Fantastic Fantasy: The Daughter of Cloud Raising Luck at the Opening

This is the emperor of the southern kingdom?

Wei Zian narrowed his eyes slightly, trying his best to conceal the killing intent in his heart.

Emperor Wu was more than seven feet tall. Although his hair was gray, he still looked hale and hearty.

However, his body was a little stooped, and there was an undisguised exhaustion in those cloudy eyes.

After all, it is still old.

"Everyone, today is February [-]nd, as the old saying goes..."

Hearing Emperor Wu's calm and dignified voice, Wei Zi'an couldn't help thinking of his master's evaluation of him.

It is difficult for a king of Mingde to stand still and be self-proclaimed. It is difficult to grow strong, and it is even more difficult to maintain success.

In the words of Mr. Kai, this emperor was still a good Mingjun when the sea of ​​​​qi was not broken. In terms of governing the country, but he is no longer able to do so now. He is no longer the mighty king he was back then.

The hearts of the people are against each other, the courtiers harm the country, the king ignores politics and concentrates on cultivating Taoism, the world is in chaos, and the people are worthless.

Wei Zi'an couldn't understand why the emperor was still immersed in his unrealistic fantasy, given the country's internal and external troubles?
On Qingyun Peak, Emperor Wu talked eloquently, even if the people below didn't want to listen, they had no choice but to bow their heads and listen.

Especially several high-ranking ministers, when they heard that the emperor didn't say a word, their faces turned red, they pondered for a moment, were surprised for a moment, and then applauded in admiration.

If it comes to acting skills, I'm afraid the winner of the Golden Horse Award is still far behind.

Wei Zian became a little impatient after hearing this, especially the emperor on the stage may be related to the cause of his mother's death, and now he still wants to take important people away from him.

Wei Zi'an deliberately refuted, wishing to stand up and slap the dog emperor in the face.

But he couldn't and couldn't.

All living beings are watching, unless he can have a sword that traverses the world in his hand, so that everyone can listen to him quietly.

Wei Zi'an slowly closed his eyes, out of sight and out of mind.

Stretching out his hand to press the Jinghong Sword hanging from his waist, the cold blade stimulated his skin, and the cold temperature seemed to be tightly attached to his heart.

He felt himself quiet down too.

Qingyun Peak is located in the very center of the capital, with a flat terrain and almost no people living in the surrounding area. A little farther away is a group of markets, and a little further away is the moat of the capital.

The wind in spring is warm and peaceful, but if you only wear an unlined garment, you can feel its icy chill.

It was cold but not bone-piercing. Wei Zi'an closed his eyes, and before he knew it, his face was frozen stiff.

Tong Xiangyu, who was holding Wei Zian's arm, noticed this phenomenon, and was a little surprised in his heart. He was already a monk in the Seven Star Realm, so why was he still being eroded by the frost?

Having said that, Tong Xiangyu still held his slightly cold palm lightly, and passed the wisps of warm heat.

Wei Zi'an's current state is very mysterious. He holds the Jinghong Sword, as if he has also entered the world of the sword and feels its emotions.

The gently trembling sword sound was as crisp and beautiful as a ring pendant.

The Jinghong sword trembled slightly, and Wei Zian's heart lake was like a stone thrown into it, causing ripples.

In the distance, Bai Yi, who looked around with his head held high, seemed to feel something in his heart, and a loud and clear sword cry echoed in his mind.

Bai Yi turned his head in surprise, and looked at the young man in green shirt in the distance with admiration in his eyes.

Good boy, in just one month, he actually realized the technique of hiding swords.

As expected, it was the junior sister who took a fancy to it.

Thinking of this, the corners of Wei Zi'an's mouth rose slightly, and he reached out to touch Xia Emei's shoulder in front of him.

"Ok?"

Xia Emei, who was listening in a daze, turned her head in a daze, and looked at the senior brother who looked surprised.

"He got it."

Bai Yi spoke softly, smiling all over his face.

Got it?

Xia Emei blinked, then turned her head to look at the blue-clothed swordsman in the distance in a daze.

Just now, a vague sword cry flashed in her heart, but she thought it was an auditory hallucination.

It turned out that the idiot realized it.

Xia Emei withdrew her gaze and pouted her lips, feeling a little complicated.

Looking at the eyes and movements of that sister, it seems that she has some interest in Wei Zian.

Well……

Xia Emei looked down, she seemed to have an advantage.

The other side of Qingyun Peak.

Fu Ling, who was in the presence of the old god, raised her head abruptly, and almost subconsciously looked at the junior brother on the other side.

Junior brother's kendo...seems to be more refined.

Fu Ling just took a glance and then turned around, feeling a little dazed.

It's only been a long time, and he has reached such a state.

Fu Ling suddenly thought of her elder brother.

At this age, it seems that the senior brother really didn't have the achievements of the junior junior brother.

The master is really amazing... No, the junior brother is really amazing!

"Swordsmen, scholars, people with lofty ideals, heroes of the world, all enter the hero platform..."

Emperor Wu talked eloquently, from scenery to talent, and finally stopped.

"and many more!"

Just when Emperor Wu was about to turn around and leave, a voice shattered Qing Yunfeng's silence.

"Oh?" Emperor Wu turned around and looked at the old man standing up blankly, "Lan Aiqing, what's the matter with you?"

"The minister was a commoner, and he worked in agriculture in his time. Later, he was appreciated by the late emperor and was able to serve our court." Lan Aiqing put her hands together in front of her right side, with a solemn expression.

"However, the situation is changing, and it will take dozens of years to go. My situation is getting worse and worse. People's hearts are ups and downs, internal and external troubles. Before, there was the disaster of the Yue country, and after that, there was the chaos of the demon clan."

Lan Aiqing's face straightened, "Eating the emperor's salary and taking care of the emperor's worries, this is the principle of the world."

Speaking of this, Lan Aiqing suddenly finished the series, and said in a deep voice: "I think that the world is about to fall, and changes need to be made."

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was in an uproar.

All the people present changed their colors. They thought it was just an ordinary opening ceremony, but they didn't expect it to be a special forced palace!

Wei Zi'an watched this scene with great interest, and in all fairness, he also thought that this world was so rotten that it couldn't be any worse.

He wanted to see how Emperor Wu would react.

"En." Emperor Wu nodded lightly, his old face was as deep as stagnant water.

He has never seen such a big storm, but this time it is a bit different, it seems that it has been planned for a long time.

Emperor Wu lightly cast aside the expressions of the other ministers, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Lan Aiqing, what do you think I should do?"

When Lan Aiqing heard this, a flash of determination flashed across her face, and she continued: "I believe that in ancient times, Rao Chan surrendered to Shun, and Shun surrendered to Yu. Throughout the ages, the virtuous can occupy high positions."

"I thought it was time for His Majesty to rest."

As soon as the words fell, a group of ministers stepped forward one after another and stood behind Lan Aiqing.

"I implore, Your Majesty abdicates!"

"The old minister agrees!"

"My minister agrees!"