"I'm Zhao Zhe! I am the prince of the Song Kingdom! I am the true king! Zhao Zhe held a long knife and looked crazy, his eyes were bloodshot and stared at the crowd opposite.

The first in the crowd was the old man holding "Pu Yan": "Zhao Zhe, you are just a lucky person selected by the King of Song, you dare to commit the great crime of killing the King of Song, you are no longer qualified to be the king of the Song Kingdom." ”

In response to the old man, Zhao Zhe rushed forward, and the resentful knife slashed straight down.

With a sound of "bang", another knife was picked out obliquely, and the two knives fought against each other, although Zhao Zhe had the advantage of coming down from a high place, he couldn't resist the other party's long-standing blocking.

Zhao Zhe shouted and took a few steps back: "The widow is the real king." You are all Hong Xuchou's lackeys, and you are all traitors. Widows are! ”

In front of him was a young man, dressed like a boy, his face was slightly red, and he was panting quietly.

The old man raised his hand and patted the boy on the shoulder: "Your Royal Highness, you shouldn't have killed the king. ”

"I won't kill him, who will block the Ten Confederates for you, who will clear the flood thieves for you, who will give you the prosperity of peace, and who will rebuild the prosperity of the Song Kingdom! Don't tell me about King Song, he's a coward! A coward who only values money! Since you have chosen me, why hesitate! Why do you want to keep the former highness, he just doesn't worry about me! Phew! Zhao Zhe gasped, trembling all over, his lips trembled rapidly with a pale face, and words kept coming out of his mouth.

"Before he became a loner, he had already betrayed his relatives and left his family. Anyone who has the heart to mention a possible sin can pick his words away, it's really stupid, it's really stupid......" A few people who were originally in the hall with Zhao Zhe distanced themselves from Zhao Zhe early when Lin Rong put down his knife to avoid the crowd and let them push open the door. Their eyes did not contain a trace of warmth, and they looked coldly at Zhao Zhe's crazy behavior.

"The Song people have the governance style of the Song people, and the old man has experienced the period of His Royal Highness and knows what kind of war era it was at that time. You're too young......" the old man shook his head.

The crowd behind suddenly made a sound of shooing, and the grumpy old man Dickin on crutches was invited by someone for some reason.

Bai Xianxian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he felt that there seemed to be someone who was fueling the troubles in today's matter, stirring behind his back.

"Zhao Zhe! You are guilty of killing the king, a capital crime! Old man Deakin raised his cane and slammed it against the masonry and shouted.

Zhao ...... Zhao Zhe! You...... You...... Ignore political affairs and follow the ...... Arbitrarily ordering the permission to block the people's free business, according to the laws of the Song State, this is a capital crime! As a lawyer, Qi Ji's mood at the moment is quite complicated, but Chi Yu's palm is on his back, and he himself knows that this is his chance to live, otherwise he may be counterattacked by Zhao Zhe alone.

"Zhao Zhe! You are not the blood of the king of the Song family, you covet royal power, a capital crime! Someone in the crowd shouted again.

"Zhao Zhe! You ordered the murder of a large number of refugees, causing the city of Lin'an to be surrounded by a sea of corpses, a capital crime! Another voice rang out.

"Zhao Zhe! You send ...... My husband quelled the rebellion, but it caused them all to die in battle, causing Lord Sijiang Shangyun to commit suicide and murder Zhongliang! Capital crime! A woman whimpered and shouted.

"Zhao Zhe! Capital crime! "Zhao Zhe, capital offense!" "Zhao Zhe, capital offense!" ……

One after another, the screams sounded in the inner hall, and each capital crime was like a knife cutting into Zhao Zhe's heart, and Zhao Zhe's face turned a little pale. He was carrying a long knife, and under the knife was the corpse of a guard, blood flowing slowly from the soles of his feet. He looked at these people one by one, and his crazy eyes gradually became a little clearer: "Hehe...... Ha ha...... If I die, you will live? Hong Xuchou will not let you go, the Song royal family has long been gone, and you don't even have a king. You guys...... Lingering, you guys...... Grovel, you ...... It won't last long. The Song Kingdom is dead...... Dead. ”

Zhao Zhe turned his face and looked into the depths of the inner hall, but saw the cold gazes of Xu Qin and several people: "Hehe...... I thought it was the same as you, but you came to see my jokes. Lin Rong is broken! Lin Rong breaks! You're a coward too! You too! ”

"You are all cowards! You all are! He spoke angrily, fingers pointing over one by one, and screamed in a trembling voice.

