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After being stunned for a moment, the chief eunuch had no choice but to increase his voice, and shouted more sharply: "The emperor has an order, and the little people kneel down to welcome you!"

This time, he finally had some reaction. With a bang, someone threw a rotten egg on his tall black gauze hat, and the smelly egg white and yolk flowed down the brim of the hat and onto his face again. In the distance, Someone yelled and cursed mockingly.

"If you want to squat in the latrine by yourself, I will kneel down to welcome you with a hammer!"

It is estimated that this buddy is from Sichuan. Following the population-for-food program in Wenmeng in Shaanxi, there are many such buddies who have gone to various parts of the country to participate in infrastructure construction.

He lowered his head involuntarily, and the egg white flowed down his hat, face, and chest again. In the past, the majestic Ouchi, the supreme royal family, and the imperial decree with golden mouth and jade teeth echoed in his mind like a film. In his chest, a burst of anger was like a mushroom after the rain, thriving and erupting. Finally, the anger burst out like a volcano, and the eunuch leader let out a roar in an instant.

"The emperor has a decree. If your majesty is not worthy of the position, you can announce your abdication, and pass it on to the third son of the emperor, Zhu Cijiong, king Ding. I respect you!"

Even at this time, Zhu Cihong was still a little unwilling to give up. He stepped down, and wanted his younger brother, the young Zhu Cijiong, to continue to live for a while for the Zhu family's royal family. Perhaps, even if he supported the sword shoes to go to the temple, add nine tins, and pay homage to the unknown In the end, this normal order of usurping the throne is better than the reputation of being kicked out of power by hundreds of thousands of people in the capital.

At the very least, an imperfect curtain call was completed.

The old eunuch's hysterical roar from the bottom of his heart finally had an effect. In an instant, like Medusa's petrified curse, the protesting citizens on the outermost edge seemed to stand still, and the incredible whisper was transmitted to Behind, the people behind also continued to be petrified, and then passed to the back.

They really did it, these little people who are fighting for promotion, really forced the Son of Heaven to take off his bright crown, even if they have been working hard, when this moment comes, these citizens of the capital seem to be dreaming, one by one rioting citizens Just like the meerkat, it was full of sluggishness, staring at the eunuch leader with big eyes.

But this is not a dream after all, I don't know who woke up from the dream, and suddenly someone screamed in ecstasy: "The faint king has stepped down!"

"The emperor is stepping down!!!"

In the next moment, the entire Prince's East Palace was boiling like before. Under the furious but disappointed gaze of the old eunuch, these daring thugs rushed out of the palace roaring like madmen. The pots, pans, tents and clothes in the house are all gone. The siege of the past few days has subsided like the tide of the sea.

Only the old eunuch jumped his feet angrily: "Your Majesty passed on King Ding, did you hear that! Hurry up and welcome the new king!"

"Partner!"

A tired voice came from behind him, and the old eunuch turned his head in a hasty habit, knelt on the ground and pointed behind him complainingly: "Your Majesty, these troublemakers..."

"I know, let them go!"

Obviously it was still rising in the east, but the two tired shadows were pulled out by the sun, but they felt like the west was setting. While walking, the hoarse young voice asked tiredly and timidly.

"Big Companion, Zhen..., I am not the emperor anymore, Da Companion is still following Zhen..., following me?"

"Where is the emperor, the old slave has followed the empress since he was a child, and the empress died for the country, so of course the old slave has followed the emperor. No matter what time, you are the emperor of the old slave!"

.........

"The faint king is abdicating!!!"

As the people shouted excitedly, the Liaodong priests, who were comparable to Roman tenors, also raised their long voices, like langurs courting a mate, spreading the news to every corner of the palace in an instant.

The entire White House reception room was in a mess at this time, the air was filled with a strong bitter aroma of coffee, large and small coffee cups, coffee pots were thrown all over the floor, leaning on the soft sofa, dozens of people from the empire The important ministers are like programmers working overtime to catch up on drafts, with dark circles around their eyes and twisted piles.

The snoring sounded like thunder, with bubbles coming out of his nose, and a sudden cry reached his ears, which made Song Xiance turn over uncomfortably, and with a bang, the galvanized steel coffee pot was pushed hard by his hand He fell to the ground, so startled that he finally collapsed in a clever way.

"Filled the coffee?"

After shaking his head heavily to wake himself up, and rubbing his slack old face, Song Xiance immediately listened solemnly. After a while, a burst of ecstasy appeared on his old face. He unceremoniously slapped the fatter and fatter old face of the chief housekeeper Su Changmei.

