The question is that he is not An Jinyu, he is Su Zili, a wandering spirit from the 21st century who is lucky but unfortunately possessed this body! How does this fact make him accept this crown that is related to the world
"His Royal Highness!" Wei Chen raised his head with red eyes, "Now the situation in Beiling is turbulent, and the other countries are eyeing Beiling rivers and mountains. Everyone wants to take advantage of the chaos to get a share. The eldest prince Xi_ng is cruel and greedy for pleasure. His regent's exorbitant taxes and taxes have caused complaints among the people. If he becomes king in the future, he must be a cruel monarch. When the people's grievances accumulate, the people will rise up, and the other nations will take advantage of the fire to rob, and Beiling's country will be over!"
"I… "
"He's not going anywhere! Hmph, it's really eloquent!" A voice suddenly sounded coldly.
The two looked back and saw An Jiqing approaching them with a sneer.
"Extremely Qing!"
An Jiqing ignored Wei Chen’s bitter expression and looked at Zili and said, “You finally escaped from the place where we moved our powers. Do you want to re-enter after someone said that? If you become an emperor, you don’t want to live forever. Want to be free! Besides, in the eyes of others, you are the favorite of King Chu Jing and you became the king of Beiling. If someone reveals this past in the future, you have to follow the eyes of the people of the world and the unbearable ridicule. It turns out that North The king of the spirit is nothing but a meat sculptor that makes people squeeze under the body!"
"Enough is enough, don't say it!" Zili yelled with wide-open eyes, the pain and ventilation in his eyes flooded, and his face became pale.
"His Royal Highness..."
"Please, stop talking!" Zi Li said softly, covering her ears, "I'm sorry, I want to be quiet!"
"Bang" closed the door and threw on the bed, Zili buried his face deeply in the quilt...
The deep palace resembles the sea, and the tall palace walls and numerous palaces record the glory and passing away of generations of kings. The nicks of the years make them fade and peel off the paint, and the old colors feel even more sad under the rendering of the cool breeze and fallen leaves.
King Beiling looked at the vast sky outside the hollow carved window with muddy eyes, and suddenly asked slowly: "Wanfu!"
"The minion is here, is your majesty tired of sitting, can the minion help you lie down?" Wang Gonggong Mo secretly said softly with tears in his eyes.
"No... get the medicine!" The Northern Spirit King said weakly.
Grandpa Wan wiped his eyes again, and then tremblingly sent a pill into King Beiling's mouth.
"Bang—" The door was kicked open vigorously, and a pair of heavily armed guards quickly divided into two rows and stood still, An Jinluo stepped in vigorously, not without arrogance, but could not hide his ecstasy: "I heard that the father finally figured it out. Are you planning to pass it to your Highness?"
King Beiling grabbed Wanfu’s hand, coughed and sat up, and said very weakly: "Yes... I really figured it out! You and Yu'er are both descendants of Amuro... It’s the same who the biography is located! However, I am in the biography. I just wanted to... Please, there is only one thing in my clan bloodline, only you and Yu'er... So, please keep Yu'er alive!"
An Jinluo raised her eyebrows and sneered in her heart: Keep him alive? Humph, how is it possible!
"Okay, my Highness promises you not to kill him! Just ask for any more!"
"Cough cough... After I go, I hope you can keep it for seven days!"
Oh, many requests! Seven days of guarding the tower? You can't see blood to kill you in seven days!
"Okay, my Royal Highness promises you too! What else do you want? Nothing? Okay, come here, take care of me, your majesty will write an edict!" He smiled while holding the winning ticket, and then took out a rice paper stall from his sleeve to the north. The Spirit King said, "The content will not be bothered by Father Father, just copy a copy here!"
King Beiling held the imperial pen with a slight trembling, and as soon as the tip of the pen fell on the paper, a mouthful of thick blood burst out from his throat and stained the rice paper.
"Your Majesty!" Wanfu exclaimed and quickly supported the North Spirit King.
"Puff" is another bite.
An Jinluo was full of anger, unexpectedly at such a critical juncture...
