Chapter 117 Song Xuan’s life as emperor is over! (End)
As soon as Song Yuan said these words, the sounds of joking in the room suddenly stopped.
Song Xuan looked around at everyone.
Liu Qinglian and Xiao Zhao looked a little unhappy.
For them, although they know that their children will have to go out to become a vassal sooner or later, but now they have to go out to become a king before they are sixteen years old, doesn't this mean they have to separate mother and son?
On the other hand, the princes all showed eager expressions, and they seemed to be very interested in the title of king and vassal.
Song Xuan looked at the prince who looked very similar to him. He was silent for a moment, and his eyes were a little complicated and he said, "Did you come up with this suggestion yourself, or did someone else tell you about it?"
Song Yuan said seriously: "Father, I have no other intentions. This is what I really think. The territory of the empire is too big, and I feel very tired. I really need a few brothers to help me."
Song Xuan waved his hand and said: "It's getting late, you should step aside first. As for what you just said, my father will consider it!"
"Yes, I will take my leave now!"
The prince and several princes left one after another, but the seven-year-old princess Song Yuxin was held in Zhou Zhiruo's arms and stayed.
Song Xuan had seven children and six princes in his life, but he only had this daughter.
Naturally, this little girl became his sweetheart and the apple of his eye.
After the princes left, Song Xuan looked at Zhou Zhiruo and others and sighed: "My son is getting older and he is starting to think more."
Zhou Zhiruo looked a little unnatural and apologized: "This child has been in charge of the country since he was ten years old, so his thoughts are naturally bigger than those of his younger brothers."
Song Xuan waved his hand and said with a smile: "It is human nature to protect food. If the throne does not fall on him, he will naturally not feel at ease for a day.
This kid Yuan'er, although he has been called a supervisor these years, is actually no different from an emperor. He has done a very good job and is more suitable to be a Shoucheng emperor than me, the hands-off shopkeeper!"
As soon as these words came out, Zhou Zhiruo's expression changed, and she said with some fear: "Husband, Yuan'er has no intention of being disobedient."
Song Xuan smiled and pinched her pretty face that became more and more charming with the passage of time, and said with a smile: "We have been husband and wife for so many years, and you still don't understand me?
What I told is the truth. Although I have not cared about the affairs of the court these years, I have actually seen them all. One thing to say, he did a very good job indeed. At least, he is a quite sensible supervisor with his own independent opinions.
The Crown Prince, not the officials, will believe whatever they say.
If he can do this, he is already a qualified emperor.
As for being scheming and having a city, as an emperor, this is actually an advantage."
As he spoke, he looked up at the sky and sighed: "You are supposed to be powerful chivalrous women in the world, but because of me, you are trapped in this deep palace. Have you ever felt resentful?"
Liu Qinglian rolled her eyes at him and said, "If you feel guilty, then go sleep at my place tonight and how about we play a new trick?"
"There are children here, and you are talking nonsense!" Song Xuan glared at her. This tiger girl is in her thirties, but she still talks so wildly.
However, when she said this, Song Xuan suddenly became interested.
It's been a while since I've had any role-playing dramas with this little witch.
Then, he looked at Xiao Zhao, who immediately understood and called out "brother-in-law".
"Cough~~" After taking a look at Zhou Zhiruo's helpless expression, Song Xuan coughed lightly and asked Xiao Zhao: "How is your mother lately?"
Xiao Zhao immediately became vigilant and said quickly: "Sir, my mother is old and likes to meditate, so don't take any chances with her!"
Song Xuan said speechlessly: "What kind of person am I, your husband?"
Liu Qinglian said quietly: "Brother, you are the inheritor of Cao's thief spirit. Although it is unlikely, you have to guard against it!"
Xiao Zhao's mother is the famous Golden Flower Granny in the world. Of course, this is just her pseudonym. Her real identity is the Holy Maiden of the General Altar of the Ming Cult in Persia and the Purple-Shirt Dragon King, the leader of the four great guardians of the Ming Cult in China.
Daisy.
Later, he broke with the Central Plains Mingjiao because he wanted to steal the Great Shifting Mind Technique. He was later captured by members of the Persian Mingjiao General Forum and put under house arrest.
In the tenth year of the Wu Dynasty, people from Persia came, saying they were paying tribute, but when they opened their mouths in the court hall, they wanted to bring Han Xiaozhao, the imperial concubine of the Wu Dynasty, back to Persia to take over the throne of the saint.
