C12 Usury Succession?

The door opened and Zhao Shanzheng's family walked in with a eunuch.

The eunuch looked sad and panicked. He looked at the six vicious gods beside Zhao Shanzheng and bowed, wanting to say something but then stopped.

"They are all my trusted aides. If you have anything to say, just say it. Duke Shang, please do not worry about them!"

"Even the Emperor …" Before the court begins, when news of the defeat comes from the front of Xichuan, I enter the royal chamber. Discovering that the Emperor has … It has already died! "

"Emperor Fruit... He died? How … "What's going on?"

Zhao Shanzheng was so shocked that he stood up from his chair. He knew that he had said something wrong. He looked at Yang Ganzhen, who had a murderous look on his face.

"Last night, the emperor was refining pills in his bedroom by himself. He must have lost his mind after taking the pills and hung himself on a beam in his room!"

"Then, Shang Jiu, hurry up and go. I'll be there shortly!"

"Oh, by the way, you just said that there was news of defeat in Xichuan?" Elder Shang was about to leave when Zhao Shanzheng asked again.

"Yes, it's …" "I don't know the details," Elder Shang shook his head and left.

"What should we do?" Zhao Shanzheng waited until Mr Shang was far away before he asked Yang Ganzhen.

"Since you're done packing, go to the imperial government!"

"Men!" Zhao Shanzheng opened the door himself and shouted, "Prepare the imperial robes and sedan chair for me. We'll be going to the Purple City Palace in a while."

An hour later, Zhao Shanzheng went out in a palanquin under the escort of six new guards. Arriving at the main gate of the Zhao Family, he saw five weapons and two swords standing behind the two guards. There were six other horses tied to the tree beside him. The five weapons looked exactly the same as the ones used by Pentecost, but they were a bit bigger.

The six new guards picked up their own mounts and set off for the palace.

Along the way, there were also some officials who had gone to the royal palace to mourn.

The officials in the palanquin looked at each other, their faces full of sadness, but they were all polite to each other. So be it. Zhao Shanzheng and the others were at the front of the group.

In front of them was Purple City. The city gates of Purple City were tall and wide, and inside the city, indistinct, winding and chaotic howls of grief could be heard. There were many stone steps on the city wall, Yuanyuan's stone balls were on them, and soldiers were standing at the top of the battlements. All of them had a solemn expression on their faces.

Zhao Shanzheng's palanquin silently entered the city and many officials' palanquin silently followed behind him.

However, Yang Ganzhen shouted, "Lord Regional Commander, hold on!"

"What's wrong?" Zhao Shanzheng was confused.

"I heard something strange!"

Just as Yang Ganzhen finished his sentence, many people below the city were shocked — they saw a battlements suddenly collapse on the tower, and the big round stone ball at the top tilted outwards, then rolled and jumped like thunder towards Zhao Shanzheng's palanquin.

A large amount of people were dumbfounded.

At this moment, Yang Meng, who was at the side, jumped off his horse and kicked away the stone with a lightning-fast kick. Then he landed on his saddle as if nothing had happened.

The rock flew towards Yang Chao.

Yang Chao didn't wait for the rock to hit the ground before he made his move. The Flowing Gold Dang drew a white light in the air. Dingdang, Kacha, Sparks flew in all directions as the stone ball shattered.

Countless rainbow-colored threads were fluttering in the wind among the shattered rocks.

Under Yang Ganzhen's instructions, Zhao Shanzheng's palanquin was surrounded by six cavalry guards, and as if nothing had happened, they walked into the Purple City.

Daoist Everlasting and Lee Hengfang, who were stealthily following behind them, saw the soldiers of the officials behind them pick up the falling silk.

On the silk was written in seven colors: "Zhao Shanzheng is the Son of Heaven".

Astonishment again.

Zhao Shanzheng got off the palanquin at a corner far away from the palace, while the officials followed behind him.

Zhao Shanzheng walked into the palace with Yang Ganzhen behind him, followed by a bunch of court officials of varying sizes.

The court quickly filled with people. Everyone waited for a long time, but the throne was always empty.

"We have to accept the fact that the Emperor passed away," it was Zhao Shanzheng who first opened his mouth, "But the kingdom cannot live without a ruler, and... First, let's invite Crown Prince Zheng Longjing to succeed the throne! "

"Prince Zheng Long, please succeed the throne —" The eunuchs' male ducks' voices rang out one after the other, and were transmitted to the imperial harem. Soon, an eleven-year-old child was led out by his father-in-law to the Dragon Throne. Zheng Longtou, on the other hand, was full of joy. The eunuch behind him was carrying a tray with a dragon robe, dragon boots, and a dragon crown.

