The emperor collapsed, the world was silent, and all the people mourned.

Seven days to prepare everything for the Holy Burial was extremely stressful. Therefore, the three divisions and the six divisions are actively working together, striving to be able to make Jun Yuyi's holy burial extremely majestic after seven days.

In the past seven days, there has been an air of anxiety and urgency in the sky over the entire capital.

As far as the eye can see, the whole city is snow-white, seeing off the holy car.

The Emperor of the Ages is no match for the erosion of time. The eternal generals, in the long river of secluded history, are just a puddle of water, and they can't set off wind and waves.

Northern Xinjiang, naturally, also got the news that the Great Emperor of Beiyuan, Jun Yu, was easy to collapse, and it came into the ears of the thirteen generals of Beiyuan, who were the only ones today.

On the waist of the armor worn by Feng Qingyu, there was a wisp of white wrapped cloth, and he stood on the top of the mountain with a somewhat depressed expression, looking at the sky with hollow and deep eyes, and fell into deep thought.

The soldiers guarding the defense line on the frontier were all wearing vegetarian heads, and their faces were solemn and sad. Their emperor died, and Jun Yuyi, who had guarded the peace of the Northern Abyss for decades, fell asleep, how could the army not be shocked and sad?

The breeze blew through Feng Qingyu's white temples, and his dry and colorless face finally showed a look of retrospection and remembrance.

"Your Majesty, Lao Wen is gone, even you are gone." Feng Qingyu looked at the empty and endless sky, slowly opened his chapped lips, and whispered sadly: "In the troubled times, I am the only one left, how long have I lasted?" ”

The thirteen generals of the northern abyss have shocked an era. Anyone who has lived through the bloody war and turmoil of decades ago knows very well what kind of era it was. One person is here, and ten thousand armies are intimidated; A roar shook the heavens and the earth; One will come out, full of bones.

Dozens of years ago, when Beiyuan was just established, how could the two behemoths of Shu and Liguo hope that Beiyuan would rise? However, there is Jun Yuyi in Beiyuan who controls the internal affairs of the dynasty and the internal affairs of the government, and there are thirteen generals outside to guard all parties, and Shu and Liguo cannot attack at all, so they can only watch Beiyuan and them divide the world.

However, when the Beiyuan Kingdom was completely settled, the thirteen generals of the Beiyuan disappeared one after another after returning to Beijing, including Ximenxiong, the king of Zhenyuan, who was the head of the thirteen generals, was also imprisoned in the prison for more than ten years.

Feng Qingyu knew very well in his heart that this was Jun Yuyi's fault, and it was not Jun Yuyi's fault. If Jun Yuyi hadn't been ruthless more than ten years ago, Beiyuan would have become history by now!

Beiyuan has just stabilized, and the people support not Jun Yuyi, who stabilized the situation in the rear, but the thirteen generals of Beiyuan who fought on the battlefield. If the subordinate generals and soldiers have something to think about, even if the thirteen generals of Beiyuan do not rebel and seize the throne, it will be difficult to be stable.

Therefore, Jun Yuyi can only choose like that, because there is no other option.

The thirteen generals of the northern abyss were reduced to nothing overnight, leaving only three people. Ximen Xiong, the king of Zhenyuan, was imprisoned in the prison for more than ten years, while Feng Qingyu and Liu Xunji were guarding the frontier to resist Shu and leave the country.

At a glance, time quietly flowed through his fingers, and the thirteen generals of the Northern Abyss were left with only him, Feng Qingyu, and the Great Emperor of the Northern Abyss, Jun Yuyi, had already come to an end.

At this moment, Feng Qingyu didn't know what it was like in his heart, and he couldn't describe it in words.

"What are we sweating and dying our eyebrows white?" Feng Qingyu stood proudly on the top of the mountain alone, muttering to himself with a sad face.

