Chapter 1 Chapter 1 Tyrant ruler!
"Sudden cardiac death, time of death July 2025..."
The doctor's unclear voice and the long beep of the ECG monitor lingered in my ears for a long time.
Wen Xing was suddenly awakened by the sharp pain in his heart and the sound echoing in his mind.
I dreamed again about my sudden death.
Maybe it was because he died in great pain in his previous life that caused him to have nightmares from time to time, and he also developed angina pectoris, which caused him to get sick whenever he worked.
When he first came here, he once tried to work hard, but later he found that whenever he saw memorials or discussed matters with court officials, he would become ill soon after, and the pain always made him agonizing.
Later he gave up.
Having lived a new life, he just wanted to let himself go and have a good time.
Wen Xing placed his palm on his heart, which was still aching slightly, and stared at the ceiling of the tent with empty eyes. After an unknown amount of time, the heartache gradually dissipated as he regained consciousness.
After a long time, he finally made up his mind to face death head-on.
get up.
A thin, white arm stretched out from the layers of gauze. Its protruding wrist bones, delicately carved like jade, seemed unusually distinct due to its thinness, yet they drooped lifelessly. After a long moment, two distinctly knuckled fingers waved feebly.
The originally quiet bedroom immediately became busy.
The servant silently lifted the bed curtain and helped the limp person curled up in the quilt to change clothes in front of the mirror.
The person in the mirror possessed a beautiful, slightly exotic face. Because the original owner's mother was a Hu Ji, he had inherited a pair of blue-gray eyes like glass beads. His already fair complexion appeared morbidly pale. A layer of dark blue stained his beautiful eye bags, a sign of frequent late nights.
He was thin, with broad shoulders and thin body. His wide robe and sleeves hung loosely on his body, as if he was wearing a clothes hanger, and could almost be blown down by a gust of wind.
The original owner of the scroll he wore had early morning classes at four in the morning and early morning court at six. The rest of the time he was either reviewing memorials or meeting with ministers. He worked until late at night, doing everything personally and without a break all year round.
So the body was curled up like it was about to die at any moment.
Thinking of this, Wen Xing shuddered. It was too horrible. He didn't want to die suddenly again!
After washing up, Wen Xing looked up and saw a eunuch standing by the door with a memorial in his hand, hesitating and not daring to step forward.
Looking at the pile of memorials that almost reached above the eunuch's head, Wen Xing almost had another heart attack. He said in an unhappy tone, "Didn't I tell you that the memorials should be handed over to the officials of the six ministries for their own disposal? What are these you got?"
The eunuch lowered his head and said, "These memorials are important, they dare not approve them."
"Then go find the Master."
The eunuch lowered his head even lower: "Grandmaster... is going to hit the Panlong Pillar."
Wen Xing: ...
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Inside the Huangji Palace.
The court officials waited from the dawn until noon, but there was still no sign of the emperor on the high throne.
There was already a lot of discussion in the court.
"Since Your Majesty took power, you have worked tirelessly, rising early and sleeping late, eating and drinking without a single day of laziness. But now your temperament has completely changed, and you are determined to abolish the morning court."
"If it were just the abolition of the morning court session, it would be fine. But now, His Majesty refuses to even glance at the memorials, saying that from now on, all memorials will be handled by the six ministries."
"Memorials are of great importance, and only Your Majesty can make the final decision. How can you arbitrarily distribute the power of approval to officials of various departments? Isn't that child's play?"
"The previous dynasty had eunuchs who held pens and disrupted government order. Does Your Majesty intend to raise another group of eunuchs who hold pens?!"
"Be careful with your words! His Majesty is currently ill. You all witnessed the last morning court session. His Majesty was struck by a sudden attack and was in excruciating pain. It's bad enough that you, the Censorate, couldn't help His Majesty, but you are slandering your colleagues. What are your intentions?"
"If you're truly doing this to relieve your majesty's worries, why hasn't the Northwest Army's request for military supplies been approved yet? Isn't it being deliberately delayed by you?"
"You idiot! The Emperor has said that any undecided memorials should be referred to the Grand Tutor. The Grand Tutor is a veteran of three dynasties and a teacher to all the scholars in the world. Do you think you, the Censorate, are going to doubt him too?"
The topic was thrown to the Grand Tutor, and all the ministers looked at an old man in a purple robe with white hair and beard in the crowd.
Seeing so many eyes looking at him, the old man sighed and said, "For several months, Your Majesty has not attended the morning court, has not participated in state affairs, and has even handed the power of approval to me. But my family has been loyal for generations. How could we do such an act of usurpation? Wouldn't we be ashamed of the late emperor and our ancestors?"
