The crown prince is the natural heir to the throne. If there had been a crown prince in the Great Zhou Dynasty, or if the contradiction between the state religion and the Holy Empress Niangniang had not evolved to the way it is today, the situation on the mainland would have been much more stable - in fact, the Great Zhou had indeed had a crown prince, who was the son of the first emperor and the Holy Empress Niangniang, that is, the Prince of Zhaoming.

It's a pity that the successive princes of the Great Zhou Dynasty have nothing to do, the prince after the founding of Taizu died tragically in the Baicao Garden Change, the prince carefully educated and cultivated by Emperor Taizong, was finally killed because of inexplicable rebellion, and the experience of the prince Zhaoming is also very unfortunate, but it can also be said that he is relatively lucky, because he died at a very young age.

Soon after the death of the first emperor, Prince Zhaoming fell ill and died in infancy.

But no one believes it, of course no one believes it, the blood of the royal family and the holy queen mother are compatible, how can it be an early death?

There are countless theories about the cause of Prince Zhaoming's death.

There is a theory that is most widely spread - when the Chen royal family and the old forces of the state religion joined forces, intending to drive the holy queen from the throne, in that thrilling struggle the holy queen and the pope won the final victory, hundreds of princes and nobles of the Chen royal family were either killed or exiled, the teachers and students of the state education college were killed and wounded, only the bleak frost grass and the broken well were ruined, but the holy queen also paid a great price for this - the prince Zhaoming was poisoned by the enemies of the holy queen in that rebellion.

There is also a saying that is also very widespread, but it is not heard in either the teahouse or the inn, and it is only uneasily spread in the dark night, and that kind of saying is more cruel and cold.

Some people think and secretly keep preaching, hundreds of years ago, the Holy Queen Niangniang was expelled from the palace by His Majesty Taizong, and lived a miserable life in the Baicao Garden, and met with His Majesty the Pope and the former president of the National Religious College, and learned the secret of changing her life against the sky, she swore to the starry sky that she would rather cut off her blood in this life, in exchange for this change of life against the sky, the death of Prince Zhaoming was the curse of her change of life against the sky, or even the curse of heaven, or even ...... It may be that she took the initiative to do something in order to complete the change of life against the sky!

In those dark rumors, the narrators seem to have seen with their own eyes the bloody and terrible scene in the palace, and it is a vivid story of how the hand of the Holy Queen passed through the swaddling clothes and stretched out to the crying baby, whose beautiful and dignified face had no expression, but a tear slipped from the corner of his eye, and then the cry gradually fell silent, and the silence of the night palace was palpitating.

If it was the heavenly punishment caused by the Holy Queen Niangniang's change of life against the sky, she would have cut off her children and grandchildren, and she would be alone until she died, and this Heavenly Dao and the Sea of Stars would inevitably be too cold and terrifying. If the Holy Queen Niangniang killed her only biological son with her own hands in order to complete the change of life against the heavens that year, and she would be a lonely person on this continent, then she would be too cold and terrifying.

Either way, Prince Zhaoming is dead, and he died for a cold and terrible reason, and he died innocently and pitifully. Since then, no one has dared to mention this matter, whether it is the Chen royal family or the people of the state religion. Only the crazy Lord Hu of the Qin Heavenly Prison, even if all his fingernails were pulled out by Zhou Tong, he still kept telling the world with a blood-stained mouth, Prince Zhaoming...... Didn't die. Then, just when Zhou Tong was about to pull out the tongue of Lord Hu, the Holy Queen Mother showed her mercy and let Lord Hu return to his hometown to recuperate.

But in the eyes of many people, this is not kindness, it is a weakness of heart, or a kind of psychological comfort for the self. What happened in the palace back then? How did Prince Zhaoming die? Why did Niangniang have a weak heart? So, that cruel and terrible statement spread more and more, but of course, it was still in the middle of the night.

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The palace is quiet at night, but the early summer night is infinitely chilly.

The chief eunuch lowered his head and didn't dare to look at the Holy Queen Niangniang at all.

The quiet courtyard turned into a cold snowfield in an instant, and there was not a single snowflake in sight, but the surface of the pond gradually condensed into patches of ice.

As soon as the sage thinks of heaven and earth, his mood is agitated, there are turbulent waves, his mood is gloomy, there is night in the sky, his feelings are low but depressed, and he is naturally stormy and snowy.

Just when the chief eunuch felt that his sea of knowledge was about to be frozen, the voice of the Holy Queen finally sounded again. Her voice was very calm and light, like a pond under thin ice: "All the people in the world are my sons, King Xiang and King Xiang are also my sons, and Zhaoming's life and death have never mattered." ”

It never mattered, and it probably didn't matter before.

The head of the eunuch was lowered, as if it were about to touch the cold ground, and faded back into the night.

Outside the garden, a black sheep walked slowly, its fur was smooth and black as jade, and it walked out of the night, as if it had brought out a part of the night.

Is it the truth that is obscured by the night? What about the night itself?

The Holy Queen looked at it with a blank face and asked, "What about you, why are you willing to get close to him, who is he?"

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Tonight was Chen Changsheng's first night back at the National Education Academy, and just like those previous nights, after having dinner and walking along the lake, he naturally walked into the library. Luo fell back to the palace, Tang Thirty-six was still in the Heavenly Book Mausoleum, Xuanyuan Po was smashing trees, folding his sleeves was still in Zhou Prison, he didn't know what he should do, so just continue to practice.

