"Is it Jichuan here?" A breathless voice came from the bed. Chen Hongjin quickly responded, knelt beside the bed and responded softly: "It's the last general!"

Chen Hongjin, whose courtesy name was Jichuan, was a native of Xianyou County, Quanzhou.

Fifty-seven-year-old Liu Congxiao was half lying and half sitting on the couch, with a young eunuch behind him supporting his old body. His breathing was very uneven, and he groaned in pain from time to time. His back was suffering from gangrene and the pain was unbearable.

Liu Congxiao was born in a poor family and was always loyal. His subordinates were always tolerant and did not care about enjoyment. He was devoted to politics, so he was very popular. Everyone believed in him. He controlled Zhang and Quan for more than ten years without any rebellion.

support or oppose.

Now, Chen Hongjin knelt down, but he did not let him get up. Instead, he took a hard breath and said:

"Now that the world is unstable and wars are endless, I have only a small amount of merit. I am able to settle down in Zhangzhou and spread the spring to the world. The common people of Li are free from wars. I think I have achieved something!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone knelt down, lowered their heads, and held their breath attentively. They just thought that this was leaving the king to make a will, so they did not dare to make any moves to disturb him.

"It's a pity that the old soldier has relapsed and it can't continue any longer!"

"Your Highness——" Everyone was crying, their eyes were red. Maybe they were reluctant to leave this loyal elder, or maybe they were discouraged about the future. Everyone was crying together.

Suddenly, Liu Shaoban walked out. He was still in his teens, with a childish expression on his face. The nostalgia he had felt earlier was gone in the blink of an eye.

The atmosphere became tense instantly.

"A country cannot be left without a master for a day. Although our Qingyuan Army is not a country, it can still be regarded as a force in the world. Let Liu Shaofan take the post of Liu Hou!"

Liu Congxiao said softly, observing the man's face, and asked Liu Shao, who looked immature, to come over.

After the Jiedushi is retained, the position of the Jiedushi's successor is usually assigned to him, and he can succeed to the throne after he starts reporting to the court.

Nowadays, the adopted son Liu Shaoban is appointed as Liu Hou. The meaning is self-evident and everyone has different thoughts.

Liu Congxiao looked at Chen Hongjin, who was in charge of the army.

"Your Majesty, I will swear allegiance to the crown prince to the death!" Chen Hongjin had a glimmer of luck in his heart before, but now that the fat fruit has not leaked out, he was angry in his heart, but his face was solemn.

"I swear to be loyal to the crown prince to the death!" The answer to the mystery was revealed. Everyone didn't know what they were feeling. They all knelt down and established their status as king and minister.

At this time, there was no time to argue in detail, so Liu Congxiao continued to say: "You are all veterans who have worked with me for many years, and have also assisted King Gongyi.

(Wang Yanzheng), there is no need to say too much about the affairs of the government affairs minister. He supports and assists with one heart and always puts the national economy and people's livelihood as the top priority to ensure the peace of the place."

Liu Shaofan was only fifteen this year. Faced with everyone kneeling down, even though he was well prepared, he was still a little panicked. After all, he was too young to face such a situation, and he was not mentally and physically ready yet.

And the officials of the Qingyuan Army couldn't help but feel a little contempt for such a young and inexperienced Liu Hou.

Although he had already expected it, in the face of such a situation, Liu Congxiao could only make such an arrangement. After all, it was the result of more than ten years of struggle. He could not abandon it easily. The temptation of family and world was so great.

"I will obey the king's instructions and work together to assist the emperor, put the national economy and people's livelihood first, and ensure the peace of Zhangquan."

Everyone, led by Chen Hongjin, bowed down one after another, their eyes red, knowing that these were the Liu Wang's last words.

"Since you have the intention, just step back!" Liu Congxiao turned pale and waved his hand for everyone to leave. Next, it was time for him to spend time with his family.

Not long after everyone left and were waiting anxiously, suddenly, there was a burst of crying in the room.

"Ouch! Not good-"

Everyone jumped up immediately. At this time, they didn't care about the court rules and rushed into the room. They saw King Jinjiang lying on the collapse. His face was as red as fire, and there was phlegm in his throat that he couldn't spit out. He let out an ooh.

There was a squeaking sound, there was pus coming out of the back, the smell was unpleasant, and I just couldn't stand it anymore!

"The king has passed away——" Everyone inside and outside the palace had been immersed in sadness for a long time. Chen Hongjin's voice was like a cannon being fired, and they immediately responded in unison, wailing and shaking.

Tian——Liu Hou, Liu Hou, and Liu Shaofan were stunned.

A cry instantly established Chen Hongjin's status, and also made the succession scene that had been planned for many days disappear in an instant.

Everyone knows that after the death of King Liu, a King Chen has risen rapidly, and Chen Hongjin, who controls the Qingyuan Army, is a well-deserved successor.

"Quickly, send someone to report the death of King Jinjiang, and send someone to Jinling and Kaifeng to report the bad news!" Chen Hongjin began to direct without hesitation, as if he was the second Jiedu.

Soon, the people of Quanzhou City learned that the King of Jinjiang, who had protected Zhang Quan for more than ten years, had passed away. For a time, everyone, rich and poor, felt as if they were missing. The sadness in their hearts was beyond words.

Without being required by the government, everyone voluntarily wore silk clothes, and attended wedding banquets voluntarily, with tears on their faces. Their nostalgia for the past and doubts about the future made it difficult for them to adapt.

The army consciously began to blockade the city. This is to control the inheritance period in the future.

Liu Shaoci was supported by everyone as the military governor of the Qingyuan Army, but his position was not stable. Chen Hongjin had taken over the power and mourned the King of Jinjiang, which was the most important thing at the moment.

But everyone in the Jiedu shogunate knew that after the funeral, if Shao Ci's butt was left, he would have to change his position.

The roaring sky seemed to be grieving for the passing of the King of Jinjiang. Heavy rain fell, washing the city. Everyone was mourning and business came to a standstill.

The entire Qingyuan Army has about 20,000 troops. There are 10,000 troops near Quanzhou and 10,000 troops in Zhangzhou. For one state, such a large number of troops is enough.

Outside Quanzhou Port, a huge fleet of ships slowly sailed in. In this thunderstorm weather, it seemed particularly abrupt and unusual.

The moment dozens of ships entered the port, officials immediately came quickly with money bags, constantly observing the draft and scale, and calculating in their minds how much tax they would have to collect.

"Where are you from? Why did you come back in such a heavy rain!" The tax collector glanced at the fleet, which accounted for almost half of the fleet berthed at the port, and asked with emotion.

"We are a whaling team. It happened to rain, so we came back together!" The boat owner who answered had a simple and honest look on his face.

"It's just, why is it so heavy?" The tax collector was a little confused.

"Sir, why is the whole city so quiet?" asked the captain.
Chapter completed!