The end of the world begins with the king

Chapter 649 King Yong is a magic stick?
On the 25th of the first month of the first year of Jingping, the weather was fine and the sun was rising.

Today will be the day of the audience, and the thousands-level military officers who arrived in Bei'an Mansion were called to their feet by the small officials of the capital.

After these people finished dressing and washing, Beidi Dusi had prepared breakfast, and all the services were thoughtful.

When the time came to the first quarter of the hour (seven o'clock in the morning), the petty officials told everyone to leave the yard. At this moment, all the thousand-level military officers from the three parties appeared in the alley.

In the past two years, the three forces have been enemies of each other and have continuously attacked each other.

But now, they are all subordinates of Prince Yong's Mansion, miraculously turning from enemies to friends.

In the alley, the three forces stood at one place, clearly separated from each other, and all chatted about what would happen next.

miracle?What miracle?Are there really miracles in this world?This is the core issue of everyone.

On the second day of Chenshi ([-]:[-]), the petty officials instructed everyone to line up.

The names of all the officers with a thousand households and above have been made in a booklet in advance, and now they only need to read it according to the booklet.

Every time a person is read, that person has to step out of the line to the front and stand in his position in order.

The first to read is the level of Dushi, and there are only six people including Ding Hong, followed by the larger number of commanders, and then the most numerous level of Qianhu.

After the last person's name was finished, the roll call official said loudly: "This time we have 170 eight people, all of them are here!"

It wasn't until this moment that everyone present knew the scale of today's meeting.

The scene became quiet, and the petty officials stood still and said nothing, so that everyone else had to be quiet.

Time passed gradually, and after about 5 minutes, Yan Jianzhang appeared in front of everyone.

"Everyone, remember your current position, especially the people in the first row, who will go to Dusi later... Don't stand in the wrong position!"

"Stand, please follow me to Dusi!"

"Everyone please!"

The crowd followed Yan Jianzhang to leave. They thought they had to walk a long way, but they only crossed two streets.

The northern capital is now guarded by Wang Zong's second-level guards.

When everyone entered the Dusi Yamen, they had to pass by these second-level guards at close range.

A full set of iron armor, powerful soldiers, and high morale all reflect the strength of this army.

The strength of the army means the strength of the palace, and everyone has a new understanding of the strength of the palace.

Originally, many people thought that the only way for the palace to control them was food.

But now it seems that their strong military strength may be a more powerful and quicker method.

Everyone entered the gate, but did not go to the front lobby, but was led to the west side door.

When everyone was puzzled, the front suddenly became clear. This was originally the polo field of King Xi Jing, which was as large as two basketball courts.

Of course, in the eyes of these participants, this place should be called the school ground.

On the north side of the school grounds, a platform with a height of one person has been set up, and a throne is placed on it.

It's just that the top is empty at the moment, only a dozen guards are guarding around.

Looking around, Zhou Lixing couldn't help but said: "It turns out that I'm here to meet you, His Royal Highness King Yong's behavior is really unusual!"

At this time, Wu Jianqing reminded: "Don't talk too much, keep the rules here!"

Immediately, everyone stopped talking, and stood in line with the formation they had lined up before.

On the way just now, the petty official had already explained the etiquette to them, and now everyone memorized it in their hearts so as not to make mistakes later.

At the exact moment of the hour (eight o'clock in the morning), everyone had stood in the school yard for nearly half an hour, and no one spoke.

Of course, although they didn't say a word, everyone complained in their hearts.

At this moment, a chariot sedan carried by eight people drove in from the east gate of the school grounds, followed by several senior officers, none other than Wang Cheng, Fang Sheng and others.

On the chariot, Zhao Yanxun was wearing a red dragon robe with a round collar, which directly attracted the attention of the audience.

Things like aura are illusory to say the least.

But at this moment, in the eyes of everyone, especially the senior officials standing in the front row, the eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy on the sedan chair had an extremely powerful aura under his plain expression.

