In the early morning, the cold light of gold shone on the towering palace, illuminating the bustling halls, and illuminating the ministers walking on the White Marble Avenue.

This is the political center of the Daxu Dynasty. There are countless things to deal with every day.

Because of the existence of the sect and the extremely vast territory of the dynasty, the relationships are complicated...

To some extent, it is like loose sand.

It is actually not accurate to say that it is loose sand, or like one sand dunes after another, each of which is tall or short, each of which forms a force, but it also respects the imperial power at the center.

In such a world, if you mess around, it will only cause chaos in the world and no one can stop it.

The queen was regent and was in the morning court at this time.

As the emperor, Xia Yan only showed his face a little during the day yesterday. After a simple process, it shows that he has ascended the throne and become the emperor.

After that, no one cares about him anymore.

Because in this court, all the powerful and powerful people of some forces understand one truth:

After Xia Sheng, the "Great Xu Jing Emperor", I am afraid that this dynasty has become an iron-clad immortal sect and a flowing emperor.

Then Xia Yan was just a cripple, an extremely mediocre person.

He can get on top because he is a cripple and easy to control.

It is just because he is the only bloodline of the Great Xu Dynasty, and it is legitimate.

This is just a famous emperor, don't worry about him.

He will not be in power for a few years, and the posthumous titles recorded in historical records are probably not "Emperor Shang" and "Emperor Ai" and so on...

In addition, there were well-informed ministers who knew Xia Ming's existence.

In this way, Xia Yan was also broken due to the irreplaceable nature of his bloodline.

Who cares about such an emperor?

In the court, among the powerful, there was only a fig leaf left in the imperial power...

Above the territory and between the countryside, fast horses were heading all directions, and the communist was conveying the message that "the new emperor ascends the throne, the queen regents."

Wherever we go, in private, the people are slandering.

"How can a disabled person become my Emperor Daxu?"

"Isn't it because he's the only one left? I can do it too!"

"It's really debauchery to even covet my sister-in-law and entrusting the power to a woman!"

"Such a debauchery, but disabled, incompetent person, tsk tsk tsk...even as an emperor, it's not so..."

Even if you are fast, it will take several months to spread the news to every corner of the dynasty...

And such a sound will last for a long time.

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At this time, the emperor, who was in the center of public opinion but no one was interested in it, was enriching his wheelchair.

In the autumn wind, Xia Yan came to the palace treasure house in a wheelchair.

He entered the palace treasure house.

The guards on duty could not notice the emperor's arrival at all.

In their imagination, the emperor was just a sect puppet who had to push a wheelchair by a palace maid wherever he went.

However, this "puppet" had passed by them silently.

They were not even qualified to detect the arrival of the emperor.

The treasure house, from the outside, is just a small palace, but there are two basements inside.

The basement is very large, and its function is not to store treasures, but to send irrelevant weapons to the bottom floor when there is too much accumulation.

The first floor basement is counted once a year.

The second floor basement is almost impossible to check, just make a simple account book record.

Xia Yan stood at the basement entrance.

The door, locked.

The pale and thin emperor raised his hand slightly,

A red paper man floated up from the ground, his twisted body squeezed into the keyhole, and his body softly fitted to the shape of the key, leaving only a strange smiling face exposed outside.

The red paper man seemed to have fitted, his body became hard and he twisted it gently.

The door is open.

Xia Yan looked at the guard who was still on duty and unaware of the evil spirit illusion, and shook his head gently.

Can he treat these guards like this, if a stronger person would have treated him like this?

Only by gathering great power in one body, suppressing a country with one person's strength, and being invincible for a lifetime can the wishes in your heart be realized.

The pale five fingers clenched into a fist, but they slowly stretched.

Paper man opens the door, four ghosts carry chairs...

In a blink of an eye, the emperor had arrived at the basement on the second floor of the treasure house.

In the basement, it was cold and cold, and dust spread out, and only a bright light was emitting weakly orange light, illuminating an area.

The wheelchair floats and enters the depths of the basement...

The ground has been dusty for a long time, leaving no trace.

Xia Yan raised his hand and stopped the wheelchair.

The emperor looked at the mountains of arrows in front of him.

These arrows are non-standard arrows, and the mark of "affiliated with any force" cannot be found from above.

Xia Yan waved his hand.

The floating red paper people started moving one after another, holding bundles of "non-standard arrows" and threw them into a wheelchair.

As soon as the bundles of arrows touched the wheelchair, they disappeared and were neatly stacked in the storage space of 1,000 cubic meters.

After taking about two thousand bundles, a total of one hundred thousand arrows.

The emperor returned the same way.

As for food, he did not plan to pick it up in the palace, but instead looked for an opportunity to buy it after he got outside, so as not to leave any clues.

After experiencing some things, he became more and more calm.

Even if you can't have a single thought,

Even if the crisis is like a mountain of oppression,

Even if the undercurrent is surging,

He was not surprised or timid, and he did not look like a sixteen-year-old disabled boy should have.

...

After the morning court, Xia Yan had returned to Ninghe Palace.

Outside the door, on the corridor of the deep alley, the sound of "The Queen Arrives" is coming from far to near.

Soon, a dignified and cool woman dragged her golden phoenix robe and slowly walked into the courtyard.

Xia Yan wanted to call him "sister-in-law", but he felt that it was really inappropriate and wanted to call him "Queen", but he felt that he had admitted the husband-to-wife relationship of "Emperor and Empress", and wanted to call him "Bai Yumo", but he felt that he was too unfamiliar.

So, he shouted softly: "Yu Mo."

The woman in the phoenix robe stood in front of him, the iceberg melted and the majesty dissipated, and the majesty eyes showed a bit of charm and tenderness.

Although the emperor did not accept her, the two were nominally husband and wife.

Others call her the queen, and he calls him the emperor.

With this spiritual sense of husband and wife, she actually felt a sense of complete soul.

So, her rosy lips raised slightly, she smiled slightly, and said, "I'm sure I've seen the emperor."

Xia Yan lowered his head slightly, not knowing how to face the person in front of him, and always felt that no matter what he did, he felt guilty.

The queen ignored it, so she walked around Xia Yan, pushed the wheelchair to a corner of the courtyard, and then whispered: "I have arranged a secret guard to escort him. When will the emperor set off?"

Xia Yan then said, "No need to guard secretly, I'll just go there myself."

The queen's beautiful big eyes suddenly froze. She bit her lip and said, "I'm not relieved."

Xia Yan said: "With Nan Wanxiang with me, she was once a strong man in the fifth level of heaven, with rich experience and no problem."

Queen:...

She looked at the emperor who was not as young as the one in front of her. The two of them were together day and night, and she could not guess there was a secret in his heart that he didn't want others to know.
To be continued...