Above the main hall.
The fake Zhu Youwen looked at the ministers kneeling in the middle of the hall, wearing official robes, and really... couldn't react.
If even half of this country was his, but now that the war was eroding and the front lines were losing troops and generals one after another, he would be as anxious as an ant on a fire, and he would be in constant panic all day long.
But the reality is so cruel. Po Meng used her absolutely stable skills and absolutely terrifying dominance to tell him that the country of Daliang is neither his nor the people of Daliang, but belongs to someone else or some other people.
Po Meng's power is so stable and her control over the 'Xuanming Sect' is so strong that the fake Zhu Youwen can honestly act as a puppet in the Jiao Lan Palace.
Under the control of the fake Zhu Youwen and Meng Po, from the time Zhu Youqian rebelled until Li Cunli overthrew Zhengzhou, the Liang court did not make any reaction.
But his indifferent look made the ministers anxious.
Seeing that Li Xingyun, who was just a moss disease a few months ago, has now taken over Luoyang and has the potential to sweep the world!
Your Majesty, whether it’s war or surrender, you have to tell me.
To put it bluntly, it is a war. There are still hundreds of thousands of troops in Bianzhou City, and the land of Weibo in the north has not been lost. There is still a large area of land and rich land behind them. At least they will not encounter the danger of a flanking attack from both sides.
If it is surrender, please give me the right words, and the ministers will make preparations in private.
Even if it is to move the capital, this is a big project that requires preparation and really needs to be put on the agenda.
"Uh...wait a little longer, discuss again, discuss again..." Fake Zhu Youwen yawned as usual, looked at the ministers in the palace, and said.
"There can be no further discussion, Your Majesty!" The minister looked at the fake Zhu Youwen who was sitting in the highest position and asked anxiously.
"Now Li Xingyun's soldiers and horses can arrive at the city at any time. Your Majesty, you must make plans in advance!" The minister's advice was sincere, and all the officials of the Liang Kingdom in the palace were frightened after hearing this.
"Fork it out." Fake Zhu Youwen spoke and ordered coldly and mercilessly.
He must play the role of Hunjun well, otherwise Meng Po will kill him.
"Your Majesty, no, Your Majesty...
The country is at stake, Your Majesty! "Several soldiers rushed into the hall, and without any explanation, they carried Da Liang Chengong, who was still shouting, out of the Jiao Lan Hall.
"Since nothing happens, let's retreat over there." After a long time, no one spoke, the fake Zhu Youwen waved his hand and said.
"Report!" At this moment, a rapid voice sounded.
It seemed like someone wanted to come here to spread some news. In fact, with how much Meng Po knew about Bianzhou, it was impossible to let in irrelevant people.
"Your Majesty, gentlemen, there is urgent news coming from the front line." The man knelt down on one knee and said.
"Tell me." Fake Zhu Youwen replied.
"Your Majesty, Li Xingyun has proclaimed himself emperor in Luoyang." While reporting, the man recorded the reactions of the ministers in the palace one by one as a response to the people behind him.
"What!"
"how come?!"
In an instant, the crowd in Jiao Lan Hall suddenly began to discuss things, whispering to each other, like boiling water. Suddenly, a lively sound echoed in the air, like the busy buzzing of countless bees. They were in groups, whispering to each other, in low voices, with furrowed brows and solemn and focused expressions.
Li Xingyun proclaimed himself emperor, once again tearing away the few fig leaves of Daliang.
At this time, even if Daliang's ministers were quite ostriches, they couldn't do it.
…
Inside Luoyang Palace.
The main hall stands tall and majestic, with flowers blooming in the red courtyard, gurgling water, and layers of bead curtains and brocade silk covers, glowing with dazzling colors. Gold lacquer, carved beams and emerald pillars, and glazed jade tiles sparkle with luxury and magnificence.
The palace is filled with treasures and rare objects. The dragon-patterned throne hangs high, inlaid with gems and pearls, exuding a charming light. The palace is filled with fragrance, and wisps of fragrance permeate it. The beautiful scenery painted on the flower and bird painting wall seems like heaven compared with the purgatory-like human world.
In Li Xingyun's bedroom.
Lu Linxuan was still sleeping soundly on the couch.
She was really exhausted.
But the empress insisted on getting up and "dressing" Li Xingyun to change. No matter how Li Xingyun emphasized that he could dress himself, it was of no use.
It was once a boy's dream to be dressed by a beauty like the Empress, but now, it has become a reality that is weighing heavily on him.
The empress has a noble temperament and is gentle and elegant, just like an ancient fairy coming to the world. She has a beautiful appearance, elegant and dignified features, slightly raised eyebrows, and bright eyes, as if stars are shining in them.
At this moment, she was only wearing two pieces of obscene clothing, which fully displayed her perfect figure like a curved sculpture. The slender figure shows elegance and confidence, with a slender waist, plump and straight breasts, attractive buttocks curves, skin like cream, fair and delicate, and smooth as jade.
There was an inexplicable tenderness and understanding in her movements, which surprised Li Xingyun...
He really didn't expect that the empress, who looked at the mirror in yellow and clad in cold light, had such a gentle and gentle side.
"Thank you." Both of them were silent for a while. After a long time, Li Xingyun said softly, breaking the silence between the two.
"Your Majesty, please." The empress turned around, took down a sword from the shelf on the side, presented the sword respectfully with both hands, and said.
This was the Longquan Sword he had given to the Empress before, and he never expected it to be back in his hands in this way.
"Yes." Li Xingyun nodded when he heard this, and took the sword with both hands. Then, holding the Longquan sword in one hand, he turned around to leave.
Behind him, the empress knelt down respectfully, kowtowed and bid farewell to her husband.
…
Walk out of the bedroom.
Li Xingyun looked at one of the guards and said, "It is said that King Li Siyuan of the Jin Dynasty is here."
In fact, he just wanted to find Sanqianyuan first.
Among the people in Luoyang today, Sanqianyuan, who is a bad person, is obviously more trustworthy by him.
Moreover, as Li Siyuan, he can gain the trust of all parties and mediate among them.
Not long after, Sanqianyuan rushed to Li Xingyun with a face that belonged to Li Siyuan.
He is dressed in white Confucian clothes, wearing a Confucian crown and holding a fan. He has a smile on his Buddha face and looks gentle and elegant.
He first bowed down and saluted, and then looked around. Seeing that there was no one around, he no longer spoke in a false voice, but spoke in his true voice: "My lord, the evil man is hidden in the sky, congratulations to your majesty."
"Why are you so happy?" Li Xingyun looked at Sanqianyuan in front of him and asked expressionlessly.
"Your Majesty's wedding should be a happy event!" Sanqianyuan said respectfully.
(End of chapter)
