If Ao Ziyan held the hand of the hilt of the sword, he waved it out in an instant, and the snow-bright blade was like a white lightning in the night rain, and before Mi Huang came back to his senses, two good heads had already broken away from his weak body and flew into the air, his eyes widened, his mouth widened, and he seemed to want to shout at her, "Danger!"

But all the sound stopped at their throats.

Abrupt stop.

Blood splattered out of the cavity, like the scene in that nightmare, which literally splashed her and Ruo Ao Ziyan's head.

"Ah——h

"Si Qin! Si Hua ——"

A silent scream resounded throughout the entire Chuhe Palace!

Ruo Ao Ziyan dragged the Sword of Killing the World, strode over and pounced on Siqin Sihua, innocently wanting to bring the separated head and body back together, and said coldly: "They died in your place!"

"That's what happens to losers!"

Walking out of the dormitory and standing on the door, Ruo Ziyan's sword raised high, just drew the last order of the night: "Kill!"

……

"If Ao Ziyan ——"

Mihuang drank.

In the pouring rain.

The forces belonging to the Huang inside and outside the Chuhe Palace were collapsed in an instant, the heads rolled to the ground, the door of the palace was open, if Ao Ziyan walked out in a grand manner, and outside the palace, Yang Wei led the guards to surround the emperor's dormitory, blocking her way with sharp halberds and sharp arrows: "Your Highness, please stop!"

Mi Huang rushed out covered in blood: "Which of you dares to hurt me?"

"Stop her at all costs!"

Yang Wei stood outside the hall and bowed to her, and behind him, a large number of archers and swordsmen aimed at the Qi Huang who wanted to rush out of the hall, as long as she took a step forward, their sword halberds would move forward.

With the six parts of Ruo Ao around him, he can easily control the entire Great Chu like a sharp axe chopping wood.

What's not in place?

Thousands of years later, who cares about the achievement of legends?

At that time, those who sing praises will only be like a carp crossing the river, and there are countless of them.

The tradition of the Chu State is to respect the monarch-killer.

In his eyes, the blade-like sharp and incomparable murderous aura overflowed, and the wet and heavy cloak behind him was like two heavy eagle wings.

No matter how high the day is, no matter how heavy the rain is, it seems that it can't stop him from soaring to the sky......

In the heavy rain, Ruo Ao Ziyan's big hand opened and laughed, admiring the losers who fell at his feet one by one, as if he saw the fallen stone beams of Ruo Ao's house standing up again and standing for thousands of years.

"Father, this is how you can really prosper!"

Mi Huang was stopped in the dormitory by the soldiers.

Separated by a door, under the finger of that soldier, the entire Chu He Palace gradually became a battlefield of white bones, and the cold wind raised her long hair, like a soul with nowhere to place.

Fell to his knees deeply.

On this world-famous high platform, the towering Hehejin Palace, with its majesty over the highest power center in the north, has achieved the most desirable highland in the whole of Jingnan.

The undulating Golden Palace, even under the pouring rain, could not lose half of its momentum...... Even if it is covered with corpses, stumps and heads...... As long as it shines under the lamp of this gorgeous glass palace, it will also reflect the colorful brilliance, and the beauty is dazzling.

This moment, the killing of power.

It has achieved the most thrilling and dazzling moment of this palace in the past 300 years.

"Quack ——"

The jackdaw flew overhead, skimmed over the tall cornices, and then swooped down, easily pulling out the most delicious eyeballs and entrails from the mountain of corpses with its sharp claws...... In the night rain, take a bite with that sharp beak and eat into the stomach.

With just one glance, Mi Huang vomited.

Spit over the river and the sea.

There was an exclamation, ringing in her ears, but she couldn't hear it...... Under this Hehejin Palace, how many white bones have been buried in the past three hundred years?

Her great-great-grandfather, her great-grandfather, her grandfather, her father-king......

Her husband......

Every one of them, every alliance, every betrayal, every challenge, every struggle, every battle, every sacrifice, every oath, every death.

It's all about fighting for the highest throne!

It was it, devouring countless lives, it was it that swept the hurricane of troubled times under every roof, it was it, it shattered her pitiful strength and confidence, leaving behind a river of blood, ruins, and the sorrow of the undead under the nine springs.

She was utterly naïve.

Close your eyes slowly.

I once thought that I was going all out on the battlefield, gambling everything with my life, and the victory I won after desperately forbearing, but it was just a ridiculous "failure".

