In the thirteenth year of Yongzheng, late autumn, rainy night.

The rain has been falling, beating the smooth floor outside the Taihe Palace, in order to prevent the remnants of the Heaven and Earth Society from assassinating, Yongzheng has already asked the guards to remove the only few plantain landscape trees outside the hall, and now there are no obstacles outside the hall that can hinder his vision. In fact, this can't be blamed for his careful precautions everywhere, in fact, since he ascended the throne, this assassin has never stopped, some of these assassins were sent by those anti-Qing organizations in the people, and some of his brothers colluded with outlaws on the rivers and lakes to enter the palace to assassinate, in the most critical time, even he, the ninety-five honor, personally launched a life-and-death struggle with the other party, after several life and death, fortunately, he once learned a unique skill in Northern Shaolin, so that he could survive in a life-and-death struggle. Of course, for the people and things that can threaten him, he is also ruthless, once it is verified, then it is crazy to eradicate, the Gangshan faction let him be destroyed, and the Shaolin Temple also let him burn, those brothers who once seized the throne with him except for the old fourteen who were imprisoned in the imperial mausoleum for the emperor to guard the mausoleum, the others almost let him kill all the dead, it can be said that up to now, the people and things that can threaten him basically no longer exist, but his heart is still not quiet, and the crisis in his heart is even stronger.

Column-like rainwater fell from the sulphur glazed tiles on the roof of the temple and spread out to the surrounding area, but the old water streaks had not yet dispersed, and a new wave came.

Outside the hall, the originally heavily guarded guards have already been evacuated, even the palace door is open, in the hall, the palace lights are dim, and Yongzheng, the emperor at the top of the Qing Dynasty's politics and who controls the lives of tens of millions of people, is sitting alone on his dragon chair, his eyes are deep, his face is like an expression, like a stone sculpture, as if he has been sitting there for thousands of years, no one knows what he is thinking at the moment.

After thirteen years of hard work, the Qing Dynasty finally came out of the mess left by the emperor's mother, so that the treasury was full, and the people's living standards were several times higher than in the Kangxi period, but the price he paid for it was extremely heavy, and his heart was extremely lonely, the confrontation of political power is always with bloody fighting, and it will always have only one ending, either you die, or I live, only the final strong man can stand on the dragon chair under the ass and speak loudly, and the loser will only be swept into the dust of history forever, After rounds of bloody fighting, although he is now standing at the peak of the political power of the Qing Dynasty, but he has lost more, his former acquaintances, brothers and sisters have almost been killed, whenever he thinks of these, he palpitates and often wakes up, but as an outstanding politician, in order to consolidate his regime, those who should be killed, must be killed, and those who should be eliminated must be eliminated, even if it is with tears.

But for Fang Jingyu's death, he has heartache, since the Venerable Master Kundian brought back the news of this person's death, Yongzheng's heart can be said to have been "dead". For several days, he was arranging for the prince Hongli to take over the throne, he was very relieved about Hongli, his son's cultural and martial arts were not under him, with him, he could rest assured to do his own thing, and complete his unfinished wish.

When the lightning fell, there seemed to be night walkers passing by outside the temple.

Yongzheng raised his head, and then saw Bai Taiguan, the southern boxing king Bai Taiguan in the Eight Heroes of Jiangnan!

"You're here!"

Yongzheng seemed to be greeting an acquaintance.

In fact, his innate Haoran True Qi is one of the sharpest and most domineering martial arts today, except for the Shaolin School's Yijin Jing and the Wudang School's innate Wugang Qi, there is no third martial art that can be reached.

"And me!"

The figure flashed, and a pretty, murderous person had arrived like a swallow.

- Lu Siniang!

She has a sword in her hand, a sword of green frost.

"Gan Fengchi didn't come?"

"He's already a monk in Lingyin Temple!"

Yongzheng's expression was extremely light: "If the three of you join forces, you may be able to fight with me, and you two will be sent to death." ”

Lu Siniang's expression was extremely sad and indignant: "We all owe Jing Yu's life, and we must avenge his revenge!"

There was a trace of pain in Yongzheng's eyes: "I also owe him a life, his death is not my intention......"

