The thirteenth year of the Great Jin Dynasty, autumn.

Jinyang City.

The night is dark, the moon is hanging high, and the lights in the Tang Mansion are bright.

Red is broken all over the ground, and red curtains are hung all over the mansion, which is full of joy.

Hundreds of tables of banquets are set up, there are countless guests, and there are all people who come to congratulate them.

"Yuan Bing Pavilion, give a purple jade spirit stone to congratulate Tang Shuai's daughter on her wedding!"

"Two weeks of chambers of commerce, give a bottle of the second grade elixir, congratulations to the Tang family. ”

"Red sleeve move, give a thousand taels of gold, congratulations on Miss Tang's wedding!"

......

In the face of congratulations from all sides, Tang Xuan only dealt with it symbolically, and his wife Li's face was even more haggard, and the corners of her eyes were moist that had not been dried.

Apparently the wedding did not add joy to them.

After all, no one's daughter would rejoice in marrying a dying man.

After coping, Tang Xuan swept his gaze to the red-clothed young man sitting at the table not far away, looked at the dull face and sighed secretly, shook his head, and a touch of self-deprecation flashed in his cloudy eyes.

This is a wine glass with liquor, and in the glass is a handsome face with childish and white facial features.

This is?

Snatching?

No, it's rebirth!

Chen Changan's eyes widened.

Looking at the unfamiliar face in the cup with the groom's official hat, he was about seventeen or eighteen years old.

Half ringing.

He came back to his senses slightly, his fingers rubbing slightly, as if grasping something in the air, and the corners of his mouth slowly outlined a subtle arc.

Nimbus!

As the youngest head of the Heavenly Demon Sect in the end of the Dharma era, he couldn't remember how long he hadn't seen the aura.

If he had an aura, how could he force a breakthrough and die young?

He suddenly had the thought of looking up to the sky and laughing.

But when I look around, it doesn't seem to be out of place.

Let's put up with it.

Suddenly, an extremely loud voice came from outside the Tang Mansion.

"On the order of the crown prince, send four pairs of Nanmu coffins, and wish King Chang'an and Tang Shuai a promotion and wealth!"

A group of soldiers carrying four coffins poured into the house with great vigour.

The guests and family members at the door dodged to the side in a panic, freeing up a large open space.

The four coffins lay flat on the ground and were of different sizes, but anyone with a little eyesight could see that the four coffins were specially customized.

After the relatives of the Great Jin Emperor, they were all buried in customized golden silk nan wooden coffins, a total of four pairs, which corresponded to Chen Chang'an and his wife who were about to get married, and Tang Xuan and his wife who were just about to become relatives of the emperor.

The meaning of this gift is self-evident.

Suddenly, the entire mansion was silent.

A depressing atmosphere climbed, and everyone became cautious even when they breathed.

After the group of soldiers lowered the coffin, on either side of the queue, a handsome young man in a blue silk and gold robe slowly paced to the front.

Behind him was an old man in a brown robe, whose face was as withered as a tree, motionless, as if he had grown in a shadow.

"Tang Shuai, the prince gave a gift, don't you say thank you?"

Hanqi's eyebrows were lightly raised, and there was a faint sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, a low cold hiss sounded, and everyone looked at this unruly Han family son.

On the wedding night, give someone a coffin, and thank him!

It's really half a face, and I don't give the Tang family any face!

But no one dared to say anything.

Before the autumn, the Jin Emperor left a will to close the pass, and the government handed over the queen Han to take charge, this Han Qi is the queen's nephew, and he must have relied on it.

Everyone secretly swallowed their saliva, suppressed the tremor in their hearts, and secretly glanced at Tang Xuan, for fear that the old general with heavy troops would turn his face on the spot.

However, a scene that surprised everyone happened.

"Old minister...... Thank you, Your Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

Tang Xuan's body trembled slightly, and he took a deep breath and said, "However, this gift is too expensive for the Tang family to bear, so I ask the son to bring it back." ”

Saying these two words, as if he had exhausted all his strength, a few wrinkles seemed to have been added to the vicissitudes of life, and the whole person seemed to be a few years older in an instant.

Rumble!

The hearts of the people thundered.

