Zhou Wan trembled and was helped away, leaving only Jing Chi, Zhang Zhong and Xia Wang in the empty room.

What a spring of hardship.

"Killed...... Kill that son of a scumbag......" King Xia said breathlessly, his eyes turning red, and he glared angrily at the empty front. He calculated his life, stabilized the temple, and guarded against forming a party for personal gain, but he never imagined being betrayed by his own son. I didn't expect that the Fu family, who had died twenty years ago, would appear in the palace. Everything that he had painstakingly managed seemed to collapse into powder in an instant, and it was scattered by the wind with a gentle blow.

King Xia coughed violently, his whole body was hot, he turned his head, and his cloudy eyes looked at the worried Jingchi on the side. The phlegm in King Xia's throat was coughed out fiercely, and he couldn't breathe anymore, and the phlegm was mixed with a large amount of bright red bloody phlegm. He had obvious wet rales in his lungs, cyanosis on his body, and gradually ecchymosis.

King Xia knows that his time is short, and he may not be able to open his eyes again. He endured the severe pain on his body, clutched his chest and said, "Jingchi ......"

"Zhang Zhong."

"Your Majesty." Zhang Zhong came over, he was a little older than King Xia. Zhang Zhong crouched under King Xia's bed, his eyes filled with tears that were easily invisible.

"The widow knew that the disease was incurable, and he could just follow the old rites and bury him in the royal tomb. Great Xia ...... Daxia will entrust the prime minister for the rest of the day. The widow has worked hard for more than 30 years, but he did not expect to die in the conspiracy of fratricidal brothers and sisters and collusion and assassination in the country...... It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter...... I have been calculating all my life, and finally I have been calculated by others. As he spoke, tears streaming down the king's face, like a wounded beast unconvinced but forced to accept his fate.

"Scenic Pond...... We will have a battle with Yan Rong soon, and now the plague is rampant, if it ...... If it is really defeated, we must use the relationship between countries to restrain each other, and threaten to benefit from each other. Today's King of Beiyang grew up with you, and the friendship is deep, and the marriage alliance between Beiyang and Daxia is an important thing, and you must also keep it in mind. For the king to be virtuous, there is no doubt about employing people, above the temple, to select the virtuous and capable, Zhang Zhong and Lian Qin assisted their father for a lifetime, loyal and good, for the country and the people, hard work and high merit, you can rest assured to use. With these benevolent, righteous and pure people in Great Xia, the foundation can last for a long time, and the country will be safe and healthy. ”

Jing Chi held his father's hand, his expression painful.

King Xia slowly closed his eyes and whispered Jing Chi's name, "Son...... The name of the former framing pool, do you know what the pool is? The moat means pool, and this is what the Father expects of you. Do you know why you didn't fight or grab and made you the son of the world? Because Jing Zheng was ambitious, he colluded with Yan Rong in the assassination of Gu Zi'an, and now he has thrown himself into the arms of the enemy country for the position of the prince. Although this person is your brother, you have to guard against it. You didn't grow up with your father, but I saw all the ambitions in your heart. Don't panic, don't be busy in chaos, and the days to come ...... As a father, I can't accompany you and guide you one by one...... It's up to you...... Go and ...... yourself Calm the inside and outside, and work hard to cure the ......" He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his mouth grew long, and it was difficult to breathe. King Xia grabbed Jing Chi's sleeve fiercely, and the green tendons on his forehead protruded from his face like fishing nets.

He leaned on Jing Chi with his dying breath, "summons...... The summons ...... "suddenly stopped breathing.

King Xia, passed away.

Jing Chi's hand around his father trembled, and he couldn't suppress the panic in his heart, which spread from the soles of his feet to his heart. His face was pale, his clothes were a little messy, and his eyes were wide in disbelief, overflowing with sadness. In the spring breeze, the bells of the temple in the distance are crisp, the sun outside has converged the colors, and the weak green grass has emerged from the dust and mud. He was petrified, and he didn't move. Jing Chi cried silently, he closed the window, and the eunuchs and palace maids outside were still busy cleaning.

Zhang Zhong fell to his knees with a thud and said in a low voice, "The king has been ten thousand years." ”

Jing Chi seemed to have a little more perseverance in his eyes for a moment. His spine was straight, as if he wanted to bear all the burdens of Great Xia. A wisp of rosin wafted in from afar, and the pen and ink in front of the desk were still grinding last night.

The spring breeze is dripping, and the bamboo charcoal is not extinguished.

He asked coldly, "Fourth Uncle is back?" ”

Zhang Zhong got up and replied, "I was stationed in the frontier, and I came to Chengping to recuperate when I was sick. ”

"It's because I can't live with the fourth uncle, it's windy and sandy outside, but I'm going back." A few days ago, the fourth brother of the first king Jingcheng returned to Chengping because of illness, and his father grew up with the fourth uncle, who was stationed on the battlefield when he was young and rarely returned to Beijing. At that time, King Xia was also very gracious and asked the fourth uncle to go to the frontier with his family to live. Now that he is old, the old wounds that have been fighting for many years to maintain stability will ache faintly when they encounter the wind. The first king couldn't bear it, so he specially recruited him to return to Beijing. Who knew that he didn't come back for a few days, and the Si people had passed away.

Jing Chi's face was indifferent and lackluster.

He pushed open the heavy door of the former king's bedroom, his light-colored robes fluttering in the wind, and the silver crown on his head shimmered. The sorrow in his eyes was like the gloom of heavy snow, but there was a dormant power hidden in the depths. Everyone stopped their busyness and knelt on the ground in unison. Jingchi looked far, far away, with mountains undulating in the distance and temples rising in smoke.

"King Xia, pass away."

Everyone looked at the immovable Jingchi in amazement, and suddenly shouted: "Please mourn the king." ”

The sunlight shone through the dark clouds and fell on Jing Chi's body with a golden light, and his long eyelashes and tall nose were dyed with a layer of warmth. There is dignity and arrogance between the eyebrows, a jade belt is tied around the waist, and the robe is snow-white, spotless.

This is their king, the king of Bactria .

Meng Yining sat next to the Yingge girl and asked about her condition, when she suddenly heard the bell in the distance strike twelve times, startling a row of crows that landed on the house. She stood up and walked out, and the sun suddenly shone brightly outside.

Meng Yining raised his sleeves to cover his eyes, and the peach trees planted by Jingchi in the courtyard trembled slightly in the wind. She looked up into the distance, "What's going on?" ”

The housekeeper beside him was also suddenly stunned, and shouted twice: "Your Majesty...... The king is dead. ”

"What did you say?" Meng Yining's heart was cold, it was good to see each other the day before yesterday, how to say that he passed away. She looked incredulously in the direction of the palace, so that Jing Chi would be the king of this Great Xia in the future? Changing in an instant, the world was turned upside down, and she was not mentally prepared at all. The girl slowly leaned against the cold pillar and slowly fell to the ground, and she suddenly felt so tired, like a huge mountain pressing down on her thin body, she couldn't breathe.

I don't know where the road lies ahead, but I can only stumble on.

The old king, who once scolded Fang Xuan, has left one by one, and now he has changed the world and the world, just waiting for the descendants to continue to break through desperately.

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