My brother is so stable

"Clean up the rebels."

Zishou replied calmly, shook his head slightly, and said calmly: "You only know how to plan and want to hold Feihu back, but you don't know that Feihu has made preparations and secretly built a tunnel from the city gate to the palace gate.

Half of the personal guard generals you recruited are my people. "

Wei Ziqi's eyes widened, and he cursed: "You, you! You're planning to be a brother!"

"I didn't want to fight internally, but brother, you have done too much."

Zishou said: "Young master, take the will of the father and the king and show it to Dazai."

"Yes!"

Wen Zhongzhong agreed angrily, stepped forward quickly, put a cloth scroll in Dazai's hand, raised his hand and patted the back of Dazai's hand lightly.

Dazai's breathing was a little disordered, he opened the cloth tremblingly, and tried his best to recite:

"The widow, the widow knows that time is not long, if you go back, take Zishou as the king, and you will do your best to assist and protect our great Shangshan River.

Bury the widow next to the ancestors, and don't make a big funeral. "

Wei Zhongyan said in a low voice: "That's all?"

"that's it……"

Da Zai looked down at the few words on the cloth, "Indeed, that's all, and it's written by the King himself."

Wei Zhongyan's complexion suddenly turned pale.

At this moment, the killing shouts outside the palace had stopped, the palace door opened a gap, and a figure rushed in, dressed in golden armor, completely wet by the rain, with a majestic face and a long breath.

It was Huang Gun's son, Huang Feihu!

Huang Feihu knelt down on one knee, held his sword in his arms and said, "Your Majesty! The rebels have been wiped out!"

Wei Ziqi whispered: "No, it's impossible! I have [-] soldiers!"

Zishou said, "Feihu, how many enemy troops are there tonight?"

Huang Feihu said calmly: "However, thousands of stragglers gather at the gate of the palace and join forces with the guards inside and out. It's as easy as flipping the palm of your hand."

"No, you lied to me!"

Wei Ziqi's face was pale, and he roared at the top of his voice, "Come on! Come on!"

It was quiet outside the palace gate, as if even the breathing of the officials had been suppressed.

The jingle sounded, but it was Wei Ziqi who collapsed powerlessly to the ground.

Zishou stopped talking, turned around, looked up at the throne at the end of the steps, lifted the hem of his robe, and went up the steps.

His steps are steady and his eyes are firm.

'Starting today, the glory of the great merchants and the foundation of the ancestors will be borne by the widow.

The disadvantages of big business, the danger of raising tigers, should be reformed by the few.

The eight hundred princes who refused to be ministers were destroyed one by one.

Those who don't pay tribute from all over the world will be swept away by thunder.

The widow does not believe in the destiny! '

In front of the throne, Zi Shou turned around suddenly, the palace door was wide open, civil servants and military generals bowed their heads and quickly stepped inside, the dozen or so ministers who were originally left in the palace remained silent.

Not long after, Bigan was the head of civil servants, and Huang Feihu was ahead of generals.

Zishou raised his hands and slowly sat down on the throne.

Above Chaoge City, golden light bloomed in the purple-red haze, and then a golden dragon soared into the sky, quickly absorbing the fortune of the great merchants, and roared silently at the Tiangong.

"The widow is the destiny!" '

Chapter 663 Lingzhu will be reincarnated

When Li Changshou sneaked into Chaoge City when he chose the position of the Six Ministers, he thought carefully and made several comparisons before finally deciding on the position of Great History.

Of course, the main reason for choosing to become a great historian is by no means 'the most leisurely position'.

He took Bian Zhuang's virginity as a guarantee, if his words were duplicity, Bian Zhuang would be able to maintain a pure Yang body for the rest of his life.

Li Changshou, as an ordinary minister of power in the Heavenly Court, the number one adviser of His Majesty the Jade Emperor, Hong Huang is not a famous old god, and the only junior appointed by the Master of Renjiao, he must not be bound by ordinary royal affairs.Update the fastest mobile terminal::

Historian is a relatively special existence in ordinary dynasties, although most of the time, what the emperor's family asks the historian to write, the historian must write.

There is a rule in the country of Shang, which is 'the king does not punish the history', and at most secretly arranges an assassination, sudden death and the like.

The position of great historian does not need to do too many practical things. There are a group of clerks under him who are responsible for recording major events such as sacrifices, conquests, and celebrations in the Shang state.

Li Changshou was mainly responsible for researching the history of the human race in Chaoge City before, and if he showed up occasionally to tell everyone a short story about the human race and the anecdotes about Xuanyuan Huangdi and his three thousand concubines, he would gain a lot of prestige.

Xuanyuan Harem, the inexhaustible spiritual wealth of the prehistoric human race.

Understand naturally understand.

Di Yi died, Di Xin ascended the throne, many things happened on a rainy night, soldiers were in chaos, and corpses filled the palace gates, but on the tip of Li Changshou's pen, there was only one sentence left:

[Emperor Yi collapsed, and the eldest son, son Shou, succeeded to the throne, named Emperor Xin. 】

After writing this line in the Dashifu Yamen, Li Changshou put the resignation he had prepared in advance on the desk, recruited several of his assistants, and gave a few gentle instructions.

"My lord, why are you resigning suddenly?"

Li Changshou said with a smile: "I'm getting old, my physical strength is exhausted, and my old eyes are dim."

After saying that, he stood up, and several people rushed forward to support them, but he raised his hand to stop them.

When Shang resigned from office, he didn't have to go to the Grand Palace, even if it was Liuqing and Sangong, he could just leave a letter.

The reason for resignation is old age, which is more commonly used. If you say "I admire Fangwai, in order to be free", then in the eyes of Dashang Wenqing, he is a real "noble person".

Li Changshou didn't want any reputation, so he used the simplest reason for resigning.

Walking out of the Dashi Mansion, sitting on the bullock cart that had been called before, lying comfortably on the cushion, watching the white clouds leisurely, and heading towards the city gate.

There were no common people to send off, and there were no crowds to watch.

As quietly as he came, he left.