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The sky is bright and the sun is rising.

In front of Xuande Gate, there are two columns of hundreds of officials and women.

Crossbows, square umbrellas, miscellaneous flowers, and fan curved covers slowly lead the way.

With the appearance of these people, the two columns of hundreds of officials and women couldn't help but stand up straight and look.

After that, the Tsing Yi outer staff, the spoked rod, the stop, the missionary, the letter flag, and the ceremonial sword, halberd, bow and arrow lined up solemnly.

Melodious music from far and near.

The drums, cymbals, and feather drums are pounding, and the flute, flute, and flute sound are crisp.

With the sound of music, a column of halberds, five-color flags, a column of columns, five-color flags, a column of instrument and five-color flags slowly walked out.

The sound of horses' hooves rushed out of the twenty guards, guards, guards, and guards, and marched steadily.

Qin Arc raised his head and accurately saw Zhou Ji in the guard of honor who was carefully selected to be tall, fat and thin.

His face was solemn, his eyes did not squint, and he walked forward with a straight body.

Behind them, the queen's car could already be seen.

Six green horses and twenty-four drivers left and right to protect the queen's car, its left and right two groups of pheasant tail fan, four umbrellas, eight pheasant tail fans, brocade cover, brocade curve cover, brocade six pillars like a forest stand.

In the daylight, the queen's car shone brightly.

The officials on the left and right ordered the women to bow down in unison.

Qin Arc slowly withdrew, turning around on crutches, and the sound of his crutches hitting the ground was drowned out by the sound of drums.

What kind of woman is that?

A carriage appeared in front of him.

"It's a good shelf." There seemed to be a young man beside him who said arrogantly.

"It should be so calm." He said slowly, with a slight smile on his lips, "I'm a little apprehensive. ”

Look at the carriage that seems to be approaching in front of you.

Yes, what kind of woman?

The carriage passed over him and vanished.

Qin Arc stopped, and the sound of the drums gradually faded away.

"Childe." A small guy shouted behind him.

Qin Arc didn't look back. Reached.

"Childe." The little guy was about to cry, and he refused to hand over the things he was holding.

Qin Arc's hand stretched out and didn't move.

The little guy finally handed it over, an old bow and a bamboo tube for painting.

Qin Arc took it. Look down.

"Qin Thirteen, this is my favorite bow." The young man said loudly. Raise your hand at him.

If you look at it again, a group of people will rush forward with a smile.

"This official brewed to wish the officials to ascend to Sendai, and to cheer up, and did not dare to mess with the officials' steps to ascend to the immortals."

"Congratulations to Qin Langjun."

"Come on, Miss Banqin has explained, I can only open it when you come."

"Childe, please."

One light, two lights, three lights. The room is lit up, gorgeous, graceful, blooming peonies one by one....

Qin Arc raised his head and smiled, put the longbow and bamboo tube on his back left and right, and strode forward with a cane.

"I... Yes... A painting...."

"Beauty... For me... Made...."

"Grapes . . . Wine... He proudly...."

“.. There are beauties... Don't forget..."

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"Bye."

With the shouts of the inner attendant and the master of ceremonies, hundreds of officials and women in front of the huge hall gave salutes together.

The emperor walked out of the hall step by step and looked at the queen who got out of the car.

The drum music is transformed, and the sound is loud and loud.

"Register."

Fang Bocong said.

The attendants held the golden book and bowed down to greet each other with their feather fans.

Cheng Fang walked up slowly. The maid beside him took the golden book and opened the feather fan,

Fang Bocong stretched out his hand. Cheng Fang stretched out his hand to help him slightly.

"The queen ascends to the palace."

Accompanied by the master of ceremonies, Fang Bocong looked at Cheng Fang and smiled slightly, turned around to go first, and Cheng Fang raised his heels with a smile.

After that, hundreds of officials ordered their wives to bow four times.

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Two hundred and eighty-nine years after the starlight conversion, Daliang, Jiangzhou, winter night.

The night wind was whistling, and the sound of hurried footsteps was heard in the pitch-black wilderness, accompanied by heavy wheezing.

A low cry. Someone fell to the ground, and the person in front of him immediately helped him.

"How?" The male voice asked in a low voice.

"It's okay, it's okay. Tripped. The female voice said, as she got up.

"How's the kid?" The male voice asked. With a bit of concern.

The fire twist flickered, and a little light lit up, illuminating the faces of a man and a woman.

