Chapter 583: Departure (1)
Bang β
The figure fell to the ground, slid out and hit the threshold, the box containing the jade seal rolled down to Bai Ning's feet, bent down to pick it up, and handed it to Zhao Hou's hands, "The emperor with blood on his hands is a qualified emperor, Hou'er, to complete the last step before you ascend the throne." β
Bai Ning stretched out his hand, and the golden tiger understood, took out his saber and handed it over. The somewhat cowardly prince trembled and held the handle of the knife in his hand, and on the other side of his sight, Wang Zhi knelt on the ground in embarrassment, and kept kowtowing.
"Your Highness, Your Highness spared your life, the old slave still hugged His Highness back then. The white head slammed on the ground, pulling out red bloodshots, "For the sake of the old slave serving the emperor for half his life, bypass the old slave's life." β
"Hou'er!" Bai Ning half-squinted, and his voice became cold.
The young man who pursed his lips and kept taking a deep breath was difficult to take a step, his arms kept shaking, looking at the poor old eunuch over there, and he couldn't do it.
"Uncle and grandpa, Hou'er can't do it, I don't want to kill" Zhao Hou shook his head, his face pale. However, a shadow shrouded him, and a cold hand held the back of Zhao Hou's trembling hand and stabbed out.
Burst!
The blade of the knife sank into Wang Zhi's chest, and when he pulled it out, blood gushed out like a spring, dripping all over the ground, and some splashed on Zhao Hou's face, so frightened that a loose steel knife in his hand fell to the ground, and when it bounced, Bai Ning led him expressionlessly across the corpse and stepped into the vertical arch hall.
"Hou'er, remember, as a king, you must not have a benevolent heart. He pressed Zhao Hou to sit on the dragon chair, "This dragon chair under this body is dyed with blood, not by benevolence." β
The young Tianzi nodded, even if he didn't understand it too much now, maybe one day in the future, he would understand what Bai Ning said today.
"Your Majesty ascends the throne, the gate of heaven is open, the five dynasties are coming, and hundreds of officials are coming-"
Xiao Chenzi was noisy in the hall, and the civil and military forces who had already known the situation outside were already waiting, and when they heard the proclamation, they lined up and rushed in to meet the new Son of Heaven and the nine thousand years old who stood abruptly on the Jinluan Palace.
"Long live my emperorβ"
Facing the congratulations shouted by the civil and military below, Bai Ning turned around and quietly retreated, the rebellion has been removed, there is no need for him to stay, there is no familiar face here, walking in the palace building, facing the eyes of everyone's worship, but it is so estranged, humane and immortal, and I don't know what the meaning of life is.
Walking back to the brick road of Wushou Palace, Xiao Chenzi and Qin Hui followed behind him at some point.
"Why don't you receive the reward in the Golden Palace, do you also have the leisure to look at the bricks and tiles that were once familiar here with the Governor?"
The old man opened slightly, then was silent for a while, shook his head and smiled: "The old minister, he is dying, even if he has a heart, he is powerless, and he has already prepared a thin coffin at home, just waiting for the old minister to kick his feet." It's just that Lord Admiral, why did he let His Majesty run the court alone, he is still young and prone to make mistakes. β
"Hou'er is too weak and immature, and if you suffer a little loss in the hands of your courtiers, you will grow, and it is better than suffering losses on outsiders. Bai Ning smiled, his footsteps continued to walk, and the next moment, he looked at the towering Yanfu Palace, a little distracted, and muttered: "You and I are old, how can we take care of the future affairs anymore, this governor has done enough in this life, the Jurchen cut off the barbaric blood and bravery, it is no longer to be afraid, the Western Xia monarchs and ministers are mediocre, the people's hardship is a sign of the death of the country, and only the eagle of the northern grassland is still flying." This enemy will let him Zhao Hou fight for him Zhao Clan."
Ahead, the door of Yanfu Palace opened, and the moment Bai Ning stepped in, the old voice behind him shouted to him.
"Overseer!"
Bai Ning turned around with his hand: "Huh?"
Qin Hui, who staggered forward, threw away his crutches, and his eyes turned red: "This farewell, I'm afraid it's hard to see again, so let the old minister worship you again." β
"Good!"
The figure with the negative hand readily agreed, he looked at the kneeling old man, a smile on the corner of his mouth, then turned around and stopped looking, waved his hand and said, "Yes, go with peace of mind." β
"Overseer!!"
Qin Hui shouted again, the old tears were rampant, and on the blurred side, the door of the palace slowly closed.
Passing through Yanfu Palace, the light of heaven has been revealed to the northeast here, the aicwood trees on the aisle are yellow, paved with a thick ground, when the wind comes, it is like a golden rain, the leaves are floating in the wind, and then there is the Wushou Palace, Yelu Hongyu has opened the door of the palace and waited there, she is already an old woman, and she has practiced hard kung fu all the year round, and now the dark wounds are everywhere, and the body is weaker than anyone else, and it is difficult to use force anymore.
In previous years, she went back to Xiliao once, when her father Yelu Dashi had been killed in battle under the iron hooves of Temujin, and then did not go back, I heard that it had been razed to the ground, and the people who followed Yelu Dashi's westward expedition were either dead or surrendered, and there was little point in going back.
"Ruby has no home, either north or west. β
"I don't want to get married and work hard, and I don't want to drag others down, so I ask Master to take him in. That's probably what she said in front of Bai Ning at the beginning.
"Master is going to the apse?"
"Hmm!"
Jeruson fell silent, and walked in front, behind which was a vibrant garden, with apricot leaves fluttering in the wind, birds chirping in the branches, and in the center of the flower garden, a bud guarded by a hedge, exuding a strange blue color.
Bai Ning just glanced at it and left silently.
Back in the cold palace, he sat down next to the ice coffin, never complaining, only this time he finally spoke.
"The flowers haven't bloomed yet, but Xianggong is getting older and older, and I'm afraid I won't be able to wake you up. β
"Xianggong has never regretted it. β
In front of the ice coffin, Bai Ning reached out and stroked the outline under the crystal blur, that was the only peace in his wife's heart, his soft side face leaned on it, and the chill climbed up.
He said: "I can't wait, then I don't wait, I don't wait, Xianggong will take you to see this prosperous world, the world that Xianggong has guarded all his life, appreciate the majestic and magnificent mountains here, the clear and sweet streams, and then we will leave here completely." β
"If you don't speak, you just agree. β
Outside the palace, the sun was shining.
Bai Ning went back to Baifu, the people inside had already moved out of here, the empty courtyard, the garden was overgrown with weeds, and the pavilion on Yuexin Lake also collapsed after a rainstorm, and there was no memory of the past.
Soon after, a carriage quietly drove out of the imperial city, followed by only dozens of entourage, through the endless streets, through a small courtyard of the original family surnamed Lin, where the owner has changed, a few people in the courtyard lively eating, chatting, the wheel rolled, drove out of the city gate, walked through the hill all the way to the south.
On the hill in the distance, two lonely tombs were next to each other.
Lin Chong has finally gotten his wish now. Bai Ning retracted his gaze and lowered the curtain.
The wheel leaves.
PS: One more update. The main ending is not the finale.