Bai Taiguan said angrily: "At least Kundian is your minion, if it weren't for your will, how could he send poisoned wine?"

Yongzheng smiled: "So there is always a war between us, where is Kundian?"

The Venerable Master Kundian had already come out of the darkness and said, "The little monk is here!"

"Take them down for me!"

"Wow!"

The Venerable Master of Kundian received the decree and faced Lu Siniang as a white official.

He is the top master of the Yellow Sect, and since his debut, he has not met an opponent.

"You'd better be on the back of your hands. ”

"The damn thing is you!"

Lu Siniang took out her sword, and her sword was fast, like lightning, piercing the throat of the Venerable Master Kundian.

The Venerable Master Kundian clapped his palms together and grabbed Lu Siniang's sword with a big mudra.

His martial arts are far above Lu Siniang.

As soon as he slapped Lu Siniang's sword, Yongzheng had already made a move.

"Whew!" With a bang, his blood droplets flew out, covering the head of the Venerable Master of Kundian for more than ten zhang, turning sharply, and flying back to Yongzheng's hand with the head of the Venerable Master of Kundian.

His target was not Lu Siniang and Bai Taiguan, but the number one master under him, Master Kundian!

The corpse of the Venerable Master of Kundian fell to the ground.

"Whoever kills my brother must die. Yongzheng's eyes were full of grief: "The most wrong thing you did was that you shouldn't kill Fang Jingyu, even if he deserved to die, I should do it!"

"The ungrateful deserve to die even more!"

Lu Siniang's sword stabbed out again, stabbing Yongzheng on the dragon chair.

Yongzheng didn't move, closed his eyes, and calmly accepted the sword.

But just when the sword stabbed in front of Yongzheng, a sword flew diagonally and protected Yongzheng.

The two swords intersected, and sparks flew everywhere.

Apart.

One person has been protected in front of Yongzheng.

It was Prince Bao Hongli who came.

"Huang Grandma!"

Hearing his son's voice, Yongzheng's eyes opened violently and shouted angrily: "Stand down!"

Hongli did not retreat: "Uncle Fang's death was not done by Grandma, why don't you explain?"

"What you owe to others is what you owe, and if you owe it, you have to pay it back, there is no reason. ”

"But the Qing Dynasty ......"

"You'll do better than me!"

Hongli's eyes were red: "The father's debt is repaid, and Hongli is willing to die to atone for his grandmother!"

"It's me they're going to kill!" Yongzheng glanced at Lu Siniang and Bai Taiguan, and then said: "Even if I die in their hands today, you can't pursue it, let alone implicate anyone." ”

"But ......"

"If you are my son, let me pay my debts. ”

Yongzheng got up and walked in front of his son: "The rivers and mountains of the Qing Dynasty will be handed over to you, I can rest assured!"

"The Emperor's Auntie ......"

Hongli still wanted to say that Yongzheng had already ordered his two big holes.

"It's really hard to be a good emperor." Yongzheng looked at his son: "If you want the Qing Dynasty to rule for a long time, you must remember four words, never add endowment, as long as you do these four words, the Qing Dynasty is an iron country." ”

"Yes! Hongli remembers the teachings of the emperor's grandmother!"

Hongli shed tears.

At this time, Yongzheng was already facing Lu Siniang: "Now you can do it, I can guarantee that no one will stop you again." ”

Lu Siniang was very sad and indignant: "You are indeed scheming, and even your own death is properly arranged!"

"I am ordered by heaven, and no one can take my life, unless I want to die!"

Yongzheng's eyes were like electricity.

"Nothing you say will change your mortal fate!"

Lu Siniang pointed at Yongzheng.

"Don't kill my imperial aunt!"

Hongli's voice was hoarse.

"Remember Grandma's words, you must be kind to the Fang family for the rest of your life, and no one in my official mansion is allowed to step into the four streets, this is my last holy decree. ”

Yongzheng commanded loudly, and it was also the last words he spoke.

As he spoke, Lu Siniang's sword had stabbed out like lightning.

Fast as a shooting star.

Facing the coming sword, Yongzheng closed his eyes.

As early as when Fang Jingyu died, his heart was like ashes, and he had no interest in life.

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