"Well, now that the monarch has neglected his duties to this extent, how can I, an old man, have the dignity to serve as the Imperial Preceptor? It would be better for me to personally apologize to the late Emperor in the underworld!"
Seeing his heroic expression, an official shouted, "Grandmaster, please don't hit your head against the pillar!"
Upon hearing this, all the ministers immediately rushed over from all directions.
The old man who hadn’t planned to hit yet:?
However, the officials had already gathered together, some grabbed his collar, some strangled him, and almost sent him to death.
The old man's face turned the color of liver, and he squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Ahem... Stop... Stop..."
Amidst the chaos, a shrill voice suddenly rang out from outside the door: "Your Majesty has arrived—"
Everyone paused and looked outside the hall.
The young emperor lay leisurely on a sedan chair carried by sixteen people. He was not wearing a crown, but only a sky-blue Taoist robe with dark-patterned brocade. His fingertips were hooked on a bunch of grapes, and he was picking one and putting it into his mouth, watching the funny scene in the hall with interest.
The ministers were met with such mocking gaze that they quickly stood up, straightened their clothes, and shouted "Long live the emperor!"
When the Grand Tutor saw the Emperor appear, he jumped up from the ground and said, "Your Majesty, you are finally here!"
The sedan chair landed, and Wen Xing walked into the hall with lazy steps, "I heard that the teacher was going to shed blood in Huangji Hall, how could I not come--" He added in his heart while watching the show.
After all, he had been here for so long that he had already witnessed the Taifu's abilities. Every three days, he would bump into something small, every five days, he would bump into something big. As long as he was not good at it, the old man would perform a bang-on-the-pillar show for him every now and then. So when the old man said he wanted to apologize, the officials thought he was going to do it again and hurriedly tried to stop him.
It’s no wonder that the original owner could make his body so fragile. It was probably the result of being PUA-ed by this teacher since childhood.
When he thought about the fact that this teacher urged him to work every day even though he knew that he had a heart disease and would have a seizure when he saw work, he couldn't have much good feelings towards this person.
As Wen Xing spoke, he slowly walked up the steps. His steps were light and graceful, and he crawled into the dragon throne and sat down like a cat. However, the posture could hardly be called "sitting", and "lying" was more appropriate.
The old man was so moved by these words that tears welled up in his eyes. He walked tremblingly to the jade steps and bowed, "With your Majesty's words, I will die without regrets."
But then he said with a serious face: "However, the power of approving red documents concerns the country's destiny. I dare not overstep my bounds. I beg Your Majesty to revoke your order!"
As soon as these words were spoken, half of the court officials in the hall echoed them, saying, "Your Majesty, please revoke your order!"
Wen Xing raised an eyebrow. What do you mean? Are you going to set him on strike one by one?
His icy blue-grey eyes narrowed slightly, and he said slowly, "What if I don't?"
The old man said with a firm face: "If I, as the Emperor's tutor, cannot admonish Your Majesty, I can only die as an apology."
Wen Xing was a little tired of hearing this: "You're threatening me with death again, Fang Bingyuan, can you come up with something new?"
Whether it was because he was being addressed by a student for the first time, or because his own performance had been exposed, the old man was embarrassed and stunned. Then, with a look of forlornness in his eyes, he lowered his head and sighed, "How dare this old minister threaten Your Majesty? I simply don't dare to follow the example of the treacherous ministers of the previous dynasty and approve the document on the emperor's behalf, ultimately leaving him with an infamy that will be passed down through the ages."
Wen Xing waved his hand and ignored him, "I have made up my mind on this matter, and there is no room for further discussion."
Seeing that he had already made a final decision without leaving any room for rebuttal, the old man's face, which had just been pinched red, turned pale in an instant.
Not long after, Fang Bingyuan seemed to have made up his mind, and suddenly shouted miserably: "Emperor, I am here to apologize to you!" Then he rushed towards the Panlong pillar in front of the steps.
Wen Xing looked calm and even raised his hand to stop the Jinwu Guards who were trying to stop him.
I won't cooperate with your performance this time.
Wen Xing thought to himself: Let’s see how you act awkwardly.
However, this time, the old man's steps were unusually resolute, with no sign of slowing down.
The old body burst out with strength from nowhere, and in a few steps it leaped to the front of the Panlong Pillar, and its forehead was about to hit the pillar.
Wen Xing's pupils shrank when he saw this, and he finally realized that something was wrong.
No way, this time it’s real!
However, it was too late to stop it.
"Master!" someone exclaimed.
