"Your Majesty is dead!"

With a full-strength scream of a duck's voice, the ministers waiting outside the door and the palace maids and eunuchs serving in the hall knelt on the ground paved with gold bricks, and the female voices cried and moaned. Many old ministers outside the door beat their feet and stamped their chests and cried loudly, as if they had encountered something falling from the sky.

But it can be said that the sky has fallen.

Under the bed curtain in the middle of the bedroom, the one with a bright yellow quilt was a young man who looked only in his early twenties, but now his eyes were closed and his face was pale and bloodless, just like the white porcelain bottle of the Song Dynasty official kiln used to decorate ornaments in the corner of the hall.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!" Outside the threshold, a third-grade scarlet peacock official uniform, a pair of old ministers with white temples, kneeled on the ground with one hand, supporting the ground and the other stretched into the bedroom, with snot and tears, as if they used endless strength to keep the young man inside.

A man wearing the fourth-grade embroidered Yunyan Buzi behind him was already too sad and cried too hard, so he could only thrust in a low voice. However, looking at this look, even his closest relatives would not be so painful.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Why did you leave me?"

"I am not alive in this way! Let me go with you!"

As he was crying, a third-rank old man stood up tremblingly from the ground and made a gesture to hit the door post. However, several fast-handed and fast-eyed officials next to him immediately grabbed the colleague, and the old minister who was about to die and knelt on the ground again and continued to cry loudly.

At this point, the world outside the door is like a performance venue. After you finish your singing, you will appear. All the officials show their magical powers and express their grief for the young man in the bedroom.

Only one person was different. He saw him kneeling on the ground, wearing a red four-clawed python robe, with his limbs and head buried under his shaking shoulders, neither crying nor laughing, covering the left half of his face as if laughing, covering the right half of his face, but it seemed like crying.

Seeing his lips with a little tender whiskers, he must be only ten years old.

"Emperor! Emperor...Ah Emperor...What should I do in the future..." It seemed that tears fell from the air and smashed on the hard floor tiles and shattered into countless petals.

His heart was very frightened, he was a little confused, but there was still inexplicable excitement deep in his heart.

because...........

Suddenly, an old minister jumped up from the ground, rushed to the young man's feet, and then turned his head and bowed, while bowing and shouting.

"Your Highness, King Xin! The country! You must not be without a king for a day!"

"The old minister Zhang Weixian asked His Highness to ascend the throne and take charge of the artifact to bless my Ming Dynasty!"

While talking, he tried hard to shed tears, as if he could not express his feelings without tears.

It was at this moment that the group of ministers who were kneeling in front woke up. Looking at the treacherous old man who rushed out, I wanted to slap himself twice.

The skill of following the dragon! The skill of following the dragon!!

Look at what I have done! What else is there for a dead emperor that is worthy of being so heartless! The one in front of me is the real dragon in the future!

What a pity! Zhang Weixian, the old fox, is truly a veteran of several dynasties. He is an old man without death, but he is a thief. He is so treacherous!

Someone took the lead. Are these ministers who were still sad for the people inside just now? They instantly targeted the target of His Highness, King Xin.

The first person who has been from Dragon's Achievement is gone, but the second person has to fall on him no matter how hard he is.

At least we must leave a good thought in the future emperor’s heart. After all, who doesn’t want to be a silence in the emperor’s heart?

If something happens in the future, the emperor can think of himself because he has the power of the dragon. This promotion is not here, and there are not many benefits.

And there is no risk at all. Since ancient times, the emperor has inherited his father's business. If he has no children, he will be brothers and brothers. His Highness King Xin is the younger brother of Emperor Tianqi. Not only that, before Emperor Tianqi's grand ceremony, he also left a will to make His Highness King Xin the emperor the emperor.

No one in the world is qualified to compete with His Highness, King Xin in front of him.

Now showing yourself is simply a deal that never loses money.

"Please ask His Highness the King to ascend the throne!"

Everyone present knelt at the feet of King Xin Zhu Youjian.

Zhu Youjian's arms tremblingly supported himself to get up. Because he had been kneeling for too long, his calf blood was not running smoothly, and he almost staggered to the ground.

He was a little scared inside, but what he feared was not the corpses inside, nor the ministers kneeling at his feet. What he feared was the future.

emperor!

What a crazy word!

emperor!

The noble of the Nine Five is supreme and the herdsman of Heaven.

But is the emperor really that easy to be?

Suddenly, Zhu Youjian seemed to see what he said to him when his brother Emperor Apocalypse was still alive.

At that time, the emperor's brother had already started to breathe heavily. Seeing that there were less breathing, Empress Zhang was standing by the side with the emperor's brother, quietly holding his hand without saying a word, and her eyes were red.

Zhu Youjian hurried into the hall and stepped forward and knelt down: "I'm kowtowing you to the emperor."

"Go up, come forward..." Emperor Tianqi saw Zhu Youjian coming, stretching out his arm weakly and waved it slightly weakly.

Zhu Youjian walked to the edge of the knee: "Is the dragon body good for the emperor brother?"

Tianqi smiled reluctantly, stretched out his weak hand and held the palm of King Xin hard, then moved his lips slightly and said to Queen Zhang, "Yan'er, you have suffered so many days, so go back and rest."

Of course, Empress Zhang knew what the emperor meant. He had something to tell King Xin, but this sentence could not be reached in the third ear. Even if she was the queen, Empress Zhang retreated silently without any resentment in her heart, because this was the imperial family.

"Brother." Zhu Youjian held Tianqi's cold palm with a look of concern.

"I will be in the world soon. After I leave, the world of Ming Dynasty will be handed over to you!" Tianqi used all his strength to grab Zhu Youjian's palm tightly.

"I will never dare to commit suicide. The emperor's good fortune is definitely cured." Zhu Youjian said quickly as if he was frightened.

"King of Trust! I have no children. Only you can take on this important task as the emperor. This position is yours." Tianqi breathed a few times: "I wish you will be the king of Yao and Shun, and I will protect my Ming Dynasty for thousands of years!"

"I must not dare." Zhu Youjian still shook his head.

"I have no choice, you must take on the heavy responsibility!" Tian Qi used his elbow to support his body, and his eyes were full of determination when he looked at King Xin.

"My...my brother..." Zhu Youjian looked at his brother's true feelings and didn't know what to say for a moment. It seemed that this brother who has always loved him was really hard to escape this time.
Chapter completed!