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Aunt Zhao looked at these figures running away in a panic, her steps were not hurried or slow, and the corners of her mouth were still a deep smile.

Slowly walked into the main hall, only to find that this omnipotent man in the past was sitting on a dragon chair made of red gold, and refused to get up for anything.

Many cronies persuaded him to withdraw as soon as possible, withdraw to the Rehe generation, accumulate troops, and there was still a possibility of saving his life at that time.

It's just that this man who is used to being in charge of life and death, no matter who advises, he sits on the dragon chair and refuses to get up, his eyes are straight, I don't know if he hasn't come back to his senses yet.

Aunt Zhao was dressed in a bright pink dress, walked through the sparse crowd, walked up to the high platform step by step, and stood beside Emperor Nanzhao.

At this moment, no one cares about whether her actions are in line with the rules, but they feel that the former wise and martial emperor is sitting here and losing his mind, I am afraid that they will not have the possibility of a battle, and they have also retreated in their hearts.

"Your Majesty, the eldest princess said that all this is karma, let you accept your fate!" Aunt Zhao whispered in the ear of Emperor Nanzhao.

Emperor Nanzhao's eyes suddenly became focused, and he suddenly looked up at Aunt Zhao beside him, yes, he can still ask his sister for help, as long as she is willing to help, he will definitely have a chance to win!

Emperor Nanzhao stood up from the dragon chair all of a sudden, he wanted to beg her, begging him to restrain Chu Qingcheng, as long as he restrained Chu Qingcheng, he still had a chance to win, now Chu Qingcheng is in charge of the soldiers and horses of Great Chu, leading the war, as long as Chu Qingcheng is controlled, the world will still be his, it is his!

Emperor Nanzhao ran out of the main hall and stood on the stone steps when the hundred officials worshipped.

Aunt Zhao followed closely behind him and found that he stopped at the beginning of the stone steps, looking down at the entire stormy Forbidden City.

Look, now that you've finally tasted the loss of everything, I want you to see with your own eyes how you have lost it little by little, and how your years of forbearance have come to fruition.

Emperor Nanzhao really looked stunned, the palace city that was prosperous in the past and worshipped by hundreds of officials, but there was no longer a shadow of the original forehead, and now there is only a mess left, the bloody breath rushing to the sky, the sword light and sword shadow passed through the palace, and the shouting and killing outside the palace gate shook the sky, constantly impacting the palace gate, it seemed that the soldiers and horses of Da Chu had attacked Tianshui City.

Emperor Nanzhao came back to his senses, his heart trembled, but he still held on to the last glimmer of hope, as long as his sister was willing to help him, he still had a chance.

After thinking about it, he raised his legs and ran down, and when he went down the steps, a sneer flashed in Aunt Zhao's eyes, and she stepped on his dragon robe behind him.

The round body fell on the steps all of a sudden, Emperor Nanzhao was stunned, anger accumulated in his eyes, and he was about to attack, his eyes were stunned, a mouthful of blood spat out from the corner of his mouth, and a sharp short knife pierced from behind him, piercing the head of the golden dragon.

Emperor Nan Zhao looked back at Aunt Zhao in disbelief, raised his finger and slowly pointed at him.

Aunt Zhao was behind him and did not leave, like this, others only felt like Emperor Nanzhao was snuggled in her arms.

Aunt Zhao whispered in his ear: "Look, this world is not yours after all, watching all this little by little lose in your hands, watching yourself become nothing from a king who owns the world, isn't it a good feeling?" ”

"You, you...."Emperor Nan Zhao's mouth was spitting blood, and he looked at Aunt Zhao in disbelief.

He never thought that in this battle for dominance in the world, he would not die under the iron hooves of Zheng Zheng, nor at the hands of Beiliuyun, nor at the hands of those demons of the Chu family, but at the hands of an inconsequential woman, in the hands of a woman whom he had always regarded as a pawn.

The reality has come and gone, and the eyes that have only been slitted are desperately widening.

Aunt Zhao curled her red lips and raised her eyes to look at the messy court, with a hint of confusion in her eyes, Ouyang's country was finally over, and the man in front of him finally saw with his own eyes how he had lost all this.

Aunt Zhao looked down at the mellow Emperor Nanzhao, her eyes were frivolous, but there was a touch of desolation in her eyes: "Do you know why you lost?" ”

Emperor Nanzhao's mouth hung a sticky scarlet, flowing down his chin on the bright dragon robe, with an indescribable ridiculousness.

He grabbed Aunt Zhao's gorgeous dress and opened his mouth, as if he also wanted to know the answer to this question, why did he lose?

Aunt Zhao leaned close to Emperor Nanzhao's ear, sprayed hot air, and said slowly, "Do you know? We once had a child.."

A touch of astonishment flashed in Emperor Nanzhao's eyes, looking at the beautiful girl in front of him, but she seemed to be sealed with a seal, unable to speak, and under an anxious situation, more blood gushed out.

"I didn't beat him off, not only did I give birth to him, I also carefully raised him as an adult, it's just that he is too much like you, full of ambition and desire for power, keen on power, chasing power, never thought about it but lost his life in vain." Aunt Zhao's tone was tinged with sadness.

"Do you know who he is? He is Hong'er, Feng Hong, your son, your biological bloodline, it's ridiculous that you let Chu Qingcheng kill him, and you helped Chu Guogong's son kill your own son, how ridiculous do you say? How can you not lose, how can you not lose? It's the biggest joke in the world! Aunt Zhao was heartbroken, and Emperor Nanzhao's eyes were dull.

Thinking of Feng Hong, who used to work under him, he turned out to be his own son...

"Now, you have lost everything, Hong'er Quanxia has knowledge, you can also look at it, then, you go down to the underworld, just look at yourself with peace of mind and finally give up this splendid mountain and river to the enemy!" Aunt Zhao laughed, and her bright pink dress was like a blooming peony, which was placed on the jade steps in front of the main hall.

Recovering from the shock, Emperor Nanzhao trembled all over, looking very excited.

With a deep sense of remorse and unwillingness in her eyes, you,! Why didn't you tell me earlier, why did you give birth to my child behind my back!!

Looking at the pain in Emperor Nanzhao's eyes, a flash of happiness flashed in Aunt Zhao's heart.

She knew that the remorse of the man in front of her was not because he had killed his son, she would never be naïve enough to believe that this scheming man would be merciful to him, what he regretted, what he was remorseful, painful, and unwilling was just the humiliation caused by letting Chu Qingcheng kill Feng Hong.

This truth made it difficult for him, who had always thought he was in his hands, to accept it, and it was more like a big mouth slapping him in the face.

In fact, it proves that Aunt Zhao does know Emperor Nanzhao.

Emperor Nanzhao felt deeply unwilling in his heart at the moment, and only felt that God had really made a big joke.

He planned for half his life, racked his brains, tried his best to get rid of the Chu family, and plotted for this thousands of miles.

But after calculating it, in the end, he helped the enemy kill his son, he gave up the entire river and mountain, he had nothing, and there was only one way to die after becoming a king and defeating the king, but those calculations that he had been complacent about, and what he thought was successful, finally became a big joke, he could only sway miserably in the wind, watching the enemy's heirs sit and enjoy the country he couldn't ask for all his life.

Emperor Nanzhao grinned, he didn't understand, he didn't understand why everyone refused to help him, he felt that God was so unfair, he had planned for half his life, not only lost the throne, but also lost his life.

"You have never fulfilled your responsibilities as a father in half your life, so you can go to the underworld to take care of Hong'er!" Aunt Zhao spoke softly, but with both hands, she pulled out the knife in Nan Zhao's body.

Blood sprayed, like a blood mist falling from the sky, and the carved dragon and phoenix in the middle of the stone steps were splashed with agate-like blood beads, adding a bit of horror to the whiteness.

After the short knife was drawn, it stabbed into Emperor Nanzhao's body frantically again, and then the slender wrist pulled it out again.

Emperor Nanzhao finally opened his eyes deadly, closed his breath, tilted his body, and leaned on Aunt Zhao.

Aunt Zhao slowly stood up, looked at the man in front of her who had loved, hated, worshipped, and forgotten, lifted the delicate colorful brocade red mandarin embroidered shoes, and kicked him away.

The fat body rolled down the stone steps from top to bottom, rolled over the ninety-nine eighty-one stone steps, and finally stopped on the ground, and with a bang, his head hit the ground heavily.

With this crisp and moving sound, it seemed to indicate the complete end of the Nanzhao Dynasty.

Aunt Zhao looked at the corpse on the ground, stood at the top of the stone steps, laughed, a few tears fell from her eyes, and heard the footsteps coming in a hurry behind her, but she was not afraid, stretched out her hands, and laughed: "The emperor is dead!" Everyone, run for your life! Nanzhao has perished since then! Nanzhao is gone! ”

Those who were still holding on, at this moment, after seeing the corpse of Emperor Nanzhao with their own eyes, there was no reason to insist for a while, and only a very small number of people still had their passion for their family and country.

Aunt Zhao shouted, her voice stopped abruptly, and several spears pierced out of her body, but there was no fear in her eyes, but there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

Hong'er, my mother can go to see you, this time, bring your father to find you, you must be very happy.

At this moment, the soldiers and horses of Da Chu, who were originally like a bamboo, were about to attack the last line of defense of Tianshui City.

However, for some reason, Nan Zhao's soldiers only watched as the swift and thunderous offensive of Da Chu's soldiers came to an abrupt end.

And Chu Luoyi, who was guarding Beiliuyun's side, suddenly saw Xiao Liuzi running over in a hurry, his face was pale: "Master.. Oh no.. The little masters are gone.."

Chu Luoyi was stunned for a moment, and then stood up suddenly: "What did you say?" ”

"When the slave just went to the cubicle to see the little master, he found that the little masters were gone, and asked them what the little master was, but he opened his mouth and talked nonsense, saying that you took the master!" Xiao Liuzi spoke anxiously.

Xiao Liuzi just felt that these mothers-in-law and maids were talking nonsense, the master had been staying by Beiliuyun's side, he had just left from the master, where had he seen the master go to pick up the child.

PS (not counting words): Tomorrow is the finale of the blood phoenix, after a year of long-distance running, it is finally going to end perfectly, thank you for the support and encouragement of all the little ancestors for so long, and I will sigh with you tomorrow ~ Finally ask for a wave of rewards ~