More than two months have passed. ｅｎa`ｃｏｍ

When Bai Yu woke up one day, he learned that he had finally arrived outside Chang'an City.

Wipeed off the saliva at the corners of his mouth, turned over and continued to sleep, he hadn't entered the city yet, and when he entered the city, he would only know if it would take three or four days to enter Chang'an, as for saying that he couldn't get in, it was impossible, Bai Yu didn't believe that there was no shadow of Yuan Shenstick and Li Xiangyan and other bigwigs behind this matter, and it was the best choice for the demon gate to escape if he didn't want to suffer heavy damage.

Maybe God sensed Li Chongjun's desolation and rained, and the cool rain poured through Li Chongjun's anger and extinguished his dreams......

Within two days, the soldiers defending the city took the initiative to open the city gate and put down their weapons and surrender.

The surrender of these defenders saved the ancient world from being destroyed by the war, and also saved the lives of his own children, Li Chongjun rode a tall horse and walked among the kneeling soldiers on both sides of the street, no one moved, and he didn't even bother to pull out the knife, when the emperor could go to this step Li Chongjun was unprecedented.

Raindrops fell on the awnings of shops on both sides of the street, and horses' hooves on the stone pavement were crisp.

Behind the emperor on a tall horse were carriages, and the old ministers who had been driven out or fled returned to Chang'an again, as if to prove their wisdom to those who stayed here, and the long convoy entered Suzaku Street, and only the sound of wheels and horses' hooves could be heard in the drizzle.

There were people peeking out of the houses on both sides of the road, fearing that the rebellion would cause trouble, but fortunately this scene did not occur.

One of the nine carriages, obscured by a drapery, attracted the attention of many people, the nine white horse-drawn carriages, the delicate and ornate carriages covered with gold leaf, the expensive silk draperies, and the faint figure in the carriage, everything was so mysterious.

Bai Yu has only one feeling about the current Chang'an, which is depressed.

A long time ago, when I first came to Chang'an, the streets were prosperous, and the people were leisurely shopping, talking and laughing, worthy of the title of the world's first ancient capital, and now, the streets are quiet and can gallop on horses, and the people are hiding in the cracks of the door and are frightened, and the shops are closed for a long time.

In the face of this situation, I sighed with emotion.

"No wonder you surrender without even bothering to put an arrow, and you are not qualified to be a tyrant. ”

Along the way, I have constantly seen the army that has put down its weapons and surrendered, and even the Imperial Forest Army has begun to surrender in formation, which is afraid that it will be written into the history books for future generations to ridicule.

The procession continued to move forward, and the majestic palace of Daming Palace could be seen in the distance.

There was no resistance, only the palace guards kneeling on both sides, officials large and small, and the few remaining family elders in Chang'an City.

Li Chongqian rode a horse, his face was cold, and he walked in front of these people without saying a word.

Bai Yu felt that it was not that Li Chongqian was so cold and high-style, but that he was estimated to be tense and nervous now and didn't know what to do, so he could only put on a cold face to maintain his image.

All the way to the outside of the Daming Palace.

Many troops and carriages stopped in the square, and Li Chongqian and more than 100 people rode towards the Daming Palace.

The heavy red lacquer palace door slowly opened in front of Li Chongqian, and a breeze mixed with the rotten smell of Daming Palace rushed from the hole in the city gate.

The guards had already surrendered and knelt on the ground, the rain drenched their clothes and dripped down their chins, no one dared to move, and the palace gate was completely undefended.

Walking into the palace gate, the city wall above his head covered the rain, and the black hole made Li Chongqian a little nervous.

More nervous, frightened and crazy than him is the fourth brother of the emperor in the palace, Li Chongjun.

There are no palace maids and eunuchs in the main hall, only a madman who dances with a sword and chops indiscriminately, the screen made of expensive wood is smashed by a sword, the golden silk nanmu table is kicked to the ground, the famous paintings are all torn, and Li Chongjun, who is crazy about chopping, suddenly stared at the dragon chair, the chair that he once longed for incomparably, and now seems to be mocking himself as a short-lived emperor.

"I'll chop, smash your broken chair, die!"

The chairs on which his ancestors had sat for hundreds of years were littered with sawdust......

All the way unimpeded, Li Chongqian, who came to the front of the main hall where Li Chongjun was, saw a madman sitting on a broken dragon chair in a daze.

The eaves dripped, and the tinkling sound of the water drops even echoed in the empty and quiet hall.

Many holes were cut out of the window grille, the cold and damp wind blew into the hall, causing Li Chongjun's hair to flutter, the sword fell aside, and the small flame of the bronze crane lampstand that was about to drip to the ground illuminated this dark palace, and the thick stench reminded Li Chongjun of the taste of burping after drinking and eating meat.

Li Chongjun, who was wearing a dragon robe and a cape, looked up.

"You're here?"

After saying that, he remembered something, got up and bent over to rummage through the mess for something.

"Where's my crown?"

Finally found his crown, crazy and laboriously put it on the top of his head, because the posture was not right, no one helped him, and the hair was wrapped around it and couldn't be torn off, so he was busy for a long time and finally put it on the top of his head, and after feeling satisfied, Shi Shiran walked back to the dragon chair and sat down.

Li Chongjun and the people behind him watched quietly, as if they were watching another farce, and it was very funny and a little pitiful to wear a crooked crown with loose hair.

"Why don't you kneel when you see me?"

No one moved, still quietly watching Li Chongjun go crazy.

"Fourth brother, it's over. ”

The word "end" was like a stinger piercing deep into Li Chongjun's heart, and the unwillingness and anger pressed in his heart broke out wildly, roaring hysterically.

"Nonsense!"

"It's all you rebellious ministers and thieves who want to seize my country!

"None of you want to take it away!"

"Traitors!

"Why do you want to resist when I let people kill you? Don't you know that the king's order cannot be violated!"

Li Chongqian doesn't know if this fourth brother is really crazy or pretending to be crazy, the farce should be over, but he can't really kill him, he can kill his brother but Li Chongqian can't do it, now there are only two brothers left, and if one more person dies, he will really be alone.

"You go, I can make you a rich man and enjoy your old age. ”

After all, I still have a soft heart.

Li Chongjun raised his head, his eyes were incredulous and enlightened, as for what it is to be a rich man and enjoy old age is just a luxury, no one will let an emperor who is forced to abdicate continue to live, especially those families who forced Li Chongjun to abdicate, there is only one ending to abdication, that is, death.

"Old Nine. ”

"What does the fourth brother want to say?"

"Don't trust anyone, remember, it's all ......"

Li Chongjun collapsed on the dragon chair and convulsed, a delicate and gorgeous dagger in his palm was stabbed obliquely into the second rib from the waist upward, his eyes looked at the exquisite roof of the main hall, the damp and cold wind blew through his hair and swayed, the crooked crown above his head was pulled aside, and a generation of emperors committed suicide on the dragon chair that they had only had in a short life.

Everything ended quickly, Li Chongqian looked at the gradually cold and depressed corpse, and didn't know whether to celebrate his imminent emperor, and the cool breeze blowing into the hall through the broken window made him cold.

Especially Li Chongjun's last words before his death echoed in his ears all the time.

Who can you trust? He is just a down-and-out son of the emperor, the personal palace maid and the eunuch ran away, worrying every day that someone would assassinate him, and suddenly turned into a prince who was about to ascend the throne, and was manipulated all the way to this imperial city, when did the Li Tang royal family fall to such a point?

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