Zongwu: Two Thousand Years Later, I Will Be the Emperor of Heaven!

　　The king of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Ji, was in his late forties, wearing an imperial robe with pleated dragon patterns. His handsome face was pale, revealing the state of a gentleman.

　　Throughout the Song Dynasty, and even in the whole of China, no one knows that this Song official's poetry, calligraphy and painting are excellent, but he does not know how to be an emperor.

　　It has been more than two months since the last time I went to court.

　　"Chen and others see the emperor, long live my emperor, long live, long live."

　　Seeing Zhao Ji's appearance, the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty hurriedly leaned down and bowed down. What's more, they secretly pinched themselves to determine whether they were dreaming.

　　"No gift to be flattened!"

　　Zhao Ji on the throne, wearing imperial robes, still gave people a feeling of 'not like a prince', yawned lazily, and said to the ministers.

　　"Report to the official family!"

　　Among the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty, only the Sixth Five Gods Marquis standing at the head of the squad of military commanders, Zhuge Zheng, knew why Zhao Ji came to court today.

　　Yesterday, he annoyed this romantic prince in Zhao Ji's ear for a whole day, and then reminded the other party that as an emperor, he must not only play with beauties in the harem, but also deal with the affairs of the court.

　　Early in the morning to Fang Qi, Zhuge Zheng, who had a wrinkled face and tied up his silver hair, came out of the queue with a jade wat in his hand, and saluted Zhao Ji.

　　"The six gate gods arrested Zhu Xiawu and secretly formed the Yangtze River Waterway Alliance, gathering more than [-] water bandits with ulterior motives. The old minister urges the officials to issue a decree to remove Zhu Xiawu from the official body of the thief, and order him to be wanted!"

　　As soon as Zhuge Zheng opened his mouth, he pierced through things that no one dared to mention rashly.Sadness is looming on the face of kindness and kindness.

　　In the past, he had also met Zhu Xiawu several times. Although he saw that this person was not simple, he did not expect his ambitions to be so great.

　　Combined with the evidence that spread all over the city of Bianliang overnight, Zhu Xiawu's ambition is clear: he wants to be emperor!

　　"My minister agrees!"

　　"The official family, Zhu Xiawu colluded with the Qing soldiers and betrayed the Song Dynasty, and must be severely punished!"

　　"Wei Chen agrees!"

　　……

　　Zhuge Zheng and I have served in the Great Song Dynasty for decades, and there are only a few disciples under his knees, not even a descendant of close blood.

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　　Now with a raised arm, more than a dozen ministers walked out of the train, echoing Zhuge Zheng's opinion.

　　Zhuge Zheng, I am the head of the military ministers, and Cai Jing is the head of the civil ministers.

　　This old man who has been up and down in the Song Dynasty for decades, whose power is intertwined, and can be called the uncrowned king, looked at the people of Zhuge Zheng and my party with interest.

　　"Master, what do you mean?"

　　Zhao Ji had seen Zhu Xiawu once or twice, and he had also heard of the infamous Zhu Datianwang, but he never thought that the two were the same thing.

　　"Official family," Cai Jing, who was old and still dominated the prime minister's position, came out and bowed his hands, "Zhu Xiawu's crime is conclusive, so he should be removed from his name. However, the old minister thought that Zhu Xiawu and other officials and bandits came out of the six gates. How can we guarantee the innocence of other arresting heads! In the opinion of the old minister, the officials should send people to rectify the six gates, so as to prevent problems before they happen.”

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　　So cruel!

　　After listening to Cai Jing's words, he had such an idea in the capital of the Chinese military.

　　No one knows that Six Gates is the political enemy of Cai Jing, where Zhuge Zheng I started. Even if Zhuge Zheng I was transferred from Six Gates for many years, Six Gates are still in the hands of his disciples and students. Zhu Xiawu is a special case.

　　Cai Jing's use of Zhu Xiawu is to break Zhuge Zheng's arm!

