(These chapters are fast-paced, and the eight-colored horse hopes to write out the helplessness of a traverser possessed by the wealthy family, and I hope that book friends will slowly appreciate it, this is a book that slowly analyzes the darkness and so-called demeanor of the two Jins, and I hope that book friends like it)

The king of Chu, who gambled with the life of the eldest lady, won, won very happily, won very excited, lost 100,000 yuan to Bian Fanzhi, he did win the world, won the hearts of the people, he fully remembered his promise, buried Sima Yuanxian, and there will be good wine and meat to worship every year, hahahaha.

The remnants of the city's soldiers surrendered one after another, bringing an unsuspenseful siege to an end, and it was the newly rising forces that walked towards the palace, and the mourning crowd kneeling on the walls.

The earth-shattering cry in Huan Xuan's ears seemed to be a grand music, the winner was the music listened to by the king, at this moment, he seized the world, completed his father Huan Wen's unrealized ambition, and completed the majesty of becoming a leader in the four major families.

Xie Yu hugged his mother tightly, no one could pull it away, Xie should have fainted, Xie Yu was crawling on the ground and only heard crying, and his breath was weak.

Xie Ju waved his fist in annoyance and smashed it on the city wall, even if the flesh and blood were flying, he! I don't feel pain.

Xie Ying stood under the city wall in a daze, looking blank.

Ziyue carefully pressed her clothes against her lady's neck, this is the dignity of Xie Mansion, this is the glory of Xie Mansion.

Wang Liu stood beside Wang Yu, his trembling hands grabbed the nephrite jade on his waist, and looked at Xie Yu who looked up and smirked, feeling miserable in his heart.

Yu Yuexi was supported by the maid and stood there far away, watching her husband cry and wail, her heart was like a knife.

Everyone in Wang Xie Yu's three mansions prayed silently in their hearts, they knew that it was the eldest lady who saved everyone, and this deep righteousness would always be remembered in their hearts.

The night is deeper, it is cooler, and the wind is blowing harder

When the sun rose on the second day, the drunken Sima Daozi was held in front of the palace gate, Huan Xuan couldn't wait to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, he was the king, he was the king of Chu, and if he was successful, he needed blood to mourn, and when the son was gone, the father had to go to the funeral, Bian Fanzhi read aloud the charges on the edict, and when his hand and the will of the emperor, his mouth jumped out coldly: "Chop!" ”

Sima Daozi's head rolled on the royal road, staining the dragon carved on the ground red, and dyeing the entire road red.

When a person becomes famous, he will share the favor, and all those who are attached to him and the Huan family are appointed as high-ranking officials, and this moment undoubtedly changes the fate of Huan Zhen, this nephew who is not welcomed by his uncle has drawn a heavy stroke in the dust of history, and he is proud of the group.

Emperor An is still Emperor An, no one will move a finger of him, but in the harem, the queen did disappear, this news shocked the entire Jiankang City, but for Huan Xuan, even if everyone in the entire palace disappeared, it was the best.

Emperor An announced to the world that the king of Chu was appointed as a general, a captain, and held the power of the world's soldiers and horses.

Liu Gaozhi was appointed as the governor of the festival and was knighted as the Duke of Guangyang County.

Huan Zhen was the general of Zhengdong and was knighted as the Duke of Yuzhou County.

He Mu is still the book order.

Bian Fanzhi shot for the right servant.

Wang Mi shot for the left servant, and the rest of the officials were reinstated, and they received double sums of money that month, and they were amnesty to the world.

Xie Yu, the general of Zhengnan, killed Sima Yuanxian for meritorious service, added the title of Jin'an County Assassin History, and defended Jiangzhou.

Xie Fu resisted Sima and his son, rewarded 200,000 yuan, 10,000 pieces of cloth, and buried the eldest lady.

Everyone was impressed by the high righteousness of the eldest lady, and everyone wore linen and filial piety, and went out of the funeral for the lady of the Xie family who saved their lives.

Xie Yu was crying very sadly, Xie Yu was silent, following closely behind the two brothers, his eyes were confused, and he moved his steps mechanically, like a walking corpse, his heart was broken, and his soul was scattered.

Yu Yuexi can now be regarded as Xie Yu's wife, although she has not married in the court, everyone knows that their marriage date was blocked by the death of the eldest lady.

Miss Yu was dressed in heavy filial piety, followed behind Xie Yu, her eyes were red and she looked at her husband who was leaning in front of her, bowing her head and saying nothing, she knew that not crying did not mean that she was not sad, Xie Yu was sadder than everyone else, sadder than everyone else, he buried these griefs in his heart and endured it alone.

Yuexi has lived in Yufu since she was a child, the gate is not out, the second door is not stepping, and she accepts the teachings brought by the big clan every day, just like a bird that has been locked up for a long time, she wants to spread her wings and fly at any time, and when the door is opened, it is indeed closed again, which undoubtedly makes her heart a little down.

At the beginning, Xie Yu's feelings were between a kind of acquaintance, and slowly in sympathy, a different style, different from the rigor of the children of the big clan, it seemed that it was destined, her belonging was him, and he couldn't say the complicated feelings in his heart, every time Xie Yu smiled, there seemed to be an indescribable heart in his eyes.

Every time Xie Yu is crazy, there is a kind of arrogance in the corners of his lips, as if he can control everything and turn it, but now, she sees a strangeness, sees the saddest loss, and the most terrifying thing is the aura he exudes, which is so terrible and terrifying.

No one understands Xie Yu's current mood, from the moment his mother committed suicide, his heart was like ashes, he hated, hated himself for being too cautious, he hated, hated himself for being too persistent, he hated, hated himself for being too incompetent.

It's an anger that makes him hysterical, he wants to kill!

It's a grief-stricken grief, and he wants to kill!

It's a resentment that no one else can understand, and he wants to kill!

It's an indescribable exhaustion, he wants to kill!

He really wanted to kill people, and while mourning the eldest lady, everyone looked at him with a pitiful gaze, and the king of Chu looked at him with an excited look.

It was he who killed Sima Yuanxian, he would be the enemy of all the Sima clans, and the king of Chu would only see jokes and would not stretch out his hand to protect him.

Once upon a time, he had extremely good wishes to bring hope to this chaotic dynasty, wishing the people well-being and happiness.

But he was wrong, all the people who stood at the pinnacle of power had no people in their eyes, they would watch the people die, laugh, they would watch the people flee, and then they couldn't wait to take what they already had.

No matter how kind and advanced your ideas are, the whole era is shackling you.

No matter how beautiful or wonderful your original intentions are, the whole family is holding you back.

It's helpless.

Sadder.

This is the helplessness of a prophet who has been cruelly deprived of his hard work and is just about to sprout.

Only then did he deeply realize that he would rather let me bear the desolation of the world than let the world bear me.

The cry shook the four fields.

The white flags dance in the wind.

The loved ones looked at the loess flying, stretched out their hands, and watched the coffin fall, their hearts were like knives.

Xie Yu didn't cry, he didn't dare to look.

One hand tightly grasped the second brother's mourning clothes, and the power he used was enough to destroy the world.

The wind blows and the blood flies.

Dust drifts.

New shrines, welcome the mourning.

Tears dotted.

A little bit of a high grave, the road is full of bitter grievances and hatreds.

A dream, a smile and a look back, it turned out to be in this world.

Rage!