This year's winter has been particularly cold.

This is true both for Da Zhou and Chen Guo.

Meng Liang looked up at the snowflakes falling from the night sky, thinking that it would be great to have a piece of golden roasted sweet potato to eat on such a snowy night.

Nearly 10,000 swordsmen pursued the creed of taking the sword as a friend and making a living from the sword, and lived a light life like an ascetic.

In the words of his master, the swordsman who leaves the mountain is the purest swordsman.

Of course, that master is no longer his master.

He was sold to Kenzuka, for a chip he didn't know.

But in Meng Liang's heart, he always subconsciously regarded Lishan as his teacher.

And on such snowy nights, he always recalled the days when he sneaked out of the icy snow from the top of the mountain, lit a bonfire in the snow, and roasted a sweet potato or two.

Then, the next moment, he would think of the girl of Da Zhou.

Because he listened to Chen Xuanji, the girl seemed to like this thing too.

Meng Liang was very happy.

He thinks this is called a thousand-mile marriage.

Some things are just fate.

Of course, at this time, outside the palace of Jinling City, in front of these 100,000 tigers and wolves, thinking about these is indeed not too timely.

After all, those tigers and wolves were riding their swords out of their sheaths at this moment, and when they sat down, the wolf horses' eyes were red, and they were already murderous.

And Meng Ke and Chen Xuanji beside him also looked at the towering palace gate not far away with solemn expressions.

They are like arrows full of strings, waiting for an order to be given, and they will whizz away.

As for the so-called "order", it is the death knell of the emperor in the palace.

Yes, the old emperor Chen Tingzhu was about to come to his end, and the imperial doctor in the palace bluntly told Meng Ke that he couldn't survive tonight.

So all the people and horses were fighting outside the palace in Jinling City, just waiting for the news of the emperor's death to come out.

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They have been waiting for a long time.

From the unitary time to the ugly hour.

Meng Liang yawned, feeling a little bored.

He didn't care who became the emperor, he just trusted his father's judgment.

Father said that the rest of the princes were all drunkards, and if they were in charge of the Chen State, they would bring disaster, so he risked his death to go to the Great Zhou and invited Chen Xuanji back.

So his master gave him to the sword mound indiscriminately, and he never really resented it, he always believed that they did things by their reason.

Meng Liang squinted at Chen Xuanji, who looked solemn on the side, touched him with an elbow, and then turned sideways and asked softly: "I heard that Ziyu went to Chang'an, have you written with you recently?"

Obviously, compared to the current situation, Meng Dagongzi is more concerned about the girl of Da Zhou.

Chen Xuanji, who looked solemn, was stunned when he heard this, as if he didn't expect Meng Liang to ask such a question.

But after this slight hesitation, Chen Xuanji still said truthfully: "I wrote a few days ago, saying that I was doing well in Chang'an, and Brother Xu's skills seem to have gained a firm foothold in Chang'an. The letter did not praise Brother Xu less. ”

"Xu Han?" Meng Liang frowned. He quickly remembered the boy with a white cloth tied around his right arm and always followed by a black cat. He asked cautiously, "That Xu Han... What does it have to do with the fish?"

Meng Liang tried his best to make his inquiry seem light enough and unobtrusive.

But this strange attitude can't hide Chen Xuanji's eyes.

The genius swordsman dressed in white was slightly stunned, and he finally saw some clues from Meng Liang's rare and somewhat shy expression. Displeasure This kind of emotion came to his heart for the first time, I don't know if it was out of some kind of thought, he was stunned for a moment, and said: "I don't know about this, it's just that Ziyu seems to like to stay with Brother Xu very much..."

He had just finished saying this, and he didn't wait for Meng Liang to respond.

Clang!

At that time, a long bell suddenly rang in the high palace walls.

Clang!

Clang!

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The sound rang after after nine times before it stopped. The voice was low and hoarse, long and mournful, like a mourning exam.

And in fact, it is true for the people of Chen State recently, their emperor is dead.

That was Chen Tingzhu's death knell.

It's just that the few people outside the palace didn't have the heart to lament the end of the emperor, and they gathered their soldiers and horses at that time, and poured into the palace like a tide from several palace gates.