After a long time, as a cold wind whistled by, Feng Qingyu slowly closed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Beiyuan Country, carrying the hopes of all of us, until the last moment, I will also guard the front line, you can rest assured." ”

Feng Qingyu is here, the northern Xinjiang is there, and if he leaves the country, he will not dare to attack and enter the country at will. This is the deterrence of the thirteen generals of the North Abyss, and this is the Feng Qingyu of the proud Kyushu.

Some people in the Kyushu Continent often think: A Feng Qingyu is so proud of the world, so that those who leave the country dare not commit it easily, if the thirteen generals of the North Abyss gather, then what kind of graceful and prosperous world is it?

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Only those who have experienced the rise of Beiyuan can truly understand the meaning of the thirteen generals of Beiyuan, and can know what kind of prosperity the last era was.

Seven days passed quickly, and it seemed that the holy burial was being prepared inside and outside the capital, and there was nothing else.

The Shenyuan cemetery was built over and over again, and after the burial of Ximenxiong, the king of Zhenyuan, Liu Xunji and Wen Zeyu were buried one after another. Now, Jun Yuyi's edict has changed this place to the imperial mausoleum, and he wants to sleep here, together with Ximen Xiong and others.

Today, one division, one slaughter, three divisions and six departments, the authentic members of the Beiyuan Kingdom, they all gathered in the Shenyuan cemetery in plain clothes.

The first division refers to the natural Xu Muchuan, the first emperor of the first grade; Yizai, when the dynasty is a prime minister, Huangfu Yulin; Three Divisions: Directors of the Civil, Military and Interior Departments; Six departments, the Ministry of Officials, the Ministry of Soldiers, the Ministry of Rites, the Ministry of Execution, the Ministry of Households, and the Ministry of Industry.

At this moment, the capital is full of soldiers in full costumes, and the depressing atmosphere is surging in the hearts of the people.

"Worship the sky!"

The courtier in charge of the sacrificial position had a cold and majestic face, and was dressed in a snow-white plain robe.

Rumble ......

The drums roared and spread to the sky above the nine heavens. In the huge altar in front of everyone, the flames spread out together, as if they were about to rush to the sky, to the heavens.

As the beating of drums became more and more rapid, from the gate of the Shenyuan Cemetery, a team of extremely majestic troops walked over, and in the center of the army was a coffin in the shape of a golden dragon.

Xu Muchuan looked back and saw the holy coffin coming slowly, he hurriedly bowed and looked at this scene with respect.

For a while, the civil and military officials and concubines and princes of the entire Shenyuan cemetery all bent down in white plain clothes to welcome Jun Yuyi's holy coffin.

"Greetings to Your Majesty!" The Ministry of Rites Shangshu hurriedly raised his head and shouted, and bursts of sound reached the ears of everyone present.

Xu Muchuan's face was expressionless, and he glanced at the eldest prince Jun Yetian and the second prince Jun Dongqi with a sharp look in his eyes, and then quietly withdrew his gaze, quietly waiting for the Longteng Holy Coffin to come.

Nine golden dragons are carved on the coffin, with teeth and claws as if they want to devour everything around them, and there are hideous dragon heads at both ends of the coffin lid, showing the majesty of the dragon.

Qianyue, the deputy commander of the Imperial Forest Army, was the general who received the holy chariot and carried the dragon coffin, and he walked slowly with an extremely solemn expression, and his eyes looked straight into the depths of the Shenyuan cemetery.

Looking at the holy coffin slowly moving to the front, the prince of Beiyuan closed his eyes and said to himself in the bottom of his heart: "Father, the son is not willing to accept your decision, and wants to fight for himself." If your choice is right, today it should be the son who has fulfilled the majesty of the third brother and helped him sit firmly in the throne; If your choice is wrong and the third brother loses, then the retainer will inherit your legacy......"

At the same time, the Third Prince Jun Dongqi also flashed a hideous look at this moment, and then hid it very well. The third prince, who is now the prince of Beiyuan, fell to death, and his eyes sank and his fists clenched.

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