The starlight passed through the glass, the snow flakes passed through the sparse leaves, did not stay on his clothes and skin, but directly entered the depths of his body, the snow layer on the field became thicker and thicker, although the lake outside Lingtai Mountain was far from becoming an ocean, but the water potential was already a lot larger, the stone gate of the secluded mansion at the end of the sloping stone steps in the mountains had been fully opened, and the light of Ning Rou was revealed from the cave, scattered everywhere in the water, giving people a very peaceful feeling.

Now he is naturally no longer as confused as before, thinking that the starlight attracted has gone elsewhere, he quietly perceives his own star in the distant starry sky, and perceives the changes in his body. Time passed slowly, and at some point, he opened his eyes, woke up, and began to sort out the harvest of this time.

When he left the Tianshu Mausoleum, he was already in the upper realm of Tongyou, after the trip to Zhou Yuan, he encountered so many strong enemies on the way back to the south, the sword heart gradually became more rounded, the realm was more stable, and he was even faintly about to climb to the peak of the Tongyun realm. In addition, he has followed Su Li for so long, and his progress in swordsmanship is even greater, and when the two are combined, he can be said to be invincible below the Gathering Star Realm, even if he encounters those strong people who have just entered the Gathering Star Realm, he has a chance to defeat the other party. This fact made him a little relieved, but he would not relax in any way, because he never forgot the night.

He really didn't have much time, even if he could now be said to be the fastest person in history to cultivate to the peak of the Secret Realm, but it was far away from the Divine Hidden Realm, and there was still an infinite distance, so how much time would it take? So he had to cherish his time - after finishing his meditation and meditation and meditation, he began to practice swordsmanship without pause.

The snow field and the lake in his body showed that he had accumulated a lot of true yuan now, far exceeding that of ordinary cultivators of the same age, the problem was that his meridians were broken, and there was no way to fully use those true yuan, and the burning sword that Su Li taught him could only solve part of it, and the price that burning the sword needed to pay was too great, with his current realm cultivation, he could only produce three swords at most.

And burning the sword can't be practiced, and it hurts the body. Huijian is also impossible to practice, and it hurts the spirit. He only practiced stupid swords. He stood on the floor and kept drawing his sword, swords, and repeating this simple and boring process, which looked a little clumsy indeed.

After doing it a thousand times, he sat down cross-legged again and put his sense into the scabbard of his sword.

In the world of scabbards, there are 10,000 remnant swords, quietly suspended in space, without disturbing each other.

These swords no longer have the power they had when they first appeared in Zhou Yuan, but after all, they were all once famous swords in the continent, and the sword intent was still strong, and the seemingly empty space had long been occupied by the sword intent.

It was actually a very dangerous thing for his divine sense to travel through the Ten Thousand Dao Sword Intent, especially since he did not try to use his divine sense to control the Ten Thousand Dao Sword at this time, but directly used his divine sense to contact the Ten Thousand Dao Sword.

He wants to sharpen his sword heart with the sword intent of ten thousand swords.

His current sword heart is already rounded, if people know it, they will definitely be shocked and admired, because this is a very difficult thing, and if you go further, the real sword heart is clear. However, the sword heart is clear, the talent requirements for kendo are too high, looking at the mainland, there are only a few people who can truly achieve the sword heart.

The problem is that Chen Changsheng has seen two people with a clear sword heart in the past few days-Su Li and the girl who first saw him, so he naturally can't be satisfied.

Those sword intent are whetstones, and his divine sense is the blade. Or a sharp or domineering sword intent, constantly in contact with his divine sense, grinding, cutting.

The process was painful, his eyes were closed, he didn't sweat, but his face gradually turned pale.

The sword edge is inspired by the grinding, the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, and it does not experience wind and rain, and what rainbow can be seen.

He thought about these famous words of his predecessors, and endured unimaginable suffering, until the wisp of divine consciousness that had been put into the scabbard of the sword became thinner and weaker, and seemed to be ready to dissipate at any moment......

Suddenly, he felt that there was something faintly behind the Ten Thousand Dao Sword Intent that was attracting his divine sense.

Once he sensed the attraction of that place, his divine consciousness, which was already weak and gradually dissipating, suddenly became much more stable and became stronger again.

His divine consciousness passed through the ten thousand sword intents, and slowly drifted towards the distant side.

I don't know how long it took, the light boat finally crossed the Ten Thousand Mountains, and his divine sense came to the other side of the sword intent ocean.

On the other side of the Sword Intent Ocean, it turned out to be a real shore, and there was a black stone tablet on the shore, but it was not a real stone tablet, just a phantom.

The black stele looked familiar, like a night.

The moment he saw the black stele, Chen Changsheng naturally had a feeling in his heart that this stele was illusory, and it should be a door to another place.

Suddenly, he remembered that the reason why this black stone tablet was familiar was not because it could be seen every night in the night, but because this black stone tablet was exactly the appearance of the black stone he had obtained from the Lingyan Pavilion after it had been transformed back into the Heavenly Book Tablet, and it was also the appearance of the Heavenly Book Tablet around Zhou Ling.

Could it be that this black stone tablet leads to the Zhou Garden? Could it be that the Zhou Garden has not been destroyed?

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(There will be a second chapter, but it will be later.) ）