The wise people in the world can calculate what happened with just one sentence.

Even the smartest people in the world can't figure out what is about to happen.

It is up to people to plot things, and it is up to heaven to make things happen.

When Song Bai was defending Pingcheng, Wei Long, the son of heaven, was in the distant palace, and he was also staring at the secret letter from Pingcheng day and night. From worry-free death to the broken city of Pingcheng.

This young emperor, from the moment he sat on the dragon chair, worked hard and lonely, and he couldn't stop. In the dead of night, what he thinks about the most is his father, the emperor, the emperor in the eyes of all the people. I remember the first time I was enlightened, the first time I hunted, and the first time I served the court.

I read poetry and books to the fullest, and I also shoot well. The light in his father's eyes was the greatest joy of his childhood. As the years go, you can tell that no matter how full the light is, compared with the prince, it is like a grain of rice compared to the bright moon.

Finally one day, after asking for peace, he couldn't help but ask his mother: "Why did you give birth to me a few years late?" ”

Concubine Shu Guifei was depicting her eyebrows as a distant mountain, and after listening to this question, she was not angry but happy, lost Luo Dai, stroked his face, and said gently: "Lang'er was born late, but what does it matter." My son grows faster than any other prince. ”

The old things in the past were like a bubble "popping", and then he Wei Long sat on the Jinluan Palace, and there were thousands of people under the seat.

Before he could practice the phrase "flat" skillfully, Huo Zhun came to ask him, "Sangyu has been obtained, I don't know Your Majesty, when will you lose the east?" ”

That night turned upside down, he did not participate, if defeated, he could retreat with his whole body. Now that the land was overturned, Huo Zhun couldn't wait to drag him into the water.

The Jiang family of the Guogong Mansion, the head of the Wenchen, and the eldest son is the former prince's companion. The Xue family of the General's Mansion, an old friend of the first emperor. Holding the military power of the northwest. Shang Shuling Qi Shiyan, the former princess's mother's family, and the uncle of the worry-free princess. One by one, these people came from behind the scenes to the front of the stage.

On the shore of the land, it is not the king's minister. The king wants his ministers to die, ministers, and he should not die.

What Wei Long didn't expect was that Jiang Guogong actually had a mess with Xue Yihan, and after finding out the facts, he was busy keeping the Jiang family. Before ascending the throne, Huo Zhun was just a second-class official, although he was his father-in-law, he still had the duty of a courtier. When he Wei Long officially ascended the throne, the Huo family ascended to heaven, and the Huo family's son Huo Yunsheng firmly grasped the right to transfer troops from the Praetorian Guard. There is no one in the DPRK and China to contend with, and it is always useful to leave the Jiang family.

Although Qi Shiyan is the mother of the former crown princess, the former prince has become a wasted person and has no possibility of ascending the throne. Just weaken it.

Only Xue Yihan was the only one who couldn't stay. Not only Xue Yihan can't stay, but the Xue family can't stay.

"Little pole, you said, if you snatch something in your hand, are you worried about it every day and want to be snatched away by others?" Wei Long approved the two-page fold, put down the pen, and asked the eunuch in front of him with a smile.

"That's natural, if you are a thief, you don't just look at people like thieves. But the slave would never dare to do this, long live Lord Mingjian. The fair-skinned little eunuch's face turned crimson with fright, and he quickly knelt on the ground and replied. It is said that this long-lived lord is benevolent and sage, and he has no temper, but he serves day by day, but he never knows what the Son of Heaven is thinking. is unpredictable, and how to judge whether benevolence is benevolent or not.

The loss of the second city of Ping'an is naturally in Wei Long's calculations. Even, he was waiting for this moment. Only what he couldn't calculate was that after Tuoba milled through Pingcheng, he drove straight in, and Ningcheng was still vulnerable after many days of deployment. The guard general Huang Xuyao directly became a general. Then Wuzhou and Kule fought one after another, and they were too busy to take care of themselves, and there was no army to help. The Hu people went all the way south, until the Wei River was dangerous, and Huo Yunyang blocked the way by virtue of the terrain.

Wei Long brushed the objects on the table to the ground and looked at the concubine in front of him: "The mother concubine is satisfied, the mother concubine is satisfied, 50,000 soldiers and horses can't hold on for a day, you have to use the people of the Huang family." ”

Concubine Shu smiled and filled a spoonful of white fungus soup, and then handed it to Wei Long: "Long'er doesn't need the Huang family, do you use the Huo family?" Or do you want to use Xue Yihan's old department? ”

Wei Long knocked over the soup spoon handed over to the ground with one hand: "The mother concubine has exhausted her skills, and today this merit is also given to Huo Zhun's son." In the future, the land in the northwest still can't be surnamed Wei. It will also cause the people of the northwest to be slaughtered, and the mother concubine, the mother concubine, and the ........." He had tried his best to be a good emperor.

