The Five Princes?

Don't tell her that she was locked up here because she killed the Five Princes?

The crown prince and the five princes are enemies!

"You don't need to know that much, it's just a matter of killing for your life."

When the words fell, the whip in Liang Song's hand was drawn towards Bai Lixin.

In the twenty-fifth year of Yuanjia, the general of the Western Frontier returned to Beijing, and five years had passed since Song Yuan ascended the throne.

In the five years of Song Yuan's reign, the country and the people were safe, and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, the only fly in the ointment was that the emperor's harem was vacant, but the little son of the Shen family was very close to the emperor, and even often lived in the palace.

The ministers had to wonder if His Majesty had a habit of breaking his sleeves, but because of Song Yuan's prestige, he didn't dare to say anything, and he didn't even dare to give a few words of advice.

Throne room.

Song Yuangao sat in the first place, looking at the man in armor below and raising his hand: "General Song, it's hard work, let's rest assured that I will recuperate in the imperial capital for a few months when I come back this time."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Song Zeqian arched his hand, looked up at the emperor who was high above, and was grateful.

I didn't expect that one day I would be able to stand on top of the temple with 100,000 elite soldiers in my hands, and all of this was given to them by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince at the beginning.

"I haven't been out of the palace for a long time, can General Song have time to accompany me out for a walk?"

"Naturally, Your Majesty."

Song Zeqian responded, saw Song Yuan raise his hand, and hurriedly stepped forward to support the person.

Just like many years ago, one of them was the crown prince and the other was a personal guard.

"Where does Your Majesty want to go?"

"Qingling Temple, I haven't been to it for a long time."

"Okay."

"Call fifteen of them."

"Hmm."

"Your Majesty, I'm going too!"

Shen Mochi hid aside and tinkered with the gadgets that Song Zeqian brought back, and when he saw that the two were leaving, he hurriedly put down his things and chased after them.

Qingling Temple.

Now that the mountains and rivers are good, Song Yuan has no heirs, and it is rare for the emperor to lack those open and secret battles.

Behind Qingling Temple is an endless peach forest, and the peach blossoms are delicate.

Song Yuan walked in the front, Shen Mochi held the cake he bought on the side of the road and gnawed seriously, and Song Zeqian walked in the back right.

There is a long path in the peach forest, and at the end of the path is a lonely bridge, there is no road on the opposite side of the bridge, but there is a conspicuous lonely grave.

The lonely soul did not have any ornate decorations, but simply set up a wooden plaque, and the wooden plaque was simply engraved with the words "Tomb of the Shadow One".

Song Yuan and Song Zeqian walked to the lonely soul and stopped, neither of them spoke.

Shen Mochi sensed that the situation was not right, so he quickly stuffed the cake into his mouth, grabbed Song Yuan's sleeve and stood aside without daring to disturb.

The breeze blows, and the peach blossoms on the trees are fluttering and sprinkling, falling one after another, falling on the shoulders and hairtips of people, and falling on lonely graves.

"Your Majesty, I remember that you buried a lot of peach blossom brew before, next time we come to bring a jar for the eldest brother, shall we?" Big brother, he likes to drink the peach blossom wine brewed by Xiao Eighteen the most.

"Your Majesty didn't bring it, we brought it today." A familiar voice rang out.

Song Yuan and Song Zeqian turned around, and saw Liang Song raising a few wine jars in his hand, followed by men and women a few years ago, except for the seventeenth, thirteenth, and fifteenth who often appeared next to Song Yuan, the remaining dozen people were all important figures in the court.

There are the imperial envoys of the Imperial Historical Observatory, the Shangshu of the Criminal Department, the Waiter of the Ministry of Rites, and even the general Qin Huai of the Zhenguo and the national teacher Yin Li.

It's no wonder that the villain of this plane is determined to win, and this emotional court is her person.

"Your Highness, we may not have been together like this for a long time." Qin Huai took the wine in Liang Song's hand and handed it to Song Yuan, "If the eldest brother is still here, I will definitely be very happy to see today's little eighteen." ”

"Everything today is something that everyone strives for." Song Yuan took the wine jar and pulled out the stopper, and poured the wine in front of the lonely grave.

"It's all Your Majesty's wisdom and martial arts." National Teacher Yin Li opened his clothes and knelt down, kneeling towards Song Yuan and towards the lonely grave, "More Your Majesty was willing to choose us back then, otherwise we are just lonely ghosts in mass graves." ”

Back then, it was impossible to come out of the death camp, without the little eighteenth prince, although they did not die in the fight, the dark guards who were indeed eliminated, the eliminated secret guards would be given death, it was the little eighteenth who begged the emperor to be the shadow guards.

"Thank you, Your Majesty! We will always follow Your Majesty! ”

"His Majesty will always be followed!"

The wind blew by, blowing Song Yuan's clothes and hair, she looked away from the shadow guards who were kneeling on the ground, looked at the delicate peach blossoms blooming in the distance, and spit out a word lightly: "Okay." ”

In order to live back then, she never thought that anyone would be grateful to her, everything was just to gain a foothold in the deep palace, everything that she held tightly in her hands, whether it was a shadow guard or an object, was just a sharp blade in her hand.

At that time, Song Yuan had no heart, and his eyes were full of calculations, and he couldn't survive.

"Host, before you leave this world, as long as you kill the villain, Ren Lao can be regarded as completing the task." 113's voice suddenly sounded in the sea of knowledge.

Shen Mochi snorted lightly and held Song Yuan's hand tightly: "I don't do the task or not, you can control it, how can such a poor villain bully her." ”

"Poor her? Is she in the hands of the emperor? "113 almost didn't get angry, just forget if you didn't do tasks in the last world, this world is full of sympathy for villains.

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Death camp.

The dark and oppressive iron cage was opened, and a child in a brocade suit was thrown in, causing the children in the cage to look sideways.

The little Song Yuan slowly got up from the ground, pinched the hem of his clothes and lowered his head, so that people couldn't see his face clearly.

And Song Yuan hadn't been in the cage for half a quarter of an hour when someone lifted her out and stuffed a short knife into her hand.

"Kill him, or be killed by him, choose for yourself." Said the man who handed her the dagger.

Song Yuan glanced at the boy who was younger than her opposite, and then turned her head to look at the Emperor Dayuan who was watching the play in the distance, she gritted her teeth and coldly lowered her eyes, rushed up and plunged the knife into the body of the child with a face full of fear.

Kill her, or she'll die.

If, the final battle of the death camp can only be stopped by one person alive, rather than killing enough thirty people to stop, then she will not hesitate to kill the seventeen shadow guards later.

"Hoo ......"

Ming Huang mosquito net, Song Yuan got up suddenly.

She hadn't dreamed of the past for a long time, and after more than ten years of planning, she didn't have time to recall the past, but after becoming an emperor, she would always dream of the past.

Raised her hand and pressed her eyebrows hard, and glanced at Shen Mochi lying on the couch outside, before she lay down on the bed again.

It's all over, and suddenly it's out of purpose.

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In the forty-seventh year of Yuanjia, Song Yuan, the Yongming Emperor of the Dayuan Dynasty, died at the age of forty-six.

During the reign of Emperor Yongming, the world was prosperous, and it was an unprecedented prosperity of the Dayuan Dynasty.

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In the thick darkness.

A void of ups and downs.

In a floating crystal coffin, there was a god whose face could not be seen clearly, and her slender white hand at her side trembled as a little golden streamer seeped into her body from beyond the abyss.

When Streamer was a child, the crystal coffin was engulfed by darkness again, and he could no longer see a corner.

It was as if nothing had ever happened, and it was still a place of nothingness where nothing could stay.