At this incident, the civil and military officials of the entire dynasty and the prince in charge of the country were all shocked. They had never seen anyone seeking death be so capable. Even the founding emperor of the Wu Dynasty, Song Xuan, who was practicing martial arts in seclusion, was alarmed.
Then, a decree was issued, and the Persian envoy was pushed out and executed in Lingchi.
Then the Wu Dynasty's 500,000-strong army swept out like wild beasts. Within a month, the Persian state was overthrown, the Mingjiao main altar was completely destroyed, and Dai Qisi, the mother of the imperial concubine Xiao Zhao, was naturally brought back to the Wu Dynasty.
Regarding this mother-in-law, Song Xuan dared to swear to heaven that he really did not have those messy thoughts and definitely treated her as an elder.
But maybe because he played too many sitcoms with Liu Qinglian and the others, these people were always worried about him. Xiao Zhao didn't even dare to take his mother to live in the palace, but only arranged a residence for her in the city.
I'm afraid that one day my young master will come and say, 'Madam, you don't want your daughter to be wronged in the palace, right?'
"Okay, it's getting late, you all should go back and rest."
He didn't bother to explain some things, but stood up and looked at Zhou Zhiruo, saying: "I asked the prince to wait for me in the imperial study. There are some things that I need to explain to him carefully!"
Several people were shocked when they heard this. Their husband was still so young, so he couldn't really want to abdicate, right?
Royal study room.
Father and son sat opposite each other.
Song Xuan did not be polite to his son, and said: "To be honest with you, I thought that with my father's realm as an innate warrior, it would be easy for him to live for more than a hundred years. Theoretically speaking, it would be difficult for you to wait until I die before sitting on that throne."
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Song Yuan was stunned and stood there blankly, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Song Xuan took a sip of tea and said calmly: "Okay, now there is no distinction between emperor and minister, only father and son. Come, tell the truth to dad, do you want to take the position of emperor of the Wu Dynasty Empire?"
"Father." Song Yuan's voice was hesitant, not knowing how to speak.
It is said that the royal family has no family ties. If I am wrong, will I be sent away with a glass of poisonous wine and a piece of white silk?
Seeing that Song Yuan was silent, Song Xuan sighed, stepped forward and patted his shoulder, saying: "Starting from tomorrow, my father will pass the throne to you. Be a good emperor and don't let your father down!"
Song Yuan always felt that he couldn't keep up with his father's brain circuit, but his body reacted instinctively and knelt on the ground with a pop.
"Yuan'er, thank you father for helping me!"
Song Xuan smiled and said: "My father will stay in this imperial capital for ten years to protect you. Ten years later, I will take your queen mother and concubines out to sea to travel around the world to see the scenery of this world.
Ten years should be enough for you to hold the power of the entire empire in your hands, right?"
Song Yuan nodded and said sadly: "Father, after you leave, will you come back?"
"Yes!" Song Xuan laughed and said; "Yes, when you are about to die of old age, your father will have to come and look at you and close your eyes, right?"
Song Yuan shuddered inexplicably. He is only a sixteen-year-old boy now. Father, tell me this, is it too cruel?
The next day, after the decree of passing on the throne was issued, the civil and military officials of the entire dynasty were shocked.
They had seen willful emperors before, but this was the first time they had seen the founding emperor who was so willful that he didn't even care about the throne.
Throughout history, this is the first time that someone has taken the position of emperor so seriously!
It's just that Song Xuan's majesty was too great. Even though many people went to the emperor to ask him not to give up his son in a hurry, they couldn't stop the founding majesty's determination to pass on the throne.
Song Xuan did not attend the new emperor's enthronement ceremony. Instead, he took Zhou Zhiruo and the three of them to play a multiplayer game in the harem.
Afterwards, Song Xuan, who was completely relaxed, began the process of creating his own Xuan Gong without any distractions.
Ten years later, in the royal training room, Song Xuan stretched out his palm, and in the palm of his hand, there was a ray of dark green sword light, like a tiny swimming dragon constantly swimming in his hand.
Then he flicked it out with a finger, and the blue bricks in the practice room were penetrated, and then a small hole more than a foot deep and as thick as a finger was made in the ground.