Through the heavy rain curtain, through the heavy palace, there are many, many people......

Shuttle through her mind.

She seemed to see Si Qin, Si Hua, Xiao Lizi, Huo Dao, A Yuan, Yao Jun...... There are also those soldiers who survived the battle of Phoenix Mountain and will die tonight...... Those people of Chu who longed for her kindness little by little...... Even those invincible Chu kings and ministers, her old-eyed and dizzy father, Ling Yin, who has been in charge of a country for nearly 20 years, Ruo Ao Ziliang, Lao Situ, Zhou Mu, Ruo Ao Yuejiao, Ruo Ao Zike, Zhou Jinghua, Situ Nan, and Fu Boxing......

Including herself......

One by one, they all fell under that throne.

fell at its feet.

……

The night sinks into the river, and the sky is cold and the golden palace.

All winter.

At this moment, the full impact fell on this wild land.

Mi Huang looked up at the dark hall, and vaguely seemed to see a pair of eyes that she never wanted to look at much, those eyes that had been closed forever, and he was quietly watching her fail in the sky above the entire hall.

The spiritual seat and incense burner of the king of Chu enshrined on the bronze case were swept over the case, and in the small white smoke that rose, it seemed that when the king of Chu was seriously ill, he withdrew from others and handed over the jade seal and tiger talisman to himself.

The king of Chu was pulling her at that time.

The eyes are sometimes crazy, sometimes sober.

"Eldest daughter...... At the beginning, my father just wanted to find a strong in-law for you to be your backing and be the backing of my room, it doesn't matter if the man has the ability or not, anyway, he is here to help you inherit my Chu country. From this aspect, Ruo Ziyan is indeed the best choice. But in the past two days, my father didn't know if it was this old eye and faint, and there were always some inexplicable visions in front of him, and my father seemed to see Ruo Ao Ziyan bullying you. ”

"How dare he bully Lone's daughter?!"

King Chu's expression instantly turned hideous, and he grabbed her hand fiercely and said, "Remember, if he dares to bully you, you will kill him!"

"In this Great Chu, only my room can bully others, and no one can override us!

"Remember?"

The king of Chu kept gritting his teeth, grabbing her hand and asking her.

Did she remember?

She didn't remember.

She repeatedly naively fantasized about him......

That's why he was repeatedly given opportunities to take advantage of.

There is a kind of victory, which is called the first strike to be king!

This night, Ruo Ao Ziyan gave her the most important lesson of "being king"!

Inside and outside the Chu and Palace Palace, at this time, the army of the Ruo Ao clan, the so-called royal pawn, in front of the real king, collapsed. In her father's generation, Mi Mu has unknowingly lost the most powerful control over the king, and all the problems have completely erupted in her generation.

In the end, which army in this Chu country is really subordinate to her, and which courtiers are truly loyal to her?

Or in their eyes, she is just a woman who is supposed to submit to men...... If it weren't for her surname Mi, why would she get their sincere support?...... Even hope that after this war, he wants to easily solidify the political legacy inherited from the king of Chu, rule them, and make them happy and submit?

It's all her naivety......

At this moment, Mi Huang deeply understood that everything she had in this life came from Ruo Ao Ziyan.

It was he who gave her the crown.

gave her royal power.

Without him, she would eventually have nothing, and she would be reduced to an orphan girl in her previous life, a loser in the struggle for royal power......

"If Ao Ziyan ——"

"You're right, a loser doesn't deserve to be king......"

A shout cut through the rainy night and all the fighting, Ruo Ziyan's departing steps stopped, turned back unhurriedly, and glanced carelessly at the woman who was trying to rush out of the hall.

The soldiers raised their swords to stop her, but she ignored it: "So I lost!...... Tonight, I will issue an edict overnight, and tomorrow I will announce that the ministers will go to the palace, and the enthronement ceremony after one month will be changed to the Zen Rang ceremony!"

She no longer knows what the most rational response is, and she doesn't know how to choose so that she won't regret it......

Tears rolled down to the ground like strings of pearls, but they were not as fast as the souls who died under his sword one by one, and the lives that had been added to her path to kingship had broken her pride and bent her knees......

Regardless of the sword halberd, she broke through Yang Wei's obstacles again and again, approached him, and shouted in submission: "From now on, you will be the king! In your lifetime, I, Mi Huang, swear to the sky that I will never step out of the Chu He Palace, nor will I step into the Zhu ......Palace."

