The end of the world begins with the king

Chapter 455
As night fell, the Qian'an Palace was brightly lit.

On the dragon bed, Zhao Yongcheng was lying on it, and it could be seen that he was already very energetic.

Several imperial physicians knelt in front of the dragon bed, lowered their heads and carefully treated them. Among them was Zhang Mingfeng from the imperial hospital.

Outside the Nuan Pavilion where the dragon bed was located, the three cabinet ministers stood in the aisle, but they didn't say a word at the moment, apparently each had their own thoughts at the moment.

Going further outside, there are people at the first level of Shangshu, and they all have solemn expressions at the moment.

Outside the main hall, other Beijing officials came one after another, they were the most numerous, whispering in small groups at the moment.

Notify everyone at this time, obviously there will be a huge change tonight, and everyone knows it in their hearts.

At this moment, accompanied by Huang Zhicheng and several officials of the East Palace, Zhao Weilong, the grandson of the emperor, walked into the gate of Qian'an Palace.

Under Majesty Dan, the gathered officials consciously made way for Zhao Weilong so that he could walk to the main hall unimpeded.

While walking, Zhao Weilong could clearly feel the changes in the eyes of the officials around him looking at him.

Compared with the past, the attitude of these people is extremely respectful, and it is also mixed with awe.

Feeling that the power was approaching him, Zhao Weilong's uneasiness dissipated a lot, and he walked out more steadily and powerfully.

Under the watchful eyes of all the officials, Zhao Weilong hurried into the hall.

Entering the main hall, Zhao Weilong saw Chen Changhe, and immediately asked: "How is the situation of the emperor? How could there be such a sudden change?"

Chen Changhe wiped the tears from his eyes, and replied in a crying voice: "Your Highness, the Emperor is waiting for you, Your Highness, please..."

Under the leadership of Chen Changhe, Zhao Weilong walked to the depths of the hall, during which he met various ministers and three cabinet ministers outside the Nuan Pavilion.

"Three elders, the emperor... the emperor..." Zhao Weilong's voice was choked with sobs.

Although he was not so flustered at the moment, after all, this world values ​​filial piety, so Zhao Weilong had to show extreme sadness.

"Your Highness, you have to take care of your health!" Chief Assistant Wang Tinghe said.

At this moment, Zhang Mingfeng tremblingly walked out of the Nuan Pavilion, and said: "Your Highness, my lords, the Emperor has summoned you!"

Zhao Weilong entered the Nuan Pavilion first, followed by the three cabinet ministers.

On the dragon bed, Zhao Yongcheng's face was pale, and he slowly opened his eyes when he heard the movement.

In fact, he had been awake for half an hour, but he knew that he didn't have much time, so he kept his eyes closed and waited for Zhao Weilong to come.

Looking at Zhao Weilong and the others kneeling in front of the dragon bed, Zhao Yongcheng said with difficulty: "Call... the others... too!"

The other people mentioned here refer to other officials outside, and it seems that the Six Departments and Nine Ministers should also be present.

Chen Changhe immediately went to deliver the decree, and within a short while he brought in 34 people from outside, all of whom were the most important officials of the imperial court.

Among these people, only the Six Departments and Jiuqing were able to kneel into the warm pavilion, and the others could only kneel outside the threshold.

"My fellow ministers..."

As the chief assistant of the cabinet, Wang Tinghe replied: "The ministers and others are all here, please give instructions from the emperor!"

After resting for a few seconds, Zhao Yongcheng continued: "In the future... you must... assist the grandson with all your heart!"

Wang Tinghe quickly replied: "The ministers and others who lead the decree will definitely be loyal to the grandson and the Great Jin!"

"The emperor..." Zhao Weilong was crying, lying on the dragon bed and wiping away his tears.

"Long'er, in the future... if you have something to do... you should discuss it with... Zhu Qing more often!"

"Grandson obeys the order..."

At this moment, Zhao Yongcheng felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his expression became extremely distorted.

