch tongues to turn the tide and make a great achievement!
I never thought that it was taken in one pot.

The already weak Emperor Zhao Deyang of the Zhou Dynasty heard the news, vomited blood for three feet on the Chuigong Hall, and passed out immediately.

And just yesterday, a painting called "Five Chicks Kneeling and Worshiping Picture" was spread into Changdan City.

The painting skills are not very good, but the content makes the whole Da Zhou almost crazy.

In the painting, the three princes with their signatures were shirtless and lined up, kneeling on the ground, while Ergu, the young commander of Northern Mongolia, stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky.

I have to say that Ergu is a fierce man, and this operation is quite annoying.

According to the routine, even if the prince of an enemy country is captured, he must be treated like a prince. This is an unwritten rule, and the royal family must not lose face.

But this Ergu just slapped Da Zhou Guo in the face hard.

For Dazhou, which governs the country with etiquette, face is above all else.Such humiliation is tantamount to digging someone's ancestral grave, which is extremely shameless.

As soon as this picture is released, there is no possibility of peace talks between the two countries.

Not long after Zhao Deyang woke up, he saw this painting.Then he vomited blood and fainted again. It was hard to say whether he could survive.

The emperor is critically ill, the prince has been captured, and the enemy army may attack the imperial city at any time.

This is obviously the rhythm of subjugation.

Zhao Yan didn't want to become a prisoner like the shame of Jingkang in the history books.

While it is still safe, it is natural to run as far as you can.

Just as Zhao Yan was about to get into the carriage, three sedan chairs stopped in front of his mansion.

Three old men in plain cotton clothes walked out from inside.

"Are you Zhao Yan, the king of Yuejun?" A tall and thin old man in the lead looked at Zhao Yan and said.

Zhao Yan nodded slightly and asked, "Who are you?"

"Xiao Jingye."

"Yang Xinghuai."

"Kong Moshan."

Although Zhao Yan, the idle county king, knew very little about the names of court officials, he heard these three names like thunder.

Zhongshu Sheng Pingzhang Political Affairs, Literary Minister Xiao Jingye.

Privy Council Envoy, Marshal Yang Xinghuai.

There is also the Sansi Province, Kong Moshan, the envoy of the Sansi, who is known as the Minister of Finance.

Dazhou is divided into three parts: administration, army, and finance. These three old men together are almost equivalent to the entire imperial court.

Immediately, Zhao Yan invited the three of them into the hall of the house.

Xiao Jingye beckoned to drive away the maid at the side, and closed the hall door.

Then, the three giants of the imperial court walked up to Zhao Yan, and immediately knelt down without saying a word.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
Knock out three big bangs in a row.

The speed was so fast and the strength was so ruthless that even Zhao Yan couldn't pull it back.

Zhao Yan scratched the back of his head with a confused look on his face. Even if it was the holidays and the New Year, it would be impossible for the three of them to give him such a big gift, not to mention that he didn't prepare any red envelopes in advance!
The thin and tall old man, Wenxiang Xiao Jingye said with a melancholy face: "His Royal Highness, Your Majesty passed away at noon today. The five princes were captured and humiliated by kneeling and worshiping. They are no longer suitable to be new kings, but the country cannot be unified." There is no king in the day, and only His Royal Highness is left in the royal family, so the old minister implores His Royal Highness King Yue to ascend the throne tomorrow."

"Deng... ascend... ascend the throne? Don't be kidding, I'm not made to be an emperor at all!"

Zhao Yan shook his head again and again.

A few days ago, Zhao Yan just flipped through a copy of the "Emperor's Daily Life Record" written by the Great Zhou Kingdom.

The emperor of the Great Zhou is a super high-risk occupation.

The average life expectancy of the nine emperors before Zhao Deyang was 35 years old, and the average daily sleep time was less than three hours.

He reviewed 78 memorials every night, and was stunned by the censor 23 times a year.

Impeached 42 times by officials, basically have a tendency to depression.

Although Zhao Deyang lived to be 42 years old, he has always been hailed as the most diligent emperor, and the number of overtime work is definitely higher.

And now that the military situation is critical, if you don't manage it, you will become the king of subjugation.

Zhao Yan didn't want to take the blame for this. After his untimely death, he would be scolded by future generations for thousands of years.

"You three might as well think about it again, did your majesty make any beautiful mistakes outside the palace when he was young, maybe there are still heirs among the people!"

After Zhao Yan finished speaking, he started to run away.

But at the moment he raised his foot, the gray-haired Martial Commander Yang Xinghuai, and the wealthy and handsome Kong Moshan, who looked like a ball, each hugged Zhao Yan's leg.

"His Royal Highness, the fate of my Great Zhou depends entirely on you. If you don't ascend the throne, the surrounding states may rebel!"

"His Royal Highness, as a descendant of the Zhao family, you have the responsibility to restore the Great Zhou. I believe you will become the eternal sage!"

"His Royal Highness, if you don't ascend the throne, my Great Zhou will be in chaos. Do you have the heart to see the people displaced, and my Great Zhou will be torn apart?"

……

The three old men, whose combined age was nearly [-] years old, cried out with snot and tears, and even wiped Zhao Yan's body.

Zhao Yan looked disgusted, if he didn't agree, his pants would be pulled down.

Immediately he had no choice but to say: "Okay, okay, I'll listen to you, okay?"

Hearing this, the three giants stood up instantly, took a long breath, and quickly tidied up their clothes, returning to their usual demeanor.

After a while, Zhao Yan boarded the carriage to the palace.

In the carriage, besides him, there were also the Big Three.

They were afraid that Zhao Yan would run away, so one sat on the left side of Zhao Yan, the other sat on the right side, and Marshal Yang Xinghuai sat across the door of the car.

Three pairs of eyes stared at Zhao Yan without blinking.

At this moment, the stone in the hearts of the Big Three has only slightly landed.

If the country dies without even finding the new emperor, then the three of them will be completely nailed to the forefront of the pillar of shame in history.Now with Zhao Yan, even if the country is subjugated, the new emperor will be the first one to take the blame.

Zhao Yan looked at the big three who were afraid that he would run away, how could he not guess what they were thinking, and murmured in his heart: "These three bad old men are really bad, I can't be the king of subjugation!"

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