Chapter 150: Refining the Heart in a Hundred Generations (1)
"Your Majesty, there is an urgent news from the east! The countries of the east suddenly united into a united front and sent a large army to kill our dynasty. The generals of our dynasty have been killed in battle, and most of the eastern territory has fallen!" a waiter hurriedly ran to the court and shouted.
"What! The general died in battle, and the eastern territory of our dynasty has fallen!"
"How is this good? Why did the Eastern Powers suddenly break out into war?
The ministers under the court were full of discussions. At this time, the minister who had stopped the transfer of troops to the east last time walked out again, his expression calm, as if he had not heard the news.
"Your Majesty, don't worry, those are just clowns jumping off the beam, united in one place for a while, but a rabble. It will not take long for internal contradictions to arise and be self-defeating. The general died in battle for the safety of our dynasty, and he should be buried at this moment, take care of his descendants, and make him a marquis, which can not chill the hearts of the soldiers, but also reflect the compassion of His Majesty. β
Xuan Qing sat on the dragon seat, not knowing what he was thinking, he was in a daze, he didn't listen to what the minister said, and he hadn't come back to his senses.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty. β
"Hmm, what's the matter?" Xuan Qing finally came back to his senses, and he looked at the ministers below and said.
"What Wei Chen said just now, I don't know what Your Majesty thinks?"
"Oh, yes, let's retreat if we have nothing to do. β
"Yes!"
Some of the loyal ministers below could not help but sigh secretly in their hearts when they saw such a scene, and secretly worried about the fate of the country. With such a useless and mediocre king, how could the dynasty not decline, and how could it not be humiliated by those small countries?
There were also some people who saw the current situation clearly, and they understood that the dynasty was likely to fall, and they were all going to become slaves to the country. At this moment, the eastern countries are in turmoil. The barbarians of the West have also begun to move, eyeing each other and not knowing when they will send troops.
Xuan Qing stood on a high platform in the palace, he looked at the endless blue sky from afar, and a trace of bitterness appeared in his eyes: "I understand that I am a useless emperor in the eyes of you and others, and this great dynasty will be defeated at my hands. β
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"Kill!!"
Outside the palace, the shouts of killing shook the sky, a piece of gunpowder smoke rolled up, and countless figures howled miserably in the palace. Flee to escape from the palace that has been captured. An enemy soldier in armor slaughtered, burned, and plundered the Imperial City.
Xuan Qing sat on the throne, holding the beautiful concubine in her arms, with a complicated expression. There is unwillingness, pain, and sadness in his eyes. His face was a little hideous, and his body was trembling slightly. "I. You have to become the king of the fallen country, you have to become the greatest sinner in this great imperial city for thousands of years!
"I am unwilling, but I am not a genius in governing the world, I am really as you say, I am just a faint king, and the great imperial city is about to fall today. Dissipated in the dust of history! I have become the emperor of the dead country!"
Xuan Qing was extremely sad and angry in his heart, he was greedy for the throne and the power in his hands. But he is not a ruler of the world, he is a flute every night, he is in the palace, and he almost does not care about the government. Even if you repent, it's too late.
"Poof!"
A cold dagger pierced Xuan Qing's heart, and it was actually his favorite concubine from his arms. At this moment, the beautiful face was full of hideousness, and the eyes that were originally full of autumn waves were full of fiery hatred!
"You...!"
"Ha Lu Ha, faint king! Tyrant! You also have today! You took me from you, put me in your room, and slaughtered my whole family! I have been by your side for many years, just to see you lose everything, and then kill you! This is how to relieve the hatred in my heart! Go die!"
The cold dagger pierced Xuan Qing's heart, and the vitality in his body was rapidly lost. His face was covered with tears, he laughed wildly, his whole body trembling violently, and blood gushing out of his mouth.
"Haha
It wasn't until the last day that the enemy soldiers broke into the main hall, and they found Xuan Qing dead, stabbed in the heart by a dagger, and beside him, a beautiful, fairy-like woman had died, but died of poison.
At the moment after Xuanqing's consciousness dissipated, what appeared in front of his eyes was the dream world that he kept dreaming about every night, and it was projected in front of him like a movie......
"Perhaps, that world is the real world, right?"
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The sky and the earth were gloomy, countless dark clouds floated in the air, and raindrops the size of beans continued to fall, and the torrential rain poured down. The sky was extremely gray, as if it were only black and white, and there were no other colors.
In a garbage heap, countless discarded garbage emitted a disgusting and unpleasant stench, and the rain fell on it, dripping green sour water, and some white worms wriggled among the rotting food.
