The Imperial Bedchamber. Zhao Yin leaned on the jade couch, rubbing his temples and his face was pale, Luo Xia was simmering the decoction on the silver wire stove beside him, and her eyebrows and eyes were frowning in the rising heat.

In front of the couch, he pestled Sun Lu and Sun Langzhong, stared at Zhao Yin's eyes bigger than the copper bell, and cautiously confirmed: "Your Majesty is sure that your body is okay?" ”

"You've asked ten times!" Zhao Yin couldn't cry or laugh, "I've woken up, I've woken up in front of so many people, and I can't fake it." Even if the strong ones don't count, they can't hide from your eyes! ”

Sun Lu breathed a sigh of relief: "This time the illness is dangerous, which really makes the old man sweat." Fortunately, Your Majesty Jiren has his own heavenly appearance, and hell can't accommodate the true Buddha. ”

"Yo, you can say such a clever thing? Stop, Wu Yang, who visited the sick just now to congratulate him, buzzed in front of my couch for three hours, and was finally sent out by me, and got quiet, did you start again? Zhao Yin rubbed his temples and feigned anger.

"The Empress Xian of the East Palace, as well as the Sixth Highness, are also worried about His Majesty's well-being. Especially His Royal Highness the Sixth, since His Majesty was in a coma, he stayed in front of the couch all day and night. Luo Xia was disgusted.

Zhao Yin was silent, and suddenly said three words: "What about the East Palace?" ”

Luo Xia was slightly stunned, but also quickly responded: "During Your Majesty's recuperation, the East Palace is in charge of the country, and there are many opportunities. Even if you have this filial piety, you can't keep it all day and night. However, as soon as the political affairs are dealt with, the East Palace will also come over immediately. ”

"Oh." Zhao Yin squeaked sullenly.

Luo Xia looked at the king on the jade couch, but after walking at the gate of hell, the person was completely thin, once a hero in troubled times, a powerful minister who dared to kill the king and usurp the throne, now he is an ordinary old man who is over half a hundred years old, and the white hair on his sideburns can't be hidden.

"Your Majesty, Sun Langzhong said, you ......" Luo Xia wanted to speak and stopped.

"Ah, I know. I won't live for a few years. Zhao Yin swallowed the sweet smell in his throat and shrugged, "...... Now it seems that I talk too much, and I feel that it is difficult. Sure enough, my body is getting worse day by day. ”

Sun Lu was also worried: "Forgive the grass people for speaking bluntly." His Majesty had already destroyed the foundation of his body because of taking mandala in his early years, and now because of Yao Bao's incident, his liver qi was stagnant. The grass people once asserted that there were still five years, but now they are afraid that they will not be able to ......"

Sun Lu let out a long sigh and stretched out four fingers.

Zhao Yin laughed three times, and there was no surprise in his release: "It's only been a year less, I thought I was going to burp tomorrow." It's too late. ”

"Just in time?" Luo Xia's face was complicated, and her fingertips secretly clenched the knife of the country.

Zhao Yin stroked the "No Name" placed close to him under the jade pillow, did not answer, his eyes suddenly became soft, as if stirring the years like smoke, touching the old people who are difficult to look back on in the years.

"It's going to be a mid-yuan soon."

Luo Xia glanced at the calendar days that were circled by the red ink of the imperial pen, and then at the pasted paper sky lanterns piled up in front of the jade couch, and added: "Your Majesty keeps pasting every day, Zhongyuan should be able to complete it that day...... Tens of thousands. ”

Tens of thousands. The moment this number exited, everyone in the hall had a moment of heavy eyes.

Fifteen years ago, in the Luo's case, five years before and after, tens of thousands of souls were involved. The whole country lost blood in vain, and the historian's pen gently unveiled the article, and in the end it only became a cornerstone in the change of power.

The Eastern Zhou Dynasty has been extinguished, the Western Zhou Dynasty is prosperous, the wheel of history is rolling by, some people are in the past, and some people are forever trapped in a nightmare.

"How can I forget, they are all my former classmates, comrades, masters, brothers, relatives, their faces are still the same as when they were young, they have not been blurred by time at all, even the voice of Zhao Dalang is very clear in the dead of night." Zhao Yin picked up a sky lantern and wrote a name on it.

Xiao Erlang.

On every sky lantern, there is such a name, tens of thousands, by this king in countless unseen midnights, with an ink pen to write down the names one by one, his classmates, comrades, masters, brothers, relatives.

Love's son-in-law, Jia's father-in-law, General Cheng, and Yao Junshi......

Zhongyuan. For you, for you, put a sky lantern to guide the way of Meng Po Bridge.

See the name? It is I who call in the world of solitary living, to see the light, and to return.

"I, is it wrong?" Zhao Yin smiled astringently, "It's been more than ten years, and I still ask myself every day and night, because it's too painful, the nightmare of relying on a mandala to sleep for five years, and the sin that can't be explained, still makes me ask myself." ”

"The word change was originally forged with blood and tears." Luo Xia's fingertips clenched the knife and trembled slightly, "My father said back then that in troubled times, heroes will come out." Destined to be a man who stepped on the white bones and sin to open the prelude to the dawn. ”

Sun Lu, who was silently watching, bowed his head: "It turns out that this is the rule of power, or rather, the law of exchanging power for the imperial palace." ”

"Then why must it be me Zhao Dalang?" Zhao Yin muttered desolately.

Luo Xia shook her head and nodded again. At one time, she didn't understand why her father chose Zhao Yin, who was still stunned at the time, and even later Zhao Yin's unreasonable protection of Yao Bao, but until today, after Yao Bao's death, Zhao Yin passed out for a few days with the sentence "My life is also dead", and she instantly connected everything.

The person named Yao Rong once put on a yellow robe for Zhao Yin and had insight into the heavens. Admit it, Zhao Dalang, you are such a person.

It's not that the hidden dragon is awakened to smash open the tiger cage, but that the stone of the mountain can attack the jade.

The person who attacked the jade was called Xiao Yi.

Luo Xia smiled, laughing so much that tears came down, she tightly held the Jiangshan Ruhua knife in her arms, the only knife that has the right to kill the king, as if it would be used for a lifetime, guarding it from extinguishing.

"My father said that if there was no first emperor, Zhao Dalang would have become a traitor. But if there is an emperor, Zhao Dalang will become a founding king. ”

There is only one line between good and evil.

The difference between merit and demerit is only one word.

The passage connecting the light and hell was lit by the man with the light of the fire.

Sun Lu walked out of the imperial palace with ears full of golden thunder bombs, and when Mangshu stepped on the stone road on the outskirts of Beijing, he woke up from a jar of good wine, and in one breath, he exhaled a chest full of hills and valleys.

Fifteen years ago, Guozijian made the choice of the Luofuzi family, which was an achievement, a support, a cultivation, and a tempering, but it was also a kind of-

Contain.

Either become a traitor or become the founding king, this is a tightrope "gamble".

And the person who completed this "gamble" was the last king of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty who fed the tiger with his life.

Sun Lu laughed, facing the afterglow of June gold, regardless of the passers-by being frightened, under this eternal sky, on this land full of tears, laughing at the vicissitudes of the world.

How delicate the country is, how many people bend their waists for it.

But the people who have been buried in this country and mountains, the exploits that cannot be recorded in the history books are destined to be in memory and time-

Immortal.