I am poor, I installed [Quick Transmigration]

On the third day of March, good luck and good luck, the day of offering sacrifices to heaven.

The ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven was held in the square in front of the main hall. Blessing lanterns were hung all over the palace, and the flames were burning in the gilded brazier about ten feet wide.

Compared with the solemnity and solemnity outside the hall, the main hall is full of flowers, a large banquet is held, civil and military officials are drinking and having fun, and the concubines in silk and satin are waiting for His Majesty, and the beautiful and well-decorated actors in the hall are playing with water sleeves. Dance lightly, infinite style.

At first glance, there are crowds of people in the past, and there are wine pools and meat forests.

"Today's feast for offering sacrifices to heaven is well organized. Afterwards, there will be great rewards." His Majesty held up his glass, and he was not stingy with complimenting Fu Jian. Rong Kang happened to hold on to the wine glass, and went to the first seat to toast His Majesty, also politely Fu Jian showed a smile.

"Your Majesty is serious." Fu Jian pursed his lips and smiled.

He single-handedly facilitated this heaven sacrifice banquet, because the time of sacrifice to heaven is an auspicious day, and the country's luck is the most prosperous. He intends to take advantage of this blessing to draw out all the last luck of Ronghuai in one go.

"Your Majesty, then I will go outside to preside over the sacrifice to heaven," Fu Jian bowed and said goodbye.

His Majesty didn't hold back either, and waved him back to continue tasting wine and enjoying singing and dancing, not caring at all that his own child was about to be sacrificed to heaven.

Rong Kang and the others also pretended not to hear.

Fu Jian asked someone to bring Rong Huai up.

After a stick of incense, Rong Huai put on a white robe and was dragged up by the ceremonial guards. Through the gate of the main hall, he could clearly see the altar outside the hall. When he was brought up, everyone fell silent in unison. Most of them saw this ominous heir hidden in the deep palace for the first time.

To put it bluntly, it really exceeded their imagination. They thought they were an ugly and ugly child, but they didn't expect to have such a good appearance.

...What a pity.

His Majesty rested his chin, sat on the dragon chair, and found that the surroundings had quieted down, so he raised his head and looked over. This was also the first time he looked at the child so seriously.

Indeed, it is a pity.

After Rong Huai was brought up, he was suppressed by the guards and knelt outside the hall. As the last sacrifice, he was at the end of his rope. He watched the cows and sheep being pushed into the fire and burned. eardrum.

Across the grand flames, Fu Jian looked at him.

Concubine Xue, A Yuan and the others suddenly appeared in front of Rong Huai's eyes. Inexplicably, he recalled what Xu Ying said that day: "The relationship between the son of luck and the main world is very delicate. If he can master the luck Its mysteries can even make the world miserable in an instant... Your predecessor, the former Omniscient God, also died of his own curiosity, so don't make the same mistakes and follow his old path."

Mystery... what is it?

I'm afraid the sacrifice to heaven is fake, but Fu Jian still wants to take away his luck. If so, why did he choose today?By the way, the luck that took him away before also cared about time and time very much.

Is there anything special about this day?

As soon as this thought appeared in his mind, he suddenly felt something surging around him, which was different from the direction of the wind. These things were mysterious and incomprehensible, but they really surrounded Fu Jian.

It is the luck of the country.

Does a country like Lang... also have national luck?

Just as he was muttering to himself, Fu Jian made a hand gesture: "Your Majesty cleanses away his sins and comforts the heavens."

All the corpses of the criminal slaves who were executed that year were dragged up and thrown into the brazier. Since the guilty people were burned, Concubine Xue who committed the crime of abetting was naturally also included. A Yuan and other Wuyuan servants were all thrown rudely. Put into the brazier and be incinerated in front of Rong Huai's eyes.

"No, no, no, no, no..." Seeing Concubine Xue's temples were burned by the flames, turning them into ashes inch by inch, Rong Huai's eyes, which had been indifferent all this time, suddenly opened wide, and she suddenly ignored her, and struggled vigorously.

