North Vietnam, Qiwu Palace.

The winter wind was fierce, blowing the bloody atmosphere in the hall a little heavier.

There were several corpses lying on the ground, and they looked hideous.

The voice of the little emperor came from outside the door: "Auntie, nephew, please let those Aiqing go, they are all elders of the Three Dynasties, why do you bother with them?" ”

The young man's voice was a little panicked and sincere, Zhao Huangge sneered, dragged the long sword to the door, and Huo Ran opened the door of the hall.

The cold wind poured in, blowing the hem of her clothes, and she was bathed in blood in white, and blood was splashed under her eyes, and her heroic face was a little demonic.

She opened the door, the little emperor was caught off guard, and when he met her gaze, he subconsciously shrank back, and then pleaded again: "Auntie, you are finally willing to see me, those adults are the pillars of my North Vietnam, you can't imprison people because of your own personal grudges." My nephew assures you that as long as you let them go, I will not be to blame for this matter! How is it? ”

Zhao Huangge looked at the person in front of him, his eyebrows and eyes sneered.

The little emperor's face was full of sincerity, and the love for his fists and his indulgence in those words were even more moving.

It's a pity that he is the leader, followed by the silver-armored Imperial Forest Army, and the huge battle encircles her Qiwu Palace.

On the one hand, he made such an intimate gesture, and on the other hand, he was heavily armed, just waiting for himself to be arrested.

This is the child she raised with her own hands, and now she has learned to use the methods she taught him to deal with herself!

She Zhao Huangge was in power at the age of sixteen, pulling her eight-year-old little nephew to ascend the throne, in the past ten years, the sword and sword rain and blood came over, and she didn't want the country to be stable, this little nephew who admired and admired her couldn't help but unite with outsiders to point the finger at herself.

It's a pity that this idiot doesn't know people clearly, and treats jackals as loyal dogs, if she hadn't taken precautions, she would have controlled these initiators first, and now the Zhao family's rivers and mountains have changed their surnames!

And now, the jackal is in addition to it, but the people in front of him are ......

She couldn't be ruthless in the end.

"The emperor came one step too late, and they all died."

As soon as these words came out, the little emperor was overjoyed, and immediately became angry: "They are all my ministers of the North Vietnamese humerus, aunt, how dare you-"

"Why don't you dare?"

Zhao Huangge tilted his head and looked at the little emperor, and asked mockingly: "This palace has been in power for ten years, and you have only been in power for a few days, so you want to seize power from me?" ”

The little emperor was so choked by her that he couldn't breathe, and gritted his teeth again and said: "Auntie has made meritorious contributions to Kuang Fu Sheji over the years, and her nephew has seen it in her eyes, but you can't do anything wrong because of this!" Kill the heroes and punish the pillars to vent their personal anger, if time comes, your nephew can tolerate you, how can the court tolerate it? ”

He said it in a high-sounding manner, but the joy in his eyes couldn't be suppressed no matter what.

Zhao Huangge looked at the child he had brought up, and smiled desolately: "There is no need for him." ”

The so-called heroes are corrupt and bribery, which stirred up the court into a miasma;

The so-called pillars colluded with foreign thieves and tried to usurp the Zhao family;

As for the so-called personal anger, it was she who cleared the cancer of North Vietnam and killed all these people.

She knows these facts, and the little emperor in front of her also knows them.

Zhao Huangge opened his mouth, but he didn't intend to defend himself.

She has not had much time to poison her internal organs, anyway, she has never had a good reputation in her life, and now before she died, she removed the obstacles for him, and it can be regarded as the last thing to do for this in-law nephew.

Although, they are now strangers and drifting apart.

Facing the cold wind, behind her was the sky-high blood, Zhao Huangge's sword tip dragged the ground, and as she walked, the sound of crossing the ground seemed to be wrapped in ghost wailing, making the little emperor outside the door a little frightened.

He couldn't help but step back, and then asked with momentum, "What do you want to do?" ”

In this questioning, he finally took off his mask, showing his vigilance and scrutiny at a glance.

Zhao Huangge glanced at him, wiped the blood on the long sword with a handkerchief, and solemnly put the saber that had been with him for ten years into the sheath and placed it on her body.

This is the sword that her father gave her, named "Qingfeng", which was forged when she was born, and worn by her queen, and now, she will die with her.

After that, Zhao Huangge took the fire fold on the side and blew softly.

The flames lit suddenly, and her face flickered brightly and darkly.

Like the ghosts of hell.

"Ten years ago, the imperial brother was seriously ill, and he handed you over to me personally, and he asked me to support you and guard the rivers and mountains of North Vietnam, and I did it."

The candle flame was lit by her, and when it was held in her hand, the flame reflected on her face with a ghostly light.

The little emperor had a sudden attack in his heart for no reason, gritted his teeth and tried to step forward, but instead saw Zhao Huangge making a stop at him, staring at him, and continued: "I will kill the court officials today, and I am willing to use this life to compensate, after I die, I will not enter the imperial mausoleum, and I will not enter the ancestral temple." ”

The civil and military officials finally arrived, and they heard her words sooner rather than later.

