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The 30th year of Jingtai was a year of chaos.

As if it is a mutual reflection with the demon star's incarnation, from the winter of the twenty-ninth year of Jingtai, the princes have died one after another, the causes of death are strange, some died of illness in bed, some died in the war, and even died under the horse's hooves, and the person who died tragically under the horse's hooves was none other than King Jingtai, the co-owner of the world. In the course of a hunting trip, the poor king of Zhongzhou was startled by a mouse, and threw him off his horse, and trampled him to death, and it is said that his death was miserable and disgraceful, and his stomach was trampled by the horse's hooves, and his intestines were squeezed out of his mouth.

Therefore, the thirtieth year of Jingtai is the first year of Zhaoyuan.

The new successor King Zhaoyuan is forty-eight years old, has been a son for 30 years, as soon as Fang took office, the King Zhaoyuan who worked hard did a thing that shocked the people of the world, he dug out the Zhongzhou Jiuding buried in the Taifu Palace of Chaoge City, placed it on the roof of the sacrifice, and ordered the official to spread the word in all directions, and ordered 800 princes to gather in Chaoge City to worship Jiuding to determine the world.

Perhaps, in the heart of the new king of Zhongzhou, Song Manzi died, Yan Huzi also died, Qi Baiyan also died at the beginning of spring, and even the princes Bo Chang Yonggong heard that he couldn't hold it anymore, the world is undergoing changes, and the heroes of the whole life are dying silently, so the opportunity to go to Song City has come, if you don't take advantage of this turbulent moment to demonstrate to the new generation of successors, then, when they grow up, it will be too late to regret it.

Of course, King Zhaoyuan has other thoughts, the heroes of the northern land are all dead, only the monarch of Southern Chu is still healthy, I heard that the southern barbarian is only forty years old, he is in the prime of life, it is the time of ambition, and King Zhaoyuan can't help but worry.

Wearing the imperial robe, King Zhaoyuan stood on the round sacrificial roof up to twenty-nine zhang, looking at the world that belonged to him from under the twelve hanging crowns, the sky was above his head, the wild geese flew low, as if reaching out to catch it, that was the messenger of the great god of Haotian silently crowned him, the great song city stretched under his feet, the majestic white city wall surrounded this rich land, the golden wall of the glorious triumphal arch stood in the center of the wide square, and the statues of eight hundred princes were distributed on the four sides of the triumphal arch, they rode war horses, Driving a chariot, guarding King Wuying under the Arc de Triomphe. However, more than 380 years have passed, and the world is still the same, but it is no longer the world of King Wu Ying. Today, Yongdu, the capital of Yongguo, Jimo, the capital of Qi, and even Yanjing of Yanguo have surpassed the ancient and obsolete Chaoge City in scale and momentum, and the first capital in the world has long changed hands.

The drizzle fell from the sky, and King Zhaoyuan felt a trace of coldness, and he raised his eyes to look into the distance, and the magnificent Canglan River was like a rope, strangling Chaogecheng's neck.

King Zhaoyuan thought to himself, King Wuying was wise and wise all his life, and the only thing he did wrong must be to build Chaoge City here, the south cannot be extended, the north cannot be extended, and the east and west are high mountains, which is indeed easy to defend and difficult to attack, but it also restricts the development of Chaoge City. Chaogecheng's order not only only passed within a radius of 800 miles near Chaogecheng, but was also threatened by Nanchu from time to time. If Southern Chu dominates the south of the Yangtze River, and then goes down the river from the source of the Canglan River to the tail, then the soldiers can come to the Song City, no wonder, the first kings will repeatedly cut down Chu, for the great cause of Chu, and even died in the river, feeding the river fish for 30 years.

Yes, three hundred and eighty years ago, King Wuying did not expect that the world would be so big, nor did he expect that there would be warships that could pass unhindered in the turbulent Canglan River, and now, they are all threatening Chaoge City. O first king, it is imperative to move the capital.

The rain falling from the sky is getting colder and colder, Chaoge City is like a mirror flower and water moon floating in the mist and rain, the old witch official with white hair like snow is lying on his back, the wind is light and the night is taking the Chaoge Qing Horse to guard the altar, King Zhaoyuan walked down step by step from the top of the platform that towered into the sky, the more he went down, the water vapor steamed like the sea, and he seemed to be stepping into the abyss step by step.

Jingtai 30 years, the first year of Zhaoyuan, a year of ups and downs.

……

Heaven and earth last forever, and heroes have been for a hundred years.

An Jun Ji Di does not think that he is a hero, let alone that he can live for a hundred years, he has been lying on the bed since the spring of the twenty-ninth year of Jingtai, listening to the wind blowing through the door of the Qiyu Palace, listening to the cuckoo on the beam over and over again mournful crying, and also listening to the death of familiar people, including his lifelong enemy Song Manzi, and also the heroes in his mind, such as the Yan Jun Yan beard who vomited blood and died, no one knows, Yan Jun's nickname' The swallow's beard was made by him, and the past has long been annihilated in the dust of history.