At this time, almost all of the elite troops of the Chen State were gathered in Jinling City.

The killing kicked off in the night, and the city of Jinling was destined to be shrouded in blood.

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Their own people know very well that from the moment they entered Jinling City, everything today is destined to be only you and me, and there is no way to retreat.

There are no allies, there are enemies everywhere.

The only thing you can do before all the enemies fall is to keep waving the knives and swords in your hands.

It's not that Meng Liang hasn't killed anyone.

It's just that when the front gate of Changle Palace was crowded with thick corpses, Meng Liang was a little disgusted.

The tiger and leopard ride is really too strong, the wolf horse is a different species of Chen Guo's specialty, he has the fangs of a vicious wolf, and he also has a strong body like a war horse, and even has a little thin demon blood in his blood.

The men and horses brought by several princes were crushed by the tiger and wolf horses, and they were rushed to pieces like defeat, and only a group of black-clothed armor soldiers brought by the seven princes had the strength to fight, but in the end, because the number was too small to defeat this excellent iron horse, they were defeated.

Meng Liang, covered in blood, watched with some numbness as his father cut off the head of the Seventh Prince, and when the hot blood splattered on his face, he came back to his senses. The smell of blood in the air irritated the tip of his nose, and he frowned as he looked at the corpses strewn across the ground. Such scenes can be seen everywhere in the royal palace of Nuoda.

How many soldiers died in Changle Palace today?

The number of 100,000 to 200,000 Mengliang is not real, but he can be sure that this is destined to be a disaster for Chen Guo, who is already weak. Having lost too many soldiers, he was destined to be unable to compete with the fierce Xia Erguo, and it was precisely because of this thought that Meng Liang had doubts about some of his father's remarks for the first time in his heart.

"Go, get your edict. After throwing the head of the Seventh Prince aside like a leather ball, Meng Ke, who had a slight scar on his body, strode up to Chen Xuanji, and he looked at his nephew condescendingly and said so.

Chen Xuanji, who was dressed in white clothes and had white hair dyed with blood, shook off the blood stains on the sword at that time, and put the sword back into its sheath.

He looked at his uncle silently, then nodded, and stepped into the dark palace gate.

Thousands of corpses surround the palace wall, and the palace gate, which symbolizes supreme power, is like a palace of the god of the underworld at this moment, dead and cold.

Meng Liang looked at the young man who stepped forward, and then at the man with gloomy eyebrows beside him, neither of them seemed to feel half guilty or uneasy about the killing. Or from the beginning, they had been prepared for this, but Meng Liang did not, so for the first time in his life, he suddenly felt that everything in front of him was so unfamiliar.

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The white-clothed and white-haired young man pushed open the palace gate of Changle Palace.

The eunuchs and maidens who served in the door had already turned pale from the fight outside, and they fell to their knees with a thud, bowing their heads and trembling, and they did not even have the courage to look up at the young man.

The candles in the palace are bright, illuminating the golden walls and curtains.

The resplendent inside the house and the purgatory on earth outside the house are like two worlds.

Chen Xuanji took a deep breath, he thought that he could face everything in front of him calmly, but when he revisited his old place and returned to the palace gate when his mother died, his heart still couldn't stop surging.

Zhong Chang hated and said that people should be like a sword, straight as a ruler, and as quiet as water.

But he doesn't seem to be able to do that, and he doesn't like who he is now.

But he tried his best to suppress the strange feeling in his heart, and walked through the trembling slaves, and walked to the golden bed behind the curtain.

There was a corpse lying there, and an edict was placed in front of the bed.

Chen Xuanji forced himself not to look at the person's appearance, and reached out to pick up the edict.

The content of the edict is about the succession to the throne.

But he didn't matter, because at this time he still had an edict in his arms, and the edict was written with his name, and the next thing he had to do was to tear up the original edict and call it the one in his arms, and then he could walk out of the Changle Palace and enjoy the wonderful scene of the ten thousand people.

But I don't know what kind of psychology he had, he still opened the edict.

He wanted to see who was the emperor's favorite son.

