However, all this is just a rumor, and there is no way to investigate the specific truth, because legend has it that the beauty in the painting died in the fire in the Xishu Palace a year ago.

The spies planted by the Western Shu State in the Dongyue State also wrote that there were five years of civil strife. has caused the people to live in poverty, although the emperor is diligent and state affairs all day long. It is still difficult to quickly save the people of Dongyue who are in dire straits.

He put down the secret letter in the book, and the sound of his knuckles "clicked".

Zheng Xiaonan. He had long hated the name. He wanted revenge, he fantasized about blaming all the guilt on Zheng Xiaonan for not taking good care of Ling'er, and he could only sleep lightly for three or four hours at night.

At this time, when the people of Western Shu were aspiring, he ignored the opposition of the Manchu Dynasty and insisted on going his own way, personally leading the troops and sending troops to Dongyue.

The fragile Dongyue Kingdom is now completely vulnerable, and the soldiers of Xishu are red-eyed and rush straight to the palace of Dongyue Kingdom, outside the Zhengyang Palace.

In March, floating in the sky red by the remnants of the sun, Gu Linyuan was wearing a golden armor and was sitting on a tall horse, looking at the hall in front of him, his eyes were bloodshot.

He narrowed his eyes, and the jade sword he held in his hand hung down beside the horse's belly. On top of the murderous sword, there were blood stains dripping to the ground.

In Dongyue, there have long been no soldiers to recruit and no one to use.

There were corpses all over the field outside the Zhengyang Palace, and he was like a madman at this time, dismissing all the soldiers behind him, trying to wait for Zheng Xiaonan to walk out of the hall, and kneel in front of him with the jade seal of the country. Ask him to forgive the innocent people of this country.

The door of the Zhengyang Hall slowly opened, and the footsteps coming from inside were getting closer and closer. One step, two steps. The voice was like an ethereal sound, echoing inside and outside the hall.

What Gu Linyuan didn't expect was. The person who walked out was not the imaginary Dongyue Emperor Zheng Xiaonan, but a beautifully dressed woman. The woman was dressed in fiery red and held a cute child in her hand.

She held the child's hand. Step by step towards Gu Linyuan.

Walking unhurriedly, she held her head high. Step on the white marble steps outside the Zhengyang Palace.

And at this moment, he is already in place, and his face that captivates the country and the city coincides with the face that dreams back every night. He only felt the blood surging up from under him, bursting out of his throat quickly. But it was just stuck in his throat, making him unable to swallow and extremely uncomfortable.

He kept wiping away the moisture from his eyes, trying to clear what was blocking his view.

And the woman was still blank. Step by step towards him.

Finally, she walked up to him. Looking at the man in front of him, there was no trace of waves in his eyes.

Gu Linyuan didn't know what was wrong. He stood where he was, and his feet were like a thousand pounds. He shook his head in disbelief and kept wiping his eyes, until the Allure woman walked in front of him, and the Allure face was like a world away.

The woman bowed her head, knelt down in front of him, and bowed deeply. And the cute baby next to her watched the woman's movements. He also learned to kneel, but his head was raised high. Looking curiously at the man full of tears in front of him, he puffed out his mouth, he looked down on this uncle who was full of scum, he remembered what his mother had said to him, the man did not flick his tears when he had tears.

"The sinner begs the emperor to spare my Dongyue people, and the people are willing to tie the grass and tie the ring, and always feel the kindness of the saint!"

This sentence sounds so familiar, three years ago, she also begged him like this for the Lu family, saying the same thing, even the tone is so similar.

The woman's voice coincided with the one in his memory, and he was still in place.