"So are you." A voice in the silent crowd suddenly rose, and a staggering figure slowly stepped out of it, but it was Xu Liming.

Xu Liming shook off the hand that Old Man Dijin grabbed at him, and walked forward step by step, with a pale expression.

He didn't look at Zhao Zhe at all, he barely lifted the tip of the knife facing him, the cold front was cold, and the blood dripped to the ground.

Xu Liming stopped in front of the tip of the knife and looked at the young man quietly: "From the time you sent Lin Rongpo to kill the whole village, you are no longer worthy of being a Song king. It was Zhao Xu who burdened you, it was the high throne that burdened you, and it was also the special status of the Song Kingdom and the situation in troubled times that burdened you...... Originally, you should have been a happy child. ”

Zhao Zhe's eyes were filled with tears, and he muttered, "I don't want to...... I don't want to be a king at all. But since he chose me, why didn't he let me be a king, and why didn't he make me a prince sooner? Why not? ”

"Don't you understand?" Xu Liming sighed, patted Zhao Zhe's shoulder, turned around and walked slowly towards the depths of the inner hall.

On the way, he and Xu Qin passed sideways, Xu Qin opened his mouth to say something, but saw Xu Liming without any eyes.

They had no choice but to make way for the old man.

In the deep palace, Yingtong, who was kneeling on the side of the bed, slowly stood up, slowly straightened his body that had been kneeling for a long time, and looked at Xu Liming outside the deep palace. Xu Liming seemed to notice Yingtong's gaze, slightly certain, then lowered his head, just took a few steps forward, suddenly stopped, looked back at Bai Xian, who seemed to be standing on the side very respectfully, his eyes showed an inexplicable light, and looked fixedly: "Tell your ancestor, turn back to the shore." ”

Bai Xianxuan was stunned, pulled out a little smile and nodded.

……

Zhao Zhe took a deep breath, looked at these people in front of him, and looked at this black and oppressive group of people.

The first time he followed Zhao Xu into the main hall, when he accepted the courtiers' visit, he once thought that so many people knelt down, what a terrible thing, black and pressing, all heads, as if someone was going to cut them off one by one, all low, neck exposed in the air, as long as a knife cut down, these heads will roll down to the ground one by one, and the blood will stain the entire hall.

He felt that it was a delusional madness, and he was sick to his stomach several times, but as time went on he got used to the fear.

This fear forced him to do what he didn't want to do, to understand what he couldn't understand, and to keep his position......

Kill the king of Song, who had promised him to be king, and at that time he was already a prisoner.

He only needs to wait for a short period of time, and the king of Song will naturally fall ill and die, then he will be able to sit on the throne with confidence.

Fear seized his reason, and added to the anger of kneeling at the knees of the envoy of the Beijin Empire and being scolded by him, and he could no longer bear the fear of waiting and humiliation.

King Song died in bed, refusing to close his eyes.

Zhao Zhe remembered those eyes, mixed with complicated emotions at the last moment.

Surprise, disappointment, ridicule, and finally relief.

But that kind of relief was not for him, Zhao Zhe knew this.

So Song King Zhao Xu didn't close his eyes until the end.

Those eyes that struggled to stare were dangling in front of his eyes with the "evil wishes" of the same village in the past few days, always urging him, chasing him, and tearing him.

King Song is dead, but Zhao Zhe didn't get the kind of ease and pleasure he always wanted, only more fear was entangled, wrapped.