"Suppress him," Fu Jian told the guards beside him with a smile on his lips, "don't let him obstruct the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven."

The luck in Rong Huai's body has been drained, and now there is only the last wisp left. At this last moment of trembling, there must be no mistakes.

The guard agreed and wanted to hold down Rong Huai, but the fire in the brazier suddenly rose three feet high, and the flames engulfed the guards with their heads covered, and a group of guards immediately turned into a ball of walking fire, sending out a heart-piercing fireball. Howling: "Ah, Master Fu, help me—"

At the same time, Fu Jian also felt that the fate of the country controlled by him was leaving him one after another.

He suddenly thought of something, and took out the clay pot from his arms. It was empty, and the luck that he had condensed with his divine power disappeared.

Rong Huai not only regained all his luck, but the son of luck has never obtained divine power, but he has obtained it.

Through Fu Jian's ray of divine power, he grasped the mystery in Xu Ying's mouth. At the moment when Concubine Xue was cremated in front of his eyes, in the midst of extreme despair, he finally realized what the meaning of the son of destiny was.

His luck is related to the operation of the entire main world, everything should revolve around him, and he should be the center of the main world.

Abandoning reason's grasp of the body, his senses are no longer limited to sex, and his spiritual consciousness runs through the all-encompassing myriad worlds. He has touched the invisible luck through divine power.

Fu Jian immediately sensed something was wrong.

His complexion suddenly changed, and he subconsciously wanted to escape, but the irony was that the national fortune he wanted to take advantage of was instead manipulated by Rong Huai, imprisoning his body and becoming his cage, he could only watch Rong Huai take a step forward Bu walked towards him, "Since you have chosen to enter my world, don't think about going out anymore."

"...Xiao Huai, don't do this, I'm doing it for your own good too." Fu Jian was sweating profusely on his forehead, pretending to be calm.

"For my own good?" Standing in front of him, Rong Huai chuckled, "Aren't you going to sacrifice me too?"

"Then, that was just a joke with you." Fu Jian laughed so hard that his scalp exploded.

"Actually, there is nothing wrong, I am the god of this world, so... I sacrifice myself?" Rong Huai laughed again, "I saw a glowing thing in your body, that is your godhead, right? Let me see what are the characteristics of the Godhead of the omniscient God?"

"Don't..." Fu Jian felt a sharp pain in his stomach, the pain of stripping his godhead was no less than tearing his soul and his penis alive, and he howled in pain.

The godhead submerged into Rong Huai's body, Fu Jian also vomited blood, and fell limply, the guard boldly breathed out his breath, his arms trembling: "Master Fu is dead, dead!"

Through the godhead, Rong Huai read about Fu Jian's past, and only then did he realize that he was not a ridiculous ominous omen at all, and that his tragic experience was actually caused by Fu Jian.

The so-called drought in the world when Yingzhuo fell to the ground was all fabricated by Fu Jian with divine power, just to make him be rejected by everyone. Only by keeping him in miserable adversity forever can he contain his luck. The weird medicinal baths were all Fu Jian's attempt to turn him into a living dead, and they were highly toxic, but unfortunately, Fu Jian had never succeeded, so he thought of gradually stripping away his luck.

Rong Huai casually threw Fu Jian's body into the brazier, and the raging fire devoured his body in an instant.

The people in the main hall who were immersed in the interplay of wine and wine finally realized something was wrong, Rong Huai stepped into the main hall, the singing and dancing in the hall stopped abruptly, His Majesty was furious, Rong Kang slapped the table and stood up: "Rong Huai presumptuously! You want to rebel!?"

The guards swarmed up, and the Godhead of the omniscient God merged with Rong Huai's spirit. Not only did he have a lot of knowledge beyond this world in his mind, but he also learned a lot of swordsmanship and fighting skills without a teacher, but there are more and more people. He didn't care to deal with it, so he simply released his divine power.

The divine power pierced through the chests of the guards in an instant, and blood gushed out.

