In the battle of Yancheng, the whole army was annihilated, the city was lost, a large area of land was scorched, and the strongest gate in the north was opened. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

On the day the news reached Shengjing, the emperor sitting on the throne lost his mind for a moment, and then smiled indifferently. As if the loss of mind was nothing more than a delusion.

However, what no one expected was that the emperor on the throne died violently on the third day after the fall of Yancheng.

The moment Yu Fei received the decree from Father-in-law Fu, she thought it was just a joke, but the serious expression on Father-in-law Fu's face who came to announce the decree told her bluntly that it was not a joke.

After the death of Emperor Bai Ping, she succeeded to the throne.

The Lord of the Dead Country.

When Yu Fei put on a dark dragon robe symbolizing the Yasukuni Emperor, she had a mocking smile on her face. Her father was really a willful and cold man.

The man who once sat on the throne, named Bai Chenyu, succeeded to the throne at the age of twenty-nine until he died violently, ruled for forty years, and the emperor was Ping.

Emperor Bai Ping has been brilliant since he was a child, and when he was a teenager, he went deep into the Jiang and Yue countries north of Mobei single-handedly, but no one knows why, since he succeeded to the throne one day his temperament has changed greatly.

But Yu Fei knew why Emperor Bai Ping was like this, even if she didn't know what was going on at that time. She is the most similar to Emperor Bai Ping, but she can clearly guess the thoughts of Emperor Bai Ping, who always seems to be smiling, and she has lost her beloved and has no love. Therefore, the world is used to accompany the funeral.

He has a deep affection for one person, and it doesn't matter to anyone else for this, even if he loves him the same deeply, just like her mother, the concubine Yan who blocked a knife for Emperor Bai Ping.

Yu Fei sat on the throne where Emperor Bai Ping once sit, and below her was a group of courtiers who were worried or had to get by.

"How much longer?"

As soon as the question came out, above the court, the courtiers in front of her all changed their faces. Just when Yu Fei thought that no one would answer her, a young man in a green court dress stood up. He bowed respectfully to Yu Fei and spoke.

"Your Majesty, there is still a month before the soldiers come to the city."

"Yes......"

"Your Majesty, the minister thinks that the capital can be moved."

"Your Majesty, the minister seconded the proposal."

"The minister seconded the proposal."

……

Listening to the ministers in the court seconding the move of the capital one after another, Yu Fei rubbed his somewhat sore forehead and waved his hand to withdraw from the court. In such a turbulent and turbulent era, where can the capital be moved, and what can be done if it is moved. The bell of the Garan Temple has already sounded, and the death of the country is only a matter of time, so why should it be dying? It's just a matter of providence.

Sighing, Yu Fei looked at the empty hall and slowly stood up. Step by step, he walked out of the main hall and looked up at the sky. This royal city is more like a prison for imprisoning emperors.

Before the death of the country, she could still take a last good look at the prosperous and corrupt Shengjing, and a month later, the soldiers came to the city, and the era of Yasukuni's 700-year rule was about to pass. Who will write a new chapter and a new dynasty?

Dynasties change, cycle after cycle, prosperity and decline.

It's just that she never thought that she would be the master of Yasukuni's demise.

Yongping twenty-five years. May.

The sun was scorching, and it was already hot in May, making people want to change into a summer shirt. Walking in the bustling Beijing again, the rain is not full of mixed feelings. There was no fear on the faces of the people about to come to the city, yes, all the military information was hidden from the people, but even if they knew, most of the people in Shengjing would continue to live the same life as the day before.

Shengjing is such a city, with a sound of dogs and horses, and a drunken gold fan.

"Your Majesty, master. The latest news came from the front. The man with the knife in his hand searched around, and finally found Yufei looking at the street in the restaurant.

"How?" Yu Fei didn't turn his head, just looked intently at the bustling crowd below.

"Three days later, the soldiers came to the city."