At this moment, everyone present finally understood why the young King Yong was able to establish a foundation in such a troubled world, and how he was able to defeat the three forces in the North to surrender within half a year...

"It's rare to see such a person in hundreds of years, maybe he is really a person sent from heaven to save the world..." Zhou Lixing, the most stubborn, couldn't help muttering in his heart at this moment.

At this moment, Yan Jianzhang shouted: "Kneel!"

There were more than 100 people present, all obediently kneeling on the ground, waiting for Zhao Yanxun's chariot to pass.

Kneeling means surrender, and everyone on the scene knelt without the slightest hesitation.

After a few breaths, the chariot sedan landed in front of the stage.

Zhao Yanxun got up and got off the sedan chair, turned around and glanced at everyone present, and walked up the steps with a slight smile.

This smile, in the eyes of everyone, is a confident smile, a powerful smile, a benevolent smile...

The strength of the palace and Zhao Yanxun's aura have already made them admire, so they will naturally make up for this simple smile at this moment.

When Zhao Yanxun took his seat on the throne on the high platform, Yan Jianzhang shouted: "Bye!"

Immediately, there was a loud voice from the crowd: "Your servant waits to kowtow to the lord!"

After bowing and kowtowing, everyone knocked their heads to the ground, waiting for Zhao Yanxun to shout.

After a few breaths, Zhao Yanxun's voice came from the high platform: "Pingshen!"

"Thank you, Lord!"

Everyone got up one after another, but they could only stand there with their heads down, unable to look at Zhao Yanxun.

"This king knows that before you came, some of you were worried that this king would be unfavorable to you..."

This sentence alone made many people at the scene feel guilty, especially Wu Jianqing and others.

"Now I just want to ask you, now that you are in Bei'an Mansion, how are you eating? How are you sleeping?"

No one answered at the scene, but Zhao Yanxun's ingenious speech mobilized his thoughts, and now I think about it, it's really good.

"You all raise your heads, don't be downcast one by one, this king will use you again, you must let this king know what you look like!"

A little joke made everyone present raise their heads.

"Hmm... It can be seen that you all have good food and accommodation in Bei'an Mansion!"

Everyone at the scene had smiles on their faces, they just thought everything in front of them was fun

But immediately afterwards, Zhao Yanxun said with a serious expression: "Whether it's food or housing, as long as the palace has it, I can supply it to you!"

"But you have to remember that from now on you have a new identity, that is, ministers of Prince Yong's Mansion!"

"Since you are ministers of the palace, you should take loyalty first and strictly implement the edict of the palace..."

"I don't need to pursue the past, and I can forgive the mistakes you made!"

Speaking of this, Zhao Yanxun got up from the throne and took two steps forward, and said with a more serious expression: "But if starting from today, if you dare to disobey the royal family's orders, you will be inconsistent... This king will never tolerate it!"

It was still warm and windy just now, but now it is like a storm. Zhao Yanxun's two faces also let everyone know that this lord is also very kind.

Sitting back on the throne again, Zhao Yanxun continued, "If you want to let you handle your errands with peace of mind, you need to relieve your worries..."

"This king knows that your biggest difficulty is food, and now I tell you that the most important thing in the palace is food!"

"Three days ago, this king had already prayed to the heavens, asking the heavenly emperor to give him food, and the heavenly emperor has already agreed..."

Asking God for food, such an exaggerated and unreliable thing, but Zhao Yanxun said it very ordinary.

This shocked the jaws of everyone present. Could it be that King Yong, whom people like himself admire, is actually a magic stick who pretends to be a ghost?
This kind of thing, as long as it is a normal-thinking person, will have doubts from the bottom of its heart.

Although the look of doubt on everyone's faces was not written on their faces, Zhao Yanxun could feel it.

But it doesn't matter, the more doubt these people are now, the more convinced they will be later.

(End of this chapter)