The little emperor's expression seemed to be happy and sad, in the end, she brought him up, and vaguely guessed Zhao Huangge's thoughts, but on that face, there was still panic and sincerity: "Little aunt, what are you talking nonsense, you treat me well, as long as I am willing to confess my guilt today, I will definitely be punished lightly." ”

He stood outside the hall and stretched out his hand towards Zhao Huangge, as if to bring her out of the light.

But Zhao Huangge only glanced at him, and then laughed sarcastically.

What a poor acting skill, but unfortunately with her back to the courtier, she was the only one who appreciated the nervousness and ecstasy in his eyes.

He was afraid that she would come out and wanted her to die here.

She sighed, although she was smiling, there was more disappointment in her eyes: "Zhao Qinian, you and my aunt and nephew are all here." ”

It's ridiculous to say.

She is the eldest princess, and she is obviously the most noble woman in the world, but in her short life of twenty-six years, she is all embarrassed.

When he was sixteen years old, his brother died, and before he died, he held her hand, and the last words before returning to heaven were to entrust her to support the little emperor's imperial power.

And she did.

For the sake of the Zhao family, she never married, Wen was in power, led the army, and banned the softness of her daughter's family, revealing only sharp fangs.

Folk rumors say that she is tyrannical and murderous, and she never takes these things seriously.

But ten years of notoriety were only exchanged for such a wolf-hearted dog's lungs and calculating her things!

Loyal subordinates were reprimanded one by one, and the people around her were uprooted one by one, she had the opportunity to rebel against the world, however......

She couldn't bear it.

How innocent are the people?

She is Zhao Huangge, the youngest daughter of Emperor Yingzong, who grew up in the family of a girl who was held in the Linzhao Dynasty to listen to politics since she was a child, and she has already engraved the four words Jiangshan Sheji in her blood.

So, she can't.

Only that sentence is all here, and it is the bitterness and shackles of her life.

There was already a bit of a trance in front of him, and Zhao Huangge knew that it was a sign of a toxic attack.

She laughed to herself, suddenly raised her hand, and in the exclamation of the little emperor, threw the lit candlestick on the veil, and in an instant she saw the flames soar into the sky, swept into a huge tongue of fire.

Qiwu Palace was poured tung oil by her inside and out, and with just a little lead, it instantly lit up this huge palace.

She stood in the hall, stared at the little emperor outside, and said word by word: "This world is handed over to you." ”

The retreat of her subordinates has been arranged by her, and she should have died ten years ago, but now she can also smile at Jiuquan.

It was dusk, the wind and snow were coming, and the howling wind blew the tongue of fire higher and higher.

In the firelight, Zhao Huangge saw the little emperor's discolored face.

He struggled to rush in, but was pulled by the ministers behind him, and his voice was full of a cry of change of tone: "Little aunt-"

Zhao Huangge lowered his eyes and looked at the people in front of him.

In the last scene of their death, their acting skills were as clumsy as ever.

She chuckled for no reason, and immediately met a pair of eyes.

What kind of eyes are they?

With transparency and compassion, he stared at himself silently.

The man hurried over and saw her most embarrassed before she died.

Zhao Huangge's smile suddenly condensed on his face.

She bit her lip and stared at the man.

The man who has fought with him all his life, and because of his words, she is burdened with a body of guilt.

North Vietnam National Teacher, Xiao Jingchen!

When she was fifteen years old, she was ordered by Xiao Jingchen to "destroy the sycamore when the phoenix came to the world", that sentence seemed like a curse, and it became the biggest handle of her criticism in power for ten years.

But she didn't ruin the world in the end.

She was teased by her father since she was a child, saying that she was the reincarnation of a phoenix in the sky, and that not only the palace was named Qiwu Palace, but even the courtyard was planted with plane trees.

And now, the Qiwu Palace was destroyed, the Sycamore Tree fell, and in the end, it was only her Zhao Huangge who was destroyed.

She thought that her heart had stopped, but when she saw Xiao Jingchen, Zhao Huangge suddenly understood his thoughts.

It turned out that from beginning to end, it was a calculation.

With him, the little emperor is no matter how bastard, and he will not cooperate with the ambitions of those wolves.

This is a game, and those people are pawns, luring her into the game to fight each other with the courtiers who have already turned against her, and finally trap her in the game and lose her life.

It's been ten years, she has been fighting with Xiao Jingchen for ten years, but she didn't want to end up, but she still fell into his hands.

When the man stood outside the hall and looked at her, he was the chess player, and she eventually became a chess piece.

Now, he came in plain white Buddha clothes to give her funeral.

This realization made her even more unstable, and she suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

The tongue of fire had already pounced on her body, and the burning pain made her burn inside, Zhao Huangge staggered and fell to the ground, and the sight in front of her was gradually replaced by the red in front of her.

It was as red as bright blood, but she couldn't help but laugh lowly.

Zhao Huangge, your life is really a joke!

The laughter came from the hall, mixed with crackling sparks bursting, like a phoenix crying blood, and the sound pierced the heart.

At the last glance of Yu Guang, she only saw Xiao Jingchen clasping his hands together at her, with compassion in his eyes, and bowing deeply.

After that, Qiwu Palace collapsed with a bang.