Lonan City.

Traveling far from the east, wearing a big hat, standing on a high city tower, looking down on the old city lit up in the snowy night.

I don't know if I thought of the ambition that was about to be achieved, he has been particularly fond of standing on a high place lately, and it seems that this is the only way to make his cloudy eyes see everything more clearly.

Yu Songnan, who was standing behind him, couldn't help but remind: "Master, it's windy here......

Dongfang Yuanxing touched his face that was as yellow as wax, and entered a rough wrinkle. The slightly hunched back and the knees that began to soften after standing for a while seemed to be a silent reminder: You are really old.

Thinking back then, he scolded Fang Xuan and was full of spirit, as if it was only yesterday, but in the blink of an eye, he was about to come to the end of his life.

People live for a lifetime, and there are not many people like him. A supreme minister, a glorious ancestor, a disciple everywhere, and a pillar of the country, his life has been regarded as a legend by everyone, but only he knows what kind of torment it is to live in fear.

This kind of torment is because of the accident thirteen years ago.

He is in the prime of life, and he is in the most powerful Tang Dynasty in the world, and the opportunity to dominate the world and become famous through the ages is close at hand. This irresistible temptation eventually led him to embark on a path from which there was no turning back.

Killing the heavens and usurping the throne.

However, he never imagined that the difference of his own thoughts would make the Tang Dynasty, which is in full swing, turn from prosperity to decline, and no longer be the grand occasion of the year.

He felt guilty, especially when the new emperor ascended the throne and saw an innocent little face, this guilt would be even stronger, and at the same time, it was accompanied by a faint sense of worry.

If the little emperor knew all this he had done, what would he do to him?

There is no doubt that he loves Datang, but he cherishes everything he has hard-won even more. In order not to be erased by the emperor, he can only frantically seize power and set up the little emperor. In the past thirteen years, Qin Tian's compromise and concession have made him sit back and relax for a while, but in recent years, he has finally shown his fangs when he has become an adult, and it is only then that the world-famous Xiangguo Lord realizes that he has once again looked away.

He is too old to see the grand occasion of the Tang Dynasty dominating the world. The only thing he can do now is to let his descendants inherit his own blood and will, and realize this great ambition for himself.

Of course, the premise is that the Oriental family has a queen.

For this simple and almost pitiful wish, he found the Xia Kingdom again and found the Great General of Southern Xinjiang. Maybe he also wants to sit on the golden throne and try what it feels like.

Seeing that he was as motionless as a sculpture, Yu Songnan, who had a mustache, couldn't help but remind: "Master? ”

Dongfang Yuanxing sighed lightly and said, "Songnan, have you ever blamed me for so many years?" ”

Yu Songnan's body in a thick jacket trembled slightly, and he said, "No." ”

Dongfang Yuanxing smiled slightly: "How could it not be?" Home is around and can't go back, my father can't be a person in front of him, and he has to be forced to change his name and surname to be a lowly subordinate. You are the son of the prime minister of the dynasty, but you always have to look at other people's faces and behave. ”

Yu Songnan raised his head, his face full of incredulity. More than 30 years of lowly life has taught him how to control his emotions, but at this moment, his hands are shaking.

Because Dongfang Far Traveled never admitted that he was his son.

His mother was originally just a humble slave in Xiangguofu. After a drinking feast, his mother was fortunate by a drunken voyage to the East, and after that, she was surprised to find out that she was pregnant. Like many women who are greedy for wealth, she kept this secret and left the house to give birth to the child.

She naively thought that in the future, she could rely on her mother and son, but she underestimated the ruthlessness of the Oriental Journey. The next day, the woman "evaporated", and the child was given to the old housekeeper by Dongfang Yuanxing.

Yu Songnan knew that his birth was a mistake, but he had to accept it. But from the bottom of his heart, he hated all injustices: Dongfang Xuanyun was a waste who could enjoy everything with peace of mind, but a person like himself who had real talent and learning had nothing?

And now, the words of Dongfang Yuanxing made him want to cry.

Yu Songnan snorted: "Master... Songnan has never asked for anything..."

Dongfang Yuanxing sighed: "I'm sorry for many people in my life, but the most sorry person... It's you. ”

The shock in Yu Songnan's heart was incomprehensible, he thought that he had seen the hope of the salted fish turning over, and thought that Dongfang Yuanxing was finally willing to disclose his identity, but the next words were like a basin of cold water, pouring him from head to the bottom of his feet.

"There are a lot of things that I have my frustration. I know that he is not a good man, but he is my son. Dongfang Yuanxing sighed deeply, turned around and stared at Yu Songnan's eyes: "I can give you countless wealth, but I can't give you your identity." In the past, you were Yu Songnan, and in the future... You are still Yu Songnan. When you get to the city of Bianjing, I hope you can leave far away and forget everything in Xiangguofu and those things that you shouldn't be worried about, can you do it? ”

Yu Songnan's heart is like ashes. The winter night wind is like a knife, piercing into his heart.

Only then did he realize that many things were just words from those in power, and there was no reason to talk about them at all.

"I... Got it. ”

Spit out three words with great difficulty, Yu Songnan seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

Dongfang Yuanxing nodded with satisfaction, and walked towards the bottom of the city tower with a pair of cloudy eyes.

He didn't want to see a drama of two sons seizing the heir, and he was even more afraid that with Dongfang Xuan's ability, when the court fell apart, the bloodline of the Dongfang family would be cut off.

Yu Songnan stood alone on top of the city tower, letting the cold wind blow his face, and when he walked far away in the east, he suddenly began to laugh wildly.

Laughing and crying.

After laughing and crying, he turned back into the moody Yu Songnan. Just a calm, somewhat terrifying face with a hint of murderous aura.

"Dongfang Xuan...... I can't sit on the dragon chair, do you think you can sit safely? ”

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The north wind howled.

Under the endless sky, snow-covered mountains are connected one after another, forming a vast white color. Looking down from above, a team of centaurs is legending in the mountains, dense black dots shuttling across the white snow, like a black centipede.

It didn't take long for the pair to climb to the top of the mountain.

At the front of the procession, a woman in a heavy cloak took off her fluffy cotton hat, and on the white veil, a pair of upside-down eyes turned into two crescent moons.

She was laughing.

She saw the scenery down the mountain, the black city in the distance, and the vast land. There are thousands of hectares of fertile land, splendid mountains and rivers, this place that they have wanted to conquer for generations at the expense of countless blood, the name is - Datang.

The woman let out a mouthful of whiteness, turned her head to look at the girl next to her who wrapped the whole person in the cloak, and smiled: "Wuduo, we are here in the end." Whether the Divine Martial Sect can soar into the sky depends on this time. ”

Su Meier was in a trance, with a hint of confusion in her charming and moving eyes. This land, which she has returned to many times, seems to be no longer the same as before, but has gradually become a face, with a little carefree, with a little scoundrel, greeting herself with great tenderness.

And his own arrival will make this gentleness shattered.

"yes, it finally came." Su Meier sighed with a complicated expression, and added a sentence in her heart: I hope... You don't hate slaves......