A group of guards in armor fell on their backs, spitting blood, which made people feel chilled. Most of the people present were old ministers who had experienced strong winds and waves, but seeing this scene, they felt broken and broke out in cold sweat. Realizing that their lives were in danger, they immediately knelt down and begged for mercy, crying almost loudly.

But Ronghuai still remembers their indifferent expressions when they were in the meeting hall. These people usually only boast about their ability to flatter horses and help others, and their lives are a waste of rations.

"Shut up," Rong Huai murmured.

His voice was weak, as if whispering in his ear, but his attack was fierce and merciless.Where the divine power passed, the ministers who kowtowed and begged for mercy were dumbfounded, spitting blood, and collapsed to the ground one by one.

To put it bluntly, divine power is spiritual power. Rong Huai's fusion of the godhead of the omniscient god naturally inherited his spiritual power. The actors fled in panic, but how could their running speed compare to Rong Huai's speed of killing them all? After a few breaths, they spit blood one after another and prostrated themselves on the ground.

In a blink of an eye, the entire hall was cut off, and floating corpses were everywhere.The rest of the people who were still safe and sound were stunned, and some timid ones even urinated out loud.

Rong Huai didn't keep them waiting too long, and sent the frightened heirs to the underworld.

Leaving a place of noble corpses.

Rong Tian was hugged by Concubine Li and both of them were killed on the spot. Rong Kang's waist was amputated, his knees were heavily kneeling on the ground, and his upper body was smashed on the table. He was lingering on his last breath, watching helplessly as his separated body let out a miserable cry.

His Majesty watched this weird and bizarre scene with his own eyes, he was stunned for a moment, his eyes were open: "You! How dare Rong Huai do such a thing——"

Rong Huai stepped up the steps, he didn't wear clogs, he just stepped on the jade steps with bare feet, and walked slowly to the highest point step by step.

He was wearing a thin white robe, and there was a gentle and amiable smile on the corner of his lips. It was supposed to be a smile that made people feel like a spring breeze, but the blood stains on his jade-white cheeks made people feel palpitating and chilling.

Not to mention Rong Kang's heart-piercing howls, everything reminded him that this is the most real reality. His Majesty watched him walk step by step, his calves trembling, and he slumped down on the dragon chair.

The soles of Rong Huai's feet were stained with blood, leaving a long bloodstain on the jade steps he walked. Standing in front of His Majesty, he leaned over and whispered in his ear: "Your Majesty, you are incompetent, ignorant, It's time to abdicate. Tell me, who should be the next king? I hope you will think carefully."

His Majesty originally wanted to be angry, but now there is no anger in his chest, only endless fear, his eyes are wide open, sweat is piling up on his chin, he is holding on to the arm of the chair, and he slumps on the cushion like mud: "Lonely, lonely..."

Rong Huai leaned over to touch the chair, it's such a cold place, why are there always so many people scrambling for it?

He couldn't figure it out and straightened his body.

"You have no other choice now." He smiled softly, with a pun, looking at the old and frightened face in front of him. He once longed so much for this person's embrace, longing for him to touch his head, but now There was no fluctuation in Xinhu.

His Majesty's mind was muddled, and he knew that he had no choice. If he didn't choose Ronghuai, he might follow in the footsteps of these people on the spot. What's more, his once prosperous heir now only has one Ronghuai left.

Except for Rong Kang, Rong Huai's brothers and sisters were all lying in a pool of blood.

But Rong Kang wished that he died, and it was better than being tortured by Rong Huai.

After receiving the imperial edict, Rong Huai threw his lower body into the brazier in front of Rong Kang, let him watch his legs burnt to death, and then opened a deserted courtyard next to Wu Yuan, Throwing Rong Kang in, "Your Majesty is pedantic and incompetent, extravagant and extravagant. In order to satisfy his own selfish desires, he caused the common people to suffer... He deserves to be cast aside by all people, and death is inevitable, but he is merciful and compassionate, and cannot bear His Majesty to die." I apologize, so please Your Majesty will live here with my brother in seclusion in the future, Your Majesty once loved my brother so much, I must see my brother's current miserable situation, it is unavoidable to feel distressed, please Your Majesty will always take care of my brother in the future."