They were dressed in shabby clothes that seemed to be the poor people, but under the slight light of the fire there was a bit of wealth in their faces, and they both looked down into the woman's arms.

A small quilt was tightly wrapped, and the woman reached out to lift it, revealing one of the sleeping babies like a dough, either by the light of the fire or by the cold wind, and he shook his head and rubbed his little fist against his ear.

The woman hurriedly covered the covering.

"It's okay, the little master is fine." She said.

The man nodded, reaching out to take the child.

"I'll hug you, let's go." He whispered.

As soon as he finished speaking, his complexion changed.

"Not good." He said, "Here we go." ”

The woman's expression changed dramatically, and she got up, and the fire twist was extinguished.

"It's so close." The man whispered, "Someone must be counting the way." ”

"What then? We can't escape. The woman's voice choked.

"As long as you don't get caught, you have to run away." The man said, with a bit of determination, and carried the child on his back, "I don't believe that the bloodline of the Cheng family has been cut off like this." ”

In the night, two figures staggered forward.

Behind him, the sound of horses' hooves, accompanied by the sound of dogs, gradually approached.

The torches were bright, and the team was dressed in strict order, and the men and horses were full of weapons.

The head reined in the horse.

"Which way?" He shouted.

Behind him, a scribe stepped forward, holding a compass in his hand, looked up at the sky, looked at the compass, and pinched his fingers.

"Over there." He said, pointing in the direction of the men and women who had fled.

The general took out an object from his waist, and the iron handle of the bamboo tube could be seen under the torch.

"Your Majesty has an order, all the Cheng family, as long as they die and don't live, a head is worth a knot." He laughed. "Let's see how many knots we can take down with our assault rifles tonight."

The others behind him shouted in unison, raising their assault rifles in their hands.

The horse's hooves clattered and galloped away.

At this time, the capital of the Great Liang. Si Tian Stargazing Platform.

The door of the tall building opened, and a tall janissary escorted him down. A man wrapped in a cloak stepped inside.

Instead of going up the stairs, he walked straight to the wall, where the guards pushed the wall so hard that the wall turned to reveal a downward staircase.

Step by step, the basement is wide and bright, and the torches are as bright as day.

A scarred middle-aged man hangs from a chain next to the wall.

The chains went through his shoulders and legs, and the whole person was suspended in the air. It looks particularly scary.

"It's much more comfortable to live in a place that you built with your own hands than in a prison, right?"

The footsteps stopped, and a clear male voice said.

"Father."

This title sounded so terrifying at this moment, the middle-aged man slowly raised his head, and his pale and haggard face smiled slightly.

"Your Majesty is here." He said slowly in a hoarse voice.

The man stood still and lifted his hood with one hand, untied his cloak, and showed his tall figure, dressed in a big red brocade robe, with a bit of dazzle under the bright torches, he raised his head, and his handsome face was cold. Sharp-eyed.

"Father." He said, "Let me ask again, by whose hands will the girder be destroyed?" ”

The middle-aged man smiled.

"Ah Four." He called out suddenly.

The guards standing next to him frowned slightly. I couldn't help but take a look.

Cheng Falcon of Taichang Temple is really arrogant, and he dares to call His Majesty by his nickname at this time.

Yang Shansu looked at him.

"Father, you have calculated your whole life, but you have reached your own end?" He said.

Cheng Ying smiled.

"Your Majesty, how is my family?" Instead of answering, he asked.

When the name Ah Fang was spoken, Yang Shan's face did not change in the slightest.

"Afang." He slowly spat out the word.

"Good."

"It's beautiful."

"Very smart."

"There is a beautiful person."

"It's what I want."

Cheng Falcon looked at him and always smiled slightly.

"Father." Yang Shan looked at him and stood solemnly, "I have posthumously crowned Ah Fang as Empress Xiaozhao." She is the best queen I have, and I thank my father for raising such a peerless queen for me. ”

Cheng Falcon laughed.

"Your Majesty thought. Did our Cheng family raise such a good queen for you? ”

He said, shaking himself. There was a ruffled sound of chains.

The guards on the side immediately stepped forward.

"Your Majesty, be careful." They said, blocking Yang Shan with a little vigilance.

Although Cheng Falcon has been abolished alone, he is still a little afraid when he thinks of the genius and trickery of the Cheng family.

Yang Shan raised his hand and waved away the guards and looked at Cheng Falcon.

"My family's Ah Fang is talented and intelligent."

"My family's Ah Fang will never forget."

"My family's Ah Fang exhausted the strength of the clan to raise it."

