Depression has also been seen in the palace, and those who have the ability and ability to escape have already escaped.
The emperor was furious and killed another group.
Nowadays, the cold palace looks like a big cemetery, where a dynasty of more than four hundred years is about to be buried.
The ministers had already dispersed, and it was not known how many of them had secretly communicated with people outside the city.
Rivers and mountains collapsed and dynasties changed.
Ministers can change their masters, but the emperor can only die for his country.
Emperor Qinghong was over forty years old. He was sitting on the dragon throne, as confused as a child.
In the first half of his life, he was controlled and suppressed by the Demon Queen, and he had no freedom at all.
So when the Demon Queen Mother was eliminated, the emperor, who had been the puppet emperor for more than ten years, let himself go.
In the next few years, although Prince Rui kept nagging at the side, Prince Rui was not a powerful minister. Prince Quan did not deprive the emperor of his rights and dictate the direction of the court.
Perhaps this was also a major failure of King Rui during his lifetime.
After that, although Prince Rui worked hard as a cobbler, he could not mend the broken shoes of the Ming Dynasty at all.
When he saw Cao Zhe walking into the hall step by step, His Majesty the Emperor immediately panicked and let out a piercing scream: "Guard! Guard! There is an assassin! Someone is coming! There is an assassin!"
Cao Zhe flicked his sleeves and robe, stood up straight, looked at the bewildered emperor and said: "I am Xuan Xuanzi, everyone in the world respects me as master. This time I have met the emperor!"
When Emperor Qinghong heard this, he couldn't restrain his anger at first, but then he barely restrained the malice in his eyes, and then said in a dry voice: "You are the Master? I have announced that you will be an official in the court many times, why do you Not allowed?"
Cao Zhe smiled and said nothing, but he was actually thinking: "Is this happening?"
Emperor Qinghong then said quickly: "Master! Now I make you the national preceptor, the great national pillar, and the king. You have the right to see the emperor without worshiping. In addition, what do you like in my palace? Treasures! Women! Anything is fine, just take it!”
"You...you immediately repel the traitor for me. I order you...no...don't ask you!"
Cao Zhe didn't say a single unnecessary word, but the emperor slipped off the throne and was on the verge of collapse.
Cao Zhe said: "It can indeed be done! But I just want to ask, Your Majesty, how do you think this world should be governed?"
Emperor Qinghong suddenly raised his head, his eyes bursting with bright light: "I will open warehouses to release grain, and... light corvees and small taxes, and... reduce corvees, I will be a good emperor, please... ··please!"
Cao Zhe shook his head, and then said: "Get ready to write a letter of resignation!"
Emperor Qinghong's eyes widened and he immediately screamed: "No! No! I won't write! I won't write!"
Cao Zhe said: "You can write it!"
After that, he walked out of the hall.
At the entrance of the palace, two eunuchs who had already stood still bowed to Cao Zhe and then walked into the palace.
Cao Zhe spread the aura of awe-inspiring people, and perhaps his disciples were mostly scholars with a righteous mind.
But he spread martial arts, and his disciples were all-encompassing.
The eunuchs in the palace also have his disciples... This is not surprising!
On the city wall, the flames of war have been ignited.
Speeding warriors, Taoists who control various Taoist arts, demons hiding in the crowd, and all kinds of aliens and sneaky people are all on this battlefield, appearing and disappearing, each with their own plans and greedy needs.
When Cao Zhe climbed up the tower, all the chaos was put on hold.
As many as one thousand and one immortal energy gathered into a vast formation in Cao Zhe's body.
When the battle is unfolding, everything in the world must obey Cao Zhe's orders.
"Master!" Someone recognized Cao Zhe and wanted to bow down. Then he thought of Cao Zhe's teachings and stopped.
Then, no matter which camp they were from, the voices calling for 'Master' became louder and louder than the waves.
In the central army formation, Shifo Wangsen and White Lotus Leader Sheng Qianlun both changed their expressions at the same time, but they did not dare to order an attack on the Taoist standing on the top of the city.
