In the winter of the thirty-eighth year of Qin Tiansheng, Luoyang.

The number nine cold winters dripping into ice, the wind is sad, the sky is low and the clouds are dark, and the world is slaughtered. This year's winter seems to be exceptionally cold, freezing people's hearts into ice like the water of rivers, lakes and seas. Outside the window lattice, the cold wind swept the sand and slammed against the paper, making a crackling sound, adding to the worry out of thin air.

In the emperor's bed, on the couch, the old emperor was described as withering, lying quietly, silently, as if he was asleep. Outside the bed, the black pressure knelt full of nobles, civil and military generals. In the silent crowd, the prince led by him had a haggard face, his eyes were red and swollen, and he hung his head slightly. The grandson beside him, although he was young, also knew that this was an extraordinary moment, and obediently knelt at his father's feet, not daring to move at all. The left and right phases of the country, after separating the two sides of the prince, occasionally wiped away the silent tears.

Time flies, and time is merciless. The supreme ruler of this empire finally fell ill. The body that used to be strong and solid like a mountain has become old and weak, and the spiritual pillar in the hearts of countless people has also reached the time of collapse. The emperor lay quietly, although he couldn't open his eyes, but this life was so clearly in front of him. The people and things in the past, so many loves, hatreds, and hatreds, were shown to him one by one, making him nostalgic and exciting, and those relatives and enemies, either laughing or scolding, whether they were happy or angry, all slowly passed by him one by one, and finally disappeared.

Just as he was looking around, a figure slowly walked out of the thick fog in front of him, getting closer and closer, and becoming clearer and clearer. The Emperor only felt a heart beat suddenly, and a strong emotion surged through his body, and he seemed to muster all his strength to call out to the figure a title that he had not shouted for many years.

"Father!"

As soon as the words came out, tears flowed from his eyes. As if his aching and weak legs had suddenly healed, he hurried forward a few steps, fell to his father's feet, hugged the haunting man, and began to cry loudly. The touch in the crook of the arm is so real, so warm, and it makes people's hearts stir.

My father was still so tall and mighty. At this moment, his father lowered his head and caressed the top of his head as if he had been a child. The emperor couldn't cry, and only wanted to pour out his longings for a long time. In his eyes, his father is the most proud and upright man between heaven and earth.

"Yun Song! It's always been okay to see you for a long time? ”

His father, with a kind face, helped him up and looked at him kindly. I don't know when, my brother also appeared by his side, just like back then, he didn't like to talk, just looked at him with a smile, his eyes full of friendship. What the emperor wanted to say, he opened his mouth, but he was choked up.

The father smiled: "My father knows that you are persevering and unswerving, so that you can forge your current career, and with this great creation, you have achieved the grand wish that your father has not completed, which is very good!" Be proud of your Father! But the destiny of heaven has an end, the fate of the earth is endless, today your merits are complete, and my father is also specially here to pick you up, after that, my father and son have traveled between heaven and earth, and there is no worldly fetters, okay? ”

"Father! Eldest brother! Yun Song thinks about it day and night, and he doesn't want to see him again today! Since parting, Yun Song has always remembered the teachings of his father and brother, and has made it his life's wish to expel Hulu and restore rivers and mountains. With the help of people with lofty ideals in the world, we have achieved our wishes today. Whether it is glory and wealth, or thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, Yun Song has no longer to worry about, and is willing to serve his father from now on and never separate. ”

The emperor bowed respectfully, and raised his head with a resolute face. The father nodded in praise and turned and strode away. The brother stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder, laughed, and motioned to follow his father's footsteps, and left. The emperor walked a few steps, turned back suddenly, and in the thick fog behind him, there were three or four figures standing silently looking out, his heart ached, and the voices and smiles of his wife and children appeared, as if he couldn't bear it. But in the end, he turned away anyway, leaving behind a sigh.

In the bed, between the large candles or beating. The queen and the second concubine sat on the side of the couch, sobbing silently, but saw the emperor who was lying still, his throat suddenly stirred, and he was talking to himself weakly.

“…… When I was eighteen years old, I was lost in the midst of an army of hosts, and I was not spared the humiliation of the enemy, so I committed suicide by throwing myself into the river, thinking that I would die. However, with the blessing of the spirit of the father, he was reborn, and after decades of hardship and hardship, he was able to forge the world today. Looking back now, this life is like a dream......"

They all know that when the emperor was young, he was a hunter in the mountains, and where did he come from to be trapped in the army at the age of eighteen? Everyone thought that the emperor had started talking nonsense. The queen has been in love for many years, and now because of her identity, she has been forcibly tolerating the sourness, and seeing the emperor like this, she urgently called the imperial doctor.

"Doctor! Doctor Zou! The emperor has begun to speak, quick! ”

The imperial physician Ling Zou Yu, who was accompanying him, led a group of medical officers, and without waiting for orders, they all came forward to see him, but the emperor's voice became more and more inaudible. A needle in the hall could be heard falling on the ground, and everyone raised their heads and looked forward to it. After a while, Zou Yu looked sad, knelt down towards the queen, kowtowed again and again, and when he spoke, he was already shaking.

"The emperor's words! Emperor...... It's a big ......"

"Wait!"

Suddenly, a low cry interrupted everyone, and when they looked at it, they saw Yang Ke, an old minister with frosty temples, poking out a tortoise shell from the sleeves of his robe. After years of rubbing, the surface of the tortoise shell is as warm as jade, and it seems to be similar to a layer of wax. Everyone knows that this is Lao Xiangguo's most beloved thing, and it is his auspicious thing.

The queen's eyes were full of anticipation, and she leaned out. Under the gaze of everyone, Yang Ke spread his hair and bowed to the east, and then even devoured his fingers and dripped blood on the tortoise shell. Seeing that Lao Xiangguo has not divined for many years, but now he is doing this extraordinary hexagram, in the hall, everyone is staring closely, and they can't hold their breath, and the air is heavy on everyone.

Yang Ke asked for a candle, closed his eyes and prayed repeatedly, and then burned the tortoise shell with fire. The light had just approached, but there was a click, and the tortoise shell shattered and scattered to the ground.

In a chorus of exclamations, Yang Ke's face was like ashes, and he couldn't help it anymore, threw the lamp and candle on the ground, and cried loudly. At this point, no one understands that the matter is irreparable. The solemn air in the hall was instantly broken, and mourning erupted. The two concubines sat on the couch with their butts slumped, covered their faces and wailed, and then it was difficult to take care of the etiquette and honor, and they hugged their heads and cried. The crown prince grabbed the ground with his head, stepped forward on his knees, and brought a group of brothers and sisters to call his father, but they were already in tears.

The queen stood up with a sigh, gritted her teeth and held back her tears, and said resolutely: "The emperor is a prince, and it is today." You must be calm, and you can quickly discuss the matter of the new monarch's accession to the throne! ”

The hall was busy. In the candlestick, the lamp shook without the wind, but it was extinguished. Outside the hall, black clouds overpowered, bleak.

In February of the thirty-eighth year of Qin Tiansheng, the top of Mount Tai collapsed. In June, the earthquake in Shuzhong killed and injured tens of thousands; In July, the Yellow River burst, the Central Plains was flooded, and thousands of miles became Zeguo; In October, the drought in Kansai was plagued, there was no harvest, and hunger was everywhere; In November, the glow is guarded, and the purple is faint.

In December, the great cold and the fall of the Emperor Star.