Concubine Shu put down the bowl in her hand, leaned over to put away the broken porcelain on the ground, and still said in that gentle voice: "I can't have a surname today, I can't have a surname Ming'er." There will always be a surname one day. Xue Yihan can die, can't he Huo Zhun? ”

Wei Long sat on the chair with his back: "Mother, you see me sitting here, but I can have a day of peace of mind." ”

Concubine Shu brushed her head and shook her steps, her face did not change and asked, "You hold the honey in your hand, and blame the bees for stinging around you." The good things in this world, do you want Wei Long to occupy them alone? ”

Tuoba Mill did not occupy an area, burned and plundered all the way and then left. Tens of thousands of square meters in the northwest, ten rooms and nine empty, starvation everywhere.

The court lost its voice, and all the people were displaced. Someone will have to bear this calamity. Wei Long issued an edict against himself, did not enter the water and rice for three days, and knelt in front of the tomb of the first emperor.

Xue Yihan coerced the northwest and ordered the Son of Heaven to assassinate Princess Sanssouci and destroy the Liang and Hu in-laws, and then together with his subordinates, he handed over the two cities of Ping'an, causing the Hu people to plunder. Nian Xue's family in Daliang for a hundred years, his family is a concubine, Xue Yihan committed suicide, deputy general Song Bai, all over the house.

It's just that after the order was given, there were chaotic people in the capital who rushed into Xue's mansion, and when Huo Yunsheng arrived with the Imperial Forest Army, Mrs. Xue was already angry, and the servants in the mansion also scattered.

Xue Ling wandered around the city for two days, and the notices posted by the officials had been torn to pieces by the angry people. She can only piece it together and restore the past that she has not participated in in the past half a month from the words of the market.

Her father was framed for losing the country.

Her peaceful city has become a scorched earth.

Song Bai was full of beheadings, and Xue's mansion had become a deserted garden.

The streets have begun to sing about the disloyalty and injustice of the Xue family, and there are already people waiting in the alleys to see the Song family's head fall to the ground. The peddler chatted about the pity of the worry-free princess, and the pawn said that Xue Yihan had a son to hate. I think that at this time, the northwest should be a dead silence, but the capital is bustling.

Xue Ling didn't know what she was thinking, she was in a daze, she had been lying in Linjiang Immortal for the past two days, and the day before yesterday she passed by the door, and when she heard that it was the Xue family inside, she couldn't walk. Today we have talked about the death of Princess Sanssouci.

"Say that, Princess Sanssouci, the clouds are beautiful, but let this Xue thief burn it clean." The storyteller slapped the shocking wood, and the audience applauded, and turned to talk about it.

Xue Ling slowly drank a glass of wine, and suddenly heard someone shouting: "Snow, it's snowing." Why is it snowing in April?" he threw away the broken silver, walked out of the door, slowly stretched out his hand, and several pieces fell on his palm. It's snowing, and only the snowflakes are thin, far less than the magnificent scenery of Pingcheng.

There were three or five children chasing the snowflakes and whistling past, hitting Xue Ling, but they didn't stop. continued to sing some songs: "Godson don't be Xue Yihan".

Xue Ling picked up a book that the child had just dropped, it was tattered, the first two pages were missing, only the content was easy to identify, and the surnames of the hundred families used to start the school were used. She had read it before, but she hadn't read it much.

I walked a long way with my book in my hand, and I unconsciously walked to the door of Xue's mansion. A pair of golden lion knockers on the door had long since disappeared, and Xue Ling pushed the door in. There were a few tattered people sleeping under the eaves, and no one got up to look at her. In the past, the carved beams and painted buildings are broken and ruined today. Anyone in the house who can be moved has been cleaned, and those who are kept have been smashed.

At the feet of the Son of Heaven, there are also mobs.

Xue Ling found a leeward corner and half lay down, groping for the book of family names.

Kong Cao Yanhua, Jin Wei Tao Jiang. Kong Cao Yanhua, Jin Wei Tao Jiang. I don't know what the surname of the storyteller is, I don't know what the surname of the people who applauded, and what the surname of the singing children is?

Groping, groping, I couldn't control myself, I tore the book to shreds, and I threw it into the air, which was very beautiful intertwined with the snowflakes in the sky.

"Hundred family names, hundred family names, all the surnames in the book, Liang Guo up and down, all my Xue family!"