"This battle lasted for a long time!"
"It's time to take a rest!" Cao Zhe said.
Many people below, whose originally surging fighting spirit suddenly restrained themselves, were waiting for Cao Zhe's next words.
Wang Sen rode his demonized war horse to the front of the battle, looked up at this world-famous master, and then clasped his fists and said, "The battle has come to an end, and we have lost sight of it. It is impossible for us to return, master, please forgive me!"
Cao Zhe said: "You have misunderstood what I meant!"
"I mean... this war is over! A new dynasty, a new emperor, will also ascend the throne."
"The man in the palace is already writing the abdication edict. Since King Rui owed such a promise back then, I will return this promise to you on his behalf today."
As soon as Cao Zhe's words fell to the ground, almost all the soldiers, whether under the city wall or on the city wall, breathed a sigh of relief, and then cheers gathered from all directions.
If this war, which is bound to suffer heavy casualties, can be avoided and everything can be peacefully transitioned, that would of course be the best.
Wang Sen also showed joy. Among the princes, his Wenxiang Sect had the most soldiers and the strongest strength.
If anyone is qualified to be the new emperor, he will do his part.
As for the White Lotus Sect, they had been too entangled with the imperial army before, and they did not have talents like Zhang Sheng to help with farming behind the scenes. On the surface, their strength was far inferior to that of the Wenxiang Sect.
"May I ask Master, since Qinghong is willing to abdicate, who will the new emperor belong to?" Wang Sen asked.
Cao Zhe's eyes swept over all the princes one by one.
Then he asked: "Then I would like to ask, this country belongs to you, and how do you plan to manage this great river and mountain?"
Wang Sen was the first to respond.
His answer was much more in-depth and profound than Qinghong's.
It is by no means a rhetorical so-called light corvee and low endowment to cultivate people's livelihood. Everyone will say this. How to do it and how to implement it is the real difficulty.
After Wang Sen answered, Sheng Qianlun and other princes responded one after another.
The opinions are similar, and there are some occasional bright spots, but it is not advisable to be too 'advanced'.
Cao Zhe's eyes finally fell on Zhang Sheng.
Then he said: "We meet again! This time... what answer will you give me?"
Zhang Sheng was stunned for a moment, and then understood the meaning of Cao Zhe's words!
yes!
Who else could create such a magical and powerful technique as the "Farming Sutra" except this master who taught the world?
Zhang Sheng bowed deeply and then replied: "I think that governing a country is nothing more than making sure that everyone has enough to eat, is warmly clothed, lives and works in peace and contentment, and has less worries. As long as it can be done, it doesn't really matter what the policy is."
This answer is indeed a bit crude.
Wang Sen showed a satisfied look and gave Zhang Sheng a knowing look.
"That's right! It's a bit simple, but I like it very much!"
"So, you will be the emperor next!" Cao Zhe directly ordered the emperor and settled on Zhang Sheng.
Of course, this decision was not a conclusion reached on the spur of the moment.
During these long years, Zhang Sheng has always restrained his desires and greed, and even overcame the temptation of martial arts, choosing to cultivate people's livelihood, truly putting the well-being of the people first, and putting his personal power, fame and fortune second.
In this melee for the world, Zhang Sheng had many opportunities to grow stronger and stronger, but he chose to stay behind, silently calming the people's hearts and stabilizing the people's livelihood. He even nominally surrendered to Wang Sen, which was equivalent to To a certain extent, they gave up their own future.
Such a person may not be an 'Emperor' in the traditional sense.
But Cao Zhe likes it!
And as long as Cao Zhe likes it, this is already the strongest and most indisputable reason!
As soon as Cao Zhe said this, all the princes were in an uproar.
Then Wang Sen and Sheng Qianlun's expressions also darkened.
Wang Sen even sneered: "Master, it is inevitable that you think too highly of yourself! We, the people, bought this world with our swords and swords. How can you decide it with just one word?"
