Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

On the street full of people kneeling, a carriage sped by.

Sixi opened the curtain, saw the situation outside, her heart was pounding, she said anxiously, "Young master, what do you think the emperor wants to do?"

Fang Zhuo shook his head. He didn't know what Xiao Xin meant. He only knew that the sacrifice to heaven that was supposed to be held after the coronation had been delayed until now.

In the light screen, the ministers knelt together, and some people looked up at the altar from time to time.

The man on the altar stood with his hands behind his hands without being angry or pretentious, and was looking ahead with an unpredictable expression.

Someone curiously followed his gaze and looked back. The wide road paved with bluestones was empty and there was nothing.

Time passed by, and some people could no longer kneel and began to move their hands and feet quietly.

Before he had time to move his position, he suddenly felt a chill in his forehead. The new emperor was looking at him with those bottomless black eyes, and the man immediately froze into a stone and stopped moving.

This is a silent warning, warning them to recognize and remember their position, the king is the king, the minister is the minister, and there must be no overstepping.

The sound of horseshoes rattling from far to near made the ministers so curious that they all looked back, wanting to know who, who dared to disobey the time, came here at this juncture.

Unexpectedly, not only did the carriage not stop, but it even stepped on the red carpet!That is a place that only His Majesty the Emperor can go!

"Bold! Do you still understand etiquette!" Someone jumped up from the ground and ordered the carriage to stop.

Seeing the scene outside through the flying curtains, Fang Zhuo tapped his fingers back and forth on his knees, vaguely guessing what was about to happen.

Thinking of those pairs of eyes staring at him resentfully or angrily, he couldn't help being nervous, so he simply let the system shut down the scene, and leaned his head up on the mat with his eyes closed.

The altar is very high, and it is said that there are ninety-nine and 81 steps. It is a legendary place where you can communicate with God.

Fang Zhuo sneered, "Is God referring to the rules?"

233 said, "It counts."

Fang Zhuo was curious, "Can you really communicate?"

233,"I can't."

Fang Zhuo, "..."

233 asked, "Is it really not open? What if it falls down?"

Several times when the system went offline, Fang Zhuo actually fell, and even almost fell into the lake and drowned once.

At that time, Sixi was sent away on purpose, and then a person came and choked out, "Master, let's go."

The voice was high-pitched and thin, and one could tell it was an eunuch and not Sixi.

The eunuch relied on him not being able to see, without further ado, he pushed him into the lake.

If those who secretly protected him hadn't rushed out in time and held him back, he would probably have become a drowned ghost by now.

Throughout the dynasties, there have been regulations that the queen can only manage the harem and not interfere in politics.In fact, the front court and the rear palace are one.

The ministers stuffed women around the emperor to consolidate their position.The emperor also needs a political marriage to win over and stabilize the ministers below and win more support for himself.

Therefore, those ministers objected to the empress, in addition to violating the etiquette, the most important thing is that Fang Zhuo does not belong to any of their factions, but occupies the most honorable position in the harem.

Before taking that position, there were already people who wanted to kill him, and after he sat there, there would only be more people who wanted to kill him.

Fang Zhuo sighed, "I originally wanted to be a jobless vagrant who traveled around the world, but I was dragged to be a queen. You think I am miserable."

233 just rolled their eyes, "Don't get cheap and act good, get ready, we're here."

As soon as the words fell, the carriage stopped.

Although she had peeped out from the small window of the carriage just now, when she got out of the carriage, Sixi was still overwhelmed by everything in front of her eyes.

Those ministers who looked down on him and his young master knelt down in darkness, and it felt so much better to just stand there by himself.

Sixi froze in fright, and only managed to regain consciousness when a hand pushed him away.

A tall and slender man stepped over him and bent down to lift the person in the car out.

Xiao Xin lowered his head and stared into the young man's eyes for two seconds, "Can I walk by myself?"

Fang Zhuo nodded, but his fingers tightly clutched the man's sleeve.

There was no sound around, and it was pitch black in front of his eyes. He felt as if he had been thrown into some kind of abyss.

Fang Zhuo asked knowingly, "Where is this?"