"My family's Afang Ji has the talents of the family."

Cheng Falcon said with a laugh, his pale face full of joy and pride.

"My family raised such an Afang, is it just because I met you when I was four years old?"

Yang Shan looked at him.

"Father." He said, "By whose hands will the girder be destroyed?" Where is the secret of the Cheng family's deduction? ”

Cheng Falcon didn't seem to hear him.

"My Ah Fang is a good boy." He still said, speaking of this, his expression was a little sad, "My Ah Fang is a bitter child. ”

When the three words of bitter child came out, a trace of gloom flashed in Yang Shan's eyes, and he immediately returned to clarity.

"However, Cheng has never been afraid of hardship." Cheng Falcon raised his voice again, his eyes were bright, "My family A Fang must be fearless, fearless, not sad or sad, my A Fang will definitely live up to the name of the Cheng family." ”

Seeing Cheng Ying getting more and more excited, Yang Shan turned his head and sighed lightly.

"Your Majesty, you can't ask anything, he's gone crazy." The guard whispered.

As if to confirm the guard's words, Cheng Falcon stopped repeating his Ah Fang, but began to sing.

"When the sky is frightened, the spirit is angry, and the wilderness is ...... be killed and abandoned"

"Can't get in and out, don't go back, the plain is so .....far away"

"With a long sword, the Qin bow will be carried away, and the first body will not be punished.....

"Honesty is both brave and martial, and in the end it is strong and invincible..."

Awkward Chu sound, quirky tunes. Coupled with the strange posture made by Cheng Falcon shaking his penetrated body, it made this basement a little gloomy, and the bright torch in the eyes of the guards also became a little dim.

Yang Shan glanced at Cheng Falcon. Turned around and left, walking up step by step. The wall closed behind him, completely blocking out the singing.

The harem of the beams is brightly lit.

Seeing the guard of honor coming from afar, a concubine waiting outside the Son of Heaven's bedroom bent her knees to greet her.

"What's the matter with the queen at such a late hour?" Yang Shan asked, not looking at the woman in front of him.

"Your Majesty, last time Your Majesty said that the lamb soup made by the concubine was delicious, and the concubine specially made a supper." Queen Shili said.

"It's delicious last time, and this time I don't think the yokan is delicious." Yang Shan said. Lift up your feet and enter the temple.

The queen stood in place with an embarrassed expression, neither walking nor entering, and finally hid her face and walked away.

"These people, even if they are pleasing people, are also so coy and annoying."

In the dormitory, Yang Shan, who had taken off his outer robe, said.

Not like her.

"It's made for you, isn't it delicious?"

There seemed to be a woman reclining and sitting in front of her.

A smile appeared on the corner of Yang Shan's mouth, but it disappeared immediately, and he lowered his gaze and stepped forward. The chamberlains raised the curtains and watched as the emperor entered step by step.

The layout of the dormitory is simple, and the attendants all retreat. Even if the charcoal fire is lit on a winter night, it still feels cold and empty.

Yang Shan stood on the edge of the bed and looked at the cases beside him, covered with a black cloth.

"Afang." He said, "It's good to have you." ”

As he spoke, he reached out and lifted the black cloth, revealing the box under it.

This is a crystal box, exquisitely bright, bright and dazzling, and if you look closely, the bright and dazzling in the middle is actually a heart.

It seems that the heart has just been plucked off. Bright bright red.

Yang Shan stretched out his hand and stroked it.

"Fang, you've been here by yourself for a day. It's lonely. He said, sitting down. Don't be afraid, I'm back, I'll accompany you. ”

He smiled again as he said this.

"You accompany me too."

"I will always be with you, and you will always be with me."

"That's great."

When he said this, he looked at the crystal box, and suddenly his expression changed, and he couldn't help but hold the box with both hands, as if he wanted to see it clearly.

"Someone, someone." He shouted violently.

The lights in the bedroom were lit one by one, especially around the crystal box.

A thin man lifted up from the crystal box, his brow furrowed.

"How?" Yang Shan asked.

"Your Majesty, it's rotting indeed." The man said.

As soon as these words came out, Yang Shan raised his foot suddenly, and the man staggered and fell to the ground, but he didn't dare to resist and stood up and knelt down.

"Bastard."

Scolding fell overhead.

"How can it rot! Didn't you say it wouldn't rot? Ah Fang's heart, how can it rot! She's going to be with me for the rest of my life! ”

The attendants in the room also trembled on their knees.