The man's hand tightly grasped the weapon in his hand, and the newly succeeded emperor in front of him seemed to be determined to be a king of the dead country, and every day in addition to listening to the courtiers report on the situation in various places, he was to find a random place on the street and sit on one side for a day.

"Jiaqi, although I know that you are very dissatisfied, but this is also something that cannot be helped, it is just another cycle of dynasty changes." Saying that, Yu Fei withdrew her gaze from looking at the crowd on the street, and she turned her head to look at Jia Qi, revealing a nonchalant smile. "Moreover, as the king of the dead country, I don't care, why do you have such an expression?"

"Your Majesty, master." Jia Qi frowned, he couldn't say anything to refute Yu Fei.

"Well, don't be so serious." Yu Fei stood up as he spoke, moving his body. "We're back."

Yu Fei returned to the royal city, and in front of her, a group of old ministers seconded the proposal in a letter, talking about the relocation of the capital.

Looking at the group of courtiers in front of him, who were mostly sixtieth year, Yu Fei sighed. It's time.

"Shut up." A cold sentence made the imperial study, which was originally like a vegetable market, instantly restore quiet. In the eyes is a gaze that has made up its mind.

"Three days later, the gates of the city will be opened."

"Your Majesty, this must not be done, the foundation of Dajing for 700 years cannot be destroyed in one fell swoop." The old minister trembled and knelt down, with a cry in his voice.

"Cycle after cycle, dynasties change, prosperity and decline. That's how the world is. Yu Fei stood up and approached the old minister who was kneeling on the ground and crying step by step. There was a calm look on her face, and she didn't care how shocking what she said. "Seven hundred years have passed, and it is time for the reign of Dajing to end. Isn't the last year of the previous dynasty just like today? ”

After Yu Fei's words were finished, she scanned the ministers present with her eyes, and was not surprised that there was a shocked look on the faces of the ministers.

"After three days, not only were the gates of the city opened, but the doors of this palace were also opened to them, and there was only one throne, but there was more than one leader of the rebels." Yu Fei smiled, there is a price to pay for wanting to be on this throne. At this moment, the old ministers of the three dynasties thought for a moment that he had seen the young Emperor Bai Zhi. The high-spirited Bai Chenyu who broke into the Jiang and Yue countries alone with only one person. Not the emperor who sat on the throne and watched the world like a child's play.

Yu Fei finished what she had to say, and looking at the courtier's thoughtfulness, she turned around and left the imperial study. There's one more person she'll have to settle in one last time.

Inside the royal city, Xiyue Palace.

Yu Fei waved his hand to signal the palace maid to go down, and then approached the child who was gesturing with branches in the open space step by step. Looking at the little boy's movements, Yu Fei showed a warm smile on his face.

Hearing the laughter, the child turned his head. When he saw someone coming, he dropped the branch in his hand and threw himself at Yufei.

"Sister Huang." The voice is soft and waxy.

"Ozawa is getting better and better." Squatting down, touching the child's head, and gently pinching his cheek, Yu Fei picked up the little boy who was called Ozawa.

"Sister Huang, where are we going?" Bai Ze looked at the unfamiliar palace wall around him, and he looked at Yu Fei who was holding him with wide eyes.

"Xiao Ze, my brother will take you out of here in a while, remember, no matter who asks you in the future, don't say that your name is Bai Ze." After walking around with Bai Ze in his arms for a long time, Yu Fei came to a remote palace.

At the entrance of the palace stood Jia Qi, dressed in blue, and there were several men and women dressed similarly to Jia Qi. Seeing Yu Fei coming with Bai Ze in his arms, the faces of several people invariably showed solemn expressions.

"Bai Ze will be handed over to you, and you will not be allowed to step into Shengjing from now on."

Bai Ze opened his eyes and looked at the imperial sister who was smiling at her in the past, and suddenly became like his father, looking cold. He tugged at Yufei's clothes.

"Sister Huang, smile."

Lowering his head and gently touching Bai Ze's forehead with his forehead, Yu Fei showed a light smile. Then he handed Bai Ze to Jia Qi, and his eyes regained a coldness again.

