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The king is dead, the Sanxin Trade Union president is dead, the head is dead, the eldest princess is dead, and the entire high-level man was slaughtered by Li Jueye within half a day.

The dignified principality is nothing but that.

Climb down to the South, and destroy a country with one ride.

That's it.

Even if he was indifferent to the major events of his family and country, even to the degree of indifference, he still felt indescribable when he watched his king being slaughtered in such a way.

day.

It really collapsed.

The death of the king does not mean that the royal family is gone.

At least Lee Seung-hwan is not a regent king. He has a son under his knees. He is about sixteen. As the eldest son, he has the right to inherit the throne.

When Li Jueye stepped into the southern palace and the Da Ma Jindao sat on the throne, below it was the courtesy of the civil and military officials. They could not say long live the king.

After all, he is just a city lord, saying Long live, over there.

at the moment,

It was the eldest son of Li Chenghuan, who was kneeling on the ground.

The white and fat young man, combed with a small middle point, perfectly inherited the lineage of a beautiful male and female from the south, fat, but without losing the elegance and middle point, but highlighting his special temperament.

After all, it is a member of the royal family. Compared with his father's waste, this fellow is obviously much more mature.

He didn't hate Lord Li, on the contrary, he was a little grateful.

There is no way that Li Jueye would wipe out the Sanxin Trade Union that checks and balance the South China with a sharp knife. Then, even if his father died and he succeeded to the throne, he would be just a mascot at best. Worry, it is undeniable that his ending is just like the first emperor, just a decoration.

"Li Zhengen, meet Sir Alex."

"Get up."

Jue Li's eyes fell on him, and he whispered softly: "Could you imagine, sitting on this throne?"

The other party didn't hesitate at all, and immediately said, "I think, I have been thinking, I was thinking before the father died."

Ha ha.

Li Ruoyu laughed lightly. It seems that he has done a good thing again. I think, if he didn't get his father and Sanxin Trade Union settled in advance, maybe he would have to stage a good deed of Xuanwumen.

After a moment of contemplation, he said: "Okay, today, this Sir Alex will officially announce that you will inherit the throne."

As soon as the words and words fell, the hundreds of officials and civil servants took a breath. You must know that this southern country is fundamentally different from other dynasties.

Every generation of kings is elected, and there is no such thing as succession and imperial appointment.

And the tenure is very short, the longest is only 20 years.

Basically, there is no good death. Perhaps the national conditions determine the national policy, which leads to many disturbances in the later years of each generation of kings, causing them to fail to die.

Of course, these are all digressions. What makes them unacceptable is that the first emperor of the country collapses, and no matter what, there must be an election.

How come people from other countries dare to interfere in their own internal affairs without authorization?

The military commanders didn't care, they thought that their homeland would not be chaotic, and they were just defending the country, but the civil ministers thought differently.

Once accepted by the imperial appointment, this not only means that the situation in the country will be completely changed in the future, and even the southern country will become the Principality of Lee and inherit it forever.

In time, it will surely evolve to a situation where the royal power becomes stronger and the minister is weaker.

This is not what they want to see, nor can they accept it.

"Lord, don't do it."

The gray-haired veteran kept kowtowing, crying while crying: "The monarch power is granted by the gods, from the beginning of the southern kingdom to the founding of the country, each generation of kings must accept the crown of the Holy See before they can officially enthroned. I also ask Sir Alex to think twice and don't mess around. The tradition of our country."

"Who are you?"

Jue Li raised his ears and blew at him, seemingly reckless and ignorant of etiquette, but he reflected his strength from the side.

The old minister wiped his nose and said, "Chen, Kim Jae-jung, the first prime minister of South Korea."

"it is good."

"Public ink."

"Subordinates are here."

"Drag him out."

Gong Yumo nodded, and two soldiers walked from both sides, one on the left and the other to stand him up, a bad old man, where is a young and strong soldier opponent.

After resisting a few times, he was stepped on by military leather shoes.

Some generals can't see it anymore and want to stop them. After all, this is their own country, how can they tolerate other people's arrogance.

Just when they were about to shoot, the soldiers surrounding the court opened the insurance uniformly, and the crisp sound of bullets was loaded, like death whispering in their ears, urging their lives.

Finally, they stopped what they were doing and did not dare to be presumptuous.

Compared with an army with live ammunition, the armor of our side is as fragile as a piece of paper.

So, flinched.

Once backed down, morale will inevitably drop.

Li Jueye stared at them, but there was a Ruowu smile on the corner of his mouth. This kind of strong contrast appeared on the face of a handsome young man, and the shock was almost terrifying.

It seems that he said: "Try it, try it, I will see if you dare to move."

Everyone choked silently.

This-what the hell is it.

Dong will die, but who wants to die?

So not long after, they heard a scream from outside the hall and stopped at a gunshot.

The prime minister died.

The head of civil servants died just like that. He was simply neat and not muddled. Lord Li touched his chin and looked at the crowd condescendingly, feeling that he was not enough, and said, "Zhu Jiu Clan."

"Leadership."

Gong Yumo immediately gave an order, and then the Pike Team sent five hundred cavalry to the residence of Jin Zaizhong.

Chopping the grass does not remove the roots, and the spring breeze regenerates. Li Jueye understands this truth and has a deep understanding. He is not afraid of people coming to him for trouble, but he does not want to have flies buzzing around his ears every day.

They all went out together.

This is the supremacy brought about by power, even if he slaughters all over the world, no one dares to say a word.

That's it when you speak the law.

Jue Li got up, stepped aside, pointed at Li Zhengen who was kneeling on the ground, and said, "You come up."

Li Zhengen got up generously, patted the dust on his body, and walked forward.

"From now on, you are the king of the southern kingdom."

"Little King, thank you Sir Alex for your kindness."

Lord Li looked up and smiled, eyes like knives, looking around the crowd, and pointedly said: "If you want a weapon, this Sir Alex will give you a weapon, you want a man, and a Sir Alex will give you a man. Just destroy it."

"Xie Jue."

"You can understand?"

The civil and military officials looked at each other, where they didn't understand, the knife was almost on the neck.

"Gu Meng, I have already surrendered to the feet of the dawn, and Gu Meng trusts the great king, and will become a brotherhood with you under my witness, how about?"

"Listen to Sir Alex's arrangement."

"It's easy to say." Li Jueye raised his hand, asked the public to bring pen and paper, and wrote a handwritten letter in person, saying: "Send someone to pass to the new king of Gu Meng, and said that within a month, he will come to the South to meet with Li Zhengen. , To resolve a century of grievances and become a nation of brothers."

"Yes."