【Showa 9th October 20】

When the covenant signed between the Sixth Dynasty and the Southern Kingdom was placed on the table of Emperor Wu of the North, the young and wise Emperor Wu, like a forgetful old man who suddenly remembered to forget the key at home, bounced up, paced three times in the magnificent and warm Qianqing Palace with his hands behind his back, and finally "remembered" that there were still a number of prisoners in his luxurious and majestic palace, including the "former dynasty" The last emperor Zhao Guangling, Empress Linghua, and a group of palace maids and eunuchs, which made Emperor Beiwu a little depressed was that he did not see the beautiful imperial concubines of the legendary Emperor Ling, and it is said that the owner of Fengzao Palace, Concubine Jingniang, was a sixteen-year-old little beauty...... As a man who has reached the pinnacle of power, Emperor Beiwu is the most normal manifestation of his heart, not to mention, his marriage with Cleopatra is not happy, otherwise it would not have been done so far.

"It's time!" He whispered to himself, and none of the ministers in the main hall who silently reviewed and copied the court recitals looked up at him, Emperor Beiwu and Emperor Linghuang were almost completely two extremes, he especially liked to work in such a bright and upright place as the main hall, Qianqing Palace, and Qinzheng Palace, and rarely liked to go to the mysterious and dark Shuyin Palace, he liked to work with the ministers, chatted together, ate together, and carried the future of the entire empire together, he liked to give his subordinates a relaxed and inspirational environment, and liked to give them a sense of mission to be a pioneer in the tide of the times, instead of being like the Spirit Emperor, indifferent, arrogant, and oppressing his subordinates with majesty, with a critical gaze to look at everyone around him. And the result of such a difference was that Emperor Beiwu walked around the main hall of the Qianqing Palace three times before he remembered that he had locked up the Spirit Emperor for many days.

"Who is that!ah, no matter who it is, anyway, go and see if that Zhao Guangling is still alive?" Emperor Beiwu finally issued a clear order, but this too colloquial "oracle" really did not have the prestige of a king in the eyes of the rotten Confucians in the southern kingdom, but unfortunately, Emperor Beiwu would never consider the opinions of those sour literati.

The literati he likes are like Yin Shanluan.

"Yes!" one of the guards standing guard outside the main hall finally took over the task, he was the most idle one in the neighborhood, at this time the ministers were busy dealing with state affairs, the eunuchs were busy dusting the entire palace, and the palace maids were estimated to have begun to cook in small stoves, and the two hundred guards in front of the door were the most leisurely.

After the voice of Emperor Beiwu fell, the actions of the ministers working in the Qianqing Palace were a little soothed, and it was human nature to watch the excitement, and now these capable ministers suddenly had an opportunity to watch the world's highest-level prisoners, and they were naturally a little absent-minded when they worked. Emperor Beiwu keenly grasped this change, and simply waved his hand to make them pause, retreated to the sides, put on a posture of the early dynasty, and then asked the little eunuchs to clean up the table in the center of the hall and carry it away.

When Emperor Beiwu returned to the throne, the guards returned: "Back to the saint, Zhao Guangling, who is currently imprisoned in the cold palace, is in ...... situation Not bad. "The guards didn't dare to say that the situation was very good, for fear that the Holy Lord would be angry when he heard it, after all, the Spirit Emperor was a prisoner and not a distinguished guest.

"It's okay, just be alive. Emperor Beiwu sat on the throne and supported his chin with one hand: "Send the decree, call the important members of the three provinces and six departments to come and participate in my imperial trial...... Let everyone have fun. Nalan Blood Fiend. ”

"The minister is here. The young man in white stepped forward.

"Do you know how the Seventh Rank Officer interrogates prisoners?"

"I know, but the emperor, the minister suggested that he directly find a seven-rank official to ......"

"No need, you grasp the process, I will be this seven-grade sesame official......" Emperor Beiwu's face finally showed a prankster smile, and the young emperor smiled like a child at this time, innocent and evil.

The ministers will not object, because now, the great feud of the Li family has been avenged, the royal power has been restored, the former enemy has been humiliated and enslaved, and a former emperor who has been out of luck has been judged, but it is only one of the few entertainment activities in the life of the moderately accomplished Emperor Beiwu.

[After a while]

"Ascension!" Emperor Beiwu sat on a high throne and leaned forward with some excitement, and his young and loud voice spread throughout the Qianqing Palace.

