There are always bad guys who want to attack me

Gao Zixin was lying on his own dragon bed, thinking of his recent experiences, he just felt dizzy.

His licentious emperor Lao Tzu died, leaving a crumbling throne with no successor, so it was "very lucky" to fall on his head.

However, Gao Zixin didn't want to be the emperor at all.

Nowadays, people's grievances are everywhere, starvation is everywhere, and the golden dragon chair has already been hung on the cliff, and it may fall into the abyss at any time.

Whoever sits on it is bound to die.

He will also fall to pieces, bear a whole body of infamy, and be labeled as a king of subjugation, leaving a bad reputation for thousands of years, and willfully criticized by future generations.

The most important thing is that now there are people everywhere who want to rebel. No matter who it is, once they sit in that seemingly supreme position, they will finally feel that they will die so miserable!

Peeling cramps can't understand the hatred, maybe there will be another Lingchi.

No one will care, he is not the chief culprit who turned the country into this way, as long as he sits in that seat, he has already attracted enough hatred.

Gao Zixin would not be willing to sit in that rickety, cold and hard seat unless his brain was flooded.

It's a pity that he couldn't help but don't want to.

The elder brother above him was almost completely killed by the emperor Lao Tzu, and the remaining two survived by luck, one was lame and the other was disfigured, and it was impossible for them to sit in that seat.

The rest of the younger brothers were younger than him, and they didn't have an old mother who was a queen like him, so they were naturally not qualified to sit in that seat.

Only him left!

The age is just right, and he is the heir apparent, as if the throne was tailor-made for him.No one has the qualifications except him.

In fact, he is a puppet in the hands of the courtiers!

By the way, I have to act as a scapegoat.

The only thing he can do is to wash his neck clean and wait for the rebels to enter Beijing.

Of course, Gao Zixin was not willing to wait to be slaughtered, and his emperor Laozi probably was not willing to be robbed of his great country. Before he died, he finally got smart and prepared three assistants for him. Minister.

These three people are not the sycophants who usually surround his emperor Lao Tzu and only know how to flatter him, but are pure ministers with real talents and learning, who care about the country and the people.

If not, Gao Zixin would not have put on the dragon robe obediently, sat in that cold seat, and would have wiped his neck with a knife long ago.

He is not very old, only fifteen years old, but after all, he is unwilling to die in such a useless way, and wants to fight to the death to see if he can create a bright world.

As a result, at his enthronement ceremony, just when the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven was held, a thunderbolt suddenly fell from the sky, and a bright white light came suddenly, hitting his head so hard that he could not die!

The upright crown tilted instantly, Gao Zixin had no time to exclaim, he had already passed out.

If it wasn't for the heavy rain that followed that made the court find an excuse to make a big fuss, and spread the news that the heavens sent rain on him because of his true destiny, he would probably become the emperor with the shortest reign in history. Was scrapped.

Gao Zixin thought about it after waking up, and felt that his luck was actually pretty good.

The weather is hot now, but for some reason, it hasn't rained for three whole months. Not to mention those people who depend on the sky for their food, even his licentious emperor Lao Tzu panicked!

Now when he ascended the throne, the heavens suddenly rained down on him. Fortunately, he couldn't help doubting that he was really the one.

Of course, it would be better if there was no such weird thing in front of him.