For this matter of Emperor Jiarong, Lu Haitang was still a little blindsided, seeing a man dressed in white like snow walking slowly like a god, the invisible killing intent made her realize the danger, and she didn't care about the Tang Kingdom that was about to be defeated, so she jumped on the city wall with Tianbao on tiptoe and ran quickly into Chang'an City.

"If you can't beat it, surrender, so that you can still save the residents of the city, there are many old and weak women and children in it."

After speaking, he looked back at the shocked and desperate Emperor of the Tang Kingdom, and his old and gradually rickety back made him look extremely haggard.

And Feng Yimad didn't catch up, presumably after capturing the Tang Kingdom, he must discuss how to divide this cake, and he will definitely not leave for her.

She is not from this world, and she really has no extra kindness to take over the mess that cannot be saved, and maybe she will become a captive.

Lu Zhen sat on the ground weakly, taking Jiarong as his belief that he would come back to save Tang Guo, supporting his exhausted body to fight until now, and now that his faith has collapsed, he really doesn't have the strength to stand up again.

Looking up at the extremely cold sword blade of the wind and madness through the heart, a sharp pain hit, the heart slowly stopped beating, unable to hold the sword of the Son of Heaven in his hand, his pupils gradually dilated, but he refused to close.

His Tang ......

At the moment of His Majesty's death, the soldiers of the Tang Kingdom all knelt on the ground as if they were fated, and the battlefield changed from the original silence to the cheers of the Four-Power Alliance.

One will be successful, and ten thousand bones will wither.

The Tang Kingdom, which had occupied the best resources of the Youyue Continent for thousands of years, remained in the history books forever.

Dongling got the biggest piece of cake with its unrivaled strength, and the luxurious Chang'an City officially became the capital of Dongling.

As the regent, Feng Yimad monopolized the government and killed all the royal family members of the original Tang Kingdom, even the newborn child did not let go, and he was ruthless and would never leave any hidden dangers.

Lu Haitang was being hunted down when he learned the news.

That's right.

He was hunted down and killed.

The reason is that the face that looks exactly the same as Emperor Jiarong, who knows that there are countless women who hate and envy her, these women are stronger than the other, and they attack them in groups, which they can't be provoked.

Lu Haitang can't dance knives and guns, and the only favorite weapon, the dog chain, is gone, and he is extremely speechless in the face of this world where whoever has the big fist is justified.

Lu Haitang, who had just run out of Chang'an City and came to the suburban vendors to eat something to fill his stomach, was entangled by a group of women dressed as chivalrous before he sat down.

"Lu Haitang! Shameless! The dead skin is pestering the regent, and you are still a princess of a country! ”

"Hehe, I'm not a princess anymore, it's disgusting to hear that Lu Haitang abandoned her people for the sake of Feng Yimad!"

"Really? For the sake of the regent, you don't even want your own country? It's horrible! ”

……

The deer begonia is crazy, and the rumors are too terrible!!

"It's all said, it's not me who has something to do with Feng Yimad!! A group of crazy women, why don't they listen to people!! ”

I'm really convinced......

Is it possible that you will have to rely on ease of appearance to live in the future?

But it's too uncomfortable to have a layer of skin on your face.

Lu Haitang thought about it and decided to give up this idea.

Because there were too many delicious things in Chang'an City, Feng Yimad would not believe that the real Jiarong Emperor Ji was still alive, so he did not hunt down Lu Haitang, so she was chased and killed in embarrassment for three months, and then successfully came back wearing a veil.

He also exchanged Tianbao for the silver taels that he exchanged for jewelry, bought a small courtyard in a remote alley in Chang'an, and stationed it in the extremely luxurious Chang'an City.

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The Imperial Study.

The ten-year-old Dongling Emperor Feng Jiayu sat bored on the ground, staring at the imperial uncle who was sitting on the dragon chair to deal with government affairs, with a trace of curiosity in his extremely pure eyes.

"Uncle Huang, Chang'an City is very luxurious, I want to go out and play......"

He took a look at the way to the palace three months ago, and it was extremely lively, but the palace was too deserted for him to like.

However, he also knew that Uncle Huang would not allow him to go out.

Sure enough, Feng Yimad glanced at Feng Jiayu, who was untidy and playful, put aside the government affairs that had been handled, and stood up, with a tall and straight figure, handsome and dusty, extraordinary scenery, and an extremely dangerous appearance that was as warm as jade.

"No."

Feng Jiayu hung his head in great frustration, his immature voice dragged on for a long time, he was not satisfied, and he didn't dare to resist.

"Oh...... Got it. ”

When he raised his head, Uncle Huang had already left, beckoned Shen Yu, the personal guard who taught him martial arts, and whispered:

"Little master, you can quietly take me out to play once, just once, I promise not to run around obediently!"

There are so many interesting things in Chang'an City that you can't play, and you are about to get moldy in the palace all day long.

Shen Yu hurriedly knelt down, but he didn't dare to agree to the little emperor's request, if he was discovered by the regent, his head would have to move.

"Your Majesty, your subordinates don't dare."

"I am the emperor, what ?!! dare not"

Feng Jiayu stomped his feet angrily, and no one in the palace was willing to listen to him, so he stood up and ran out aggrievedly.

If only the queen mother were still around......

Night falls.

The palace, which was already extremely quiet, was even quieter, and only the sound of the wheels of the carts carrying the gong's barrels outside the palace for cleaning could be heard.

Xiao Dazi, the eunuch in charge of washing the Gong barrels, and Xiao Qianzi, another eunuch on duty, lifted the waist-length wooden barrels and loaded them into the car.

Sensing that the bucket was a little light, Xiao Qianzi was surprised:

"That's a little bit of a lot today."

Just as he was about to open it to check, Xiao Dazi slapped his hand away and said with great disgust:

"Wouldn't it be nice to be lighter? In the past, it was too hard to pour that big bucket. Don't look at it, it stinks. ”

"Yes."

Xiao Qianzi's suspicion was dispelled by Xiao Dazi, and he put the wooden barrel on it together, not noticing that there was another person in the barrel.

Early the next morning, Mr. Zhao, who stepped into the dormitory and wanted to dress and wash the little emperor, looked at the empty bed quilt, was so frightened that he almost fainted, tried his best to control his heart that wanted to scream, and stumbled towards the palace gate.

Afraid that his head would not be safe, his anxious mood dispersed a lot when he saw the regent enter the palace, and he knelt down in great panic.

"Regent, something is wrong, Your Majesty...... Your Majesty, missing. ”

Feng Yimad, who was dressed in luxurious snow forging, frowned slightly, thinking of the little emperor who was shouting that he was going out to play yesterday, he instantly had an answer, and ordered Commander Xiao, who was in charge of the Praetorian Guard, with a gentle but terrifying killing intent.

"Carefully check if there were any palace people going out last night, and throw all the guards on duty into the snake pit."

Mr. Zhao was drenched in cold sweat and stiff, as if he had sensed the pain of moving his head, and he didn't dare to look up at this regent who was decisive.

Feng Yimad glanced at Chief Manager Zhao, who was trembling on his knees, and said coldly: "Don't let people know that Your Majesty has left the palace, otherwise you will ......"

"Minions understand!" How dare Mr. Zhao have the slightest objection, and hurriedly replied, for fear that his life would be lost if he was a second late.

Feng Yimad looked up at the sky full of red glow, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

The little emperor was extremely important to the situation that had just stabilized, and it seemed that he had to go out himself.