"His Royal Highness, please send the imperial doctor quickly! Your Majesty, he is almost dead!" Wanfu pleaded.
"Get out!" An Jinluo kicked Wanfu and pulled the collar of the Northern Spirit King and shouted, "You old immortal, when will you choose to die at this time, if you don't have the will, your highness will not bother you. Consumption with you! Don't vomit,
Write the will to me immediately! "
The Northern Spirit King seemed to faint and hung his head. An Jinluo was anxious, and quickly pinched the people and tried to force himself, finally letting the Northern Spirit King open his eyes. An Jinluo settled for a while, and then suddenly, while half-dragging and half supporting the Beiling King, walked outside the door and shouted: "Immediately order all the people in the city to gather at the palace door, and declare that your majesty will tell the will!"
"Yes!"
The Beiling King, who was half fainted, ascended to the gate of the palace, and under the gate, a crowd of black and heavy people had gathered.
"My subjects, listen, I am the eldest prince An Jinluo. Today, I was ordered by my father to summon everyone to hear the will!" He said that he helped King Beiling to the city platform.
When the people below saw the monarch who had been sick and bedridden, they knelt and shouted long live!
An Jinluo couldn't hide his excitement and looked at the kneeling Wanmin, enjoying this kind of imposing power over the world.
The Northern Spirit King's turbid eyes flashed suddenly, and he raised his hand and said, "Flat!"
When everyone stood still, they shouted out loudly: "I know my destiny for a long time without healing! Today I specially called everyone to declare the world in person, and I will preach..."
An Jinluo scanned the people in the city triumphantly.
"... Our third prince An Jinyu!" King Beiling screamed for a long time.
The whole city cheered.
An Jinluo froze the smile on her lips, her face changed suddenly, and she quickly turned her head and looked at the Northern Spirit King with a successful smile in front of her with a distorted face.
"Long live, long live, your majesty is wise, your majesty is wise..."
"You old man—" An Jinluo shouted grimly and gave a stern push, "Go to hell—"
The king of Beiling smiled and closed his eyes and fell down the city wall amidst the screams of the crowd...
39 Volume Four, Battle for Hegemony, Chapter Ten, Ordered
"You said the Northern Spirit King died!" the person leaning against the hollow carved window asked lightly, turning his head.
"Yes, Lord! The North Spirit King announced on the city wall that he was located at the third prince An Jinyu, and An Jinluo was so angry that he pushed the North Spirit King down the city wall!" The spy said with his head down.
"It's extremely stupid!" The man frowned, and then said again, "You pass it to him so that he must conceal this fact!"
"Yes, Lord!" The spy stepped back.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the jade cup in his hand, and the corners of his perfectly-lined lips suddenly showed a slight smile, "Bei Ling..."
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When the news of King Beiling's fall and death spread all over the country, Zili's heart was still struggling to accept the heavy burden of supporting Beiling.
No, do not accept, I am not An Jinyu, and I don't have to carry the burdens that affect my life.
But now, my body is An Jinyu. As the prince of Beiling, he has to accept this fate in public and private...
Tugging her hair frantically, Zili, who had been sleepless all night, sat up from the bed irritably, staring at the shoes under her feet in a daze.
"His Royal Highness..." Wei Chen's hoarse voice suddenly came from the door.
Zi Li walked slowly to open the door, and Wei Chen stood outside the door, his usual burly, haggard and pale complexion made him startled.
"General Wei, what's the matter?" Zi Li was a little suspicious of knowingly asking.
"Your Majesty," Wei Chen raised his bloodshot eyes and looked at him, his voice was hoarse, "Your Majesty... died!"
Zi Li's heart jumped, and she lowered her eyelashes, not daring to meet his painful gaze.
Wei Chen squeezed the note sent by the carrier pigeon, "Your Majesty, he did not die but was pushed down from the city wall by the beast An Jinluo... died on the spot!" After finishing talking, he touched his face and knelt down, this mighty and tough. The general of's unexpectedly sobbed like a child, and the tears oozing from his fingers fell to the ground along the back of his hand.
Zi Li couldn't bear it, but she didn't know how to settle We_i.