After practicing hard for more than ten years, integrating various techniques and techniques from Taoism, Buddhism and Demons, and using his own body as a testing ground and experiencing thousands of failures, he finally developed the mysterious technique that was most suitable for his physique of the genius of swordsmanship.
This skill was named Taixuan Sword Sutra by him.
The movement of the skill can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and absorb the power of the sun, moon and stars. After wandering in the Dantian meridians, what is condensed is no longer the innate true energy, but the innate sword energy.
Jian Yuan, this is a special power named by Song Xuan, which is more than ten times more condensed than the Xian Tian Yuan.
To others, a single touch of Jianyuan's extremely sharp and cruel power would kill him or her, but for Song Xuan, this power was the source of strength for him to temper his body and nourish his spirit.
Every time Xuan Gong is used, the innate sword energy will penetrate into his skin, flesh and bones, subtly improving the power of his body.
In addition, as the power of physical energy and blood continues to increase, he can even clearly feel that his spiritual power is also slowly increasing.
Practitioners of Jing, Qi and Shen together!
It took more than twenty years, relying on the bug that could be called immortal, and after countless trials and errors, Song Xuan finally found the method for his future practice direction.
Before Song Xuan took Zhou Zhiruo's three daughters to the sea to tour the world, the civil and military officials from all over the dynasty came to see them off.
"Your Majesty, after leaving this time, will we see each other again in this life?"
Li Shanchang had gray hair and had already retired from office a few years ago, but even so, he still came to see Song Xuan off with the support of his family on crutches.
Although Song Xuan had already been crowned prince, even so, the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty still addressed him as Your Majesty when they met him.
For them, as long as the founding emperor does not die, he will always be His Majesty the Emperor!
Song Xuan smiled and said: "In total, the relationship between you and me has been nearly thirty years. Time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, I am already fifty years old."
Li Shan burst into tears and said: "Your Majesty's appearance remains the same, and he has not aged at all, but the old minister is almost reaching his end!"
Song Xuan was also filled with emotion. Looking at the civil and military officials of the dynasty, many of them had changed their faces. Many familiar ministers had either become officials or died of old age or illness. There were fewer and fewer old people who accompanied him to conquer the world.
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Song Xuan stepped forward and hugged Li Shanchang, then hugged the sick Liu Bowen, and hugged Zhu Yuanzhang, Xu Da Lanyu and others one after another.
This move really moved the civil and military officials of the court, and even the thoughtful Zhu Yuanzhang could not help but shed tears.
"Everyone, the relationship between our monarch and his subjects may come to this point in this life!"
Song Xuan also said with some sadness: "If there is a next life, the next life."
At this point, his voice was also choked with sobs, and the next words were not uttered for a long time.
"If there is an afterlife, I am still willing to serve under His Majesty!"
Li Shanchang threw down his crutches, knelt down tremblingly and kowtowed, "Long live my emperor, long live long live!"
Civil and military officials throughout the court also knelt on the ground, kowtowed and shouted.
"Long live my emperor, long live long live!"
"Long live my emperor, long live long live!"
The 73rd year of the Wu Dynasty.
In the imperial capital, outside the imperial mausoleum, Song Xuan sent away the last Xiao Zhao who closed his eyes in his arms.
He has witnessed so much over the years.
It witnessed the transition of the Wu Dynasty from an agricultural country to an industrial country, and witnessed countries and even the entire world being included in the territory in the face of the Wu Dynasty's invincible military might.
I also sent away too many people.
He sent away his father, his wife, the elders of his sect, and even his own sons, two by two in succession.
In this life, he has no regrets!
As Xiao Zhao's funeral came to an end, Song Xuan, who had no worries in his heart, gathered his energy in his mind and made a request to leave this world in front of the mysterious bronze mirror.
Then, messages appeared on the mysterious bronze mirror in his mind.
"The main mission of the host has been completed and the requirements for leaving are met!"
"The daytime ascension option has been activated. The host will go to the main world. According to the host's obsession, a suitable main world is being selected for the host."
"The selection of the main world is completed, and the passage to the Devouring Starry Sky Plane is opened."
On that day, the purple light came thirty thousand miles east, and the sky was filled with light and rain. Emperor Song Xuan, the founder of the Wu Dynasty, raised the clouds and soared in the presence of countless people in the imperial capital.
"People of the Wu Dynasty, congratulate Emperor Taizu for his ascension in the daytime!"