In the capital of Great Chu, there was a jubilant and lively scene, and the news of His Majesty's pacification of Jiangbei and Jiangnan made the people in the city happy.

Many of the people who fled from the war-torn land before, most of them are naturally willing to stay in this prosperous capital and continue to settle down, but there are still some people who are busy buying things and packing up their luggage to return to their homeland, and they are so busy that they will naturally leave some important things and important people behind, including Li Congjia, the last emperor of the Southern Tang Dynasty, who was imprisoned in Zhongjingfu.

On Dongcheng Street in Zhongjing Prefecture, in an inconspicuous carriage, Li Congjia sat in the cart with a pale face, his eyes closed, and his body swayed with the carriage.

After revisiting the old place and entering Zhongjing Mansion, Li Congjia naturally felt the excitement and noise of this emerging capital. He felt the atmosphere from the moment he entered the city, and he couldn't help but look out through the gap between the sealed windows.

He saw crowds of well-dressed and bustling people on the streets, and he saw the streets lined with thriving shops. The smell of the food and snacks wafting from the shop made people drool.

However, the more Li Congjia looked at these scenes, the more depressed he became. There is only one carriage board away from the people on the street outside, but outside is a free and prosperous world, and he is a prisoner of the stairs.

How he wanted to roar out loud and tell those people outside: I am your emperor! I am your master! How can you laugh at yourselves and have no one come to my rescue? But Li Congjia knew that it was just in vain to do so, and the people of Langzhou City were not his Li Congjia's people for a long time, or they had never been his people, because Chu Di had never recognized the imperial court of Yangzhou at all.

And now Li Congjia is not an emperor himself, just a lamb to the slaughter.

Since that day in the city of Yangzhou, Li Congjia has been imprisoned in the palace. No one went to see him, and he saw no one.

Every day and night, he could only curse at the empty room one by one, but he soon discovered that there were too many people he had to curse. Zhang Wenbiao, Zhang Xun, Li Hongji, Li Yuan, Zhou Zong, etc. have a very long list, and he really can't scold them.

He wanted to kill himself, but he couldn't make up his mind. Although the house was emptied, there was still a way to kill himself, it was okay to hit the corner of the wall and hang himself, but he really didn't have the courage.

A few days later, the first person he saw was Li Yuan, and the first thing Li Yuan said when he saw him was: "Pack up, I'm going to take you to Zhongjing Mansion, oh, it's Langzhou, you've been there once."

Li Congjia's mind suddenly appeared in the picture of being under house arrest in Langzhou in the past, but now it is different from the past, he was the prince of the dynasty, but now he is the king of the dead country, he knows very well what the consequences are, so he couldn't help but plead, cry, and even threatened Li Yuan like crazy, begging Li Yuan to spare him. Suddenly, he had an idea, and persuaded Li Yuan to let himself go with the bloodline of the same sect, and he would live in seclusion in the mountains and wilderness without asking about the world.

Li Yuan just kept looking at himself coldly and didn't say a word.

From Li Yuan's cold expression, Li Congjia shut up. He knew that in Li Yuan's place, he didn't have any breakthrough at all, and there were countless new hatreds and old hatreds, but he still didn't give up, and finally stepped on the carriage to the west with apprehension, maybe Li Yuan would forgive himself at that time, maybe he still had a chance? Li Yuan is his own uncle after all!

Li Congjia has completely lost his IQ, and people with a little common sense know that Li Congjia's life and death are actually doomed, and Li Yuan did not dispose of Li Congjia in Yangzhou, the reason why he wanted to take him back to Zhongjing Mansion was naturally for other purposes, because there was a huge blood debt, which had to be repaid after all.

The carriage arrived at an inconspicuous large courtyard in Zhongjing Mansion under the escort of more than 100 Chu army guards, the iron bars outside the carriage clicked, the black cloth curtain was pulled apart, and the dazzling light shot in through the gap in the carriage, and the cold air and strong light made Li Congjia's body curl up and cover his eyes with his hands.

"Come down, what's the rub?" A merciless angry shout sounded in his ears, and an ordinary personal guard coldly scolded the Southern Tang Emperor in front of him, who had once sat on the throne.

Li Congjia wanted to scold angrily

A voice: I am the emperor, do you want to die? But he suddenly reacted again, and now it is ridiculous and ridiculous to say such things.

