In the early morning of the imperial capital, a bright color on the horizon opened up the silent world. The pen, fun, and pavilion bells www.biquge.info struck again, waking up the last of the city's defenders—mostly the paupers, beggars, and thieves of the imperial capital.

The days of disasters have given the survivors the toughest nerves in the world, and the fire in the palace has not made these people on the edge of life and death pay much attention. For them, survival is always more important than loyalty and faith.

In their opinion, no matter how the situation in the imperial capital changes, it will not change their humble fate. The struggle for the throne, the madness of the gendarmerie, and the counterinsurgency of the Central Army will only make this already bad enough day worse.

Their greatest daily hope is to be able to eat a hot meal and drink a sip of water, but this most basic need for survival is so far away.

In the streets and alleys of the imperial capital, there is another group of people active.

Dressed in sackcloth and holding canons in their hands, they proclaimed themselves "apostles" who served the main gods of the outside world, and these apostles went around spreading the glory of the main gods of all worlds. Amazingly, these apostles had the same noble sentiments as the saints, who would heal the sick and poor without taking anything, and they would shed tears for those who died of sickness. They always caressed their chests with one hand, bowed slightly facing the north, and said with holy faces: "May the Lord of all worlds be with the world!"

Contrary to the good deeds of these priests, the Lord God of All Worlds also has another group of fanatical believers who are tirelessly stirring up trouble everywhere. Every day, they erected countless crosses, tied all kinds of heretics they saw as crosses and tortured them to death. And the so-called heresy in the eyes of these mobs has changed from the original left-behind nobles of the empire to anyone who is suspicious of the main gods of all worlds, even if these people were once their neighbors, friends or even relatives.

In fact, most people realize that the Lord God of All Worlds is a god who stands on the opposite side of the Bright Imperial Family. Even the most modest commoner understood that this sudden emergence of theocracy would inevitably lead to a violent conflict with the imperial power.

In contrast to the rampant theocracy, the royal family was weakened. Since the death of Emperor Guangming and Prince Wen in the imperial capital rebellion, among the current royal family, there is no one with appeal to fight against those gods who "hold honey in one hand and a big stick in the other".

However, this does not mean that everyone is willing to convert to theocracy. After all, the 800-year reign of the Bright Imperial Family has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and although the disaster in front of them is severe, most people still have illusions, or they do not have enough determination and courage - in any case, rebellion is to kill the head, it is better to die than to live!

At this moment, the imperial capital city is like a pile of firewood wet by rain, baked by all kinds of ugly and malicious flames every day, until one day, a small spark falls and immediately ignites a raging flame.

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When the morning sun broke free from the clouds and scattered its golden light onto the earth, the raging fire finally completely destroyed the once golden palaces of the harem, and even the last sparks were gradually extinguished in the scorched ruins.

The palace gate of the Imperial City slowly opened.

A Heng, who looked tired, led his direct pro-army through the Miyagi Yongdao and rode out, and the cold wind blew away the ashes all over his body. He looked at the bustling and withered central street, and he had a sudden dream-like feeling - this past night, he once again added a new touch to this disaster-stricken city.

Ah Heng knew that the moment he rode out, those eyes that were peeping nearby would soon carry the news to the entire imperial capital, and spread to Gyeonggi, northern Xinjiang, southwest, and even the ice fields.

Now following Ah Heng is another general in Northern Xinjiang - Cao Jian, the former captain of the Qinwei Battalion, who is currently the major general of the 10,000-person cavalry team of the Central Army, and the strongest of the four cavalry battalions in the imperial capital.

Shi Qian was left in the palace by Ah Heng, and he will be in charge of the aftermath. This loyal round-faced general was really relieved that Ah Heng, who had not recovered from serious injuries and was surrounded by strong enemies, specially found his former colleagues and friends, and asked Cao Jian to do a good job of escorting.

For Shi Qian's thoughts, Ah Heng knew very well, and it was nothing more than wanting Ah Heng to pull Cao Jian into the water. In this regard, Ah Heng naturally couldn't ask for it, but Cao Jiannai was a famous family in Northern Xinjiang, unlike Shi Qian, who was full of food and the whole family was not hungry. Even if Ah Heng is thirsty for talent, he is not very sure!

Originally, it was good to have Shi Qian on the side to thread the needle, but the royal treasury has been opened - if you change someone, Ah Heng really can't rest assured!

Ah Heng was somewhat disappointed that there were no gold and silver treasures piled up like a hill in the royal treasury, nor were there any rare treasures everywhere, the most was a pile of yellowed rare books.

Ah Heng had to lament, it seemed that the Emperor of Light's ten years of indulgence and profligacy had made this royal treasury nearly exhausted.

Looking at the empty royal treasury, the grief-stricken Ah Heng dragged Li Hao from the bed in the Duke's Mansion overnight, hoping that this guy would once again show his ability to turn stones into gold.

The descendant of the former Frozen Family's Undersecretary for Finance was indeed very dutiful, and he carefully inspected all the corners, not even the rat holes. In the end, I had to regret telling my lord that the value of the goods in the entire treasury would definitely not exceed 200,000 gold coins. For Ah Heng, who is already worth more than 10 million gold coins, he doesn't even have the interest to raise his eyelids to take a look-at this moment, Ah Heng is very sad.

However, the empathetic Li Hao immediately told Ah Heng that if these rare books were counted, this collection would be a priceless treasure!

Ah Heng pursed his lips, the so-called priceless treasure is just a bunch of waste that can't be exchanged for gold coins. This result is tantamount to a slap in the face to Ah Heng, who is about to go to the ice field and start from scratch -- in that place where survival is the first element, only gold coins are the last word!

Li Hao also knew that Ah Heng was right, but in the entire imperial capital city, who would dare to hide these classics privately? Once the new Guangming Emperor succeeded to the throne, it would be a small matter for the classics to be recovered, and it would be a big matter to raid the family and destroy the clan!

When Li Hao cautiously asked whether he wanted to abandon or burn these books. Ah Heng gritted his teeth and said: You are stupid! Move away, move all of them. Although these broken books can't increase our fortune much, they can make the enemy suffer heavy losses!

In fact, the real reason is that Ah Heng is really ashamed to export, which is related to a tragic experience in childhood. (To be continued.) )