"What's wrong with Hao'er?"

Mrs. Shaoyang was a little puzzled.

Wang Hao could only shirk nothing, but after Mrs. Shaoyang left, he frowned.

"If I really go back to ten years ago, it is now the seventeenth year of Tianwu, I remember very clearly that the Emperor suddenly summoned nearly eighty percent of the princes of the Heavenly Dynasty into the palace, and the princes and princes left after three days, as for what they discussed, no one knows, all the princes are silent, but this is not the point. ”

Looking at the thin two arms, Wang Hao's expression slowly became solemn.

"Just a few days later, on the seventeenth day of the lunar month, the sword saint Taicang swung a sword in Guangling County, beheaded the prince and the prince at the foot of the imperial city, the emperor was furious, three days later issued a ban on martial arts, arrested all the supernatural powers, and announced the establishment of the town god division on the seventh day, specifically to suppress the people who practiced martial arts, the Celestial Empire began to be in chaos, disputes broke out, and the town god division became the most valued organization, the power leaned towards the government and the opposition, and even Yang Ding also had many connections with the town god division. ”

For the Han Celestial Empire, this incident had a profound impact, but nothing has happened yet.

"Today is the seventeenth day of the lunar month, I didn't pay too much attention to the Zhenshen Division back then, but in the future, many princes will come from the Zhenshen Division, if I can also make a marquis, even if Yang Ding secretly starts with the Wang family in the future, it will be much more difficult. ”

Wang Hao said to himself: "My father was very valued by the emperor, but not long after the change, the holy grace began to disperse, and the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion gradually withdrew from the stage of power. ”

The seventeenth year of Shenwu was the turning point of the Han Celestial Empire, and Wang Hao still had time to change the fate of himself and the Wang family.

After thinking for a while, Wang Hao got up from the bed, pushed open the door and stood in the courtyard.

Although it is now the wax moon, because of the shroud of national fortune, Shangjing has always been like spring all year round, and I don't feel the slightest chill.

Wang Hao looked forward quietly, his expression a little dazed.

After two hours, white points of light began to appear in the sky, slowly falling like petals.

"Is this, Snowflake?"

Wang Hao stretched out his hand, and the white snowflakes instantly turned into rain after touching his palm.

It has not snowed for many years since the establishment of Shangjing City, and many people have looked up at the sky.

"Sword Saint Taicang. ”

Wang Hao said to himself, Taicang is a giant in the gossip realm, and it is not difficult for him to say what he says, and causing changes in the sky.

After dozens of breaths, the snow fell heavily in Shangjing City, the temperature plummeted, and more and more people felt that something was wrong and began to panic.

There must be demons when teachers are abnormal.

"Who dares to make trouble in Shangjing?!"

Suddenly, a loud shout resounded through the sky, and the righteousness of Haoran surged, dispersing the snowflakes in the sky.

It's like the darkness always recedes after the light appears.

"Although the prince and the master of the third product are not weak, how can they compare to Taicang, if the third prince makes a move today, it may be another result. ”

Wang Hao looked at the sky, and a scene in his memory still appeared.

At this moment, a brilliant sword light crossed the sky, and the edge was peerless.

Only a moment passed, the Haoran righteous qi that enveloped the entire Shangjing City was split in half, and then the sword light dissipated, and the ice and snow melted, as if nothing had happened.

"The crown prince is dead. ”

Wang Hao turned around and returned to the room, he already knew the result, of course there was no need to understand the situation again.

On this day, there was a riot in the capital, and the forbidden army went out frequently, and the three dukes rushed to Guangling County to fight with Taicang.

However, from the beginning to the end, the one in the depths of the capital has never made any statement, and still discusses with many princes in the hall of the hundred official courts.

The sun was sinking in the west, and the closed door of the hall was opened.

The princes walked out of it, their faces full of solemnity.

They already knew what was going on in the outside world, but the Emperor didn't speak, and they couldn't rush to the aid of the crown prince.

Soon the princes dispersed, and there was no communication.

Gradually, the moon had risen, and after the chaos of the day, the tranquility of Shangjing had regained its tranquility, because the news had not yet spread, and under the strong suppression of the forbidden army, the ordinary people did not know what was really happening.

It was late at night, but Wang Hao hadn't slept, he was waiting for his father to come back, but the door of the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion had been closed.

"What's going on? Normally, my father should have come back a long time ago. ”

Wang Hao in the courtyard was a little puzzled, and always felt that something was wrong.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps in the distance, and Mrs. Shaohua walked over.

"Hao'er, your father received a report from the border gate battle, and now he has gone back. ”

Mrs. Shaohua sighed lightly, this is the prince, who looks glorious and brilliant, but in fact, there are also sufferings, and the military order is that he can't go back home.

"What?!"

Wang Hao was stunned, he originally wanted to use his father's influence to enter the Zhenshen Division, but reality slapped him hard.

Although Wang Guang is the Marquis of Dingyuan, he is arrogant, he never manages his power in the capital, and his relationship with many princes is also average, and the Zhenshen Division is highly valued by the emperor, and I don't know how many princes' heirs are staring at it, so it is much more difficult for Wang Hao to enter the Zhenshen Division.

After saying goodbye to Mrs. Shaohua, Wang Hao returned to his residence and looked at the familiar arrangement around him stupidly.

"I didn't expect that I would be able to go back to ten years ago, so the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion must not be destroyed. ”

Wang Hao's eyes became more and more determined.

"But the problem is that now I want to enter the Town God Division, and if I miss this opportunity, it will be even more difficult to enter the Town God Division in the future when the power of the Town God Division becomes more and more powerful. ”

With Wang Guang leaving, Wang Hao's original plan had to be changed, but for a while, he couldn't think of a better way, after all, this town god division was not something that ordinary princes and heirs could enter.

"No, in my memory, my father didn't go back to the capital at all at this time!"

Slowly, Wang Hao felt that something was not quite right.

According to his own memory, this time the father should still be sitting in the North Plains and never left half a step, but now this is not the case, there must be something wrong.

"It's a pity I didn't see my father, otherwise I could have asked why. ”

Wang Hao fell asleep in thought.

"No, don't!"

But he was awakened shortly after he fell asleep, drenched in cold sweat, and his whole body was wet.

He dreamed of the destruction of the royal family, where thirty-six heads were scattered on the ground, and blood flowed like a river.

"Yang Ding!"

In the end, the picture stayed on Yang Ding, and he knew that the reason why the Wang family fell to this field must be secretly fueled by Yang Ding.

Yang Ding became famous at a young age, but he was not too dazzling, and there were still a large number of people in the army who could compete with him or even suppress him, and Yang Ding's turning point was also ten years ago. ”

Wang Hao had hatred in his heart, and he began to recall the timeline of Yang Ding's rise, and found that it was almost this time.

"Western suburbs, Jixia School Palace!"

In the end, Wang Hao's eyes lit up, and he suddenly thought of a key place.