　　"What Taishi said is very true," Zhao Ji, the official family of the Song Dynasty on the throne, said without hesitation, "Then let..."

　　While speaking, Zhao Ji looked around at the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty, and he did not go to court for several months. Except for a few people such as Cai Jing and Zhuge Zheng, many of whom looked familiar to him, but could not name them.

　　"The Taishi himself will be responsible for rectifying the six gates." After deliberating for a while, Zhao Ji gave up the idea of ​​choosing one of the ministers whom he didn't know. !"

　　"Old minister Xie Guanjia Long En."

　　Zhuge Zheng I came out again, secretly made up my mind, and after the court, let Ru Qing, Tie Shou and others resign temporarily, and resume their positions after Cai Jing's so-called 'rectification' is completed.

　　"The old minister leads the order."

　　Cai Jing was secretly disappointed and said calmly.

　　Crackling!

　　The two old foxes looked at each other in no particular order, their turbid old eyes filled with the smell of gunpowder.Four.

Chapter 91

　　Bianjing City, the helm of the Power Gang.

　　"Hahaha."

　　Returning wounded, Li Chenzhou, the leader of the Power Gang who successfully revealed the true face of King Zhu Datian, burst into laughter when he heard the news from the gang.

　　"Let Cai Jing rectify the six doors, and then let Zhuge Zheng take over." Li Chenzhou smiled and said, "Haha, the faces of these two must be very exciting now."

　　"If Cai Jing is smart enough, he can only rectify the old department that Zhu Xiawu couldn't take away. If he dares to toss Zhuge Zheng's people too much, then turn his head, and many of his men will have to go to the six doors. prison."

　　"Cough, cough, cough!"

　　At the end of the laugh, the turbulent emotions affected Li Chenzhou's unrecovered internal injuries, and he coughed rapidly.

　　"Sink the boat!"

　　Seeing this, Zhao Shirong, who was sitting beside Li Chenzhou, hurriedly put a hand on her husband's back and used a warm inner strength to help her husband ease his breath.

　　"Boss, Sister Rong." Liu Suifeng on the other side saw this harmonious picture and said, "I have another piece of news here, about the Heavenly Dao Pavilion Master!"

　　"Suifeng, what did you find out?" Li Chenzhou's brows loomed with fear, "Could it be, you found out the truth of the emperor's body that day!"

　　Liu Suifeng gave a wry smile and said, "Boss, I'm sorry to disappoint you. During this time, I have read all the martial arts in the past three hundred years, but I still haven't found any clues about the Heavenly Emperor's Dharma Body. I'm afraid, The words of the pavilion master of the Heavenly Dao are indeed somewhat probable, that the Qin Emperor, Ying Yu, really went to be the emperor of heaven!"

　　God!

　　Hearing this title representing the ultimate status, Li Chenzhou's ambition was not under Zhu Xiawu's, and he was still despairing and frustrated.

　　"Mrs. Shan Meixian of Dongming drove the Dongming to Mantuo Villa." Liu Suifeng quickly said the information.

　　Zhao Shirong Liu Ye frowned lightly, "Dongming number? Could it be that Ying Yu came to the Song Dynasty this time for the weapons of the Dongming faction!"

　　Li Chenzhou said in a deep voice: "It should be inseparable from ten. Since he wants to start an army, he must have weapons. Which side's weapons are more suitable than the Dongming faction' ~."

　　"Suifeng, the events of that day have been spread throughout the martial arts, but is there any other news about Tiandao Pavilion?"

　　Liu Suifeng nodded and said: "There is indeed one. Several temples of the Emperor of Heaven have appeared, and Emperor Qin Yingyu is the Emperor of Heaven!"

　　Tiandi Temple?

　　For some reason, when Li Chenzhou heard these three words, he felt inexplicably trembling.

　　…………

　　Hangzhou City.

　　In a corner of the suburbs, a rudimentary temple stands up, the black paint on the plaque is still dry, and the temple itself is temporarily rebuilt with a rudimentary thatched hut.