He hunched his body, like a prisoner who was accustomed to being scolded and scolded, and got out of the carriage slowly without expression, the scenery around his foothold was very familiar, Li Congjia's heart was suddenly cold, this was the post house that left him with terrible memories, the place where he had been placed under house arrest by Li Yuan for several months.

"Your Majesty has a decree to take Li Congjia into the house to ask for the guilt."

"Your Majesty has a decree to send Li Congjia in!"

The sudden shouting startled Li Congjia, and he looked at the sound, on the corridor in front of the post house hall, there were several old attendants standing shouting their will, their voices hoarse and ugly, like the souls of those who asked for their lives.

"Let's go? There's someone waiting for you inside." One of the guards shouted.

Li Congjia slowly straightened his clothes and moved his numb legs and feet.

"Fuck, hurry!" One of the guards suddenly stretched out his foot and kicked Li Congjia in the ass.

Li Congjia stumbled forward, almost fell to the ground, and when he turned around, Li Congjia glared angrily.

"How? Do you still dare to stare? I'm glaring at you, and I'm giving you a big mouth." The guard also stared at Li Congjia with monkey eyes, his palm was already straightened, and the posture seemed to be about to slap him.

Li Congjia didn't dare to be stubborn, even though he had all kinds of anger in his heart, he could only admit it obediently. Although he used to be the emperor, even Zhang Wenbiao, who was a dictatorship in the past, did not dare to have any excessive disrespect in front of him, but now, in front of a small soldier of the Chu army, he can only admit it, and he can only be kicked in the ass but he does not dare to say half a word.

The long corridor led to the front of the hall, and at the end of the hall was open, and the inside was black and hollow, like a huge mouth that wanted to devour people. Li Congjia approached step by step, went up the steps, and then entered the giant mouth.

In the hall of the post house, the light is dim and obscure, and the atmosphere is empty and sultry. Li Congjia wondered why Li Yuan chose to interrogate him in this broken place, and when he stepped into the hall, he was shocked to find that there were no bustling Chu officials, except for a lonely figure sitting quietly on the main seat, only a few attendants stood quietly on the side of the main seat.

Li Congjia entered the hall, he raised his head, his eyes fell on the familiar figure sitting on the main seat, and then his brain went blank, and he almost stumbled to the ground, as if his soul was scared out of the Heavenly Spirit Gai.

"Mother, mother!" Li Congjia shouted with trembling teeth.

On the main seat, the former Empress Zhong of the Southern Tang Dynasty, who was specially taken back to Zhongjing Mansion by Li Yuan from Suzhou, was silent, looking at her sixth son Li Congjia from a distance, the muscles on her face had long lost the enviable luster of the past, and now she was shaking and wrinkled.

"O Queen Mother!" Li Congjia shouted loudly, stumbled and ran, he ran under the main seat, suddenly fell to the ground, crawled to the wooden steps of the main seat, like a disgusting wriggling earthworm, desperately climbed to the main seat.

The two chamberlains moved, and Zhong held back the emotions in his heart and waved his hands expressionlessly.

Li Congjia finally climbed to Zhong's feet, reached out and hugged Zhong's calf, and cried.

"Queen Mother! Queen mother! The son is not filial, the son is guilty, please forgive the mother! Queen Mother!"

Zhong's eyes were already red, and at this time, Dai's eyebrows moved lightly, looking down at Li Congjia, who was crying at his feet, and finally said in a dumb voice: "Sixth, you are here."

"Yes, Rokuro is here, Queen Mother, it's your Rokuro!" Li Congjia had a lot of snot and tears, and almost wet a large part of the hem of Zhong's skirt, just like in Jinling in the past.

Zhong nodded, suddenly tightened his expression, gritted his teeth, raised his feet, and kicked Li Congjia's head with all his strength, Li Congjia was caught off guard, his body was kicked on his side, and his bones rolled down the wooden steps.

"Brute! You, you still have the face to come to see me, how could I give birth to such a disloyal, unfilial and inferior thing as you?! You didn't even let go of your three young brothers, and your sister Fangyi was almost killed by you!

Your father, your biological father, was angry with you and died in Suzhou! A generation of heavenly sons was forced by you to die in a foreign country and it was difficult to return

！ Now that my Tang Dynasty has fallen, aren't you a usurper and become an emperor, why don't you die for the country?! And the face is crying bitterly in front of me?!

Bastard thing! Bastard thing! The sky has no eyes, why don't you send down thunder and chop you to death, and let you be a brute to pieces!" Zhong stood up tremblingly, pointed at Li Congjia and cried and scolded.

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