An Jun's death was ugly, anyone who had been lying in bed for a year was ugly, and his whole body had dried up, like a piece of rotten wood wrapped in a brocade cloth. 'Mad Marquis Gidi,' was what his courtiers called him in private, and since he was lying in bed, they had been speculating, or rather praying, that his sun would not rise to-morrow.

The day has finally come.

However, when he died, the people who had prayed for a year did not laugh and rejoice, nor did they secretly rejoice, everything was carried out silently according to the ancient rites of the prince, and even those who were fighting endlessly, the second marquis, and the third marquis also stopped their soldiers and knelt to Shaotai City from afar. Yes, you read that right, they didn't attend An Jun's funeral, because none of them dared to step into Shaotai City, God knows, what legacy did the mad monarch's father leave before he died, if he desperately wanted to drag the entire An Guo to bury him with him, it would be a big deal.

Ironically, the only peaceful and peaceful place in Anguo today is Shaotai City, where the mad marquis is located. In addition, the endless flames of war are burning in the land of Anguo, and the three marquis have retainers behind them who support them, today you fight me, tomorrow I will fight you, and the day after tomorrow, I will join forces with him to crusade against you, and it will become a pot of porridge.

When An Jun died, no one knows, when the palace people and Xu Ji found out, he was already blackened, in order to hide this ugliness, the palace people wrapped him tightly with brocade cloth layer by layer, but the thick, salted fish-like rancid smell still stubbornly penetrated Xu Ji's nose.

"What do you have left?"

"Nope."

"Really?"

"Nope."

An Jun's thin body was lying on the white silk cloth, and Xu Ji was kneeling in front of the spirit, her face was slightly pale, but her eyes were hidden and sharp. A young palace man accompanied him, he was the newly promoted palace leader of An Jun.

Outside the mourning hall, there was a light rain.

The chaotic rain silently invaded the earth, and one by one the retainers came from the rain, knelt down before the spirit, and left silently, and their masters did not dare to come, so they sent them, but they did not dare to raise their heads, for fear of meeting the bodies lying on the white cloth. In fact, An Jun's death was peaceful, and he did not die blindly.

When the people were gone, and the sad rain was getting heavier and heavier, Xu Ji asked for the last time, "Is there really nothing left behind by the king?" When she asked this, the sad look on her face disappeared, but there was a hint of expectation.

"Yes." The young palace man hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice.

"What is it?"

Xu Ji's eyes lit up, looking at the outside of Shaotai Palace, she felt that this day, this land, this rain, and this palace city were like a cage, trapping her to death, however, she was about to leave here, provided that she took off this sackcloth, and even forgot Xu Ji's identity, but she did not regret it, she was still very young, and of course she would not be buried for the dead wood.

"Die."

At this moment, the young palace man drew out the short sword hidden in the sleeve cage and plunged it deep into Xu Ji's pink chest, and he calmly watched as the beautiful and uncast woman fell down against her chest, calmly waiting for the armor soldiers to rush up and pierce him into a thorn.

Blood and water mixed with rain, and the counsel spread.

The young palace man fell beside Xu Ji, he tilted his head and stared at Xu Ji's beautiful face, he struggled to reach out and stroke it, but in vain, he remembered that Xu Ji, who had just married, was so beautiful, and her singing voice was also very beautiful, like a lark in the sky, but why did such a beautiful person have such a dirty soul?

Doesn't she know that everything she and the eldest marquis have done is actually known to the king. They were under the king's favorite chime**, they quietly left Miyagi, galloped on horseback, and they laughed all the way......

Yes, you know.

Before dying, the young palace man raised his head, the rain splashed on the immature face, mercilessly drowned the beautiful bouquet, a black bird flew from the sky, it circled around the palace city, and above the Qiyu Palace, it even let out a terrible cry. In the blink of an eye, it flew up to the statue of the horse in Miyagi, and stayed on top of the sculpture for a moment before flapping its wings and flying away.

The sculpture is still blind, even if it is pouring heavy rain, it is difficult to wash its eyes, and those brown tears keep flowing day and night, as if they are mourning for An Jun and like they are flowing for An Guo.

……

Ji Yeol rode on a horse and stood at the top of the canyon.

Grimace flowers bloomed enchantingly on the slope, these ugly flowers seemed to not know how ugly they were, they greedily devoured the rain in the sky, and Ji Yeol even heard the sound of sucking.

In the distance, the barrier green mountain mourns silently in the rain, there is a pass on the mountainside, from a distance, it is like a huge scorpion carrying a pair of huge pincers, two ancient and vicissitudes of life sculpture stand on the pincers, one left and one right, one Wen and one Wu, the left is a martial statue, the right is a literary statue, the martial arts statue is wearing armor and holding a sword, swallowing Liuhe, looking at the eight directions, the literary statue is holding the festival, the air is sinking like an abyss, and the distance is far away.

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