……

A cry of sorrow suddenly sounded from the depths of the inner sanctum, and waves reverberated in this inner sanctum: "Great king! ”

Suddenly, right in front of Zhao Zhe's eyes, just after this cry, some people knelt down, and then more and more people knelt down.

trembling, trembling, trembling, faint, weeping......

Yes, that's the horror when they kneel, and the black weighs on the heads.

Zhao Zhe was so frightened that he took several steps back, his expression was frightened, and he slipped to the ground with blood, and struggled several times to get up, but was tightly stumped by the sticky blood.

It's like the Song people knelt down and didn't let him be worshipped.

The voices of countless people sounded in the inner hall, in the inner court square, on the roads, and throughout Lin'an City:

"King! Rest! ”

"King! Rest! ”

"King! Rest! ”

There is a ballad that slowly sings out in his voice, which was written by a young man many years ago when he saw the country in turmoil:

"The country is coming to the mountains and collapses, far away. The soldiers will be outnumbered and homesick. Our country is safe and the people are in peace, and we must not die again. Our country is safe and the people are in peace, and we must not die again. ”

The crowd gradually sang along, and countless voices converged into the same sentence:

"My country is safe and the people are in peace, and we must not die again."

……

"Your Majesty, all I wish is for Song Guo'an and the people's happiness, and all I want is for Song Guochengping, and there will be no more war. For this reason, I am willing to disband the army and reduce the country, just for this life there will be no more wars, only for all the people of the Song Kingdom to live in peace, just for no more chaos and disturbance in all directions. ”

Forty-five years ago, the young man knelt on his knees in the Beijin Hall and kowtowed.

"Your Majesty! If I Zhao Xu stabbed me, I could exchange countless people of my Song Kingdom from the rebellion of the sword soldiers, Zhao Xu! Bear it! ”

Forty-five years ago, the young man raised his head to meet the mocking smile of the last emperor of the Nanchen Empire, and calmly accepted the palace punishment.

Forty-five years ago, the young man inherited the throne of the Song Kingdom.

Forty years ago, after five years, the young man finally made no one from the Quartet again.

Chengping Song State.

Some people still remember that the young man stood in the Song Kingdom, which had shrunk several times, and watched countless Xunmin move from the cities that originally belonged to the Song Kingdom to the Song Kingdom, where the land was declining, full of tears:

"My country and the people will not die again!"

Even for this reason, the country has no military and is held hostage by the empire.

……

Hong Xuchou slowly knelt on the ground, facing the direction of the inner hall, and behind him stood Mo Yun and Xiao Yu and others.

Twenty-four years ago, the young man sold his wealth and bowed down to worship the king of Song, just because he believed that the country of merchants would eventually inherit the world.

Twenty-four years later, he was close to old age, but after the death of King Song, he was forced to drag the country of Chengping into a world of war.

"Minister, Hong Xuchou, disloyal! Minister, Hong Xuchou, ashamed of the king! Minister, Hong Xuchou...... Thank you, Your Majesty. ”

"Minister...... Hong Xuchou, thank you, Your Majesty! Thank you, Your Majesty! ”

Long song should cry!

There are Song Chengping forty years in the Plains of Battles.

At this point, there is no more Song of Chengping in the world.

……

Song Guo, Wang Jue, Zhao Xu forty-five years.

Seshisu spring bud dew month (February).

Zhao Xu, the king of Song, died on the fifth day of the sea.

The grandson Zhao Zhe committed suicide when the crowd was surging.

At that time—

Outside the city of Lin'an, the army of the Ten Confederates besieged the city.

Zhao Yi of Hang'an Mansion claimed to be the orthodox king of Song and wanted to gather people to correct his name.

Hong Xuchou, the former prime minister of the Song Dynasty, was elected as the prime minister of the Song Dynasty and ruled the Song court.

……

In the north, Fang Wuyuan, the once tyrannical King of Beigong died on the battlefield.

A letter followed the figure of a young woman from the Zhuzhan Plains in the south, slowly heading towards Fang Wuyuan.