In the hall of "—— Mighty Martial ——", hundreds of officials imitated catching fast, most of them muttered those two words with embarrassed faces, and many young officials even couldn't help laughing, so that Emperor Beiwu couldn't hold back his energy, turned his head and laughed out loud, when the mighty voice of "embarrassed and embarrassed" slowly fell, Emperor Beiwu finally stabilized his breathing, tried to tense the muscles on his face, and said solemnly: "Okay, bring Zhao Guangling up." ”

He tried to make an angry and hateful expression at this time, but he only held back a zombie face.

Zhao Guangling, who was wearing a yellow robe, was dumbfounded, this emperor who once wanted to work hard to revitalize the empire, but was finally defeated, even if he was shackled at this time, he still maintained a little bit of the emperor's majesty, and Empress Linghua beside him, as a felon of the rebel Empress Cleopatra and the Holy Water Sect actually controlled by Cleopatra, carried much heavier shackles than Emperor Ling, but still radiant, the gorgeous clothes on her body were not only unstained, but even unmessy, her hair was combed back and hung down, exuding a brilliant black luster like a girl's hair, and she even applied a little powder to maintain the makeup of the palace, she dragged the heavy shackles step by step, and every step was completely and completely in line with the demeanor of the mother's world. Compared with the former Empress Linghua, she has completely judged the two of them, and she is no longer the Empress Linghua who is in power and ordered the execution of Yin Shanluan, but the wife of Zhao Guangling, who is gentle, strong, and exudes kindness.

The couple walked calmly like this, and the shackles on their bodies seemed to be instantly set off by their noble and loyal temperament into a capital grievance, and the northern courtiers on both sides compared with them, like a group of uncivilized monkeys.

Emperor Beiwu saw Zhao Guangling's high-spirited expression that was not generous and righteous, but completely wanted to sacrifice his life for righteousness, and saw that his dark green eyes emanated from the eyes that washed away the youth, leaving his true majestic eyes, and the original desire to be funny and humiliate them immediately collapsed, and he couldn't even maintain a smile, so he could only sink his face, and his young face was full of solemnity in the face of his old enemy.

"Under Zhao Guangling. Zhao Guangling suddenly stopped, and saluted Emperor Beiwu outside Wuzhang, which was a fist salute, the etiquette of the intercourse of peers on the rivers and lakes, from his shackled hands, and it actually carried a faint imperial authority.

The two awe-inspiring and inviolable momentums, in the center of the dignified Qianqing Palace, in front of the throne, blended with each other, forming an invisible prestige as if it was affirmed by the heavens, and transparent ripples rippled in the air, and circles of cold and arrogant green mist emanated from the arms, shoulders and backs of the husband and wife, eager to burn, almost turning into green flames. The Northern Martial Emperor was pulled by this huge momentum, and involuntarily activated his divine skills, and the powerful battle spirit qi erupted directly from his shoulder and back, transforming into a demon wolf above him.

"The criminal still doesn't kneel?" Such a shout could not be sounded at this time, the ministers on both sides and the court guards outside the main hall were shocked, no one thought that after Yinchen, there would be someone who could comprehend the battle soul qi out of thin air when they were imprisoned, and looking at the battle soul qi on the body of the emperor and queen of the previous dynasty, I am afraid that the war soul beast has already been condensed, that is to say, they are at least the same as the Northern Martial Emperor.

It is nothing for an emperor to become the Chosen One, but it is very unusual for a prisoner to become the Chosen One. These two people are people who have already seen through their own destiny and deeply practiced their own destiny, they are "doers", and they are people who understand their own mission descended from heaven and earth.

They can also be called the "True Chosen".

Emperor Beiwu flattened his mouth, and a humiliating drama had already smashed the pot before it began, so he could only say in a dry voice: "Come on, loosen the tie." ”

"No hassle. The Spirit Emperor's tone was very indifferent, it was not the indifference of seeing through the opponent, it was the indifference of seeing through fate, and it was also the indifference of seeing through his own essence. After he finished speaking, he and Queen Linghua looked at each other and smiled, and the soul qi on his body shook, only to hear two clicks, and the shackles made of stainless steel directly shattered and fell to the ground, making many metal impact sounds.

Emperor Beiwu's face was a little dark, and he reached out and pressed the hilt of Shang Fang's sword: "You guys have already prepared?"

"We didn't have any preparation and didn't want to do anything. If you don't invite us here, sooner or later we will escape and forget about you forever. Linghuang's tone was really light and open-minded, as if an elder who had gone through vicissitudes looked at the backward young man who was showing off his martial arts, his tone lacked hatred and hostility, but there was more of a detachment that was successful and famous, and sat and watched the waves rise and fall. His attitude at this time has transcended life and death, good and evil, and only rethinks his own value and past.

