A special forces soldier traveled through time and space to become a genius of literature and martia

At this moment, Yuan Ying carefully avoided the official roads and bypassed the checkpoints. After many hardships, he finally arrived at Yunfu City. Compared with the city shrouded by the epidemic two years ago, Yunfu City at this time has undergone many changes.

The streets were filled with hawking sounds and a dazzling array of goods. But Yuan Ying had no intention of appreciating the bustling scene. She found a remote inn to stay in and planned to rest for a while.

In the inn, Yuan Ying heard other guests gossiping about some things in the capital, including Murong Xuanyi's liquidation of the remnants of Prince Shun and various speculations about the disappearance of Princess Jing. She felt mixed emotions after hearing this.

Murong Xuanyi's face kept appearing in her mind, and the good times they had spent together came flooding back like a tide. But when she thought of the fact that she could not have children, she suppressed it again. It would be better to suffer a short pain than a long one, which would be better for both of them.

After resting for a day in Yunfu City, she continued on to the Changling Mountains.

In the capital, Murong Xuanyi cleansed the court with lightning-fast means. It took him two months to almost eradicate the remnants of Prince Shun and those forces that had ulterior motives and were secretly colluding.

The atmosphere in the court was completely changed, and the previous open and covert struggles and conspiracies were significantly reduced. The ministers were cautious in their words and deeds during the court meetings, and dared not overstep the line in the slightest.

Fuquan respectfully read aloud in front of the ministers in the court the abdication edict of Emperor Kang Ren that Murong Xuanyi had given him.

After the recitation, there was silence in the court. The ministers looked at each other. Although they had a premonition that Emperor Kang Ren would abdicate, they never expected that he would abdicate to the Tenth Prince Murong Xuanzhou instead of His Royal Highness Prince Jing.

A senior official took the lead in breaking the silence, stepped forward, bowed respectfully to Murong Xuanyi and said:

"Your Highness the Regent, I dare to ask why the Emperor abdicated the throne to the Tenth Prince instead of you, Your Highness? You are a man of both military and literary talents, and your prestige is high. This throne..." Before he finished speaking, he raised his eyes and carefully observed Murong Xuanyi's expression.

Murong Xuanyi raised his eyes slightly, his expression calm, and said slowly:

"This king has no interest in the throne, I only hope that my Great Xia can have a wise ruler to carry on the tradition. The tenth prince Xuan Zhou has a kind character, cares about the people, and has been trained in various departments for many years, and is familiar with the operation of government affairs.

This king believes that under his leadership, Daxia will surely move towards prosperity. This is a decision made by this king and the emperor, and it is also for the benefit of all the people in the world. "

After a while, several of Murong Xuanyi's old ministers took the lead and knelt in the direction of the Yangxin Palace, shouting: "The emperor is wise and wise, long live the new emperor!"

Seeing this, the other ministers followed suit and saluted, and the sound of cheers resounded throughout the court. This sound was both a respect and expectation for the new emperor Murong Xuanzhou, and also a declaration of the end of the old dynasty and the beginning of the new one.

Soon, Murong Xuanzhou's coronation ceremony was held after intensive preparations. The entire capital was decorated with lights and people poured into the streets, wanting to catch a glimpse of the new emperor. Inside the palace, the red carpet was laid out in splendor, and the etiquette officials performed their duties, guiding every step to proceed in an orderly manner.

Murong Xuanzhou was dressed in a gorgeous dragon robe and had a dazzling crown on his head. He walked slowly towards the high platform of the hall surrounded by the crowd.

His steps were steady and firm, and although he was still a little nervous inside, he knew that this was a mission he had to undertake.

The moment Murong Xuanzhou sat on the dragon throne,

The ministers saluted Murong Xuanzhou: "Long live our emperor!"

Murong Xuanzhou stood in the hall, trying to calm his mind, and said loudly: "My dear ministers, please stand up! I have just ascended the throne today, and I still need to rely on you for many matters.

I will work diligently to govern the country and will not slack off in the slightest. I hope to work hand in hand with you all to create the glory of Daxia."

The bells and drums rang, and all the ministers knelt down again, shouting "Long live the emperor".

Murong Xuanyi stood aside, his eyes filled with relief and anticipation. He could finally get away.

Emperor Kangren, who became the retired emperor, moved to a palace in a remote corner of the imperial palace. The former grand scene of being surrounded by people and worshipped by the crowds was gone, and only a few old and loyal servants were left to accompany him.

He heard the sound of bells and drums, and the sound was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart again and again.

Emperor Kang Ren's face was pale, with a bitter smile on his lips, and he muttered to himself: "I have been a powerful figure all my life, but I never thought that I would be defeated by my own son in the end."

The first decree of the new king after he ascended the throne was to grant amnesty to the entire nation and reduce taxes. When this order came out, the people cheered and were full of gratitude and support for the new king.