Wen Xingxiubai's fingers suddenly clenched the dragon throne.
"Golden Guards!"
In a flash, a black shadow suddenly emerged from the distant crowd and flashed across the hall like lightning.
The figure flipped in the air and landed behind the old man like a startled wild goose, then raised his arm and grabbed the hem of his purple robe.
The old man was dragged back several steps, staggering and almost falling backwards, but was held steadily by the figure behind him.
The speed was too fast for his eyes to see. Only when the figure came to a stop did Wen Xing see the figure clearly.
The young man was dressed in a military officer's uniform, a dark, silver-patterned corset wrapped around his slender figure, his long ponytail held in place by a golden crown. He was tall, with long arms and a slim waist. His taut back seemed to hold immense strength, as powerful as a drawn bow and as sharp as a drawn sword.
The image of the heroic general that he had only seen in movies before now materialized before Wen Xing's eyes.
It turns out that people can really fly.
Although it was not the Jinwu Guards who took action, Wen Xing finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the person being rescued.
Fang Bingyuan was still in shock. He looked back at the person who saved him and bowed to express his gratitude.
Then he knelt tremblingly again: "Your Majesty! Please revoke your order!"
The court officials also echoed: "Your Majesty, for the sake of the Grand Tutor's three-term veteran, please think twice!"
It would have been better if he hadn't shouted, but after he did, Wen Xing's suppressed anger suddenly flared up.
He was threatened with death at every turn.
In the previous life, I was PUA-ed by my boss and worked overtime until I died suddenly. In this life, I am PUA-ed by court officials again. Why?
He is the emperor now, no one can force him to work overtime!
He endured the pain in his heart that was about to break out, and caught a glimpse of the jade seal on the table. He picked it up and threw it hard as if to vent his anger.
The ministers were shocked to see that the jade seal, which symbolized imperial power, was thrown away by their own emperor like garbage.
Under the horrified gaze of the people, the jade seal that cut through the sky seemed to be slowed down, drawing a long parabola in the air.
Clang——
The jade seal fell to the ground, making a crisp sound of jade hitting each other, then it spun around a few times and stopped next to the young general's black boots.
The young man lowered his eyes and saw a long crack on the jade seal. His handsome brows slowly frowned.
The court was eerily quiet.
What...situation?
Your Majesty threw away the Imperial Seal...?!
Before the ministers could react, they heard the emperor on the high level speak coldly, his tone was three parts anger and seven parts disdain, "You want to force me, right? Then I will not be the emperor anymore."
Hearing this, Fang Bingyuan's pupils shrank drastically, and he couldn't believe it: "Your Majesty——!"
This cry awakened the ministers, and in an instant, the empty hall was filled with the sound of people kneeling down again, and everyone shouted in unison: "Your Majesty, calm down!"
The young general glanced around and saw that the entire court was filled with people kneeling on the ground. He hesitated for a moment and then knelt on one knee with the etiquette of a military general. However, his back was straight and even his neck was not bent at all. He was in sharp contrast with the civil and military officials who were crawling on the ground in the court, and he stood out from the crowd.
Wen Xing glanced at the white-haired old man at the bottom of the stairs and said, "If you want to die in a collision, I will abdicate immediately. In the future, history books will record that you forced the emperor to abdicate."
It was as if a basin of cold water was poured over his head. Fang Bingyuan's old body swayed slightly, and he fell to the ground as if all his strength was drained.
Seeing that the old man finally calmed down, Wen Xing sneered in his heart.
Haha, when facing PUA, the only way to be invincible is to play badly.
The ministers dared not breathe, and kowtowed one after another, "Your Majesty, please reconsider! We are guilty!"
Wen Xing raised his hand to signal the court officials to be silent, then he leisurely slumped back into the dragon chair and changed the subject, "However, since the Grand Tutor is unwilling to share my worries, I will not force him."
As he spoke, his eyes swept across the only person in the hall who had straightened his spine. He pointed at that person and said, "It's your turn to work overtime for me."
Since I saved the Taifu's life, I might as well take over his job as well, he thought.
The court officials' gazes were all focused on the young man. His drooping eyelids finally slowly lifted, and his gaze, like a sharp blade, passed over the solemn nine-tiered imperial steps of the hall and met the gaze of the emperor on the dragon throne without any hesitation.
Wen Xing then noticed the other person's face. The young man was wearing black clothes and had black hair. He had a face that could turn anyone upside down. His eyes were like deep pools at night, and his brows were filled with an unconcealable dignity and sharpness.
He was curious for a rare moment and asked, "What's your name?"