It was just curiosity, not an expectation that he would be willing to explain, Chen Xuanji told himself, but his hand shaking when he opened the edict.

Then, when he read the name of the edict, the tremor became more and more pronounced, almost to the point that he could not contain it.

"Sure enough... You're still back. And in the Changle Palace, which should have been dead and silent, a weak voice suddenly sounded.

Chen Xuanji looked sideways like an electric shock, but saw that the old man on the bedside was squinting his eyes with difficulty, looking at him.

He could clearly feel something in the old man's gaze trembling like his body.

"You're not dead..."Chen Xuanji wanted to make his appearance look calm enough, but he couldn't contain the surging emotions in his heart at this moment. Therefore, his brows trembled at this time, just like the old man's appearance.

"I know... The tiger and wolf riders of the Meng family are unmatched, and you are the one who can enter this palace wall in the end. The old man seemed to try his best to squeeze a smile on his face, but he had finally reached the point where he had run out of oil, so it was very difficult for him to do such a seemingly simple thing, and the so-called smile that appeared at the end lacked the most basic beauty, and looked very pale.

"Why are you still alive?" Chen Xuanji didn't have the heart to respond to the old man's sigh, he looked at Chen Tingzhu in a daze, looked at the emperor of the Chen State, and looked at his father who had never been masked for many years, and his eyebrows were indescribably shocked and complicated.

"Don't worry, I'm going to die soon. The old emperor smiled again, "I just want to see how you have fared and how you have grown over the years." ”

There is a way that people are about to die, and their words are also good, and it is undeniable that the words of the old emperor touched the softness of Chen Xuanji's heart at that moment. But he didn't like it, he remembered it so truly, it was this old man who forced his mother to death in front of him. Therefore, Chen Xuanji forced himself to put away the softness that rose at that moment, and responded with a cold face: "Really, I thought that after you killed my mother, you had forgotten about my son. ”

The old emperor could naturally hear the resentment in Chen Xuanji's words.

He shook his head, but didn't bother to defend himself.

"Back then... Indeed, I am ashamed of your mother and son—" he muttered with a sigh.

"Doesn't the Holy Lord think it's too late for such repentance?" Chen Xuanji just glanced at the frail old man and responded coldly.

"Born in the emperor's family, many things are involuntarily self-conscious, and this truth, one day you will understand. The dying emperor obviously didn't have the strength to argue with Chen Xuanji about the old past, and after he said this, he forced himself to take a breath and said, "You come here, I have one last thing to tell you..."

"Take it as father's advice..."

The candles in Changle Palace were bright, but they couldn't dispel the rich dead air on the old emperor's face at the moment.

Maybe it's out of pity, or maybe it's some emotion that Chen Xuanji doesn't want to admit.

After all, he couldn't refuse the old man's last request.

He bowed down and tilted his ear to the old emperor's mouth.

This was not a very good posture, Chen Tingzhu had to exert all his strength to lift his body slightly before he could bring his dry lips to Chen Xuanji's ear.

He needed to make sure that his words could reach Chen Xuanji's ears clearly, but not be heard by anyone.

Then, at last, he mustered up the last of his strength and whispered.

"Be careful... Monk. ”

Chen Xuanji's body shook when he heard this, and he was about to say something, but Chen Tingzhu's body exhausted the last trace of vitality at that time, and he fell on the bed and closed his eyes forever.

Chen Xuanji looked at the old man silently for a long time.

"Got it. ”

After a long time, he muttered softly, then he stretched out his hand to set the old man's body in place, burned the edict to ashes, and finally took out the things that had been prepared in his arms, and walked out of the Changle Palace.

At that time, he suddenly felt that this brightly lit palace seemed to be a little colder than the purgatory outside full of corpses.

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So in October of the early winter, the emperor Chen Tingzhu, who had ruled the Chen State for more than 30 years, finished his life and was called chasing Yu

The prince Chen Xuanji, who had been turbulent outside for more than ten years, ascended the throne and succeeded to the throne, with the year name Lailong.

King Meng Ke of Pingxi has meritorious service to protect the lord, was named the king of Qin, and was given nine tin, which can be visited by the unknown and the sword to the temple.

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