The world has been unified for a long time, the rebellions of all parties have gradually subsided, and the four seas have gradually had the signs of Haiyan Qinghe.

Emperor Dingyuan is recognized as a good emperor, he is nearly fifty years old, he is still diligent in government, unwilling to slack off, and he has a different kind of charm when he seriously reviews the folds under the candlelight. The young man who used to be a sword-cutter is now gray, and although he is in good spirits, his figure is extremely thin.

The old eunuch came to report, and the prince came to say goodbye.

Stopping the pen in his hand, "Let him in." ”

Looking at the helmsman of the future world taught by several of his own people, his face is very similar to when he was young, and his high-spirited appearance makes him seem to see his young self coming towards him, seeing him confident and calm, respectful and polite, and when he stands still, he seems to have not come out of his thoughts.

The crown prince called softly, "Father?"

"Uh, you're here, you're done?"

"Back to my father, my son is done. ”

"It's time now, my father has been unwell recently, why didn't he rest earlier? This morning, even Mrs. Xie and Marquis Xiao were dozing off in the court, and the father didn't have to bow down to everything, but he had to pay attention to his body. ”

Thinking of Xie Ling in the morning, Xiao Geyue dozed off in the morning, Emperor Dingyuan felt funny, the characters who were powerful twenty years ago are now playing scoundrels, and they will set a bad example for the children, and they will teach them a lesson tomorrow.

But I couldn't help but look at a painting hanging next to me, which I painted twenty years ago, and now except that the paper is not very new, the people on it are still as arbitrary as ever. Danqing Immortal will grow old, abandon the monstrous power, and throw himself into the vast world without looking back, and only the two of them can be so chic.

The prince also followed his gaze, only to see the painting of the two people walking side by side, the wild wind wantonly blowing the clothes of the two, this is the back of the two of them riding a horse on horseback with a sword, between heaven and earth in addition to the heavy snow, only this makes people can't take their eyes off the two people. This painting is no stranger to the prince, and he has seen it many times since he was a child. It is said that most of the objects in the palace have a story, and this painting is a legend.

After a while, Emperor Qiyuan said, "There are these two people watching from all over the world, how can I be lazy?" Alas, I also want to take a look, what are the mountains and rivers like now, you have to fight, I can go and see it later." ”

"The Binzhou Palace has been built, so it's better for my father to go and relax, and take a look at the canals in Binzhou by the way. ”

"Okay, you can arrange it. ”

"The son-in-law received the order, the father rested earlier, and the son-in-law retired first. ”

"Go ahead. ”

Put down the fold, picked up a somewhat old book next to it, and the "Chronicles" on the book cover were a little discolored, which was given to me by my teacher when I was a teenager. At that time, when I read these books, I didn't understand too much, but when I read the legend of my ancestors and the ancestors of the Xie family, I admired them, the ancestors gave the Xie family Bai Ze family emblem, and I turned to the mythical beast Bai Ze in the ancient books, looking at such a beautiful and intelligent beast, I really can't think of what it looks like for the same person.

When I was young, I didn't know how hard the world was, and when I met such a person later, I understood the word fate.

Looking back on his life, he met Linghu when he was young, let himself set his ambitions, grow up separately for ten years, get together again, meet Bai Ze's approval, and later get involved in various disputes, fortunately, he won.

It goes well, but after all, I still feel that there is a corner missing in my heart.

The "Chronicles" records the legends of various generations, and the stories of 20 years ago should also be recorded, but I am still reluctant to accept this book, and the new story is not in my heart? Why do you need to record it?

In the twenty-first year of Dingyuan, Emperor Dingyuan died in Binzhou Palace, and a generation of benevolent lords passed away, and all over the world were sad.

The crown prince succeeded to the throne and was called "Cheng Qian"

ordered to sort out the deeds of the first emperor, but he dismissed everyone, recalling what he heard and saw, the most true story.

The young Son of Heaven bids farewell to his father and prepares to fulfill his ambition.