The young man spoke slowly, his voice not loud but resounding like the sound of an ancient temple bell, echoing throughout the hall: "Your Majesty, I am the General of the Yue Cavalry of the Ningyuan Army, and I wish you a peaceful and unforgettable life."
The name sounded familiar. Wen Xing was just wondering where he had heard it when he saw a line of character profiles appear in his sight.
Yes, Wen Xing has a system.
It was just a broken system, always dormant. After several months, Wen Xing had never enjoyed the proper treatment of a time traveler, let alone received any missions. Whenever he had questions about the people and events of this world, the system would automatically pop up search results, as if it had detected a keyword.
Ning Wujie, the youngest son of Ningyuan Hou, led the rebel army into the imperial city in the last years of the Chen Kingdom, burned down the Huangji Palace, and established the new dynasty, the Great Zhou.
According to official historical records, he was eight feet tall, beautiful, and naturally brave.
He ruled the country for twenty-eight years, conquered all rivals, expanded the territory, and achieved great success...
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Wen Xing suddenly realized. No wonder he felt familiar. It turned out that this was the founding emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, which lasted for 500 years. He was also the military genius, Ning Wujie, who would kill Emperor Chen Ai three years later!
As luck would have it, the one he wore was that of the unlucky Emperor Chen Ai, who tried his best and put in all his efforts but failed to save the crumbling Chen Kingdom.
The last emperor of the previous dynasty and the founding emperor of the new dynasty now met each other in the magnificent Huangji Hall. It was as if the flames of Huangji Hall three years later were already burning brightly today.
Wen Xing didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
But on second thought, didn't he accidentally choose a worker for himself?
After all, when it comes to governing a country, who among the civil and military officials in the court can compare to the great ruler in front of him, known as Emperor Wu of Zhou? That person is even more curvy than the original owner of the suit, the curviest of curviest kings!
His eyes lit up at this thought, and he made the final decision, "It's settled! You will take over the cabinet from now on."
Ning Wujie thought he had misheard and said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, what did you say?"
The ministers were also shocked, and someone immediately jumped out to refute, "Your Majesty! No!"
"Your Majesty, General Ning is only seventeen years old this year. He just returned to the capital from the border to report to the emperor. His military rank is only fifth rank. How can he be in the cabinet?"
"Your Majesty, please think twice!" The court officials all knelt on the ground and shouted in unison.
Grand Tutor Fang Bingyuan also staggered to his feet from his slumped position, angrily saying, "Your Majesty! I beg you to revoke your order. The Cabinet is the core of the imperial court, how can this be treated as a joke!"
Amidst the objections of the ministers, Wen Xing stood up leisurely, walked down the steps, and nodded, "That makes sense."
Fang Bingyuan's eyes lit up when he heard this, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Xing mutter to himself, "There really is no need for a cabinet. He alone is enough."
The old man's pupils slowly widened.
Ning Wujie's calm expression also revealed a crack.
The emperor walked past the kneeling crowd in the hall and headed out the door. Without even turning his head, he said, "Let him take up his post in the Imperial Study from today on."
As the emperor stepped out of the palace, his voice and figure disappeared outside the door, leaving only the ministers' exclamations of disbelief that resounded throughout the hall.
Fang Bingyuan's eyes went dark and he fell straight back.
Ning Wujie raised his arm to support the old man who had already fainted, then turned to look at the figure hidden in the afternoon sun, his sharp eyes flashing slightly.
Tyrant ruler!
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My dears, please give me two previews and pay attention to them~~
Pre-collection 1: "Can I see your brain?"
--The cute daily life of two little crazy people, a little silly--
--A bit of a crazy and stupid bottom X is actually a pretty crazy little sun top--
Copywriter:
Everyone says that the newly appointed Chief Justice Shi Wuxie is a lunatic.
Not only does he kill people without blinking an eye, he also likes to play with the dead.
Everyone in the neighborhood knew that the Ministry of Justice's office was filled with terrifying empty skeletons.
There are wronged ghosts seeking revenge every night.
What’s even more terrifying is that Shi Wuxie forcibly took the young master of the Chu family as his wife and forced her to death that very night.
And this Chief Justice even wanted to perform an autopsy on someone's body with his own hands. He is totally heartless!
Late at night, Shi Wuxie's scalpel tip was against the skull of the recently deceased young master of the Chu family, but the dead man suddenly opened his eyes.
Thinking he was hallucinating another corpse, Shi Wuxie remained expressionless: "Lie down. I'll avenge you after I've finished examining the body."
Chu Yunxi, the male anatomy student who had just traveled through time, said: "...I should not be dead yet. I can still be resuscitated."
later.
