Da ...... Da ...... Da ......"

The military boots stepped on the obsidian floor one by one, and a lonely and cold footsteps sounded in the empty hall, Zhong Qingyuan was covered in heavy armor, and his huge body walked slowly, leaving a bright red bloody footprint behind him.

This is the sleeping palace of the Emperor of Wu - Feishuang Palace, but at this moment, this place has long been in shambles, all the eunuchs and palace maids have long since disappeared, only a man with a cloak sitting on the dragon chair, he is the famous Emperor Longyou of the Southern Dynasty.

Emperor Longyou raised his head and glanced at Zhong Qingyuan, there was no wave in his eyes, but he said lightly: "It turns out that Zhong Qing is here......

After saying this, his gaze lowered again, and landed on a corpse on the ground.

The corpse was a woman, still wearing an expensive doffing robe, and judging by the wound on her neck, the dagger in her hand, and the blood on the ground, it was most likely that she had killed herself.

"My beloved concubine, it's a pity, she and my relatives have been suffering for more than 20 years, and have endured a lot of hardships.

Awakened by Emperor Longyou's exclamation, Zhong Qingyuan looked up at him, only to find that Emperor Longyou was also staring at him.

At this moment, Zhong Qingyuan suddenly admired the man in front of him, he not only endured for more than ten years under the dazzling light of King Wuling, but also had the courage and ability to secretly cultivate cronies, gather strength, and then suddenly launch a coup d'état.

The most awe-inspiring thing is that until this moment, this man's eyes did not show any fear.

This person is a real hero, but it's a pity that his opponent is the prince......

Zhong Qingyuan suddenly had such a thought, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

As if seeing what he was thinking, Emperor Longyou smiled: "What, Zhong Qing is also sorry for me?" ”

Zhong Qingyuan looked at him stunned and did not speak.

Emperor Longyou's gaze returned to the female corpse, and a touch of tenderness that had never been seen before suddenly appeared on his face: "My beloved concubine also persuaded me to give up, in fact, I understand that she just wants me to live this life in peace, and she doesn't care about any glory and wealth." ”

Zhong Qingyuan sighed: "The Holy Lord should listen to Concubine Li's advice." ”

"Hahahaha......"

Emperor Longyou suddenly sneered in a low voice, and his face gradually became hideous.

"Of course I should have listened to her, but she didn't understand that I would never get past myself!

The rivers and mountains of Dawu are left by my ancestors, this is both a gift and a responsibility, since God has chosen to make me the emperor of this country, then I can't watch King Wuling steal the country! ”

Zhong Qingyuan shook his head: "The prince has no intention of stealing the country, and if there is no prince, Dawu has been captured by the Northern Dynasty more than ten years ago, how can there be a later Southern Dynasty?" ”

"There is no intention of stealing the country?"

Emperor Longyou sneered: "I used to be so naïve to think that King Wuling had no intention of stealing the country, but eight years ago, I was already in power, and the power of the court was still in the hands of King Wuling.

From military and political affairs to my weddings and funerals, it all depends on his face, and if he is slightly unsatisfactory, I will be advised by the ministers, what is this? This is a bully! ”

Emperor Longyou slapped his palm on the dragon case, as if to vent all the grief and anger over the years.

Immediately afterwards, the corners of his mouth hooked up a sneering smile, and he looked at Zhong Qingyuan with interest and said, "Zhong Qing, look at my Flying Frost Palace, look at my beloved concubine, do you still think that King Wuling has no intention of stealing the country?" ”

Zhong Qingyuan's heart moved slightly, but he still shook his head: "The minister is just a soldier and doesn't understand any big truths, but the minister knows that the Southern Dynasty can only prosper in the hands of the prince, and if the saint continues to endure it, the prince will definitely not be unfavorable to you." ”

"Presumptuous!"

Emperor Longyou suddenly shouted hysterically: "I am the emperor, the Son of Heaven!" I am rich all over the world, I control the fate of all the people in the world, and I will never accept mercy and charity from anyone, especially him, never!

I have read poetry and books since I was a child, I am familiar with military strategy, and I have studied political affairs, I can be a good emperor, but what I lack is just a stage to perform, and this stage is my throne!

My throne was left to me by my ancestors, and I took it from the Great Dao, from the great righteousness, and from the principles of heaven!

He, King Wuling, is just one of my courtiers, why did he take away my stage, why did he hold everything that should belong to me, and then he had to pity me and give me alms?

Why, huh? Why is he? ”

As he spoke, Emperor Longyou jumped up from the dragon chair and rushed in front of Zhong Qingyuan in a few steps, his eyes splitting and shouting hoarsely in his face.