"Put on the dragon robe for the new king!" It was Zhao Shanzheng's voice again.

The Crown Prince stretched out his hands joyfully. Then, Elder Shang and another eunuch unfurled their dragon robes and moved behind the Crown Prince. At this moment, Yang Ganzhen, who was standing beside Zhao Shanzheng, suddenly flew up the nine steps and arrived in front of Dragon Throne.

He grabbed the dragon robe with one hand and threw it away. The dragon robe floated down and rested on Zhao Shanzheng's shoulder.

Zhao Shanzheng stood in a daze, and so did all the civil and military officials.

Yang Ganzhen's other hand was already in the crown prince's crotch. The crown prince suddenly fell to the ground and howled, his testicles had already been crushed. Yang Ganzhen extended one of his legs and crushed the crown prince's head and cried.

The entire imperial court was at a loss for words. The only sounds that could be heard were the clashing of weapons in the harem, as well as miserable cries and shouts.

Yang Ganzhen cleared his throat: "Twenty-six years ago, there was a coup d'état here. That old dog, Zheng Maisi, crushed the egg of the Crown Prince that came to the Dragon Court to inherit the throne after the death of the previous King of Nanzhao, sat in the Dragon Court himself, and even hooked up with his treacherous disciple, Ding Guangyuan. He had unreasonably taken the life of the number one warrior of the imperial court, Yang Deng. Sun Tie's vengeful spirit had yet to disperse. He had been directly reincarnated and was now here for revenge! "

"Yang Deng?" Someone secretly glanced at Yang Ganzhen.

"This is called returning the favor," Yang Ganzhen continued, "The reborn Yang Deng is me, Yang Ganzhen. I also crushed Zheng Long's' dragon egg ', but I do not covet that dragon throne. Yesterday, my five brothers already took the lives of Ding Guangyuan and his five sons of bitches in the army. Today, they came to settle accounts with Zheng Maisi's descendants, and it has nothing to do with anyone else. As for the position of the imperial court, it should belong to the descendant of Shun Huazhen of the Meng Family. However, since the descendant of the Meng Family was no longer within the Nanzhao, the world should belong to the virtuous. "Everyone is an official of the imperial government, who is the most virtuous person in the entire imperial court?"

The court was silent, with only Yang Ganzhen's voice echoing from the beams.

"Who is the most virtuous person in this dynasty?" Yang Ganzhen asked again.

"Speaking of virtue, you should be the first one to push Dongchuan, Regional Commander and Zhao Shanzheng!" At this moment, a voice sounded. His voice was not loud, but it was calm and clear.

Yang Ganzhen was surprised when he saw the official who spoke.

That person stepped forward and cupped his fists as he bowed. She had a delicate and pretty face like a lady. Her steps were like that of a tiger, and her waist were like that of a wolf. However, her movements carried the shape of a dragon.

"Who are you?" Yang Ganzhen asked.

"Tong Hai Regional Commander, Duan Siping!" The answer was neither servile nor overbearing.

At this time, Yang Ganzhen didn't have time to think about it further, another official spoke up. "Shanju, Regional Commander Shan, also thinks that Zhao Shanzheng is the most virtuous one!"

The rest of the officials followed suit.

Yang Ganzhen walked down the stairs and supported Zhao Shanzheng to the Dragon Throne. Like a piece of wood, Zhao Shanzheng was slowly moved towards the Dragon Throne by Yang Ganzhen …

Then Daoist Everlasting reached out and pulled Lee Hengfang out of the palace of the State of Nanzhao.

They walked out of the Purple City and came to a quiet place.

"It seems like the historical records say that eight months later, Yang Ganzhen seized Zhao Shanzheng's throne and became the sovereign!"

"No," Daoist Everlasting said, "Yang Ganzhen became Regional Commander in Dongchuan, Zhao Shanzheng sat in the Dragon Court, and made a peace treaty with King Jian of Shu. However, at this time, the history of Shun Huazhen's popularity on Erhai Lake was still circulating throughout the country. People all said that Yang Ganzhen was Shun Huazhen's bone and blood, so Zhao Shanzheng built the stage and 'gave' the dragon throne 'to that Shun Huazhen's descendant! "