Xiao Xin said, "The theater."

Ministers, "..."

Fang Zhuo pursed his lips, "What are you doing in the theater?"

Xiao Xin said nonsense in a serious manner, "Take you to the opera."

He glanced at the evenly laid carpet, and pulled the young man forward.

Fang Zhuo was wearing a white brocade robe, with a phoenix embroidered with silver thread on his back. It was lifelike and extravagant. It was the first time when he changed clothes before going out that he saw the whole picture of the court dress. If he guessed right, This set of clothes is similar to what the man is wearing today. It should be a couple's outfit.

233 couldn't help but popped up, "The five-clawed golden dragon on the protagonist's clothes, and the nine-tailed phoenix on your body are all painted by him stroke by stroke."

Fang Zhuo's heart twitched, and he scratched the man's palm a few times with his fingers.

The people on the ground saw the Phoenix behind the young man, and they were so angry that they almost vomited blood, and their hands that were as dry as trees were propped on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

Reverse, reverse!

Not only did he not take ministers like them seriously, even God and the former emperor were not taken seriously by him.

"Your Majesty!" Someone stood up, his eyes were red, and there was a little water in them.

Judging by this posture, he was probably about to cry out of anger.

Xiao Xin still led the people forward, without even turning his head, his attitude was tough and firm.

The old man took a few steps forward, and seeing that he was about to step on the red carpet, he abruptly retracted his feet, clenched his fists and shouted, "Today is the enthronement and sacrificial ceremony, so you can't tolerate such nonsense!"

Xiao Xin frowned slightly and stopped.

The minister was overjoyed, and before he had time to continue persuading him, he heard the new emperor say, "Come here, Mr. Xu is not in good spirits and in good health. Send him back to the residence immediately."

"you you……"

You don't need to look, just listening to his words is not easy, Fang Zhuo can imagine him blowing his beard and staring.

Xiao Xin turned his head, pulled him forward, and finally stopped on the jade steps.

Fang Zhuo tilted his head, "What's wrong?"

Xiao Chan touched the corners of his eyes, and without warning suddenly bent down and hugged him horizontally.

There was an uproar below, and a group of old-fashioned people half-covered their eyes, unable to bear to look directly.This is really a demon concubine who will bring disaster to the country and the people, demon concubine!

He watched helplessly as the new emperor walked up the jade steps step by step with the demon concubine in his arms.The ninety-nine and eighty-one steps are all on their hearts.

All the ministers were angry and furious, but they didn't dare to speak out, for fear that they would be thrown back to the mansion just like Mr. Xu.

"What play are we listening to today?" Fang Zhuo's hand hung around the man's neck, and with a sudden movement, he put his ear on the man's hard chest.

He said, "Your heartbeat is fast, isn't it uncomfortable?"

Xiao Xin looked down at him, and said firmly, "No."

Fang Zhuo put his ear up again, and after listening for a few times, he continued, "Jump faster."

Xiao Xin caught his breath, gritted his teeth, and warned in a deep voice, "Be honest, don't play dead."

Fang Zhuo was so happy that he couldn't stop talking, "Is the emperor shy?"

Xiao Xin, "..."

Fang Zhuo, "It's so cute."

Xiao Xin panted heavily, pinched the young man's buttocks with his hand supporting his legs, "I'll deal with you when I go back."

Fang Zhuo raised the corners of his mouth, and rubbed his forehead against the man's collarbone, looking like he was in spring.

Not long after, Xiao Xin stopped and put Fang Zhuo on the ground.

The coldness of the jade slab seems to be able to penetrate the thick soles of the shoes and spread to the soles of the feet, cooling down the warm heart.

The wind was very strong above, Xiao Xin tidied up the young man's messy hair, and directly took out an imperial decree from his sleeve.

Shu Lang's deep voice, along with the surging spring breeze, blew into the ears of everyone below.

He ignored all objections and declared Feng Yang as queen.

"Your Majesty, you are confused..."

"It's a big treason, it's a big treason."

"The first emperor, the old minister violated your orders."