Zhong Qingyuan looked at Emperor Longyou blankly, and said in a deep voice: "The minister doesn't know what the avenue is, and he doesn't understand any heavenly principles, the minister just came back from the battlefield, where only if he is strong enough can he win, and then bring more sons home."

The minister also felt that the saint would definitely be able to be a good emperor, but the minister still felt that the country was in the hands of the prince was the best result, because in addition to your background, even if you worked so hard, you were still inferior to the prince. ”

Hearing this, Emperor Longyou's expression froze, and he took three steps back and sat on the steps.

He laughed suddenly, first chuckling, then louder and louder, and finally into an unbridled laugh.

However, the bean-sized tears burst out like a flood that burst the embankment, and with just one breath, Emperor Longyou was already in tears.

"Yes, yes, I was defeated, I endured humiliation and prepared carefully for more than ten years, but in the end I still lost to him!"

Emperor Longyou groaned in pain, as if he had summed up himself, and as if he had suddenly been relieved.

He raised his head and looked at Zhong Qingyuan again with scarlet eyes.

"Tell me, what is he going to do with me?"

Zhong Qingyuan sighed: "The prince said that you shouldn't kill Hong Xiao, otherwise he can still allow you to continue to be the emperor......"

Emperor Longyou sneered: "Becoming a king and defeating a king, now of course he can use these cool words as an excuse!"

Hong Xiao, the Admiral of the Nine Gates, was originally a spy he planted beside me, and at the time of the coup, he pretended to serve me, don't I know?

Hmph, I really needed to use this person to quickly stabilize the situation in Beijing at that time, so I would temporarily make a false deal with him, and when I completely controlled the situation, the first person I wanted to kill was naturally him!

And none of you expected that in addition to knowing about Hong Xiao's conspiracy for a long time, I really bought his eldest brother, Hong Yuan, the deputy commander of King Wuling's army!

At the time of the coup, Hong Yuan led his army to raid the tent of the king of Wuling, and as long as he succeeded, Dawu could clear the source and return to the right path.

It's a pity that God doesn't help me, King Wuling is as cunning as a fox, and in the end he fell short. ”

When he said this, Emperor Longyou did not hide the regret on his face, but he did not have the slightest remorse, as if the old man was recalling the eventful years of his youth and frivolity.

After a long time, Emperor Longyou regained his composure, and when he saw that Zhong Qingyuan didn't speak, he joked: "Okay, the complaints have also been made, and the people who should be scolded have also been scolded, now let's talk about my fate."

Let me guess, I'm afraid I'll have to die no matter what, as long as I die, your prince will be able to ascend the throne with the support of his ministers, right?

No, no, I can't die so early, nine times out of ten, your prince wants me to play a good show first, right? ”

Emperor Longyou said confidently, in his opinion, there would be no second possibility of the next course of events.

However, Zhong Qingyuan shook his head: "The saint is wrong again, I said that the prince has no intention of stealing the country, so the matter of ascending the throne is nonsense." ”

"What did you say?"

When Emperor Longyou heard this, his eyes suddenly froze.

Zhong Qingyuan took down the sword of the Son of Heaven from the wall, gently placed it beside Emperor Longyou and said, "This coup d'état has dealt a big blow to my Great Wu, and the Holy Lord needs to be responsible for this, so the prince allows you to kill yourself."

After your death, you enter the Imperial Mausoleum and enter the Taimiao, and we will declare to the public that the Holy One has contracted the disease and died, and then choose one of your brothers to take over the throne. ”

"Is that true?!"

Emperor Longyou's eyes widened in astonishment when he heard this.

Zhong Qingyuan nodded respectfully: "It's true!" ”

Emperor Longyou was stunned: "Who does he plan to choose to become the new emperor?" ”

Zhong Qingyuan said: "Fu Wang! ”

Emperor Longyou frowned: "King Fu is the most assertive among the brothers, I thought he would choose the cowardly King Zhao, hmph, what is this old fox planning?" ”

Zhong Qingyuan shook his head: "The prince said that what he wants is not a puppet, but a real monarch, and one day he will return a complete world to the emperor, so that person must have great talent, just like ...... Just like Holy You! ”

"What did you say?!"

Emperor Longyou looked at Zhong Qingyuan in shock, and at this moment, for the first time, his face had an unexpectedly complicated color.

Zhong Qingyuan sighed again in his heart, saluted Emperor Longyou, and then turned around and walked outside the hall.

Emperor Longyou sat on the steps in a daze, slowly picked up the sword of the Son of Heaven, and suddenly he laughed again, laughing and shedding tears.

No one knows what is the relief in his heart at this moment? Remorse? Hate? Still unwilling, maybe both, mixed tastes.

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