He broke the chrysalis butterfly dance, and the one who broke the chrysalis butterfly dance with him was the beautiful wife who swore never to leave for the rest of his life.

"You didn't expect to return to the country?"

"Restore the country, you don't need me, naturally someone will do everything for the former me, Hua Hua and I don't have the talent to lead the entire empire, so we won't have that kind of incongruous ambition anymore - it's you, the dignified Emperor Beiwu, what do you want to do with such a farce today? Humiliate me? I can't wait for a prisoner, what else is there to humiliate?"

"I want to ask you if you are convinced?" Emperor Beiwu said coldly, he could see that Zhao Guangling at this time was far more terrifying than when he was the Spirit Emperor, when he was the Spirit Emperor, he was weak and incompetent, looking forward and backward, insatiable, those dark green eyes were majestic and majestic, but his gaze was scattered and turbid;

"You can't insult your heart, no matter how much you insult the body, it will only bring out the absurdity, cruelty and vulgarity of the caster. Emperor Beiwu deeply understood this truth, so he didn't dare to do anything to Zhao Guangling at this time. He Beiwu Emperor is also an emperor who cherishes his reputation.

"Why don't you accept it?" Emperor Beiwu determined one point at this time, that is, unless Zhao Guangling's psychological defense line was broken, all torture would be in vain, and killing Zhao Guangling or Ling Hua would be an act that would achieve their reputation through the ages, and he would be engraved on the pillar of shame for ten thousand years. After all, even if the royal family is totalitarian, the history books of the historians are not something that Emperor Beiwu can influence.

The historian wrote a book to be read by future generations, and when the emperor did not ask each other, he angered the heavens, and the country was ruined, and the good and evil dynasties collapsed.

The thousand-year-old civilization is actually the product of the changes in the heavens, so no one dares to go against the supreme world rules like the heavens, and those who do this will not be able to live at all.

In view of this, it would be a joke for Emperor Beiwu to take revenge on the emperor and empress of the Seventh Dynasty unless he won the battle flag at this time. He had to calm down, and said in a tone full of mockery: "Why don't you accept it? Now that your country is ruined, the capital and the palace are occupied by me, your children and grandchildren have been slaves for generations, and your court has become my vassals, you are so unbearable, you are so deaf and misguided of the country, arrogant and lascivious, and crazy about accumulating wealth, why do you have the face to go down to see your ancestors and ancestors?"

"Whether I have the face to see the ancestors or the ancestors is none of your business, and you are not the Zhao family. Zhao Guangling said calmly: "I have transferred my glory and safety out, and continue in a place that you can't imagine, and the sins of my life, since the time of the country's break, have begun to be repaid, this life can't be repaid, the next life continues, I and Huahua have the same mind, life and death are connected, dynasty, royal family, and even heirs, these originally belonged to me, no longer belong to me, glory and wealth, ninety-five thrones, these have been enjoyed by me, and I am no longer rare." Now I am only two lives, my body is like a wanderer, the Forbidden City is prosperous, the majestic harem, I can give it to others, because I have tried my best to protect, but in the end I fell short, and I was forced to die by the traitor. ”

"Since you have seen it so indifferently, why are you not convinced?" Emperor Beiwu was a little puzzled: "Didn't you admit that you failed?"

"What I don't accept is that your Sixth Dynasty was restored to the throne. Zhao Guangling's words made Emperor Beiwu's face change: "What?"

"If your country is really superior to our dynasty, why was it replaced by me in the first place? Chen Qiao mutinied, the yellow robe was added, and the ancestors' testament was clearly written, and it was the lower-level soldiers who were enthusiastic and spontaneous, and the ancestors were even caught off guard at that time! Do you think that when the ancestors' achievements were not accomplished and their identities were undecided, they brazenly killed their adviser Zhu Quanzhong, and almost caused internal strife and splitting, is it fun? What his old man was afraid of was that Zhu Quanzhong took the opportunity to seize power behind the scenes and turn his ancestors into puppet kings when the internal situation was not stable after the mutiny...... At the end of the Sixth Dynasty, it was so unpopular that lower-level sergeants, lower-level civil servants, and literati were actually willing to support a town commander to ascend to the Ninth Five-Year Plan...... Even if such a dynasty is restored a hundred times, what can it do? Sooner or later, it will not lose its national honor again!"