"No, the emperor is talking about Feng Yang, shouldn't the empress be called Feng Hai?"

"Yeah, what the hell is going on here!"

"..."

Half of the people below are still in shock, and the other half have already moaned, wishing to die and apologize.

Fang Zhuo has now completely become Xiao Xin's brainless fan, reaching out and tugging on the man's sleeve, laughing like a fool.

When he smiled like this, the people below were even angrier.

Some old ministers stood up without fear of death, shook their sleeves and left. Before leaving, they deliberately took sick leave, saying that they were going to die of anger and would not be able to go to court in a short time.

These are the most powerful ministers in the court. If they don't go to the court, the other ministers in various factions seem to have lost their backbone, and they will be vague about everything they ask.

Xiao Xin didn't care at all, and specially ordered the eunuch to prepare a carriage, and sent all the old men back.

Xiao Xin handed over the eunuch who had finished reading the imperial decree, and dragged Fang Zhuo to the altar.

Various sacrificial supplies and a handful of incense sticks each as thick as an index finger were placed on the altar.

Xiao Xin took three ignites, stuffed them into Fang Zhuo's hands and let him hold them tightly, and took three more ignites.

After the two bowed three times towards the altar, he took the incense in the young man's hand, put it together with his own three, and inserted it into the incense burner.

Then he raised the wine glass on the altar, "The first glass is a sacrifice to the thousands of heroic souls who sacrificed their lives for the country."

The wine glass is tilted, and the wine is poured.

"The second cup is to honor the former emperor who conquered the vast country."

"The third cup, offering sacrifices to the heavens and worshiping the gods, to ensure that the Yuan Dynasty will be in good order and the country will be safe."

After finishing speaking, there was a dead silence below.

A gust of wind swept by, and the remaining ministers reacted, and hurriedly shouted, touching the ground with their foreheads, "Long live my emperor, long live, long live."

Xiao Xin held the hand of the wine glass, and his sharp eyes swept over those people one by one.

He frowned slightly, and suddenly raised his hand and smashed out the wine glass in his hand.

The exquisite wine glass instantly shattered into slag, and the fine pieces of porcelain exploded in all directions.

The eunuch who was in charge of singing next to him gave a soft knee and knelt down on the ground trembling. Although he didn't know why, he kept kowtowing and begging for mercy, "The emperor calms down, the emperor calms down..."

Xiao Xin snorted coldly, turned around and walked towards the altar again, pouring another glass of wine into the glass.

He raised his glass to the sky, "For the fourth cup, I will sacrifice to heaven and earth again, and bless my Empress Dayuan for a thousand years, a thousand years."

The ministers raised their heads one after another, only then did they realize why the emperor was angry, and immediately shouted.

Fang Zhuo stood beside the man with a calm face, his ears were numb from the thunderous sound, these people were really shouting with their lives.

However, things are not over yet.

As soon as the sacrifice to heaven was over, notices were posted everywhere, saying that the current queen is the second son of the Feng family, named Feng Yang.

Back then, the whole country knew that Xiao Xin was given a male concubine. He was obviously the eldest son, but how did he suddenly become the second son?

Soon, new rumors came out, saying that the eldest son of the Feng family was timid and fearful, regardless of his family's life and death, and escaped from marriage overnight. The Feng family was afraid of causing beheading, so they forced the second son to marry the eldest.

In the end, who knows, by accident, Emperor Jing'an is not dead, but still has a deep love and affection with the queen.

This Feng Yang can be regarded as a blessing in disguise.

After Sixi finished the gossip, she forked a piece of watermelon for their young master, handed it to him, and continued, "Besides, I heard that because you have a good relationship with His Majesty, many of you are afraid of being criticized by the outside world and hide your habit of cutting sleeves." Those who have bravely stood up to pursue their own happiness, by the way, there are also people who have written various stories based on you and Your Majesty."

Fang Zhuo, "..."

That's right, the emperor and the empress take the lead in making a fuss, who would dare to babble, unless they are tired of work.

Sixi watched Fang Zhuo's face carefully, and frowned in distress. Since the day he became the throne, the young master has shown a preoccupied expression from time to time.

