Alternative Jianghu Adventures

Then he noticed that he fell off the dragon chair, surrounded by unfamiliar or familiar people in front of him, heard his sister calling his name frantically, and saw Master Cheng rushing up to check the dragon chair with a serious face. Among the people that Master Yue was eagerly pinching him...

He was not the material of the emperor, but by chance, he was lucky enough to wear a dragon robe, but in the end he couldn't sit firmly on the throne.

"No, the poisonous needle has entered the skull, and there is no way to save it."

Master Yue's diagnosis slipped through his ears, but Yuan Chong smiled softly, thinking it was good.

I didn't want to, so why bother to impose it.

Immediately, he closed his eyes peacefully.

"There are organs on the dragon chair." Cheng Zhe pushed the four-wheeled cart down sullenly, holding a small zipline in his hand, "We have all been played by Lu Kun. The hidden weapons around are actually a cover , what is really deadly is the dragon chair."

Qiao Anyue was dumbfounded.

No one would think that the dragon chair would be tampered with - after all, so many people go up to court every day and watch people sit on it, no one would doubt that there is a mechanism that can be triggered when sitting in the back of the chair.

"It should have been installed after Lu Kun's death." Cheng Zhe narrowed his eyes.

"Zhang Jiwen..." Lan Sang ran out of the Golden Luan Hall panting—she thought she was going to die, but she didn't expect those soldiers guarding her to leave suddenly, and Er Gouzi who arrived later helped her break free from the restraints. It took some work to get the rope, but I didn't expect to encounter such a thing just after arriving, "Zhang Jiwen said a word to Gao Shiyuan before he died."

"...As long as you sit on the dragon chair, you will lose." Lan Sang desperately recalled Zhang Jiwen's tone, and imitated, "Gao Shiyuan thought it was just an exaggeration... I didn't expect it to be true! Lu Kun is going to die!"

Dodging thousands of times, avoiding Gao Shiyuan, but still not being able to escape Lu Kun.

Qiao Anyue and Cheng Zhe were dumbfounded.

There was a buzzing sound in the Xuanhe Hall:

"This...how can this be good..."

"The first emperor also left. It was not easy for His Royal Highness the fifth prince to survive, but he died in the end."

"...other palaces were also eradicated by Lu Kun back then, this... this Yan Dynasty..."

"..."

Everyone doesn't know what to do.

The overall situation has been decided, but there is no successor to the throne - finally won the position, but no one can sit, it is really a big joke!

Amidst the din of the whole hall, Yuan Hua tightly clutched Yuan Chong's sleeve and remained silent.

All those officials and ministers only cared about the lack of succession, and no one expressed any sadness for this "five highnesses" who had only a shocking side.

Suddenly, countless people flashed in front of Yuan Hua.

Master Helian who was alone; brother Yuan Mei who was buried in the belly of the shark for the two of them; Ulan Tuya in crisis...

For some reason, the questions that puzzled her since she was a child resurfaced in Yuan Hua's mind.

Why can't women be as capable as men?

Why can't women organize their families, govern the country, and bring peace to the world?

Why do they have to hide in the palace to study "Women's Precepts" and endure female workers, while brothers can read four books and learn kung fu with their masters?

"Where did the 'Book of Heaven' come from? And who told you the 'Divine Righteousness'?"

Yuan Hua suddenly remembered what Master La Quanyun said that day about "deviating from the orthodoxy".

"Who ordered it?"

"Why should it be obeyed?"

"How future generations evaluate is their business, the key is how you evaluate yourself."

While the little girl was breathing, she made a decision that would affect her life.

"Master Yue." Yuan Hua stood up, tugged at the corner of Qiao Anyue's clothes, and asked a question, "Are you an assassin?"

When Yuan Hua overwhelmed the group of voices and said that he could take the throne instead of his elder brother, he was opposed by the Manchu Dynasty.

Can be imagined.

Those who could support the late emperor were ministers of the old school.What this group of people talk about every day is about monarchs, ministers, fathers and sons, that's why they dare to point at Lu Kun's nose and call him disrespectful, and it is also the most powerful support left by the late emperor to Yuan Chong.

However, the same group of people and the same belief were transferred to Yuan Hua, but they became thousands of obstacles.

I am afraid that when the first emperor passed away, he did not expect such a situation.

"I am the only surviving blood of the Yan family, who dares not to follow!" The little girl narrowed her eyes, and the sharpness honed by walking outside has begun to take shape.

Yuan's surname was originally borrowed from Yuan Mei's false surname.

Her surname is Yan, and her single name has a Chinese character.

Yan Hua was still holding a saber in his hand, and he had a chivalrous spirit that was not in keeping with the court.

"Little princess, this... is absolutely impossible, please think twice."

"Forgive me and others cannot obey."

"Throughout the ages, I have never heard of a woman proclaiming the emperor, princess..."

expected statement.

Yan Hua walked to the dragon chair in two or three steps, did not sit down, drew his long sword out of its sheath, and pointed it at the ministers in the court hall. He raised his voice, "I have made up my mind, and all ministers should follow it. If there are any objections, don't blame my subordinates for being merciless!"

The crisp sound fell in the hall, resounding everywhere.

"I will not wait." The elders of the three dynasties stood up first, and before they saluted and explained the reason, they felt a sharp weapon stretched across their necks.