"As long as brother can live, so can His Majesty."

"Your Majesty, remember to protect the dragon body."

"Ah, I almost forgot Your Majesty's Elixir of Immortality," Rong Huai suddenly remembered something, and took out the elixir that Fu Jian had refined for His Majesty from his bosom, "You should take the medicine."

His Majesty immediately reached out to pick it up, but Rong Huai deliberately pulled out the bottle, letting the pills inside scatter on the ground, and the brown pills rolled down on the ground, looking no different from the mud that can be seen everywhere.

"No, no..." Seeing that the door of Huangyuan was completely closed, His Majesty fell to his knees with a plop, his voice trembling badly, and desperately stretched out his hand towards Rong Huai who was in the crack of the door: "You can't treat me like this..."

The gate of the deserted courtyard was still closed heavily, just like when Concubine Xue was forced to move into Wuyuan, her crying pleas did not receive any response.

·

——Three days later, the first emperor promulgated the imperial edict of guilt, which was passed down to Rong Huai. Rong Kang was imprisoned for treason.

When the news spread to the frontier, Nie Qing was shocked. Regardless of his lieutenant general's obstruction, he insisted on going back to Beijing.

·

It was midnight.

Rong Huai rode in a chariot, and went to Wuyuan under the service of the palace maids.

Behind Che Luan, the palace maids holding lanterns lined up. Rong Huai tapped the handrail lightly. The palace maids filed in and hung the lanterns on the eaves, corridors, and corners, illuminating the entire dark courtyard brightly. .

Rong Huai got down from the carriage and walked along the familiar stone steps of Wuyuan. The light from the overhead lamp fell on the stone wall, like stagnant water and clear sky, and the bamboo shadows were mottled and shaking.

He was very familiar with every plant and tree here at the time, but now he was in a different state of mind, and looked a little strange again.

He walked into the wing with an ever-burning lamp in his hand, everything inside was still the same, except that it was empty, and the people who should have been here were gone.

Putting the lamp on the window, hugging her knees, leaning against the bed, whispering softly: "Mother, I once promised that there will be light and fire in this yard..."

"But you can't see it."

The flickering lights illuminate Rong Huai's eyebrows and eyes, but they can no longer illuminate his heart.

·

On the road from the frontiers of the Western Regions to the capital, people are praising Rong Huai's benevolent and benevolent government everywhere. Rong Huai reduced corvee taxes, actively developed agriculture and commerce, and vigorously selected generals. Even a three or four-year-old Huangkou child walked on the road Can casually sing a popular ballad praising Rong Huai.

Listening to these ballads, Nie Qing rode into the capital, but the capital was different.

Someone passed by the palace wall at the time of offering sacrifices to heaven, and faintly heard heart-piercing screams inside, and then the palace changed its day and day.

So there was such a horrible rumor in the streets and lanes. In fact, a large-scale palace change happened on the day of offering sacrifices to heaven. The maidservants were all lying in a pool of blood, and the people who entered and left the palace were just a group of living dead.

The more rumors were heard, the more Nie Qing became more frightened, and rushed into the palace worriedly, traveling unimpeded along the way without getting any hindrance.

The horses neighed loudly, and a tall black horse carried a general in black armor on horseback, across the palace gate as if galloping, and there were quite a number of guards and guards along the way. It was as if he hadn't seen him at all.

When he arrived in front of the hall, Nie Qing reined in the reins fiercely, the horse neighed, and the front hoof was raised high to stop the horse's hoof. He turned over and got off the horse, and hurried into the hall.

The hall is filled with potted plants of various colors, the window lattices are transparent, the jade steps are clear and clean, and the white gauzes are stacked and fluttered in the wind.

Rong Huai was full of gorgeous hair, wearing a golden robe, leaning on the couch with his chin propped up, holding a scroll in his hand and was fascinated by it. Hearing his footsteps, he put down the scroll in his hand, raised his head, Eyebrows stretched and a soft smile: "Chang Ke, you're here...",