The days when I was working in the West Factory

Chapter 386
dong dong dong...

The bells continued to ring, coming from the Chengtian Gate, and could be clearly heard throughout the entire capital.

The sound of the bell came from the court bell outside Fengtian Hall.

Originally, this thing was used to call hundreds of officials into the court.

At this moment, King Xin with disheveled hair was standing outside Fengtian Hall, which had already been repaired to a rough outline, pushing the bell pillar with his hand, hitting the clock again and again.

Beside him, eunuch Wang Dabaner and Beizhai were kneeling.

Originally, as long as the bell rang this morning, all civil and military officials would enter the palace through Chengtian Gate and head towards Fengtian Hall.

But at this moment, the bell had already rang nine times, but not a single ghost could be seen on the empty dragon road.

The civil servants are gone, the military generals are not in court...

King Xin didn't have the slightest intention to stop, and the bell continued to ring.

Boom!Boom!Boom! !

Eunuch Wang prostrated himself on the ground, choking with sobs.

Even though Bei Zhai was also kneeling, there was no sadness or joy on his cheeks covered by the light veil.

Fifteen times in a row the bell rang...

King Xin got up again to hold the bell, but this time he couldn't let it go for a long time.

In one dynasty, apart from such rebellious officials and thieves as Zhu Wushi, there were fifteen former emperors in total.

And he thought before that he would be the No.16 monarch of Dagan.

In fact, even though he put on the dragon robe and sat on the dragon chair, he didn't even have time to announce it to the world, so it's not justifiable.

But even so, he is the real king of subjugation of the Zhu royal family! !

"What face do I have, to meet my ancestors?"

After all, King Xin did not ring the final bell.

But the striking bell, after it fell, lightly bumped into the facing clock, and made a low, almost indistinguishable sound...

"master!!"

Mrs. Wang listened to the death-seeking intention in Wang Xin's tone, and raised her head instantly.

Bei Zhai also changed his expression, looking at the heir of the royal family who had drawn an infinite blueprint for her back then.

"It's not unfaithful for you to leave here, let's all live in peace!"

King Xin waved his sleeves, walked around the Fengtian Hall in a nonchalant manner, and headed towards Jingshan, the back of the palace.

"Slaves have been following their masters since they were young, and without their masters, what's the point of slaves living?"

Eunuch Wang got up, with an indifferent smile on his face, bowed unhurriedly and followed behind King Xin.

And Bei Zhai bowed and kowtowed to King Xin, then turned and left the palace...

……

When the imperial palace bell rang No.15, Jiang Yuyan's Long Huan had already arrived outside Chengtian Gate.

Fifteen tones of the clock made the civil and military officials dripping with cold sweat.

There are more than tens of millions of living beings, and those who can enter the one-acre land of Fengtian Temple, except for some nobles who rely on the shadow of their ancestors, the others are all selected from among the human spirits.

They all knew what the fifteen tones of the clock represented.

Long Huan stopped, but Jiang Yuyan didn't get down, but just sat in Long Huan, no one knew what the new emperor was thinking.

And Zhang Wei, who was standing in the front row of the hundred officials, winked at the celestial officials of the Ministry of Rites behind him after the bell fell.

Yang Yi, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, understood the meaning of this benefactor, and immediately stumbled away from the officials, came to the front of the officials, knelt down with a plop, crying heartbreakingly.

All the officials were shocked.

Now that the dynasty is changing and the new emperor is succeeding, Yang Yi, the heavenly official of the Ministry of Rites, is usually so clever, why is he so confused at this time?

The scheming Zhang Wei looked at Zhao Yu, An Jianqing and the others on both sides of Long Huo.

Seeing that there was no change in the expressions of these people, he walked out of the ranks of officials, knelt down in front of Yang Yi, and kowtowed three times to the Chengtian Gate.

After kowtowing, Zhang Wei got up and reprimanded Yang Yi who was crying with snot and tears.

Yang Yi knew that the play was almost finished here, so he promised to plead guilty and get up, and followed Zhang Wei back to the ranks of officials.

At this time, the civil servants among the hundred officials reacted.

Zhang Wei... What a fine old fox! !

The truth couldn't be simpler.

Whether it's the new emperor or the old dynasty, it's better to be loyal than to follow the wind, right?

Before the new dynasty was established, the old master died.

These civil and military ministers who claim to be loyal and filial sons don't even have the intention to cry. What does this mean?
For the new emperor, they are nothing but grass swaying in the wind.

"Show Fengtian Temple!"

Just when the ministers were thinking of making amends, Yaoyue, who was standing beside Long Moo, had already opened his mouth to convey the new emperor's will.

Long Lun walked forward slowly, followed Zhang Wei and Yang Yi among the officials behind him, and smiled at each other.

……

Outside Fengtian Hall, Jiang Yuyan was dressed in a dragon robe, and walked towards Fengtian Hall, which already had an outline.

Followed by Lian Xing and Yao Yue.

These two are wronged, the majestic owner of Yihua Palace, the Jianghu people are also fearsome and ruthless characters.

It's a pity that after he plunged into Zhao Yu's small courtyard, he never went out again.

But having said that, the saying that fortune and misfortune depend on each other is absolutely true.

If they hadn't been allowed to stay in Zhao Yu's mansion by accident, how could they become the new emperor's close servants now?

This seemingly inoffensive valet, with his identity and power in his hands, is much more powerful than a small Yihua Palace!

Step by step, Jiang Yuyan walked up the white jade steps steadily, and then came to the court bell.

Half an hour ago, it was here that King Xin rang the final bell of the Dagan Dynasty.

Jiang Yuyan looked at the clock in front of her, stretched out her hand expressionlessly, and caught the clock pillar.

Boom! !

A burst of vigorous bells resounded through the imperial city again.

Unlike King Xin who was alone, when the court bell rang, under the steps outside Fengtian Hall, generals Wen Cheng knelt down and bowed to the ground!

"See Your Majesty, long live my emperor..."

Jiang Yuyan, who was dressed in a dragon robe, turned around, her eyes fell on the kneeling officials and then looked into the distance.

At the end of the dragon road, Zhao Yu and Erha stood there alone.

Zhao Yu seemed to have noticed Jiang Yuyan's gaze, and waved his hands with a smile.

Jiang Yuyan seemed to understand, she raised her long sleeves flat and said loudly: "Everyone is flat..."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

All the officials kowtowed again, and then started with Zhang Wei, the chief assistant of the cabinet, and gradually got up.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Yu could not help but twitch his brows.

Looking at Jiang Yuyan, who was calmly facing all the officials at the moment, Zhao Yu understood in his heart.

Some people do certain things, it is really destined.

No one would connect the woman in the dragon robe standing outside Fengtian Hall with the girl in Huixian Yaxu back then.

But now the only thing that makes Zhao Yu feel a little uncomfortable is that as long as Jiang Yuyan is wearing a dragon robe, his heart will twitch.

Although he understood that even if Jiang Yuyan became Emperor Yan, he would not be able to threaten his life.

But some fears are engraved in the bones...

"Let's go."

Zhao Yu turned around and walked in the direction of Chengtianmen.

Erha behind him was taken aback, and then subconsciously asked, "Where are you going?"

"Jingshan..."

(End of this chapter)