"Long live His Majesty! Long live His Majesty!!"
This shout shocked the hearts of everyone present.
Long live was the ultimate pursuit of every ambitious person from ancient times to the present. Of course, before the Song Dynasty, people pursued it because it represented longevity and a certain status symbol. Some people would even name it "Long Live" to win some good luck. But after the Song Dynasty, no one could use this word except for the Emperor. If they used it, they would die.
Therefore, after the Great Song Dynasty, those who yearned for "Long Live the Emperor" were either successful traitors or dead traitors.
And in this era, "Long live" was naturally a special title for the Emperor. People could only shout "Long live" to the Emperor. As for the others, no matter how powerful they were or how high their status was, they would only dare to shout "Long live".
Zhao Hu knelt on the ground and shouted "Long live His Majesty" to Xiao Ruxun. He treated Xiao Ruxun with the etiquette of an Emperor. It was obvious that he was treating Xiao Ruxun as the Emperor.
What did this mean?
He was treating Xiao Ruxun as the Emperor?
He was treating Xiao Ruxun as the Emperor?
He wanted Xiao Ruxun to be the Emperor?
Many people present were shocked and couldn't say a word. Their minds were blank, their eyes were wide open, and their mouths were wide open.
Of course, there were people who reacted differently.
For example, all the generals present stood up from their seats according to their ranks and then knelt together.
"Long live His Majesty!!!"
Li Rusong reflexively knelt down as well, feeling dizzy all over.
He looked around him, and when he heard the deafening roars, he was shocked.
His father was right again! He was right again! Xiao Ruxun, he …
He wanted to be the Emperor!
Nearly three hundred people shouted in unison, and the commotion was not small at all. The middle and high ranking military generals of the Southern Town Army, as well as those who held military power, all knelt down in front of Xiao Ruxun, and said "long live".
Of course, there was also the administrative team led by Yuan Huang and Ye Mengxiong. Other than Yuan Huang and Ye Mengxiong, there were only twenty people present, including Zhou Yao, Zhao Xuan and Chen Siqi. But after the generals shouted, a group of people suddenly rushed in from outside the tent. It was the other eighty people.
They ran to the generals and knelt down together.
"Long live His Majesty!!"
Just as their voices fell, a dozen or so of the civil officials who had surrendered along the way suddenly ran up to Xiao Ruxun and knelt down in front of her. Han Sheng was shockingly among them.
"Long live His Majesty!!"
Suddenly, nearly 400 people knelt down in front of Xiao Ruxun. It was a grand scene, and all of them shouted 'Long live Xiao Ruxun' in unison. As for the remaining 100 people, they were either standing or sitting down. Not a single one of them was calm and composed, including Ye Mengxiong and Yuan Huang.
They looked at the scene in front of them in shock.
Xiao Ruxun stared at the scene in front of him.
Then he took a deep breath.
Then he tore off the yellow robe and threw it on the ground.
"Are you rebelling?!"
He roared loudly.
Zhao Hu immediately raised his head and looked at Xiao Ruxun. "Your Majesty! It's not that we are rebelling! We are asking Your Majesty to be the Emperor! "
"Shut up!"
Xiao Ruxun kicked Zhao Hu and knocked him down. "I am the Daming Duke Qin! When did I become Your Majesty? Your Majesty is still in the capital! But you call me Your Majesty?! You are rebelling! You are rebelling!! "
"Your Majesty, please calm down!"
Qi Dayong helped Zhao Hu up and looked at Xiao Ruxun. "We are not rebelling. There is a rumor in the capital. It is said that there is a rebellion in the capital and His Majesty, Emperor Wanli, has unfortunately died! We rose up to restore His Majesty, Emperor Wanli, but His Majesty is dead. What else can we do? We have no other choice but to let Your Majesty ascend the throne! Your Majesty! Please, Your Majesty, ascend the throne!! "
The four hundred people shouted in unison. "Please, Your Majesty, ascend the throne!"
"His Majesty is dead?"
Xiao Ruxun's eyes widened. He rushed back to his seat and pulled out his saber and placed it on Qi Dayong's neck. "You said His Majesty is dead?! Who told you that? Who told you that?! "
"It is a rumor!"
Qi Dayong was not afraid.
"A rumor?! You dare to do such a treacherous thing just because of a rumor?! You … you … you are actually colluding with each other? You … all of you are guilty of the death penalty! All of you are guilty of the death penalty!! "
"Your Majesty!"
The kneeling Zhou Yao straightened his body and shouted. "Although it is a rumor, it may not be false! We have risen up to punish the rebels. Our lives are tied to His Majesty, Emperor Wanli. But if His Majesty is dead, where should we go?
Although it is a rumor, if the morale of the army is not stable, it is a serious matter! Now that this rumor is known by the entire army, the morale of the army is in a state of panic! If Your Majesty does not ascend the throne and stabilize the morale of the army, the world will fall into chaos! For the sake of the people, Your Majesty, ascend the throne as soon as possible to calm the morale of the army! "
"Impudent!"
Xiao Ruxun picked up a wine cup and threw it at Zhou Yao. It hit Zhou Yao's forehead. Zhou Yao's forehead was bleeding, but his expression did not change. He continued to say, "Your Majesty, ascend the throne as soon as possible to calm the morale of the army!"
"Your Majesty, ascend the throne as soon as possible to calm the morale of the army!"
Another round of cheers. Xiao Ruxun panted heavily and glared angrily. He shouted, "If I do not obey, will you kill me?!"
"We do not dare!!"
Jiang Dahai shouted. "We will kneel beside Your Majesty until Your Majesty ascends the throne and orders us to stand up!"
"You … how dare you! How dare you! "
Xiao Ruxun trembled all over. He threw his saber to the ground and kicked away the yellow robe on the ground. Then, he walked straight out of the tent.
The scene was quiet for a while.
The people needed a buffer time. When the buffer time was over, the first person to react was Ye Mengxiong.
"What are you all doing!!!"
An old voice cried out with a sobbing tone.
Ye Meng Xiong suddenly staggered to the front of Zhao Hu and Qi Dayong, who were kneeling at the front. He grabbed Zhao Hu's collar with one hand and shook him with all his might. "Yellow robes? What are you all planning? What are you all planning?!! "
Zhao Hu grabbed both of Ye Mengxiong's hands and stared at Ye Mengxiong with bloodshot eyes. "Duke Ye, the world is in danger. Since Emperor Wanli is dead, do you think we can still be loyal to the puppet Shen Yicheng set up? Impossible. We have done such a thing. Unless Marshal ascends the throne, who would trust us and protect our wealth? If Marshal does not ascend the throne, we will not let this matter rest! "
Then, he pushed Ye Mengxiong to the ground.
"Duke Ye, Daming Emperor is dead. The world should change. If Marshal does not become the Emperor, we will not let this matter rest!"
Qi Dayong's eyes were filled with cold warning.
"Yes, Duke Ye, we respect you very much. Now, it is time for the world to change. Duke Ye, do not make a mistake!"
Jiang Dahai looked at Ye Mengxiong coldly.
Looking at the cold eyes in front of him, the once familiar faces had now become extremely unfamiliar.
Ye Mengxiong felt a chill in his heart.
"Who said His Majesty is dead? Who said so?! You … you … Shu Jie? Shu Jie, why are you here? Why are you kneeling? "
Ye Mengxiong saw his fellow villager, Han Jin, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.
In his memory, this fellow villager was upright, fair, and incorruptible. He did not accept any money and was low-key. Why was he kneeling here now?
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