After wearing a book, the sickly tyrant only acts like a spoiled child in my arms

Chapter 220 Why are you so angry?
He had only walked five or six steps with the tray when he felt his breathing became a little rough, his throat was itchy, and he couldn't help but want to cough.

Sure enough, the condensed flower juice is different, the concentration is really too thick.

However, this effect made him very satisfied.

Holding the tray containing the jade seal, he walked gracefully in front of Yan Yunxiao, then half-kneeled in front of Yan Yunxiao, and presented the jade seal to him.

"Your Majesty, please take over the jade seal."

His voice was gentle and elegant, and there was no displeasure with Yan Yunxiao's enthronement in his tone. On the contrary, his tone was brisk, with an inexplicable sense of luck.

Yan Yunxiao looked at him condescendingly, his eyes were as gloomy as ever, but there was a bit less sense of power.

It is very rare to have such a mental state today.

Only he himself knows how many times he vomited blood last night with chest cramps, and how many times he woke up in a nightmare.

He must have slept soundly for less than half an hour throughout the night.

He wanted to end this enthronement ceremony as soon as possible, and went to see Song Xingshi tonight.

King Qi looked back at him with a smile, his phoenix eyes and Yan Yunxiao's temperament were completely opposite, when he smiled, his brows and eyes were curved, and his heart was soft and charming.

Yan Yunxiao glanced at him indifferently, reached out to pick up the jade seal, and held it high in his hand.

The ceremonial official shouted, "The new emperor ascends the throne, holds the jade seal in his hand, and takes charge of the political affairs of the Yan Kingdom!"

A little court lady took the empty tray from King Qi's hand, and Yan Yunxiao put the jade seal back into the tray. The moment he put it down, Yan Yunxiao frowned, feeling a strong fragrance that was very pungent, and the smell It was so heavy that his brain felt a little stuffy.

At this time, King Qi had already received another tray, and said again, "Your Majesty, please inherit Longyuan."

Inside the tray was only an old sword.

The name of this sword is Long Yuan. I don’t know how many systems and eras have changed. It is said that the first monarch of Yan State relied on this sword to conquer the world, so he has a special meaning for the Yan family. meaning and status.

For soldiers on the battlefield, it has a spiritual appeal.

Long Yuan represents the masters of all the military guards who have not been clearly assigned political positions in the entire Yan Kingdom.

In every era, there will be many people who are covered by dust like General Douhu. The generals who once led them in battle have died, and they have declined, no one cares about them, and there is no formal position planning.

It is said that they are the military guards of the Yan State, but in fact, no one recognizes them and takes them under their command.

But as soon as the Long Yuan Sword is released, they can't help but recall how passionate they were when they defended their home and country on the battlefield.

Because His Majesty has never forgotten them, and they do not belong to anyone's subordinates.

Longyuan Sword, these three words, is a mysterious, powerful and unshakable army.

Only when Yan Yunxiao has truly ascended the throne and become the monarch of Yan Kingdom can he be qualified to become the master of this sword.

When he looked at the sword, it was hard not to feel a passionate and exciting feeling in his heart.

There was news back to Northern Xinjiang very early on, ordering part of the army to rush back to the imperial capital, but Northern Xinjiang is too far away, so far no news of their departure has been received.

When the northern border army returned to the imperial capital, their plan of enduring humiliation for many years would be considered 90.00% complete.

As far as the little soldiers in the hands of the general of Fuguo Tang Xiao, there is only one imperial capital and a few nearby cities, they can't compete with him at all.

It's just that his emotional surge lasted for three to five seconds, and soon he returned to his usual low and indifferent.

He felt like that was it.

After all, not everything can be obtained.

Even if he stood at the top of the system and became the unique ruler of the Yan Kingdom, his life would not be complete.

Because he lost too much.

At the moment when he was secretly sad, his brain suddenly went dark for a moment, and when he regained clarity, his eyes became a little dazed.

The pungent aroma made his chest tight, and he couldn't help coughing twice, breathing heavily.

Just when Yan Yunxiao was about to reach out for the sword, King Qi suddenly picked it up by himself, and handed the tray to the little maid behind him.

Yan Yunxiao watched what he was going to do with cold eyes, his brows were furrowed because of his physical discomfort, as if he was suppressing his displeasure.

King Qi smiled and said, "Your Majesty, this sword is very sharp, but be careful not to hurt your golden body!"

As he spoke, he wiped the hilt and scabbard with his sleeve.

It looked as if he was using his brocade clothes to wipe the dust off Longyuan Sword.

After wiping, he held Long Yuan in both hands respectfully and handed it to Yan Yunxiao.

His smile was a little rippling, and there was a bit of a trap in it.

Yan Yunxiao also sensed that something was wrong, but the scent that came from nowhere gave him a headache, chest tightness, and an uncontrollable suffocation made him very annoyed.

At the same time, his heart was beating twice, and he felt his brain in a trance, knowing that his physical condition could not support him to stay here for too long.

So he reached out and took the sword.

"Shh."

Long Yuan unsheathed.

A cold and majestic aura came from the sharp blade. Yan Yunxiao quickly glanced at it and knew it was a good sword.

He raised the sword, and for a moment he recovered his wanton and surly aura on the battlefield. In the eyes of everyone, he was like the god of war above the nine heavens, brave and mighty, majestic and unattainable.

The officer of ceremonies shouted again, "If you inherit Longyuan, you can summon thousands of troops!"

Everyone shouted in unison, "Long live Your Majesty, long live, long live!"

The strong aroma lingered at the tip of his nose, his figure swayed slightly, and his thoughts became chaotic amidst the deafening shouts.

He smiled helplessly, his body is really so disappointing, it's better for this grand ceremony to end as soon as possible.

Just as he was about to put the sword back into the scabbard, another burst of strong fragrance hit him, causing him to cough suddenly. The dull and strong smell seemed to have stuck in his chest, making him so stuffy that he couldn't breathe .

This made him a little unbearable, and he staggered back two steps.

King Qi saw it, but he didn't reach out to support him. Instead, he stepped forward and pretended to be concerned, "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"

The courtesy officer at the side saw it clearly, stepped forward to help him, and asked, "Your Majesty, be careful."

Faced with the sudden support, Yan Yunxiao's limbs seemed to be an instinctive rejection reaction, and with a sudden wave of stimulation, he swung away the courtesy officer who stepped forward to support him.

The ceremonial officer is indeed innocent, even if Yan Yunxiao's martial arts practitioner is in poor health, his strength is much stronger than him.

The man was overturned directly on the ground, and even rolled twice on the steps, but a little eunuch pulled him so that he didn't roll down.

Yan Yunxiao's head was buzzing with pain, he covered his forehead, and when he looked up, he saw King Qi's disgusting face.

He was still asking over and over again, "Your Majesty, why are you so angry?"

"Since you are the king of a country, my minister risked his life to say something. You really need to control your uncertain mood."

The words are very mocking.

(End of this chapter)