"Emperor...Emperor..." Zhao Weilong was full of worry.

"Wonderful..." Zhao Yongcheng was as angry as a spring.

"What's so wonderful?" Zhao Weilong lowered his body, wanting to hear more clearly.

Zhao Yongcheng grabbed the quilt tightly, his mouth continued to squirm, but at this time he could no longer make a sound.

Finally, his hand slowly loosened, and finally slipped from the side of the bed.

"The emperor? The emperor?"

Zhao Weilong called twice, but the old man on the bed had stopped breathing, and he would no longer be disturbed by the common affairs of the world.

"The emperor..." Zhao Weilong burst into tears.

Zhang Mingfeng stepped forward cautiously, and after taking the emperor's pulse, he knelt down on the ground with a plop, and wailed, "The emperor... has passed away!"

This news is like breaking the sky.

The ministers confirmed that the emperor had passed away, and they cried one by one, and the whole Qian'an Palace was enveloped by the sound of crying.

Zhao Weilong was also crying, but he was also waiting, waiting for someone to support him as emperor.

Weeping for the emperor is very important, so no one speaks at the moment.

Amidst the howling of the ministers, Chen Changhe led several young eunuchs to come to deal with the aftermath of Zhao Yongcheng's corpse.

"Your Highness... please mourn!" Chen Changhe persuaded.

These words are not only persuasion, but also a reminder to Zhao Weilong that it is time for you to make room.

Huang Zhicheng and other officials of the East Palace carefully lifted Zhao Weilong from the ground.

It stands to reason that they are not several levels high enough to enter the warm cabinet, and they can only appear here because they are close ministers of the prince.

At the moment when he was helped out of the warm pavilion, Zhao Weilong took one last look at Zhao Yongcheng on the dragon bed, and it was indeed the last look.

"The emperor..."

Soon, Zhao Weilong was helped to the main hall, where most of the officials gathered.

Inside and outside the hall, there were officials howling endlessly, as well as eunuchs and maids who were busy hanging up white banners.

At this moment, Huang Zhicheng said in a loud voice: "The emperor passed away, the country cannot live without a king for a day, your highness is the heir, and lives for the heaven and earth, please inherit the throne!"

Hearing this, the crying and howling of the officials inside and outside the hall gradually subsided, and someone answered immediately: "Please Your Highness inherit the throne, so that the world will be safe!"

"Your Highness, please inherit the throne, so that the world can be safe..."

"My dear friends, I'm really..." Zhao Weilong declined.

This is also a routine operation, as has always been the case with three requests and three remarks.

"Your Highness, please inherit the throne, so that the world can be safe..." The officials continued to persuade.

At this time, he also saw clearly the attitude of the officials towards him, so Zhao Weilong kept scanning the scene.

At this time, the three elders of the pavilion and the nine ministers of the six ministries also came out. Under the leadership of Wang Tinghe, these high-ranking officials also paid homage: "Please Your Highness inherit the throne, so that the world can be safe..."

"Your Highness, please inherit the throne, so that the world can be safe..."

"The emperor passed away, Gu really..."

Before Zhao Weilong could finish his sentence, he saw Huang Zhicheng and several officials of the East Palace supporting Zhao Weilong and walking up the imperial steps of the main hall.

With half a push and half a push, Zhao Weilong was put on the imperial steps, and finally sat down on the dragon chair.

Huang Zhicheng and the others retreated quickly, and then saluted and said: "The king's position has been determined, and the world can be safe. Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

All the ministers also paid respects and said: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live, long live!"

"Long live my emperor! Long live!"

"Long live my emperor! Long live!"

Inside Qian'an Palace, the sound of mountain shouts kept coming and going.

On the imperial steps, Zhao Weilong was in a turbulent mood.

His hand gently stroked the faucet on the armrest. At this moment, he felt that the whole world, billions of people, were surrendering under his feet.

"Your highnesses are free of courtesy, and you are flat!"

(End of this chapter)