Things in the palace were blocked tightly.

Until the sun rose and the troops stationed in the counties in the capital were still unknown to the king of the king, Emperor Jiu, who had become a puppet.

However, martial law in the capital has been strictly enacted, and the second-level combat readiness has been launched.

The people are no longer surprised.

In the past month, the king of state has not been in charge of the government affairs, and there have been many uprisings in various parts of Jiuzhou, so the emperor in the capital has naturally paid more attention.

The sun rises as usual, and the lives of the people in the capital continue.

It is time to go to work, and it is time to go to school, and it will not be affected.

A list of emperors is posted about the transfer of positions of ministers.

But it is not enough to make the people feel strange.

After all, not long ago, the Lord of Tianlong dismissed a group of ministers.

Being with the king is like being with a tiger, which has been like this since ancient times.

Three Dukes, six ministries and nine temples, iron-clad yamen, and flowing officials.

Dihao quickly arranged for his capable subordinates to take over to ensure order is not chaotic.

In the king's bedroom, Di Jiu was still drunk and dreaming and living a life of freedom and freedom.

Winter guarded the gate of the bedroom without moving at all.

But Di Hao was busy cleaning up the mess.

In the name of the king, mobilize the army.

The governor of Bingzhou Prefecture rebelled and held troops to be respectful and needed sanctions.

The rest of the states revolt and needed suppression.

There are severe droughts and floods in the world and need assistance.

The order of each department is as normal.

Even the memorials piled up like mountains must be watched by Emperor Hao.

Suddenly, Di Hao felt that he had been fooled.

After all, Emperor Hao wanted to be the king of the country, not to destroy Tianlong.

Emperor Jiu ignored the government for a month, and the big trouble caused naturally needed him to clean up.

Only when Jiuzhou is stable can he sit firmly.

The power of the military advisor Wan Jun from the North was suppressed very low, but the North still had hundreds of thousands of loyal soldiers, which was Wan Jun's confidence.

He kept in mind the words Chen Zhuo said before leaving, did not participate in anything else, but was only responsible for managing the two northern states.

After receiving the killing order from the king, he led a large army out of the northern border and rushed to Bingzhou, and began to recover Bingzhou.

Southern Xinjiang is silent.

More and more soldiers are applying for retirement.

The cavalry general Pei Jian refused everyone and passed by them.

Southern Xinjiang is undergoing a major blood change.

Batches of soldiers received supplies for retirement, carried bags, and were full of anger, and returned to their hometowns.

But they still longed to hear the man with a backbone and issued a call.

Nishihara trembled.

The throne of Qiu Hentian, the king of Xiyuan, was stripped of the throne. Fang Yu, the former member of the Yanling Army, is still the commander of Xiyuan, commanding more than one million troops.

But what no one expected was that Qiu Hentian's son-in-law, Ding Yi, became the commander of the million Yan Ling Army.

Holding great power, Ding Yi led his army south.

The Yan Ling Army has a million yuan, which has supplemented the vacancies for the collective discharge of soldiers from southern Xinjiang.

The White Dragon Army went west and arrived in Xiyuan.

"The king of the country has an order! Start immediately and enthrone Ding Yi as the new king of southern Xinjiang!"

When this order came out of the capital, Tianlong was shocked.

The soldiers in southern Xinjiang were crying.

In the Southern Xinjiang Palace, Ding Yi, the former Wang Fengyuan, laughed wildly.

"Xu Mutian! Did you see it? I replaced your position and became the new Southern King! Everything you have belongs to me now! Did you see it? Under the nine springs, you won't be in peace, right? Hahaha..."

...

Yizhou is one of the three southern states.

There are hundreds of millions of people living on the vast land.

The governor of Yizhou Prefecture is still Chen Hantian.

The governor of the important province is still Di Changcun.

But in fact, the person who controls Yizhou is no longer Chen Hantian, nor Di Changcun, but...

Wang Buren!

In the five counties of Yizhou, the phoenix spreads its wings.

After a year of development, Nirvana Group has reached Wang Buren's prediction as scheduled.

The bad boy who always bullied Xu Yi and Xu Ling for any time, maybe he never expected that he would have the day when he had control of the economic lifeline of a state.

Today's Nirvana Group has an inestimable market value, and its employees all over Yizhou have exceeded 100,000!

There are as many as tens of millions of people who make a living by relying on Nirvana Group!

Bashan County, the top of Nirvana Building.

Wang Buren was wearing simple clothes, patched and washed white.

This outfit was worn when I was living with Xu Ling in the slums.

He couldn't bear to throw it away.

But the worn and coarse cloth clothes could not conceal his calmness and nobility.

"The world is prosperous, the people are suffering, the world is destroyed, the people are suffering..."

Wang Buren pointed hard on the map of Tianlong Jiuzhou.

"It's time to develop towards Jingzhou."

Didi...

Suddenly, Wang Buren's cell phone rang.

Not many people know this number.

He looked at the caller ID and pressed the answer button.

"Mr. Wang, I am Di Changcun."

"Governor Di, is there anything wrong?" Wang Buren asked lightly.

Di Changcun's tone was filled with a hint of respect: "A large army came from the capital, saying that he wanted to invite the Twelve Pavilion Masters to return to the capital."

"How many?"

"Twenty thousand."

"Stopped." Wang Buren said lightly.

"Okay." Di Changcun hung up the phone.

Put down the phone and Wang Buren gently pressed it on the wall.

The mechanism is touched and the wall slowly rises.

A pair of black armor appeared in front of Wang Buren.

The armor is very heavy, reaching a hundred pounds.

But he picked it up with one hand, relaxed and casual.

Armor, helmet, wrist guards, boots.

Wang Buren slowly dressed neatly and took down a dark and dull sword from the side.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Wang Buren nodded with satisfaction.

"There is also a Wang Buren, brother-in-law, this country, this people, and Xu Ling, I will protect you."

...

Bashan County is named after Bashan.
To be continued...