This is Tang Xuan, the first god general of the Jin Kingdom, assisting the Jin Emperor to ascend the throne, fighting for the country for half his life, with peerless merits, and holding the Sancheng military power of the Great Jin Dynasty in his hands.

Recalling that decades ago, when Tang Shi returned to the dynasty, even the one in the palace had to greet him at the city gate, and his majesty had long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, but today he bowed to the prince.

It's incredible!

In the middle of the sound, everyone's eyes subconsciously swept towards Chen Changan, and they understood in an instant.

Tang Xuan's move is for the future Tang family.

Tang Xuan can turn his face, and even the prince can't help him, but if this is the case, the prince will be the king in the future, and the Tang family will be destroyed.

"The prince only told me to give gifts, but he didn't tell me to bring them back!"

Han Qi raised his head and laughed, staggered to Chen Chang'an, and said meaningfully: "But this son is in charge, as long as Miss Tang will send three coffins after the funeral, I will take the remaining coffin today, how about it?"

A word falls, full of silence!

The officials and gentry present were all human spirits, and they instantly heard the meaning of the cold words.

Three coffins were sent to the funeral, which means that three people from the Tang family will die.

And Tang Xuan only has one wife, and only one daughter Tang Xuerou under his knees.

Letting Tang Xuerou bury three coffins is equivalent to asking Chen Changan and Tang Xuan and his wife to die.

More importantly, there is no precedent for a woman to be in charge of the army in the Jin Kingdom, so the military power of the Great Jin Sancheng will return to the royal family.

This move is too profound!

The one in the palace is very old, but his cultivation has not broken through for a long time.

Therefore, no one is sure whether these four coffins were given by the prince or the palace today.

All of a sudden, many people were discouraged.

This muddy water is not something they can wade into, and they must get out of it as soon as possible.

Chen Changan raised his head, and some strange but familiar memories came to his heart.

Chen Chang'an, the righteous son of the regent of the Great Jin Dynasty.

Cultivating at the age of six, gathering qi in three days, breaking the record of the Great Jin Dynasty's cultivation Tianjiao.

At the age of nine, he entered the realm of self-cultivation, defeated Jinyang Tianjiao in one day, and was accepted as a disciple by the Changbai Sword Sect.

At the age of twelve, he returned from the sect during the turmoil in the western border of the Great Jin Dynasty, and went out with his father-in-law to pacify the western border, killing tens of thousands of enemies.

At the age of fifteen, he broke through the realm and entered Chengling, and went out on the expedition alone, setting the border turmoil, and making countless military exploits.

A few years ago, at the age of seventeen, he broke through to the Spiritual Extreme.

Entrusted by the Jin Emperor, he went to respond to a war, and then returned from all his cultivation.

Dajin Yaowang diagnosed that it only had half a life left at most.

As soon as the news came out, the palace issued a decree to crown him as the king of Chang'an and marry the Tang family.

The youngest prince of the Great Jin Dynasty, marrying the first beauty in Jin'an City, should be enviable, but no one envies him, because his time is running out.

"You can ...... Get out!"

Chen Changan paused and said slowly.

Countless people focused their eyes on Chen Changan.

Isn't he all gone?

What to do at this time?

The crowd was puzzled.

Tang Xuan and his wife also frowned, and they also had doubts in their hearts.

Since Chen Changan entered the Tang family, he has been looking sluggish, acting like a fool, and has never said a word.

They all thought that their hearts were like ashes, and they were reduced to self-sufficiency.

I didn't expect to speak now.

Han Qi stared at Chen Changan.

This face once overwhelmed him, to be precise, it overwhelmed the younger generation of the entire Jin Kingdom.

Ever since he was governor, this figure had stood in that unattainable place.

He is only worthy and can only be worthy of looking up.

Now, although this face is not as high-spirited as it used to be, as soon as he speaks, it still brings great pressure to Hanqi.

He's gone!

A wasted man, don't be afraid of him!

He struggled in his heart for a few breaths, and said in a deep voice: "Chen Changan, haven't you seen the situation clearly?"

The air fell silent.

Everyone's breathing slowed down a little, and they were also wondering if Chen Changan didn't see the situation clearly, but they wanted to know how this abolished Tianjiao would respond to Han Qi.