In the spring of the sixteenth year of Xuanning, Yanjing rained several times one after another, flooding in the south of the Yangtze River, displacing the people and starving all over the wilderness.

The young man in the dream has become a prince who holds the power of life and death, and has faded away from the youth of the past.

Chu Li has meritorious service in controlling the water, the prince is arrogant and domineering, and he is obsessed with having fun and having fun, and the people's dissatisfaction with the prince and the prince Beitangheng is getting deeper and deeper.

There were more and more excerpts in the impeachment of the crown prince Beitangheng, and the Son of Heaven was furious and ordered the prince to think about it behind closed doors for three months.

Xuanping Hou's old illness relapsed, and his son Yun Jingzhi went to the north to fight with the Zhou army.

The great victory of this battle forced the Zhou army to retreat to the grassland outside the Hexi grassland, the alliance of Tanxi in the world, no longer invaded the Central Plains for 20 years, the good news was transmitted to Yanjing, the government and the opposition were shocked, and the Son of Heaven was overjoyed.

After March, Yunjingzhi returned to the dynasty in triumph and was named the Marquis of Chang'an, inheriting the ancestral ambition and guarding the northern border.

When the Marquis of Chang'an returned to Beijing, the entire Yan Kyoto was boiling, and he wanted to see with his own eyes the legendary god of war who single-handedly picked up the camp of the Zhou State.

Yanjing City was wide open, and the young general returned on horseback, with a spear in his hand, and he was heroic.

provoked Yanjing women to throw flowers one after another.

"It turns out that he is the rumored little marquis Yun Jingzhi?" Jun Chaoyun stood in front of the window, looking at the young god of war on the long street.

She leaned over, trying to get a closer look at the face.

Chu Li, who was only separated by a wall, listened, and the excited voice of the little girl in his ears couldn't help but smile.

"Look, Qingyin, she's so good-looking!"

Even if he didn't see the little girl's flying look with his own eyes, Chu Li could imagine how happy she was at this moment.

"It's a pity." The little girl sighed faintly.

"What is the pity, miss?"

"It's nothing, it's that I'm thinking too much." The little girl had seen enough, and sat back down.

The boy lowered his eyes and understood what she meant.

What is the pity?

It was this Chang'an Marquis who fought with his father at the age of eleven and avoided countless swords and swords.

still fought with Zhou Guo with the determination to die when his father was seriously ill.

And the first beauty gentleman Shu who moved Yanjing married Xie Liancheng, the prince of Changning.

The little girl understood, so she felt sorry for these two people.

Just like him, he can only keep those secret thoughts in his heart.

Yunjingzhi's return to Beijing also brought a news that shocked the whole country.

In the past, the Xiao family's rebellion case had the truth.

Above the Taiji Hall, Hou Yunjingzhi of Chang'an said a few words on the stage in full view of the unformed corpses that had long since rotted.

and evidence found by accident from the camp of the Zhou State.

The corpse was vaguely visible as Beirong's captive, and the piece of cloth that had been presented.

Densely packed inside is Beirong's text.

Only then did Beirong open up the corner of the truth of the year, and Beirong designed to frame the Xiao family.

The letters that were originally found in Xiao Huaijin's letters were also deliberately framed and replaced by Beirong secret agents.

Later, this spy was chased and killed by Beirong with the intention of destroying the corpse and destroying the traces, and accidentally fell into the hands of the Zhou people.

From his body, he found the secret letter between Beijung's secret agent and the royal family.

The people were imprisoned for many years in order to use this heavenly secret to negotiate with Beijung.

Xiao Changfeng was defeated in the Battle of Pingcheng because of the leakage of the defense map and the appearance of traitors in the army.

The Longyin army was defeated, and the 70,000 army died in vain on the corpse Weipo outside the city, and the heroic soul is still there.

The enemy army entered Pingcheng to burn, kill and loot, and a fire burned the entire Pingcheng for three days and three nights.

