After hesitating for a moment, Yu Wenxian still nodded, the news of Jiangling's defeat, obviously Yang Jian, Wei Xiaokuan and others did not hide it from Yu Wenyong, the war situation has reached the point of no return, and there is no point in concealing it.

"Lu Teng is just leaving······" Yu Wenyong muttered, "It was I who insisted on going to the door to invite the old general to the south, but I didn't expect it to be the old general······ Ahem! ”

As Yu Wenyong spoke, he coughed violently, which frightened Yu Wenxian and the imperial doctors who were waiting not far away subconsciously wanted to step forward, but Yu Wenyong stretched out his hand to stop them, coughed twice, and said to himself:

"Old Seven, I, ahem, I respect your choice, but you have also seen the current situation, that island Yi ······ Daoyi still has the strength to fight with us, and even, cough cough, it can even threaten Xiangyang and threaten the hinterland of the Central Plains of my Great Zhou, I, I just left, I don't worry, I don't want to be reconciled! ”

The whole world has not been unified, and the banner of the Great Zhou has not been planted in every corner of Kyushu, how can you be willing?

"Your Majesty, what are you talking about!" Yu Wenxian suddenly frowned, "What is gone, this is impossible!" As long as Your Majesty ·······"

Yu Wenyong stretched out his hand and grabbed Yu Wenxian's wrist suddenly, so that Yu Wenxian had to stop. With all his strength open, Yu Wenyong looked at his younger brother:

"Old Seven, I know my body in my own heart, so I don't need you to comfort me more. This serious illness, ahem, I can't survive it. I only hope, ahem, I just hope that you don't shirk and help me······· Help me take care of those people outside the door, and look forward to the world! ”

"Your Majesty!" Yu Wenxian's eyes were already red, he knew that this was already Yu Wenyong's entrusting to him, and the tears in his eyes couldn't help but roll.

Yuwen Yong barely squeezed out a smile: "Old Seven, you are also a good man of our Yuwen clan, don't cry horse pee, cough cough, shame!" I ······ This is asking you as your brother, agreeing to me, ahem, okay? ”

Yu Wenxian clenched Yu Wenyong's hand tightly and nodded solemnly: "Brother, don't worry!" Even if the subordinate brother is broken to pieces, he must also protect the safety of Qianbo (author's note: Yuwenyun, the prince of the Northern Zhou Dynasty), and protect the Great Zhou and the world that belong to my Yuwen clan! ”

With a slight bow, Yu Wenyong slowly closed his eyes: "Let Pu Liuru and a few of them come in." ”

Yu Wenxian hesitated for a moment, and glanced at the eunuch behind him, and the eunuch hurriedly went out to bring in the impatient civil and military officials who were already waiting outside.

And when the officials led by Pu Liuru walked in, Yu Wenyong's face was slightly red, and he used his last strength to sit up, so frightened that Yu Wenxian hurriedly stepped forward to help. Yu Wenyong gasped and smiled bitterly: "I ······ I don't want to lie down and die like an old man. ”

"See Your Majesty." Pu Liuru bowed first, and the officials behind him also saluted, the officials of the Han nationality all bowed to the Han family, and the officials of the Xianbei tribe knelt directly on one knee. They had already realized what was going on with Yu Wenyong in front of them.

Yu Wenyong put away the self-deprecating smile on his face, and looked at the respectful officials, they followed him loyally all the way, dusty and exhausted, but I don't know how many of them will not be able to hide their ugly faces after they die?

"You are ······ with King Qi Assist the prince and rule the world! Yu Wenyong's voice was trembling, and his hands and body were trembling, as if this was the last word he could say.

And these words fell heavily on the ground, and there was a loud sound.

In the entire side hall, there was a dead silence.

"Minister, obey!" Pu Liuru was the first to say aloud.

"Minister, obey!" Later, Zheng Yi and other civil and military officials said in unison.

And in the midst of this fluctuating voice, Yu Wenyong reluctantly showed a smile again, slowly leaned on Yu Wenxian's shoulder, and never moved again.

Pu Liuru noticed something, and subconsciously raised his head, and the pair of eyes in front of him had been closed, and no longer made him tremble and uncomfortable.

With a sigh of relief in her heart, Pu Liuru didn't know whether she should cry or laugh at this time. It should be lamented that there is one less difficult opponent to deal with, or that I am happy that I have a better opportunity for some reason.

Yu Wenyong is gone, as long as he can control his good son-in-law Yu Wenyun, a Yu Wenxian who is foolish and loyal to his brother, what is it? There are Turkic people who take advantage of the fire to rob in the north, and there are islands in the south, in the world of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, without the pillar of optimus like Yuwenyong, who can support it?

Who else has such a wrist and mind other than himself?

That son-in-law who only knows how to spend time drinking, eating, drinking and having fun?

Pu Liuru ah Pu Liuru, this is really a mouthful and ugly name, one day, I want to let all the despicable Xianbei people here only know their Han names, so that their Han names will always shine in history.

Yang Jian, soft as willow, solid as a rock.

"Your Majesty?" Yu Wenxian had no time to take care of the rest, and tried to shake Yu Wenyong gently, and then trembled and stretched out his hand to probe Yu Wenyong's snort, and then his face changed greatly, and tears couldn't help but flow down his cheeks, "Your Majesty!" ”

"Your Majesty—" For a while, in the entire side hall, the sound of wailing shook the sky.

And soon this wail spread to the outside of the palace, and the Northern Zhou soldiers who were standing blankly looked at the direction from which the sound came, and slowly lowered their heads in rows, heading towards the direction of the palace.

"Your Majesty—" A cry accompanied by a howling wind rushed straight into the sky!

In the first year of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, the Southern Chen Taijian was ten years, and on the twenty-first day of June, the Northern Zhou Emperor Yuwen Yong was seriously ill on the way back to Chang'an after withdrawing his troops, and had to be stationed in Luoyang, and died of illness on the same day.

At that time, Wang Yu Wenxian of the Northern Zhou Dynasty Qi and Yang Jian of the Zhuguo Pu Liuru clan jointly signed the song to fly to Chang'an, and the prince Yu Wenyun, who stayed in Chang'an, cried and bowed to the east three times, and ordered a national mourning as the new monarch.

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Chen Ji, who was far away in Jiankang Mansion, received the news from the north within a day. The emperor died, and it was obvious that the Northern Zhou had no intention of hiding anything, so when Nan Chen's Tanma learned the news of this thunderbolt on a sunny day, he sent him back to Jiankang Mansion as soon as possible.

"Yu Wenyong······ He's dead. Chen Ji slowly put down the music and muttered like a dream.

The sun is shining brightly outside the window, the trees in the courtyard are hanging their branches weakly, and the sound of cicadas is a sign of vitality and vitality in summer.

And it was in this warm wind and sunshine that Chen Ji had an indescribable sense of powerlessness.

This opponent, who had brought countless troubles to himself and made him anxious again and again, just left, and at this moment, Chen Ji actually had an inexplicable sense of emptiness.

Don't know who your next opponent will be and where it is?

And you still have so much energy to deal with them?

You have to know that you are getting old.

Chen Ji thought quietly, looking at his outstretched hand, there were already wrinkles on it.