A thin figure in ragged clothes and unkempt was shivering in a corner full of garbage, his whole body wet from the rain, his face covered in dirt, and his face could barely be seen. His body was very thin, and there were more than a dozen Dawson blood marks on it, his teeth chattered, his face was pale, and he was curled up in the corner.
No one knew the beggar, and no one took pity on the beggar, who had come from nowhere, wandered here, and hid in this corner for many days.
The beggar's hands and feet were cold, and he shivered, apparently not lightly frozen. But this one, which could no longer distinguish the color and was ragged, was the only thing he covered.
The beggar didn't know who he was, he only remembered his name, it was Yun Qing, he didn't know where he came from, and he didn't know where he was going. He hid in this dark corner, and could only survive on the rotting food. But he always had strange dreams.
In the dream, he first went to a strange wilderness, became a cultivator, fought in all directions, and countless strong people envied him and marveled at him, he was like a legendary figure. Although the most lull seems to be dead. He was a little vague about this dream, and he couldn't remember it clearly.
Subsequently, he became an emperor again, although he was an emperor who died in the country, and the most desolate country fell in his hands and was killed by the woman he loved the most, but in reality he was already extremely envious. As far as he was concerned, what if the country was defeated, even if he was killed? He had already mastered the supreme power, he had the most beautiful fairies, everything was incomparably luxurious, and he was incomparably envious, tens of thousands of times stronger than he did now!
And no matter which of these two dreams he is, he seems to be named Qing, which makes him feel familiar, but it is difficult to explain.
"Eh-" he sighed, it was just a dream, not a reality.
At this moment, two delicate figures appeared, like the only color different from black and white in this gray world. Yun Qing raised his head, he saw the most beautiful figure in this world, deeply engraved in his heart like a stone carving, and it was difficult to erase it.
He seemed to see the fairy in his dream, the most beautiful fairy, the beautiful face was almost suffocating, shocking, it was difficult to compare, it was really the fairy above the nine heavens, the legendary fairy, so beautiful that it was incomprehensible. Beside the woman, a maid-like woman held an umbrella for her.
"Lin'er, give that beggar some silver taels, it's too pitiful. Her voice was as beautiful as a fairy sound.
"Hehe, miss, you are too kind, who knows if this little beggar is a bad guy who fled here and pretended to be a beggar to take refuge. β
The beautiful woman smiled lightly, like a fairy flower blooming, gently rippling like water, "Even so, it is enough for him to fall to such a point." Alright, Lin'er, go ahead. β
"Here, little beggar, go buy some food. You are so lucky to have met our kind and gentle young lady. β
Yun Qing seemed to be stunned, he didn't take the silver taels that were already a lot of wealth for him, stared at the woman in a daze, and said tremblingly, "I... I seem to have seen you in a dreamβ" His voice was hoarse.
When the maid heard Yun Qing say this, her brows furrowed, and she was not happy, "Hey, little beggar, what do you say? Let me tell you, don't try to beat our young lady's idea! I don't look at your identity! This is our young lady who pitis you, you are just one of the thousands of beggars that our young lady gives!"
"Alright, Lin'er. Let's go. β
Yun Qing watched the two figures walk away in a daze, until the back was gone, he trembled and picked up the broken silver taels on the ground, and his mouth was still murmuring.
"It's familiar, it's true, I seem to know her. I really saw her in my dreams. I seem to have married her as a cultivator in my dreams. I am the emperor, she is my concubine. β
Yun Qing inquired around, and finally he knew who the beautiful woman was.
She was the daughter of a large family in the neighborhood, who seemed to be a high-ranking official in the dynasty and had great authority in the family. Her identity is extremely noble, and everyone knows her for thousands of miles. At the same time, her kindness and beauty are also known to everyone.
The whole dynasty knows her kindness and beauty, and she is shocked by the heavens, a rare fairy in the world!
However, it seems that she is about to get married, to the son of the prime minister of the current dynasty, and I heard that she is also a personable and handsome young man. The two can be said to be a perfect match, a match made in heaven.
When he heard that she was going to marry and become someone else's wife, he felt a sense of loss in his heart, as if he had lost something. It seems that there is a feeling that something that is its own has been taken away.
He sneered, as if laughing at himself, and he looked away so that he didn't think much about it. It is a great luck to be able to get these silver taels for no reason, and that dream is just a dream after all, and it can't be true.
What was I thinking? It was the daughter of a great official, and she was born so beautifully, how could it have anything to do with me? I was just a beggar who had nothing, and I didn't know that I would die one day.
He curled up again in the dark, damp, cold, foul-smelling corner, clutching a few pieces of silver in his hands. He knew that it was extremely important to him, enough for him to support him for a long time, to be able to eat something a little better, at least not to eat this foul and rotten food. (To be continued......)