"Isn't it too late to say that?"

Looking at his wife who was kneeling on the ground, Ruo Ziyan pulled a trace of the corners of his mouth disdainfully, and hooked a cold arc that could not be called a laugh: "Didn't you just shout that I was a loser......?" The so-called "victory" in your mouth. However, I love you, I let you, Huang'er......"

Mi Huang knelt deeply on the ground, bowed three times and bowed nine times, and bowed to him with a big bow: "If Ao Ziyan...... I beg you to —— the throne, or whatever, I don't want it——"

"My husband, my king!"

"From now on, you are my one-man king!"

Yang Wei, who was holding a sword in front of her, turned sideways slightly, not daring to accept her big salute.

All of them had swords, their eyes red.

"Your Highness, it's our incompetence ......"

"It's not that you're incompetent, it's that I'm unworthy as a woman!"

"I don't have a successor anymore...... My father is dead, and I, as a woman, can't lead you well, let alone lead this huge country, tens of thousands of Chu people......"

Mi Huang knelt on the ground and said to everyone: "So please don't make senseless resistance for the sake of me, an incompetent person, I am not worthy of this throne, I have never had the confidence to lead Da Chu to become stronger." ”

"I scolded me very right!"

"I don't deserve the throne!"

Then, just after Mi Huang said this, in this palace full of corpses, there were staggering figures, gritting their teeth and getting up from the pool of blood again, their clothes were tattered, their tiger's mouths were stained with blood, and they stood up again with scars, clenching their long swords: "Your Highness...... What Fist said was not right...... You're all for us!"

"It's our useless ......"

Ashin had Ruo Ao's sword stuck in his chest, his mouth was foaming blood, his voice was out of tune, and he stood in the river of blood with trembling knees, but he shook his head vigorously: "Everyone kill!"

"Kill all these rebels!"

"Win and lose! Don't say more!"

Hearing this, Zida shouted, and the sword in his hand swung and cut off his head.

Si Jian and the others roared: "Ah—— you turtle king bastards of the Ruo Ao clan, Your Highness has allowed you several times, and my sword will not tolerate it!"

All kinds of heart-rending angry scolding sounded, and when Ao Bu heard this, he flew up directly, kicking the other party's ribs and full of silver teeth.

Mi Huang watched all this with red eyes, covered her tearful eyes, and fell to her knees.

At this moment, what should she be?

Is it forbearance, war, peace, and seeking?

In the end, she wiped away all her tears, pointed to Si Jian, who had joined the battle again, and roared in a deep voice: "Si Jian, on behalf of me, you are the first to put down the sword in your hand!

Si Jian looked at his companions around him.

His eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Your Highness, why ?——?"

"Win or lose, why do you still want to ask?!" she yelled.

"Put down your sword!

Mi Huang suddenly snatched a soldier's sword and put it on his neck: "Or you all want me to die in front of you today!"

As soon as the words fell, she slammed a blood line against her neck: "Is this okay?"

Then she was another sword, and the flesh rolled up.

"So what?"

Ruo Ao Ziyan kept his lips pursed and crossed the sword.

His eyes were firmly fixed on the constantly flowing red blood line, he looked coldly at the pool of blood outside the hall, and looked at the soldiers who were still resisting stubbornly, and finally let go of the sword in his hand with a "clang", and all chose to bend their legs to surrender to him.

A cold look looked at Yang Wei Qida: "Put all of them in the palace prison and wait for them to fall!"

"Yes!"

Everyone was captured.

Mi Huang knelt on the ground, covered in blood, and knelt down to Ruo Ao Ziyan with his fists clenched: "My king, thank you for your grace not to kill!"

Behind the closed doors of the palace, there were timid palace people hiding in the dark room, covering their mouths and their eyes red, witnessing everything that happened here.

Don't dare to come out or make a sound......

The cold wind blew and blew, blowing away the sonorous sound of the armor soldiers in Jingnan, along the Chu He Palace, all the way to the bronze throne at the highest point of the Zhu Palace.

The pillars of a hall are like ink, the curtains are flying, the lights are flickering, and the shadows are dark.

The Road to Kingship.

What kind of road is it?

Inside and outside the empty Zhu Palace, there is a dead silence, everyone outside the hall climbs the steps, crawls into the hall, three kneels and nine bows, only it will stand forever.