The young master has money, power, and men, so what is there to be unhappy about?

There is only one thing that makes Fang Zhuo unhappy, and that is the time to leave.

After the enthronement ceremony, the plot line has risen to four and a half stars, and the emotional line is also four and a half stars at the same time.

He felt like he was walking a tightrope now, and he might fall down and die at any moment.

But he still doesn't want to die, he still wants to stay in this world to accompany that person.

Fang Zhuo scratched his head anxiously. Just in case, he planned to start preparing for his funeral now, so as not to die suddenly in time and leave too much blow to the man.

However, what he didn't know was that Xiao Xin had thought more than he did, and had already started to prepare for the future mausoleum.

In the afternoon, the man suddenly came to Fengqi Palace in ordinary clothes, and pulled him out of the palace together.

The carriage drove all the way to the outskirts of the city, and the route was very familiar... Fang Zhuo frowned, remembering that this seemed to be the way to the imperial mausoleum.

He glanced strangely at the man who was resting with his eyes closed, and thought carefully, today is not the anniversary of the late emperor's death, nor does it seem to be any other day that needs to be worshipped, why did he go again?

Suddenly, his hand felt hot and was tightly wrapped by a big hand.

Fang Zhuo quickly lowered his eyes and asked softly, "Are you awake?"

Xiao Xin didn't open his eyes, he gave a faint "hmm", his voice raised slightly, "Where are you?"

The accompanying guards immediately reported, "Your Majesty, we have arrived at the entrance of the Tomb Shou Village."

The people in the tomb guard village are veterans who fought with the late emperor, and they have deep feelings. After the late emperor passed away, they voluntarily came to guard the tomb.

Over time, a small village was formed.

Xiao Xin responded, looked sideways at Fang Zhuo, held his hands and said softly, "I'll take you to meet two people."

Fang Zhuo nodded obediently, thinking that he must be an old subordinate of the late emperor.

In the end, they didn't enter the village, but went directly to the imperial mausoleum. Through the hard stone gate, they could feel the bursts of cold air emanating from inside.

Xiao Chan took the torch from the guard's hand, left everyone outside, and only brought Fang Zhuo in.

Two days ago, after the end of the heaven worship, the man brought him here, but he was only worshiping outside, and now he suddenly entered inside, Fang Zhuo only felt scared and excited.

Xiao Yan had memorized all the maps of the topographic mechanism of the imperial mausoleum in the past two days, and quickly found the mechanism. He just lit a lamp with a torch, and the rest were all lit up one by one.

Fang Zhuo was dumbfounded, he was so awesome.

He asked, "Where are we now?"

Xiao Chan straightened his hair and said softly, "It's a good place."

Fang Zhuo, "..."

The kung fu of opening eyes and telling nonsense is really getting slippery, I am convinced.

This place is a good place for the dead, but not necessarily for the living. Fang Zhuo felt the cold air, as if consciously coming from all directions, and forcefully drilled into his pores.

He tightly clutched the man's sleeve, and stepped up two steps to keep up.

Xiao Xin took off the hand on the sleeve and held it in his hand, "Don't be afraid, it's almost there."

This also deceives the blind.

Fang Zhuo was led by him to turn and turn, passing through several tombs, and it took at least half an hour to finally come to a wall.

There was a trap on the wall, Xiao Xin turned it around cautiously, the wall was split in two, opened, revealing a staircase leading to the ground.

Xiao Xin bowed his body and squatted down, "Come up, I'll carry you on my back."

Fang Zhuo froze for a moment, then quickly groped and threw himself on the man's back.

Borrowing the light from the oil lamp on the wall, Xiao Xin walked down with him behind his back. This place is so spacious that there are echoes just by walking.

"A few days ago, I found an old eunuch who had served my father. He told me that my father carried my mother on his back like this, and walked down step by step like this."

The man's voice was cold and steady, without any emotion.

Fang Zhuo felt that he was depressed and sad.

He retracted the arms hugging the man's neck, stretched his neck and kissed the tip of the man's ear, "Don't be sad, you still have me."