"Is this box broken?" Someone whispered, "Go and get another one." ”

The kneeling man prostrates.

"No way, this crystal box will never break." He said.

Yang Shan stopped in front of him.

"Then you say, why is that?" He shouted, his handsome face was a little distorted, making people dare not look at it directly, "Why is my Ah Fang's heart rotten?" ”

The man gritted his teeth.

"Your Highness, Niangniang's heart is very likely to be wasted." He said.

Scrapped?

When people are dead, their hearts are naturally wasted.

What these warlocks say is a strange thing.

The attendants bowed their heads and discussed.

"How could her heart be wasted!" Yang Shan sneered, "Nangong, don't forget, I am the son-in-law of the Cheng family. ”

Although it is not as talented as the people of the Cheng clan, after so many years of hearing and seeing, it is not something that a casual warlock can deceive and deceive.

The man prostrates.

"I don't dare." He hurriedly said, hesitating for a moment, "The minister said that this is not the mother's heart, so it will be abolished." ”

Yang Shan laughed even more.

"Isn't this Afang's heart?" He said, "I dug it out of her with my own hands!" Will I be mistaken for my Afang? ”

The man looked up with a little trepidation, yes, what was going on? It stands to reason that it shouldn't, but why is it just like that?

Why does a person's heart suddenly change when it is not?

What's going on?

The heart in the crystal box rotted faster and faster, and as they spoke, the original bright red turned black.

Yang Shan pounced and hugged the box tightly.

"Afang, Afang!" He shouted loudly.

I don't know if it's too excited, or something else, the footsteps of the person staggered, and he stretched out his hand to cover his heart.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

The attendants poured up, and the hall became chaotic.

"Doctor, doctor."

Yang Shan had fallen to the ground, holding his heart with one hand, as if his heart was being taken off little by little, but the other hand was still clutching the crystal box.

The heart in the box eventually turned into a mass of charred rotten flesh.

Fang! Fang! Come back! Come back!

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Heaven and earth seemed to mingle, and the pre-dawn darkness darkened everything in sight.

In the swamp, the chirping of insects stopped abruptly, and there was a sound of clattering in the distance, followed by a few bits of green light, accompanied by the sound of whirring jets.

The hounds sniffed with their heads down, and suddenly stopped and looked in one direction.

Behind them, there was the sound of horses' hooves, and bright torches approaching.

The hounds barked and pounced in one direction, and the wind that they brought up made the thatch shake, and suddenly a rabbit jumped on the other side, and ran out like an arrow in the night.

The hounds jerked in and turned to pounce on the rabbits, buzzing and roaring in pursuit, splashing patches of muddy water in the swamp.

"Over there!"

The centaur who had followed shouted in the direction of the hound, urging the horse to follow.

"That's not right." The scribe shouted, looking up at the sky.

The sky was dark, and his face was a little hesitant under the torch, and he stretched out his hand to calculate.

"It shouldn't be over there." He muttered.

"Where do I go?" The leading general shouted.

The scribe frowned, as if he had been struggling to decide.

"Forget it, let's chase over there first, anyway, it's just such a place, they can't run away." The general shouted.

That's right, the scribe nodded.

The centaurs chased after the hounds.

After some chasing, I finally saw the hound returning with a rabbit in his mouth, and the general led by him scolded his mother and wanted to turn the horse's head.

A firework suddenly lit up in the night sky, lighting up almost half of the sky.

"Oops, something happened in the capital." The general shouted, pointing out.

Everyone looked over, and looked stunned under the torches.

"Go, go, go, go back to Jiangzhou Mansion quickly."

With an order, the hounds returned in a chaotic manner and galloped away in the wilderness.

The marsh was quiet again, the sound of insects began to chirp, the east turned white, the darkness faded, and the blue glow was clouded.

The thatch in the swamp shook for a while, and someone came out, his clothes were soaked, and he was standing in the mud, and he was shivering all over his body in the winter, and his teeth collided, but he didn't care about keeping warm, but hurriedly unbuttoned his outer robe, and took out a quilt from his close-fitting chest.

Another woman trembled and crawled out of the muddy water and fell to the ground.

"Little master... How's ....." She said in a trembling voice.

The man opened the cover and looked inside.

The baby was still asleep, ruddy-faced, and vomited a blister.

The man couldn't help but laugh.

"Let's go." He said, "Let's go." ”

He wrapped the child back in his chest, and while he picked up the woman on the ground, the two of them stumbled forward.

The sky is shining, the sun is rising, and a new day is coming.

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