Do not fall the dynasty.
In such a big dynasty, there are naturally many things that require Qin Yi to decide.
Although Zhang Liang was able to resolve most things, Zhang Liang could not make decisions for Qin Yi.
Although Zhang Liang was the pri minister who did not fall, he was not Qin Yi after all, nor was he a king who did not fall.
So things can be decided by Qin Yi in one word, but Zhang Liang is not.
The king's body determines the direction of the entire dynasty and the future of countless people.
This requires not only ans, but also the trust of the people.
And this kind of trust only exists in the people of Buluo for Qin Yi, and it has been accumulated bit by bit since his ascending to the throne of Buluo!
This also ans that Qin Yi left the customs this ti, but there was an unknown amount of governnt affairs waiting for him.
"Crunch!"
The gate of Taihe Temple opened slowly, and the warm sunlight fell into the palace along the crack of the gate.
Qin Yi's figure also appeared at the gate of Taihe Temple.
"We, et the king!"
In front of Taihe Hall, a team of well-equipped guards who were serving in front of the hall imdiately knelt to the ground.
These imperial guards were so surprised that Wang Jun finally left the customs!
"Be flat."
Qin Yi smiled warmly and waved his hand faintly.
"Thank Wangjun!"
The soldiers of the Janissaries kowtowed again, and then stood up.
"Do you know where the pri minister is?"
Qin Yi asked calmly.
"Enjoy the king, it is the court eting at this mont, and the Pri Minister and the others are holding the court eting in Chenglong Palace."
The soldiers said respectfully.
"Well?"
Qin Yi was taken aback for a mont, raised his eyes and looked at the outer space. It was the hour of the hour, which was the ti for the eting.
This monarch also retreats for too long, even the court will forget.
Qin Yi couldn't help laughing.
"Huh!"
Imdiately, Qin Yi moved towards Chenglong Palace with a flicker under his feet.
Along the way, the guards and court ladies t all bowed to him in surprise, shouting long live.
With Qin Yi's status in the Buluo dynasty, anyone who saw him would kneel down unwillingly and sincerely.
By the ti Qin Yi ca to Chenglong Palace, Zhang Liang and others had received the news.
The ministers were divided into two rows, standing in front of Chenglong Palace.
"The minister Zhang Liang sees his majesty, and welcos the king to leave the customs!"
Zhang Liang held the morial book in his hand, knelt on his knees, and shouted.
"The ministers welco Wang Jun to leave the customs, long live Wang Jun!"
The ministers who did not fall were also kneeling and bowing to Qin Yin.
The loud voice is magnificent, powerful sound waves soaring into the sky, as if to shake the clouds.
Before leaving the ministers, a figure wearing a snow silkworm true dragon shirt stepped slowly.
The morning sun is scattered on him, like a **** in the ancient mythology, stepping on the earth!
A warm smile hung on his face, making people feel like spring breeze.
On both sides are the ministers who worshipped, and Qin Yi stood alone.
A hundred officials worship, the king is in the court!
"tread!"
"tread!"
"tread!"
Qin Yilong walked towards the Chenglong Palace, slowly stepping onto the throne.
Sitting on the throne, overlooking the ministers!
During this process, all the courtiers bowed their heads to the ground, and none of them looked impatient.
"Get up!"
Until Qin Yi waved his hand lightly, said softly.
"Thank Wangjun!"
Everyone shouted again, thanking Jun En.
Imdiately, all the courtiers stood up to fight, one after another, filed into Chenglong Palace.
Wang Junlin, does not fall into the early dynasty, officially begins!
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