And that spy has been hiding between the government and the opposition for many years.

If it weren't for the fact that Zhou Guo had been dormant for many years, he accidentally learned the truth of the rebellion and reached an agreement with Beirong.

Sending troops to Dali, Beirong must not interfere.

Fearing that Beirong would repent, he secretly imprisoned the captives in the camp.

This is the opportunity to make the truth public.

The Zhou army abandoned the camp and fled, and although several captives were killed, the evidence was too late to be destroyed.

That's why there was this scene in the court.

The Son of Heaven Beitang Mo repeatedly looked at the cloth in his hand.

Eventually, I had to accept this reality.

At the beginning, there were rumors among the people that the Xiao family had the intention of rebellion and intended to seize the throne and become the emperor.

The news of the successive losses of the Long Yin Army reached Yanjing, and the Son of Heaven used the excuse to search the Xiao Mansion.

Xiao Changfeng originally wanted to take this opportunity to wash away the rumors on the Xiao family.

But I didn't expect to be mixed in by Beirong's spies, replacing the letters, and even the handwriting was disguised.

The Xiao family was sent to prison, and the old ministers of the court pleaded one after another.

But in the end, Pingcheng was defeated, Xiao Changfeng died on the battlefield, and the news of the annihilation of the 70,000-strong army came out.

The Son of Heaven was furious, even though there were many suspicions about the rebellion, Beitang Mo was suspicious by nature.

I have long been afraid of Xiao's high power.

Regardless of the ministers, he insisted on ordering Xiao Changfeng to be executed, and the Xiao family was beheaded.

Heijo was destroyed, and there was no evidence to be found.

In addition, the Li family made trouble from it, and the people's resentment gradually rose, and the world accused the Xiao family of being a traitor.

Beitangmo issued an order, and since then, the Xiao clan has been destroyed, and 70,000 souls and the truth of Pingcheng have been buried.

Empress Xiao Yu was stripped of the phoenix order, remembering that she was pregnant with a dragon heir and imprisoned in Changning Palace.

But now he told Beitangmo that he had killed his loyal ministers by mistake when he insisted on doing it.

If this time is Xiao's ordinary, his face as the Son of Heaven will be gone.

The world will accuse him of being stupid.

"The case of the Shaw family, we will discuss it later."

One sentence tore the so-called truth to shreds, and the civil and military forces in the hall did not dare to speak.

The boy stood outside the main hall and watched as the man who was called Father walked away in annoyance.

Over the years, it has become a joke.

The storm had come, and the boy's heart had already been devastated, and his mother had set herself on fire and died, leaving no bones behind.

The truth that he had been searching for became a sharp blade that cut off the young man's heart on this day, and the bitter pain made him stumble and have nowhere to go.

Between heaven and earth, he is always alone.

The peace in his chest stabbed his heart, and he rode aimlessly out of the city into the rainy night.

The twilight bell of the Great Fanyin Temple has passed.

Like a walking corpse, the young man walked into the Hall of Eternal Life step by step.

The light was dim, and the boy in the dream lost consciousness.

Behind the Buddha statue, it is hidden in the darkness as if it were a child.

The gods and Buddhas were compassionate, but Chu Li couldn't shed a single tear.

As dawn broke, a warm glow reflected on his face from the window.

Chu Li couldn't help but stretch out his hand to block it, his thin lips were white and bloodless, and his black hair was messy on his shoulders.

He sighed softly and leaned against the Buddha statue behind him.

It wasn't until the faint sound of footsteps outside the door that the boy became alert.

The steps were light, not the footsteps of men.

The woman groped in the empty hall, and little by little came to the back of the Buddha statue.

Found a tired and decadent teenager.

Her round eyes lit up suddenly, in this warm light.

Whispered his name, "Ah Li." ”

"Brother Ah Li, are you okay?" The girl's voice was soft.

The boy looked down the corner of her clothes.