The neighbors of the Ministry of Justice Yamen were horrified to find that there was more than one madman here!
Shi Wuxie solved the case and dug out a pile of rotten meat.
Chu Yunxi: So handsome, I want to date him.
Shi Wuxie ate beside the corpse while holding his face.
Chu Yunxi: Cute, I want to say it.
Shi Wuxie placed the human skeleton on the bed for study.
Chu Yunxi: That’s great, I want to...
"Baby, you already have a husband, you can't put anyone else in your bed."
Every day when Chu Yunxi opened her eyes, she would see Shi Wuxie, scalpel in hand, eager to try: "Why can you come back from the dead? Can I see your brain?"
Chu Yunxi calmly got up and pushed away Shi Wuxie's knife: "Not today, my husband is not dead yet."
Later, Chu Yunxi was really about to die.
"Baby, my husband is dying. You can cut out his brain now."
He fell down, then looked up again after a moment, "Wait until my husband is completely dead before you cut it."
He fell down, then looked up again, worried. "You must wait until your husband is completely dead before you cut it."
Chu Yunxi never opened her eyes again.
But Shi Wuxie didn't want to cut it anymore.
The neighbors all said that the Chief Justice was even crazier than before. He would hold Fu's bones in his arms as he fell asleep every day, and he would sleep for three years at a time.
It's like the King of Hell is alive!
Later.
I heard that the emperor who forced Shi Wuxie's wife to death has passed away.
When the new emperor ascended the throne, he first went to the Criminal Court.
The emperor, dressed in a dark black robe and looking very noble, got off the sedan chair.
Suddenly, the solemn and murderous aura disappeared, and a warm smile appeared on her face. She said to the stunned Shi Wuxie, "Baby, do you miss your husband?"
A bit crazy stupid bottom X, actually quite crazy little sun top
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Pre-collection 2: "Becoming the Ghost Behind the Tyrant"
--I curse my own Narcissus--venomous tongue, funny guy, bottom, tyrant top--
Xiao Heng emerged in troubled times, unified the country, expanded territory, and established the Great Yan Dynasty.
However, he was also cruel and tyrannical, and died in his own lifetime. He was a true tyrant.
It provides historical marketing accounts with endless negative information.
Xiao Heng's number one anti-fan Ying Xuan has been having the same strange dream recently.
I dreamed that I became the ghost behind the founding emperor of the Great Yan Dynasty.
Ying Xuan originally thought that he would dream about something at night, but he saw that the tyrant in his dream had a face exactly like his own.
Ying Xuan fell silent: ...
It is not very harmful, but extremely insulting.
Ying Xuan felt that this might be the retribution for scolding Xiao Heng every day in the live broadcast room.
But this did not prevent him from continuing to speak poisonously in the tyrant's mind—
Xiao Heng ordered the execution of the generals who had fled from the battle. Ying Xuan exclaimed, "Oh, wow!" "You're so stubborn and self-righteous, as expected of you."
Hearing the inner voice, Xiao Heng paused his pen.
Xiao Heng tore up the enemy's letter of surrender, and Ying Xuan sighed twice: "You are a war-mongering country that disregards the people's livelihood. Your country is doomed."
Xiao Heng's fingers, which were about to tear the letter, stopped in mid-air.
The occasional venomous complaints in his mind made Xiao Heng's forehead twitch.
That's not all, the spirit behind him even sometimes takes over the tyrant's body and does whatever he wants.
In the court, Ying Xuan, who had taken over Xiao Heng's body, reached out to the Minister of Revenue and said with a smile, "I, Xiao Heng, want to send you money."
The guilty Minister of Revenue was covered in cold sweat and fell to his knees with a thud: "I will die!"
Then he tremblingly handed over the 20 million silver coins he had embezzled.
Xiao Heng: ...
"Drag him out and chop him up."
All the civil and military officials in the court were trembling with fear, simply because their already tyrannical emperor had become even more moody recently. He would smile one moment and be ruthless the next, and no one knew how he got the evidence of the officials' crimes.
The whole imperial city was in chaos.
Finally one day, Xiao Heng could no longer endure it and said coldly to the spirit behind him in his mind: "Get out."
Relying on the fact that he was a spirit, Ying Xuan was having a lot of fun: "If you have the guts, bite me..."
Before he had finished his words, he fell into the tyrant's arms, still wrapped in the blanket he had been wearing in his dreams.
Ying Xuan was confused: Fuck?
The tyrant, whose face was filled with anger due to his irritability, looked at the face of the person in his arms that looked exactly like his own, and his eyebrows suddenly raised: "Hmm?"
interesting.
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