Chapter 363 The Overall Situation

Rong Yu's eyes fell on Nan Xi's face. His face was obviously as pale as paper, but there was a bright luster in his eyes when he looked at her.

The people of the world have nothing to do with me, and the country of Dongling has nothing to do with me.

What I want is just Rong Yu.

The two short sentences went straight into my heart, setting off a wave of hot and unbearable heat, as if a burst of magic instantly soothed all the pain.

"Xi'er." He spoke, his voice hoarse but calm and soft, "I don't blame him. I am willing to do this today, otherwise he can't hurt me."

Nan Xi turned her eyes slightly and looked at him calmly: "Are you willing?"

Rong Yu was silent for a moment and nodded slowly.

"In that case, just accept it."

After Nan Xi finished speaking, she let out a breath and slowly calmed down her out-of-control emotions. After a moment, she turned around and looked down at the thousands of subjects below.

The sixteen-year-old woman's face is beautiful and refined. She is dressed in a bright yellow robe that shines with dignity and brilliance in the morning light. Her calm and indifferent beautiful eyes seem to be carrying thousands of glazed lusters. Standing on the high platform of the priest's hall, she looks like an independent bird. The phoenix is ​​noble, bright and unattainable.

The dignitaries and courtiers did not know whether they were immersed in the scene of the regent being beaten just now and had not fully recovered, or they were shocked by the majesty of Her Majesty the Queen, who was as bright as the rays of light at this time, and were stunned for a moment.

Two waiters came forward to help Rong Yu put on the regent's robe.

The high priest's golden whip is wrapped with a layer of special powdered medicine that can stop bleeding, so the seemingly tragic injuries are actually just a long line of blood oozing out every time the whip falls, and then the wound solidifies quickly. .

So now the scar is no longer bleeding.

But the only effect of the wound coagulation is to prevent blood from staining the royal robe, but it does not reduce the pain at all. Especially when dressing, just spreading the arms can pull the whip wound and break out in a cold sweat.

Except that his face was as white as paper, Rong Yu showed no pain at all on his expression. He was like an iron man who knew no pain, so strong that everyone was afraid.

Nan Xi pursed her lips and looked at him, frowning and said, "Can I put it on?"

Rong Yu hummed, "It doesn't matter."

Nan Xi said: "They should still let them send the imperial doctor over."

Rong Yu slowly shook his head: "The enthronement ceremony is more important. We will talk about the other things later."

Nan Xi was silent for a moment and looked at the high priest holding the scepter: "I will leave it to the high priest next. I will return first -"

"It's time for Her Majesty the Queen to call herself 'I'."

Nan Xi was silent for a moment and said calmly: "Thank you to the high priest for reminding me that I will fulfill my duties as the king of a country in the future. I also ask the high priest to keep to himself and not do anything beyond his duty."

Hearing this, the high priest lowered his eyebrows slightly: "I obey the decree. I will also pray for Her Majesty the Queen and her husband the Regent later, and also pray for the gods to bless Dongling Kingdom Zuo for long-term prosperity, so I will not send it off to Your Majesty."

"Pray for us?" Nan Xi whispered, "The high priest is interested."

Rong Yu heard her speak with a hint of ridicule, and felt warm in his heart, but said nothing. He took Nan Xi's hand and turned around, walking down the stone steps step by step.

The palace garden was full of dignitaries, civil and military officials, who knelt down and paid homage respectfully: "Long live my emperor! Long live the regent! Thousand years old!"

The sound was so loud that it almost resounded through the sky.

The ministers lowered their heads and looked at the ground respectfully.

However, Xie Jin and Xuanyuan Yao couldn't help but raise their eyes and looked at Rong Yu's pale face, with unspeakable worry hidden in their eyes.

Rong Yu's figure is tall and steep. Accompanying Nan Xi, he is still as calm as Yue Zhiyuan Ting. His eyebrows are indifferent and calm. Although the delicate and picturesque eyebrows are pale, they are still noble and oppressive.

If his face were not so pale, no one would know the severity of the injuries hidden under his robes, and how unbearable the pain he was enduring at this time.

Only Nan Xi knew it best. No matter how strong her self-control was, she could not restrain the trembling waves in the hand holding hers. The pain was so extreme that no matter how much she could bear it, her body's reaction could not deceive others.

But she couldn't do anything at this time.

All the civil and military officials were there, as were all the dignitaries in the city. Rong Yu's confidants also looked at him quietly.

At this time, you can only stay calm. The calmer you are, the more shocking it will be to people's bones. No words or extra actions are needed.

After today, everyone will know that the emperor's husband and regent Rong Yu is not only powerful in martial arts and military strategy, but also an iron-clad man. He is not afraid of pain or death, and has done things that no one else can do.

The high priest used the dragon whip on him to confirm his decision to take power. From then on, there will be two people in charge of the Dongling Dynasty, one is Her Majesty the Queen, and the other is the Royal Regent.

What you will receive from today's punishment is not contempt and ridicule, nor gloating, but a true and complete shock and surrender, because no one in the civil and military circles of the entire dynasty can do it.

The superiority and inferiority of the monarch and his ministers are clearly distinguished, and no one can be allowed to overstep.

Although Nan Xi doesn't want to be the queen at all, she really wants to be a little woman.

If she was just a little woman, she would have chosen without hesitation to abandon everything here, ignore the enthronement ceremony, ignore the attention of many courtiers, no longer care about the country, and immediately take Rong Yu with her. Treat the injury, apply medicine, go to the hospital, take care of the injury and let him have a good rest, instead of dragging on such a serious injury and enduring unbearable pain to continue the unfinished tedious process.

But Rong Yu chose the overall situation, so she could only be a big woman.

Tolerate.

You have to endure it even if you can't bear it.

Nan Xi walked out of the priest's hall, maintaining the calm and dignified dignity of the empress as much as possible along the way, but her eyes were always watching the reaction of Rong Yu next to her, and the worry in her eyes never dissipated.

The two walked out of the priest's hall hand in hand with neither fast nor slow steps. The palace servants knelt respectfully beside the dragon chariot.

Nan Xi and Rong Yu sat on the large dragon chariot that could accommodate two people. As soon as they turned their eyes, Xie Jin and Xuanyuan Yao followed them from the left to the right and stood next to the dragon chariot.

The dragon chariot was covered with soft blankets. Rong Yu helped Nan Xi sit down and said in a calm voice, "What are you doing?"

"Escort Her Majesty the Queen back to the palace." Xie Jin replied. Although he tried to remain calm, his red and phoenix eyes still revealed his worries, "Sir, do you want to——"

"The king is fine."

Just four words blocked all his unspoken worries.

Xie Jin bowed and closed his eyes, saying no more.

The palace attendants lifted up the dragon chariot and left the priest's hall.

On the streets of the Imperial City, the Forbidden Army has one sentry every five steps and one post every ten steps, maintaining order on both sides of the Imperial City streets.

Along the way, the subjects knelt down and chanted: "Long live Her Majesty the Queen! Long live the Queen! Thousands of years old! Thousands of years old! Thousands of years old! Thousands of years old!"

"Long live Her Majesty the Queen, long live, long live!"

"The Imperial Husband and the Regent are a thousand years old, a thousand years old, a thousand years old!"

The shouts of joy were heard one after another, and almost the whole city was boiling.