"Please."

"Yes," Jia Qi bowed slightly, and then left with Bai Ze in his arms and his companion.

It wasn't until Jia Qi's figure disappeared into this remote palace that Yu Fei turned around and walked to the next place.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on Yu Fei, who was wearing an orange palace dress, and her shadow stretched long. Step by step, she walked through the royal city, a place she hated but loved dearly.

Three days later.

The rebellious army walked all the way from outside the city into the royal city without hindrance, and the man led by the man frowned when he saw the palace maid quietly doing her own thing quietly in the royal city and not minding that the royal city was invaded.

Could it be that this is the whole set up by the king of the dead country? But even then we can only move forward.

Calming down, the man walked towards the main hall step by step. The palace maids and eunuchs in charge of guarding saw someone passing by, so they nodded slightly.

It's weird.

There were many questions in his heart, but the man still walked into the hall with his legs raised. The palace is splendid, ingenious. The King of the Dead sat quietly on the throne of the main hall, smiling at the men who had entered.

"You're here." She spoke, her voice pleasant.

The man thought that the woman on the throne was talking to him, and he was about to speak, but a warm voice came from behind him.

"I'm coming."

The man wanted to turn his head, but the owner of the voice had already stepped forward from behind him. It was the mysterious man who had been guiding them along. Step by step, he walked towards the throne of the king of the dead country.

"Ryuyue, it's really you." Yu Fei's voice was faint, faintly with amazement. Her eyes closed and slowly opened. Then he smiled. "There is a price to pay for wanting to sit on this throne, are you ready?" As she said this, her gaze crossed Ryu's eyes to the man.

What the?

Yu Fei's hand gently pressed a raised button on the throne, accompanied by the sound of a click and a click. Sharp hidden weapons shot at Yu Fei on the throne from all directions, but none of them really hurt her, just slashed at her side. But just a moment later, Yufei's light blue palace dress bloomed with red plums.

"I, Bai Ruoshui, the twenty-fifth emperor of Yasukuni, are called peace. He reigned seventy-three days. The city was broken, and Yasukuni was destroyed. Ahahahaha...... Ahem......" Yu Fei whispered first, then she laughed, and after laughing, she let out a violent cough. His body curled up in a ball from coughing. Black blood slowly oozed from between her fingers.

She stood up, staggered her body, pushed away Ryuyue, who wanted to hold her, and walked step by step towards the man who was frightened by the sudden change.

"As an emperor, you must first break off love, and then you have to ......" Halfway through the words, Yu Fei's body fell to the ground. However, the cold gaze when she looked at the man was deeply remembered by the man.

When the man was still distracted by Yu Fei's words and eyes, Liuyue had already left with Yu Fei in his arms. That day, the blood dripped from the main hall in the royal city all the way to the outside of Wang Cheng.

"Yufei, let's be together." Ryuyue's voice was incalculable, and the murmuring seemed to be audible only to him. But another man heard, or a soul heard.

"Okay."

From that day on, Ryuyue would always carry a white oil-paper umbrella on his body, and if someone asked him, he would just smile and not answer. He assisted the new monarch and was named the national teacher by the new monarch, and then he stayed in the national teacher's mansion all the year round, playing the piano, playing chess, or painting a picture of a lady in blue clothes in an empty place.

If there is an old man from the previous dynasty, he will recognize that the woman with peach and plum on his painting is the last king of the former dynasty.

When the summer cicadas are singing. Ryuyue sat down in front of the easel with a final touch of the pen and then smiled with satisfaction.

"I'm done." As he spoke, he motioned for Yu Fei to come forward and look at the painting he had made.

"Yufei, are you still satisfied with the picture I painted?" Ryuyue looked at Yu Fei, who was holding an umbrella, with a light smile on his face.

Approaching the easel, Yu Fei looked at himself on the painting and pondered for a long time, then spoke. "Satisfied, satisfied, but can't you paint a picture of me in red?"

"I'm sorry, but every time I pick up a pen with red paint, I can't help but think of that day."