It was as dark as night.

Lightning.

The torrential rain poured down.

As soon as the rain fell, it was wrapped in the filth in the air, splashing the earthy smell all over the ground, and it was unbearable to be hot and humid.

This feeling is the same as the current situation, sticky and very uncomfortable.

The Song Dynasty was already preparing for the westward expedition, with great fanfare, claiming that it would use 500,000 troops, and now, Fengxiang Mansion, Jingzhao Mansion, Jiangling Mansion, and Xiangzhou have large armies from other places to replenish the camp every day.

And His Majesty the Great Qin Emperor also issued an edict, just wait for the autumn, will drive the royal conquest, this time, to smash Bianliang, and return the world to peace.

The Great War is on the verge of breaking out.

On the Xuanwu Gate Tower, the guard on duty Zhong Xin stood under the corridor, fanned the fan hard, unconsciously put his left hand to his neck, unbuttoned the button, felt the heat wave gushing out of the chest, stopped for a few breaths, and buckled it again, he must lead by example, otherwise he was patrolled by the inspector, and the baguette service was light.

In the rain curtain outside the city, the sound of horses' hooves mixed with the sound of tassel bells suddenly sounded.

Zhong Xinqian stood up straight, abandoned the fan and pressed the knife, and stared into the distance, but the rain curtain was hazy, and it was difficult to see clearly for a while, until he was close to a stone's throw away, and he saw clearly the red feather on the head of the rider, and the red flag that was softly pasted into a cloth stick behind the saddle.

"It's the Hongling Urgent Messenger who is in an urgent hurry for eight hundred miles, ringing the news bell."

On the corner tower, there were already three rings of the bell in a row, and then the towering watchtower in the city also rang three bells, and the relay was transmitted to the inner city.

Qin Yue changed his clothes as fast as he could, and when he arrived at the front hall, Hongling was in a hurry and had already stepped on the middle door.

"Report ...... Letter from Bianliang. ”

As soon as he heard that it was from Bianliang, it must have something to do with the war, and Jia Yin, who rushed out almost at the same time as Qin Yue, grabbed the letterbox, wiped the rain with his sleeve, checked the seal, and then screwed the cover to unfold the letter.

After reading the ten lines at a glance, the whole person was stunned, and at this moment, a thunder exploded in the sky, and the thick purple lightning poked out its tentacles in mid-air, and pounced fiercely, Jia Yin couldn't help but shudder.

Qin Yue was suspicious in his heart, snatched the letter paper, and at a glance, it was fixed there, and it was like a wooden chicken.

After a long time, the brothers glanced at each other and said in unison: "How can this be?" ”

How is this happening?

Song Jiuzhong, who is as strong as a bear and has almost unparalleled martial arts skills in the world, suddenly fell ill and died!

Song Jiong ascended the throne in front of the coffin.

Qin Yue came back to his senses for a long time,, it won't be the "Candle Shadow Axe" staged early, I was thinking about it before that Song Jiuzhong would return to his position early, but he really hiccuped, and his heart was empty and uncomfortable.

"This rain, it's inconvenient for the old people to come out, we are young, we all go to Sikong Mansion to discuss matters, come to people, go to all walks of life to greet them, and inform other people to go to Sikong Mansion."

"No."

After Qin Yue gave the order, Jia Yin rubbed his hands and said, "Wait for me, I want to bring a knife." ”

Qin Yue kicked him angrily, "Something happened in Bianjing, what are you panicking, come here, prepare the car." ”

"No."

"Then I'll prepare the horses."

", get in the car."

Jia Yin didn't know why, he suddenly became nervous, that one, in his mind, had surpassed Lin Renzhao and became the opponent in the first rank, the feeling of being as steady as Mount Tai, and I don't know how many times he entered his dreamland, was the biggest driving force for him to practice martial arts.

How can it be said that death is death?

Unless the head is broken, a strong man who stabs him with a knife must at least stab him seventeen or eighteen times in a row.

Qin Yue knew his brother best, and patted the back of his head, "What do you want to do so much, a cup of medicine, and the immortals will also be knocked down." ”

"You know?"

"Guess, if there is no edict to pass on the throne, it will be almost inseparable, heh, the throne is really a good thing, brothers are on the wall, and there is no family affection at all."

"Without the edict of succession, how can he become the emperor?"

"He is the king of Jin, and he is the Yin of Kaifeng Mansion, which can be regarded as the recognized successor to the throne in the Central Plains."

"Then doesn't Song Jiuzhong have many sons?"

"This is a mystery for the ages, what we want is not to explore what secret is behind this, but to think about what we should do in the current situation."