It's Qiao Anyue.

"Never now?" Yan Hua raised his eyebrows and asked again.

"The veteran has gone through three dynasties...even the traitor Lu Kun dare not treat me like this, princess..." The man obviously didn't believe that Yan Hua really dared to attack, but he was still angered by this bold move.

"No?" Yan Hua asked for the third time.

"No!"

"Master Yue." Yan Hua clenched the hilt in his hand, and stood upside down with the long sword and scabbard on the ground. The scene on Keshan flashed again in his eyes, and without any hesitation, he ordered in a cold voice: "Kill it!" .”

Qiao Anyue sealed her throat with a sword.

Looking at Yan Hua standing on the stage, she was in a daze.

The little girl...has grown up after all.

She remembered the series of questions that Yan Hua asked suddenly just now——

"Master Yue, are you from Shen Yuan Pavilion?"

Shen Yuan Pavilion, assassins and the like.

She used to have nothing to do with these two words, but now, everything has changed.

Qiao Anyue hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.

The so-called assassins, of course, live in the knowledge of the master.

"Then are you willing to do me a favor?" Yan Hua asked politely, but already had a bit of majesty that could not be refused.

Qiao Anyue naturally did not refuse, but after hearing the request, a strong emotion suddenly surged in her heart - prompting her to involuntarily make an action that she did not expect.

She stretched out her hand, stroked her chest, nodded slightly, and blurted out:

"Follow the king's orders."

Everyone was frightened by Qiao Anyue's decisiveness.

However, Yan Hua's pressing questions did not give the group of people time to digest. She was wearing a black short jacket with a sword stationed, and there was even a trace of blood accidentally rubbed on Yan Chong's body on the cuff.Standing on the high platform, looking at the shocked civil and military ministers, "Can you follow me?"

She stood upright, like a strong pine tree.

But the threat is already evident.

Unlike Lu Kun - she really dares to kill people who don't obey orders!As long as a "no" pops out of his mouth, no one will be the second person whose blood splashes the hall in his arms!

After a long silence, a young official knelt down first, "I respectfully invite the ninth princess to succeed to the throne immediately, to be called the empress, to change the year name, to set the national policy, long live your majesty—long live—long live."

Like a trumpet, the stalemate was shortened, and after a while, a second person who respectfully invited the empress appeared.

Then came the third, fourth...

"There are still standing." After a long time, Yan Hua saw a group of old ministers who were thrown on the insistence, and smiled lightly, "Is this... resisting death?"

She was answered by stubborn and silent silence.

Yan Hua clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, his fingertips turned white, and his breathing was a little short of breath, "What the new court needs are experienced and experienced ministers, not stubborn and reckless urchins."

"Everyone abides by the way and is speechless. Since this is the case..." Yuan Hua's breath was stagnant, and the courage and determination of Plato Fifteen flashed in front of his eyes again-although she didn't like this person, she had to admit that Plato Fifteen did have qualities worthy of learning as a high-ranking person—so he paused, and then said, "Then let's kill them all."

Looking back, many "chickens" have been killed, but Yan Hua can be sure that what happened today will surely deter countless "monkeys" who are waiting and watching until tomorrow.

Yan Hua did not sit on the dragon chair from the beginning to the end. He was wearing casual clothes for walking in the rivers and lakes. He just stood firmly in front of the dragon chair. ", his eyes were in a trance for a while, and he fell on the snow falling outside the Xuanhe Hall.

In just a short time, the snow has already fallen heavily.

The auspicious snow heralds a prosperous year, Yan Hua thought, the coming year will definitely be prosperous again.

However, her eyes fell on a certain swaying point, the tip of her nose felt a little sore, and she suddenly understood the feelings of Master Yue and Master Cheng.

Civil and military officials all over the court were waiting for her to shout "Pingshen", but the newly succeeded empress just held the hilt of her sword for a long time, staring at the swaying snowy sky outside, Yan Hua suddenly realized a fact that made her whole body cold.The places she wants to go, the scenery she wants to see, those people who want to be carefree and make her fascinated by the world, it is hard to say goodbye.

Yan Hua opened her mouth and uttered a simple syllable from her throat, the voice was so soft that only she could hear it.

she says:

"elder brother."

The ninth day of the twelfth lunar month was the first heavy snowfall in the capital of Kanghe in 14.

On this day, there are politicians who have tried their best to kill their plots, actors who kill their relatives and brothers to kill themselves, there are disdainful aliens wandering away, and taciturn knights swear allegiance... People of various identities are in the capital. Gathering together inside, or life or death, the white snow is vast.

On this day, there is a prodigal son who died of an accident, who was deeply trapped in fate and finally freed; there is also a young girl who lost her brother, who wants to be in the world and is trapped in a cage forever.

On this day, the turmoil that had unfolded since the first emperor launched a military campaign finally came to an end.

On the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month in the 14th year of Kanghe, the 42 counties of Kyushu ushered in the first female emperor throughout the ages, and the year name was changed to the first year of Yong'an.

The author has something to say: I can finally say it after holding it in for so long...Who wanted to see the little princess take the throne back then?Please stand up bravely!tell me!not happy :)

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Thank you, little reporter from Zhenshou Mansion, Aoba Landmine*1