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"Ah! The total autumn harvest of the empire this year is 900 million stone coffee... ouch, military advisor, what are you doing!"

"Return the coffee! Listen!"

After staying up for four days, his head was a little numb, and while yawning, Su Changmei slammed his mouth and pulled up his fat ears, but in just a moment, he stepped on the ground like a chicken blood in an instant. On Kong Youde's chubby general belly.

"Ouch!"

........

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

In the ear, it was like ten thousand bees buzzing, and Mao Jue himself waved his hand irritably, muttering vaguely and struggling to get up.

"Filled the coffee?"

But in the next second, he was also stunned. He didn't know when the sofas and seats in the living room were cleaned up. Changed his face, changed into neat court clothes, and respectfully ranked them in the four ranks of civil and military. Even in front of the crowd, Chen Jiao, Su Yi, Chang Ping and other concubines put on their most cumbersome dresses, and looked at Mao Jue in astonishment. Eyes, these people kowtowed with incomparable excitement, their bodies dropped to the ground, their voices were passionate, and they praised solemnly.

"The concubines/the ministers kowtow to see my emperor, long live, long live, long live!"

This is just the beginning. In front of the White House and on the Imperial Plaza, the officers and soldiers of the imperial guards and imperial regiments who hurriedly gathered also knelt down heavily on the ground, roaring passionately.

"Kowtow to my emperor, long live, long live, long live!!!"

The tidy mountain call was like a flood and storm, and the sound spread far and wide to every corner of the streets and alleys of the capital. It just brought the joy of the change of dynasty from the palace. Standing up, he also shouted with joy and high spirits.

"Kowtow to my emperor, long live, long live, long live!!!"

"Long live my emperor!"

"Long live Long live Long live!"

This is not just one person's dream, but also the concerted efforts of the regime from top to bottom. From being kicked out of the homeland and wandering in a foreign country to the lonely army town, Dongjiang has finally completed its transformation like an empire. One day, I had already prepared mentally, but when things came to an end, even Mao Jue's brain was a little dazed. He looked at the officials below who were paying respects with their heads on the ground and their buttocks in the sky, and raised their hands to look again. He also asked himself in a daze.

"Am I the emperor?"

.........

The heavy war drum seemed to be galloping across the battlefield again. Two rows and two rows of guards wearing white armor held the flintlock guns in hand, and took every step as if they were using all their strength. , Whale leather boots rattled on the neatly repaired asphalt road.

Among their proud guards, the sixteen-horse horse, the gorgeous royal carriage, walked on the imperial avenue, just like the leaders of later generations in the military parade. As for the rattling crown, Mao Jue raised his right hand high and waved it to both sides of the road.

Wherever he went, there were screams of excitement, but this time the people's praise was once again raised by the regent.

His Majesty!

The most dedicated person is Chang Ping. After finishing prostration in the reception room of the White House, she took off her heavy dress and high heels as quickly as possible, almost traveling with Mao Jue, and her large team of reporters also followed her. Er let it out, holding the wooden microphone upright, with the marching inspection team behind him, and Zhu Yuhui's voice trembled slightly with excitement, and hurriedly preached.

"After four days and four hours of struggle, the enlightened emperor finally agreed to the people's request, took the blame and resigned and abdicated. The regent Mao Jue inherited the throne and officially proclaimed himself emperor."

"The name of the country, Daming, has not changed, but changed to Yuan Hai Guo Kai Hong! Next year will be the first year of Hai Guo Kai Hong!"

"Reporters ahead, bring you the latest reports!"

During Chang Ping's impassioned speech, several sketch reporters quickly turned their pencils and recorded her and the new empire behind her!

As Mao Jue, wearing a yellow robe and surrounded by officials, stepped into the Qianqing Palace with his head held high, and sat on the chair that Chongzhen had sat in back then, another temporary new era of Ming Dynasty was pulled away heavily.

Chapter 696. An Envoy from Nanming

The emperor's dream has come true, and the wish of years of struggle has come true, but it is not the end!And just the beginning!After all, there are still too many things in this world that Mao Jue dislikes.

Like all emperors, at the beginning of their ascension to the throne, they expanded their territory and used martial arts to pave their imperial career.Amidst the crackling sound of firecrackers in the capital, Huang Degong realized his dream and made the headlines on the front page of the Imperial Capital Daily.