　　However, poor people continued to enter the temple to offer incense.

　　"Your Majesty, the merciful and merciful Emperor of Heaven, I beg you to bless the husband of the people's wife to recover as soon as possible!"

　　"Your Majesty, my family is dying of poverty, please give me some money!"

　　"Meet the Emperor, I want a daughter-in-law!"

　　……

　　Hangzhou is not far from Suzhou. In the battle outside the city of Suzhou, too many people participated, and there were many people who escaped.

　　Naturally, although the upper-level people tacitly refrained from mentioning this matter, the common people did not care about it. I don’t know who built a temple, and then the surrounding people came to offer incense and pray.

　　There is a wooden table in the temple as a shrine. On top of it is a clay sculpture and wood sculpture, which is barely dressed as an emperor. If there is not a spiritual seat in front of it, it is written: The God of Heavenly Emperor Yingyu will be regarded as an earth temple that can be seen everywhere. !

　　After seeing the temple, the foolish people worshipped the gods and offered incense, and then left one after another.

　　Time slips away silently, until the Golden Crow falls, the open door is covered, and no one will come to offer incense to the God of Heaven.

　　It was another half an hour, and the sky was clear and the darkness turned into darkness. This unremarkable Temple of Heavenly Emperor became more and more gloomy. I am afraid that many timid people would not even dare to approach.

　　In such an environment, a personable and distinguished man suddenly appeared, even though he was dressed in sackcloth and linen, he couldn't hide his gentleness.

　　The snow-white folding fan fell into the man's hands and swung it gracefully.

　　"What does the pavilion master want to do?" After taking refuge in Ying Yu, Gu Xichao, who was on a mission under Ying Yu's order, observed the Temple of Heavenly Emperor not far away and wondered, "Why do we want to build these temples everywhere, and even specifically order the ones that can't be built? Great, let’s take the time to realize some insignificant wishes. Is it possible that Qin Huang Ying Yu has really become the Emperor Ying Yu?”

　　At the end, Gu Xichao shook her head to herself, feeling that this idea was not just absurd.

　　Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

　　Muttering a few words to himself, Gu Xichao clapped his palms and gave a crisp applause.

　　Before the applause fell, several people were dressed in black and wrapped their entire bodies. Only a figure with two small eyes appeared behind him. The dark attire blended with the night, like ghosts in the darkness, waiting for Gu Xichao's order.

　　"Zhang San's family lost a pig, bought a pig and threw it back; the five taels of private house money saved by Wang Wuniang can't be found, so help her find it; also, the daughter of the Li family, who is in the skin and meat business, wants to be good and prepare for her A few taels of silver will be sent to a hundred miles away,"

　　Gu Xichao thought about the insignificant wishes narrated by the plain-headed people after observing this day, picked a few at random, and instructed these people to do it.

　　"' 〃 Yes!"

　　Several men in black bowed their heads, turned around and disappeared into the vast moonlight.

　　"You can't stay here for a long time, it's time to go!"

　　After staying in Hangzhou for three days, Gu Xichao, who had fulfilled more than a dozen slightly absurd wishes one after another, thought about the conversation he overheard when he passed by the Prefect's Mansion last night, and he was moved.

　　Destroy the prostitution and capture the demon behind it!

　　Unfortunately, the wish has been fulfilled, and even if the government is destroyed, there will still be people offering sacrifices to the Emperor!

　　"Hehehe."

　　…………

　　Gusu, Mantuo Villa.

　　The dark night was like black silk, in the room that Li Qingluo arranged for Ying Yu.

　　The incomparably beautiful Ying Yu sat cross-legged on the futon, with five hearts facing the sky. The hundreds of thousands of martial arts he had read recently were circulating in the sea of ​​​​knowledge.

　　Beyond the (good) realm of heaven and man, the consciousness of the realm of the gods only needs to be turned once, and all the martial arts such as Qingcheng School's Qingzi nine dozen, Chengzi eighteen broken, five tigers breaking the door knife, etc. The tedious tricks are eliminated.