But they could not stop, and their will to fight told them to fear the enemy, but not to be merciful to the enemy, otherwise they would be among the corpses that fell on the stone steps.

Guan Yanyue suddenly let out a roar.

The faces of the Northern Tang soldiers at the forefront showed horror, they were afraid to see this male lion awaken again, and then cut their throats with knives.

Guan Yanyue really moved.

With the last of his strength, he pulled out the tips of the spears, turned around, and climbed up.

He climbed one step, two steps, three steps......

The remaining stone steps higher up had been clean and smooth, but were now stained red by his blood.

His hand finally touched the last stone step.

He saw a pair of feet.

He looked up.

The young man's dragon robe fluttered, suddenly like a fairy, with the warmest smile on his face, like a warm wind.

"Rest in peace." His Majesty of the Northern Tang Dynasty said softly.

Guan Yanyue closed her eyes.

……

……

Qiming Temple.

There were very few people inside, and these were all people who were ready to accompany Da Wu for the funeral.

Some of the old ministers who were already inconvenient to walk had their eyes closed, some of them were blank, and some of them had angry faces......

But there is no doubt that in their hearts, there is sadness.

The eunuchs and ladies in the palace looked a little frightened, but their majesty chose to wait here, and they had no choice.

They saw that outside the main hall, General Weiyuan had made their banner fall, and they also heard the roar of Guan Yanyue on the Linfeng platform.

So deafening.

Then they realized something, and they all looked at the man on the dragon chair who was clutching the armrest.

Ji Ruhai closed his eyes and shed two lines of tears.

Guan Yanyue died, and he knew that this loyal minister had fought until the last moment.

"Lonely ......"

He said softly.

He opened his eyes again, looked at the old ministers with various emotions, but were not afraid of death, and said, "Fortunately, there are still ...... of you."

The final moment has arrived, and everyone should remember every moment that follows.

They gave their faith to this great nation, and it would be good to have faith buried with that great kingdom now.

Outside the Qiming Palace, there was a neat sound of kneeling, like an ocean.

"Ginseng!"

"Brush—"

"Brush—"

……

Ji Ruhai knew that it was Li Zenan who knelt down on the wind platform to celebrate their victory and worship this emperor through the ages.

What followed seemed to be a long silence, quiet, no sound, and a very long time.

After a long time, they heard footsteps outside the Qiming Palace.

The wind swept everything in the palace, and the sun spilled slanting down all over the ground.

The great man like a flower appeared at the entrance of the hall, and on one side, it was General Weiyuan of the Northern Tang Dynasty.

……

……

His Majesty of the Northern Tang Dynasty stood at the door of the hall.

His Majesty of Nanwu sat on the dragon chair.

They were separated by a large hall, and looked at each other from a distance.

One conquered a large land.

The other only ascended the throne not long before he became the king of the dead country.

It was a meeting full of drama.

Ji Ruhai stared at Li Zenan deadly, and also held the armrest of the dragon chair deadly.

"Long time no see, like the sea." Li Zenan said calmly with a warm smile.

"But I don't want to see you." Ji Ruhai said coldly.

He had just ascended the throne today, so it was obvious that he was not used to such a self-title.

So it looks a little ridiculous and pitiful.

On the dragon chair, behind him, is the Sword of the Son of Heaven, who is ready to fight anytime and anywhere, or cut himself, although he is powerless.

Li Zenan walked inside.

His steps are graceful, as are his people.

General Weiyuan pressed the scabbard, always one step behind.

There were eight elite warriors of the Northern Tang Dynasty in the back, carrying knives, and they would attack anytime and anywhere.

Ji Ruhai sat back, and he found that he still couldn't suppress his nervousness, even though he had already prepared everything.

There are things that you think don't matter when they don't happen, but when they come out of nowhere, you find that you are caught off guard.

Looking at Li Zenan, who was approaching, an old minister finally couldn't hold back his emotions, stood up suddenly, and pounced.

"Li Zenan, you brute!"

The old minister's anger was so deep, he had witnessed the establishment and strength of Great Wu, and now he was watching it destroyed, the pain was indescribable.

"Poof—"

A knife was pointed at the center of his eyebrows, and his mouth was slightly open, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything, and his body fell to the ground weakly.

General Weiyuan took a step back, still maintaining the distance from Li Zenan, and slowly returned the knife to its sheath.

Li Zenan made a gesture calmly.

"Kill them all!" General Weiyuan ordered without the slightest emotion.

The eight elite samurai drew their swords with expressionless faces.

As Li Zenan advanced, those old ministers all wanted to rush forward with their old bodies.

But everywhere he passed, the sword light and blood flashed, and the corpses were ambushed one after another.

An old minister fell not far from Li Zenan, his thin hand almost grabbed Li Zenan's boots, and his eyes were still full of unforgettable hatred when he was facing death, which was a resentment that could not be expressed in words.

Li Zenan raised his feet and avoided it, without taking a second look.

He never has mercy on losers, and even when he becomes a loser, he does not ask for mercy from the other party.

He and the deceased Emperor Wu are the same kind of characters, there is no so-called friendship, family affection, compassion, only a strong desire for everything he needs.

Seeing these old ministers who supported themselves on the throne at the last moment and were also determined to bury with them die one after another, and in the blink of an eye, only himself and five or six eunuchs and palace maids were left, Ji Ruhai's tears couldn't stop flowing.

A sense of loneliness arose, and he was now truly alone.

"Enough!"

His eyes were red.

"Li Zenan, I know that you are deliberately making me sad, you just want me to see all this, you want to step on my face, you want to play with us as a winner!"

The last old minister had fallen, and no matter how much he tried to express his anger, it would be of no avail.

Li Zenan didn't pause at all, he came to the foot of the steps in front of the dragon chair.

"Ji Ruhai, you are wrong," he said with a smile, "Sometimes, some people are suffering when they are alive, and they will be liberated when they die." ”

"Then why don't you die!?" Ji Ruhai roared, "I see that you are very tired and miserable!" ”

He now looks like an angry cat, and no matter how righteous he says, it only makes people feel ridiculous.

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