Jia Yin rolled up his sleeves and said angrily: "Then what else is there to think about, fight, Song Jiuzhong is shameless, drinking and fighting are still quite open, and he died like this, it's a pity, as for the black fat man, bah, he wanted to seek my land back then, insidious and despicable, I heard that he is the best woman, no, I have to cut off his head as a ball kick, cut off his roots and feed Wang Ba." ”

"This is what your tiger should look like, let's go."

Jia Yin smiled, reached out and took the rain, only to feel extremely cold.

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It is also raining in Bianjing, it rained for a whole day and a night, destroying countless houses, as far as the eye can see, an ocean, a mess, now, the rain is getting smaller, but I don't know whether it is going to turn sunny or accumulate a wave of power.

Palace.

A piece of vegetarian.

Silence.

Only the white flags hung heavily in the wind and rain.

In the vertical arch hall, Song Jiong leaned sideways and sat on the throne, his left hand on the armrest, his right hand on the edge of the table, his fingers unconsciously tapped on the tabletop, his eyes seemed to be closed, and his demeanor was the same as Song Jiuzhong.

In the first place on the left side of the throne, sitting is Zhao Pu, the servant of the door, and the one who sits respectfully with half of his buttocks on his side is the imperial doctor Cheng Dexuan. The first person in the front right, who was silently sipping tea, was the privy envoy Li Chongju, and the one standing quietly in front of the throne with a whisk in his hand was Wang Jien, the chamberlain.

In addition, there is also a kind old monk in the hall, sitting quietly under Li Chongju, silently plucking the Buddha beads.

Song Jiong can succeed, there are many factors in all aspects, and there are many people who act under orders, but these few people in front of him can be said to be his vajra protectors.

Speaking of which, he and Zhao Pu have been incompatible in the past two years, but who knows that this one is the closest comrade-in-arms.

In addition to the monks, all five people are dressed in linen clothes, which are made of the coarsest raw linen, and the broken parts are exposed without the edges, indicating that they are not decorated to grieve the sorrow, which is called "cutting the decline", but there is no sadness on the faces of the five people, and it is difficult to suppress the joy and excitement.

On the contrary, Song Jiong's face sometimes showed melancholy and guilt.

Three years ago, when the queen mother said her last words, there was a deep estrangement between him and the imperial brother.

Two years ago, when the imperial brother insisted on moving the capital, there was a situation between him and the imperial brother.

In the past few years, the imperial brother has not been too good to himself, at least more than twice as good as his son, but behind the blind connivance and praise, he knows what the imperial brother has in mind.

Don't you just want to emulate Zheng Bo's wisdom, you really think you are a common uncle, heh.

If you can bear it, I can wait, until you show your hideous minions first.

Then don't blame the ruthlessness of being a younger brother.

Song Jiong has actually always admired the imperial brother, on martial arts, on mind, courage, and ability, they are all examples for him to learn, but the more he learns, the deeper he understands, and the head-on confrontation, the imperial brother can pinch himself to death in the blink of an eye.

But no matter how strong a person is, he also has weaknesses, and the biggest weakness of the royal brother is to be faced, which is typical of wanting to be a bitch and wanting to set up a memorial arch, even if he hates it in his heart, the smile on his face is only more sincere.

That's enough.

Attack one point, regardless of the rest.

He succeeded, and after suffering from the moxa burn, a few days later, the result of the brother's night drink was that the royal brother closed his eyes forever, and he sat on the dragon chair smoothly.

Although the price paid is also very large, even if it is twice the cost, it is worth it.

"Amitabha."

"Ahh

Song Jiong sat up straight, rubbed his face vigorously, and took the opportunity to organize the language, "Well, I was distracted just now, but I didn't think about this." ”

Song Jiong smiled, and Fang Surong said: "I have been close to the Buddha in my life, and the oath before the Buddha should be followed as one, as long as I can bless the great Song Dynasty and the people." ”

The old monk got up slowly and saluted: "My Buddha is merciful, and I will resolve all misfortunes and protect all people." ”

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Off topic:

The Song brothers are very fond of Buddhism, after Song Jiu re-ascended the throne, Guo Rong's period of the relevant regulations on the release of the door were abolished, is the age of shaving Tongxing (monks and nuns who have not been spy) 8,000 people, and gave 4.71 million monks and other 157 people to travel to the Western Regions.

However, it was also controlled, and since the second year, there have been decrees such as banning the destruction of bronze statues, banning iron casting floating temples and Buddha statues.

But Song Jiong's worship of Buddha, the Internet will be included in the history of the five unsolved secrets, the first year of his accession to the throne, he shaved the child line of 170,000 people, all over the country to build Buddhist temples, and taste "I have been close to the Buddha's seat, but not through the fate of the ear", the cast of the eighty-two bronze Buddha statues have been passed down to this day, his faith has also affected the descendants, three daughters, seven daughters respectively as nuns.

According to online information, in 2011, there were about 13,000 monasteries and about 200,000 monks and nuns in China.

Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate.