Thinking of this, Yinchen relaxed and became less nervous, because he remembered that the Gusu City that the True King ran here was no worse than Pershing in terms of military defense, but it was not a quasi-modern fortress city, but a completely and thoroughly modern defensive fortress. （m.）

"If I can defeat Gusu, I will lose!" Yinchen looked to the north and muttered softly, but he ignored an important detail, on the Santu River, there are two fortresses of Xiuhang and Gusu, unlike the floating blood river, there is only one Pershing.

He didn't know that Emperor Beiwu never had the courage to attack Gusu with all his might, after all, Cunnan Province was the fief of the true king Zhao Guangyi, and even in the northern country, no one was willing to go to the territory of the god of war to spread wilderness.

"Shang Dynasty" trance sword, Xia Shouzhong's lack of qi voice came out from the deep hall, and Yinchen walked into the Qianqing Palace, which was still magnificent at this time, along with the civil and military officials.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!" In the early dynasty, the ritual of three bows and nine bows was indispensable, and although Yinchen was disgusted, he could only follow the others. After the salute, everyone stood up and stood solemnly with their hands down, but the Spirit Emperor had not said a word until this point.

While everyone was standing with their heads down, Silver Dust relied on himself being blocked by an oval spherical fat minister, and glanced at the Spirit Emperor very quickly and secretly. The appearance of the Spirit Emperor was very strange, the kind of strangeness that Silver Dust had never seen before. It stands to reason that the enemy has reached the gate of the capital, and the Spirit Emperor should have a worried or panicked expression, or at least he should be white-headed overnight, and he will age dozens of years in an instant, right? After all, if the hundred-year-old national ancestor is really planted in his hands, what face will he have to go down to see the ancestors and ancestors? But the Spirit Emperor in Yinchen's eyes seems to be returning to the light, and his spirit is radiant, although it is not full of red light, but at least in those dark green eyes, a sharp essence shoots out from time to time.

It was a fierce and brave Spirit Emperor that Silver Dust had never seen, and that was the courage that Silver Dust had never imagined being able to be shown by the Spirit Emperor. After the sword on the day of the fourth day, the Spirit Emperor in front of Yinchen will always be weak and incompetent, even if he pretends to be very fierce, even if he uses some kind of divine weapon to generate wind pressure to increase his momentum, for Yinchen, he is just a bad old man who is pampered and busy. If the Spirit Emperor dragged the dragon robe, he would definitely not be more conspicuous than the uncle who was downstairs when Yinchen was a child, and even more like a hillbilly than those uncles who played chess on the side of the road in terms of conversation and knowledge. is such a person whose spirit and spirit are very ordinary, at this moment, burst out with amazing courage and will, in the eyes as green as a wolf, the divine light is moving, and Yinchen knows that his heart must be rolling with monstrous bravery, just like the catastrophe that suddenly opened after Yinchen made up his mind. That kind of brave aura, Yinchen is too familiar.

The silver-colored pupils flashed with endless afterimages, the silver-colored magician knew what that meant, he secretly released his spiritual power, carefully crossed the top of the Spirit Emperor's head, and stabbed straight at the "Zhengda Guangming" plaque, and then, his heart was empty, and he felt as if there was an organ in his body falling endlessly.

The back of the plaque is empty.

In the illusion provided by the Great Prophecy, the edict of "Passing on the Kingdom of Zhao Guangyi" should have been placed there quietly, and was regarded by all the people in the world except for the Spirit Emperor and a few mysterious ministers who were concerned about his life, as the supreme holy canon written on the crown prince Zhao Rencai or the fifteenth son Zhao Rende, so as to hide from the heavens and seas, and completely play with and applaud the two major forces of the Hou Party and the Eunuch Party, and pass on the national glory of the Seventh Dynasty as real as the Third Dynasty without any trace of water.

Linghuang, weak and incompetent, Linghuang, indecisive, Linghuang, godson without a way, Linghuang, copying the family crazy. Emperor Ling is not a good emperor, but he is a good brother who protects his own brother with his life, and he is a good husband who will never leave his wife.

This is Zhao Guangling.

"Rank Aiqing, now that the thieves have come to the city, I want to know how you plan to deal with it?" After a long silence, the Spirit Emperor slowly spoke, his voice was extremely clear, every word was clear, there was no trills of fear, panicked roars, or desperate sighs, calm, even peaceful, this strange calm made some ministers feel suffocated, but made other ministers feel inexplicably relieved.

"Your Majesty!" At this time, the prime minister of Shangshu Province suddenly knelt on the ground, his voice was the same as the reaction of his body at the moment, he was trembling uncontrollably: "The minister thinks that he should quickly send an envoy to sue for peace!"

"Peace?" Emperor Ling repeated this extremely humiliating word, his tone was full of disdain, but at this time, with the start of the Later Party Leader and the Prime Minister of Shangshu Province, most of the people in the Manchu Dynasty's civil and military forces knelt down, whether they were against their will or not, and echoed: "The ministers seconded the proposal!"

Yinchen didn't move, he stood in the middle of a circle of kneeling on the ground, standing out from the crowd, and the silver robe showed his outstanding temperament.

"Silver Dust, what do you mean?" the Spirit Emperor successfully noticed Silver Dust's outstanding figure.

"Your Majesty, I'm a candidate for King Wuling!" Yinchen's voice was full of mockery: "What do you think I can do?"

"Your Majesty, the ministers and others seconded the wish of the candidate King Wuling, and implored the emperor to strengthen his troops and horses, close the city gate, and consolidate the city defense!" At this time, the military department Shangshu, who was still standing like Yinchen, immediately took a step forward, and the action was as if he stood up to block the bullets when facing the enemy's gun. The voice of the military department Shangshu was young and intense, and Yinchen sounded very familiar, turned his head to look, and was slightly surprised, it turned out that the person was actually an old acquaintance, it was Han Shuang, the son of Han Yubing.

"The emperor can't!" At this time, the old prime minister who was trembling on his knees suddenly screamed: "The minister heard that the king has taken over the defense."

This sentence was like a knife that pierced the vital point, causing the Spirit Emperor's body to shake violently, and then he coughed even more violently: "Silver dust...... Han Shuang is like ...... What else do you think I can do now...... You may take refuge in the new Lord, but I ...... It couldn't be ......."

"It should be said that it is absolutely impossible for the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty and all the imperial relatives! You stupid worms! Do you think the northerners are so easy to talk to?!" Han Shuang's voice sounded first, irritable and intense.

"This is simple, send someone to sue for peace, just list the military salary and treasury silver Liang of Lord Zhao Fenglei who have been greedy for ink over the years, as a gift, since the family has treasoned and surrendered to the enemy and is ready to be the leading party, why should we be polite to him?" Yinchen said slowly, as if talking about an inconsequential trivial matter: "Northerners! Wechen has seen a lot, not to mention anything else, the slaves in Jianzhou are particularly fond of torturing prisoners, and they have to squeeze the last drop of oil and water out of the road, our Southern Empire has been glorious for a hundred years, and the Manchu Dynasty is both civil and military, can you not be excited, Your Majesty, can you not be excited about those jackal divisions?"

"You!" The prime minister of Shangshu Province, who was shaking, jumped up suddenly, pointed at the tip of Yinchen's nose, and shook his fingers violently: "It's just ...... Barbarous...... Sven sweeps the floor......"

"Your Majesty, this person is talking nonsense, he should let Tingwei take it!" At this time, the insect snake Taoist who had already become a court official shouted with a sharp voice. Yinchen shrugged indifferently: "What I said is just the truth, you can kick me out, continue to discuss peace, and see if those Jianzhou slaves will let you go......"

"There is no need to discuss peace. Emperor Ling relieved himself, gasped and ordered: "Come here, draft the decree, order the prime minister of Shangshu Province to be the minister of plenipotentiary peace, go on the road alone, travel lightly, carry the gift list, go to see the leader of the northerner Tartar, and ask for peace...... If you don't come, you don't have to come back. ”

"Your Majesty!" Han Shuang's voice was full of eagerness, and even a hint of pleading.

"The emperor spares his life!" was only an endless plea in the voice of the prime minister of Shangshu Province.

"Without further ado, let's do it quickly!" the Spirit Emperor waved his hand a little impatiently, and asked the court guard to drag the prime minister down. After the sound of begging for mercy and cries for help like the prime minister's air defense siren disappeared outside the door, the Spirit Emperor seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and the whole person fell softly in the dragon chair.

"Silverdust is right...... Don't you Aiqing understand it until now? After breaking this Pershing, none of us can stay out of it, none of us ...... From the Third Dynasty to the present, four generations of dynasties have passed, and the side branches of the royal family may survive through some secret means, and the big families can also stay so much, but in this Pershing City, the civil and military officials, and I, the person sitting on the dragon chair, have any of them escaped?

The voice of the Spirit Emperor exploded wantonly in the main hall, no one answered, no matter whether it was the post-party eunuch party, or any other party, at this time it was a desperate gray, because at this time, no one would selectively forget that the rule that has been handed down since the era of the Third Dynasty is almost as sacred and inviolable as the calendar: the country must be slaughtered!

The problem facing the Manchu Dynasty now is not the problem of defeat and surrender, not the problem of surrendering the city to make the northerners retreat, but the real problem that once defeated, the city will be slaughtered. When the machete is on the neck of every minister, no matter how much he colludes with the ministers of the enemy country, he will become the most staunch patriot.

"Your Majesty, the minister is stupid, dare to ask the people of the north, if they will?"

"No, it won't. The Spirit Emperor answered the question of another Houdang courtier in a flat voice: "If it were you, seeing that the enemy's national capital was about to be defeated, and now retreating?" Do you think that Harran or something is as stupid as you?"

"Your Majesty!" At this time, Hui Lingxuan suddenly spoke: "Today's sinister situation is all done by Queen Linghua alone."

"You don't say I've forgotten. Emperor Ling suddenly interrupted his words: "Come on, the proposed decree, among the concubines, except for the queen, all the concubines of the three palaces and six courtyards and above, a total of fourteen people, immediately pack up their bags, bring all the forbidden things of the palace that I gave them before, disguise themselves as commoners, and go to Haisong City, the largest city in the South China Sea, to the first city in the South China Sea, Haisong City, for my festival, all the titles remain unchanged, and the degree is compared with the local rich households, and the Zhao family mausoleum will be buried after death, go and do it!"

The voice of the Spirit Emperor fell in the main hall, and no one said a word, only the footsteps of the little eunuch leaving in a hurry, as if symbolizing the hasty departure of an empire. The magician's eyes flickered for a moment, and he finally sighed, in fact, since the day he passed the Heavenly Sword Pass five years ago, Silver Dust knew that he shouldn't have any hope for this country.

However, the public opinion that he saw at all times forced him to go against his reason and commit all the crimes that a mage could commit.

"The national capital must be slaughtered, I really don't know which bastard set the rules......" In the silver pupils, the golden light of judgment gathered.

"Also," the Spirit Emperor paused for about a breath, as if to sort out his thoughts, and then ordered the eunuchs in the main hall: "All the princes, send Xiuhang City to help me collect military salaries, grain and grass, and mobilize the armies of all the southern provinces to go north to rescue the driver." All the daughters of the dynasty (referring to the princess who was born, not the princess who was titled) immediately married Gusu City, the true king of the Lao army, so that he could mobilize the musket team to come...... Finally, I have something to say about the queen. When the Spirit Emperor said the last sentence, he seemed to be a little exhausted, and his tone was very soft and weak.

"Yes!" Hui Lingxuan's voice was hard and full of energy, and the Spirit Emperor threw a clear murderous glance at his kneeling figure.

This leader of the eunuch party can't really grasp the mind of the Spirit Emperor at this time.

"Dai Quan, pass on the Huichun knife. ”

"Yes!" Dai Quan's voice was filled with monstrous killing intent, he could really understand the Spirit Emperor's thoughts, so after Hui Lingxuan left, he also went out.

After a while, Queen Linghua was helped by the palace maid Juanzi to the top of the main hall, as soon as she appeared, the Manchu Dynasty was all shocked, even Yinchen raised her eyebrows slightly in surprise, how could Queen Linghua at this time have the slightest trace of peerless elegance, only a dry and fragmented old woman's body remained, as if she had been hit by the magic of time, she was forty or fifty years old within a few days, her steps were faltering, her face was full of wrinkles, and her original bright black hair was long, but at this time it was completely white, and she couldn't even find a black silk.

The Queen's face was a heart-wrenching black-gray color, like a blackened stone wall. Silver Dust stared at the queen, silently condensed a dark rune in his sleeve, and two faint purple lights shot out of his silver pupils, scanning her from head to toe, at this time a note flashed in the system he customized for himself (hereinafter referred to as the system): "The Tajik blood line in the body is miserable and the poison of the magic flower." ”

"Tajik blood line miserable magic flower, poisonous flower in the depths of the Dalmaska Desert, will continue to consume people's bone marrow and longevity, with some bloodline secret techniques, I'm afraid it's extracting the queen's life force, right? This kind of punishment is really worse than death for Nami's woman......" The magician watched coldly, there was no mercy in his silver pupils, in the Blood Yang City, the scene of those girls being insulted to death still occasionally appeared in front of her eyes, and the Heavenly Sword Pass was directly equivalent to the defense of nothingness, and it was still the indelible pain and anger in his heart.

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