In such a chaotic situation, almost no one could imagine that the royal family of the Central Plains had not been wiped out, and no one took the weak Royal Highness the Crown Prince and his faltering brother seriously, let alone regarded them as a threat.

What threat can be possed by two ants that can be easily crushed with a little finger?

Those who are sure that they can eat meat are busy pondering where to start, and those who know that they can't eat meat are also pondering, thinking about how to carry a little greasy meat and fishy belly.

They don't want to, and can't care at all, about the lives and deaths of the two remnants of the previous dynasty.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince quietly stood up in such a gossiping war for fear of falling into the bowl of others, and called on the remnants of Geng Geng's loyal ministers in fragments, and announced to the world with great fanfare that he would lead the army to rehabilitate the thieves, behead the rebels, and take command of the imperial brother who had just ascended the throne.

In the eyes of all forces at that time, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was not only a pampered little boy, but also a fool with no brains, who took a group of old, weak, sick and disabled people all the way to provoke opponents who could not be beaten at all, and forcibly took eggs to touch stones.

Not even a natural fool would choose to do that.

But something strange happened.

The army led by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is like a phoenix reborn after the catastrophe, if it is not fired, it will be unstoppable, and the spark will become a prairie fire in a blink of an eye, rolling in with monstrous resentment and murderous aura.

As a result, a few of the forces that were not very firm easily retreated, and before they reached the point of stubborn resistance, they threw away their armor, threw down the city that had just arrived and had not had time to cover the heat, and turned around and ran back to their homeland.

The rest of the big forces scoffed at this, not thinking that the two little imps could toss any great tricks at all.

Until, the six tribes of Nanyang were defeated, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince broke their capital and intercepted the leaders who fled in a hurry.

The Son of Heaven is the gate of the country, and the king is dead.

When he first read this, Shi Qingran thought that what the ancients said was very unreasonable, everyone is also human, why do you want to give your life to others as a stepping stone just because you are the Son of Heaven?

Obviously, the leader of the six tribes of Nanyang also thought so, so he decisively gave up the pride and self-esteem that he had been the leader, and wept bitterly, grabbed the ground with his head, grabbed the armor of His Royal Highness the Prince, and begged for mercy with trembling.

But when Shi Qingran thought so, he was six years old, and this brain-filled leader was at least more than fifty years old, followed by a large pile of wives and concubines and a group of crying out of breath children.

There was a gap of more than forty years in between, but it still did not help him grow into a mature adult, but forged him into an Airbus container full of resentment and greed.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was annoyed by the noise, so he raised his knife and cut off a group of people's heads as watermelons.

The head was thrown into the stinking ditch, and the headless body was hung in the most conspicuous position of the city wall and exposed to the sun for a month, until that day, when His Royal Highness the Crown Prince passed under the city gate, something fell from the sky, and when he reached out and touched it, it was a fresh and fat maggot.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince then became famous.

In the eyes of those who play with power, war is just a gamble, winning or losing is a destiny, and even if they lose, they can't blame anyone.

In the eyes of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, he is just a creditor, leading countless violated heroic souls to collect debts, human life is a worthless sacrifice, even if it is gone, he can't complain about him.

Since then, perhaps because the thieves are afraid, although they still have an unyielding appearance on their faces, the panic in their hearts has gradually amplified.

Every inch of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's footsteps approached, the panic in their hearts would be magnified by a point.

The king was defeated, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince returned the rule of his own people, and the Central Plains returned to the hands of the new emperor at the speed of the wind and clouds. The cold iron armor is like a ghostly fire born in the night and long in hell, starting from the hinterland of the Central Plains and spreading mightily.

Everywhere they passed, the gods collapsed, day and night were indistinguishable, and the blood of the sky was connected into a vast sea, reflecting the light of the sky like a colorful glow.

Finally, when only the last one of the traitor tribes was killed, the aggressive Prince suddenly stopped and turned his head to start the enthronement ceremony of the new emperor Zhang Luo.

The game of cat and mouse was played for half a month, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was not in a hurry, and sat in the royal city with ease and saw the wind and grass at the border.

The traitors who hid in Tibet may have been chased for a long time, from the rumors at the beginning to the soldiers of the grass and trees later, to this point, they no longer want to live like rats.

coincided with the good news of the new emperor's accession to the throne and flew through the Yumen Pass in the spring breeze, and the sound of the wind was like a thunderbolt in a sunny day, silently slapping them in the face.

Delusional rebellion against the times will definitely not end well.

In another month, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince took off his Ming and Huang official uniforms, wore a black iron armor, returned to the frontier with the name of King Zhennan, and searched day and night with his personal guards, and finally only found a few corpses.

- Buried in the yellow sand, his lips covered with dark purple dried blood.

It was suicide.

At this point, the panic and chaos returned to dust, and the world returned to peace.

In another year, Song Yuxun, the eldest son entrusted by the first emperor himself, officially ascended the throne of God, and officially named the era "Jinghe", which means harmony and health.

In the first year, His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan burned the prince's robe in front of the tomb of the first emperor, resigned from the new emperor's award, and received a one-acre and three-point Zhennan Wangfu as a reward.

His Royal Highness King Zhennan, who has made great achievements, knelt down on one knee, "Brother Congratulations to the Imperial Brother, may I go to the country for thousands of generations!" ”

In the sound of the mountain and the tsunami, the young man silently grasped a cold finger of his younger brother exposed beyond his wide sleeve.

On the splendid hall, between the two fists, one warm and one cool, the two brothers pinched out a palm under the noses of the ministers to move the heavens and the earth.

It is a peerless conversation of iron-blooded fists, brothers, friends and brothers.