Chapter 12: Fantasy Scene

In the illusion, time flies.

Jun Yuecheng walked like a flower, and almost in the blink of an eye, she witnessed the life of the little baby.

His life is really short, and it is also sad.

Born as a nobleman, he is the eldest son of the queen, but when he was an infant, he had already lost his father and mother, and ...... Subjugation.

The noble and noble children of Tianhuang have a new identity.

The remnants of the previous dynasty.

A hundred-legged insect that dies but does not stiffen.

The Northern Dynasty was broken, but there were still old ministries left.

The old ministry took away the most noble bloodline of the Northern Dynasty royal family, raised him, carefully cultivated him, and planned to restore the country.

Jun Yuecheng watched the child's growth all the way, knowing how amazing and brilliant he was, and how sad he was.

He didn't want to restore the country, he didn't want to destroy the hard-won Haiyan River, and he didn't want the people of the world to be displaced.

However, he could not directly refuse his old ministry that had the grace of nurturing.

So, he quietly spread out a grand chess game.

Hold the economic lifeline of the world, befriend the prince of the Southern Dynasty, "expose" his identity, and die alone.

The royal heirs of the Northern Dynasty withered, and in the last generation, only one of his descendants remained.

As soon as he died, the old troops of the Northern Dynasty were leaderless, there was no hope of recovering the country, and peace in the world could be expected.

Half of the economic lifeline was handed over to the prince of the Southern Dynasty, who asked him to forgive the old ministry of the Northern Dynasty;

Half of it is left to the old department, which is the foundation of life and life, and the grace of full upbringing.

Everyone is good, but he is the only one, who has been infamous through the ages, and in a political and metallurgical game, he is crushed to pieces, and there is no place to bury him.

However, he is not a sad pawn, but a chess player who lays the game.

A person, calmly and indifferently, lays a mortal situation for himself.

Jun Yuecheng watched all the way, and gradually retracted his previous carelessness.

Jun Yuecheng began to think, what was Xiao Jingshui's purpose for him to see this?

The scene changed again, Jun Yuecheng looked down in mid-air, and saw pedestrians on the street, laughing and laughing everywhere, it was the scene of the prosperous era.

Haiyan River is clear, which makes Jun Yuecheng feel sad.

No one knows that their laughter is built on the death of a person. An innocent man was killed for the sake of this group of people who had nothing to do with him.

And they may have spit on him in their hearts.

After all, that's the remnants of the previous dynasty.

But such a remnant of the former dynasty died for a group of people who were not his people. And their kings, probably not many of them can do this, right?

Really, sadly and ridiculously.

The illusion is not over, and the scene in front of Jun Yuecheng is changing rapidly.

However, this is no longer who has a full life.

Thousands of troops besieged the city, and one man stood at the city gate, holding a heavy sword, and he was alive and stopped thousands of horses and thousands of troops.

The blood of the enemy outside the city was like a river, and the people inside the city were in fear all day long, but they were no longer for the enemy army besieging the city, but for the guardian of a city who fought with the enemy army and defended a city with his own strength.

"Monster!"

The first to utter this title was not the enemy army slaughtered by the man, but the people under his protection.

This title seemed to be contagious, and for a while, the sound of "monster" rang out.

The man turned a deaf ear, and eventually, the last of his enemies died under his heavy sword.

The pitch-black heavy sword was dripping with blood, and at this time, the man with a bearing like a hellish Shura had a fair and handsome face.

"Open the gates."

His voice was not loud, but the people in the city could hear him. However, no one was willing to move.

"That's a monster! What if he kills Red Eye, he wants to kill us? ”

"Can't be opened! Absolutely can't be opened! ”

He heard it all, but his face was expressionless.