Xijiang City is broken. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The first god of Great Wei watched the sea and led an army of 100,000 to die in the country.

This news was quickly sent to Chang'an City.

The man in the golden robe who sat on the Taihe Hall held the letter, and his body trembled.

"Father's Day mourns, take care of the dragon's body. A young man under the Taihe Highness saw the sorrow and fear in the man's heart at the moment, and he said in a calm voice, his voice was different from the calm and heavy that he should have at this age.

However, this persuasion did not work as he imagined.

The man's body was still shaking.

It wasn't until the young man in the audience called several times that he put down the fold in his hand in a daze as if he had just woken up from a dream and looked at the young man in the audience.

"Ming'er... Xijiang... It's true... Is it really broken?"

The man asked, obviously unable to accept the news that seemed like a bolt from the blue to him.

When the young man in the audience heard this, his face became extremely ugly, and he said bitterly: "The barbarian army has killed several stars, and it is wrapped up in this million male divisions, and the general Guan just asked, and his soldiers are no more than 100,000..."

"Xijiang... How can you keep it?"

The young man's words completely extinguished the only remaining illusion in the man's heart.

The man sat as if his soul had been stripped of his soul, and he sat on the dragon chair that he had once dreamed of.

"Great Wei... Dead..."

"Great Wei... Dead..."

He muttered to himself.

Seeing this scene, the young man beside him didn't care about any courtesy, he walked up the jade steps, walked quickly up to the main hall, and said to the man.

"Father, father, you have to cheer up, the people of the world are still waiting for their father to be in fire and water, and the ancestral inheritance is still waiting for their father to recover. ”

But the man apparently couldn't listen to anything anymore, and he shook his head and continued to speak dreamily.

"Great Wei is dead... Dead..."

"Father!" Perhaps because he was in too much of a hurry, the boy's voice also became louder at that time.

"We still have 500,000 soldiers and horses hoarded in Xishu, plus the two stars of Taiwei Mu Liangshan and Yin Lisheng, the president of the Jinglun Academy, as long as we send an apostle, make peace with Lu Ruyue, cut off Xishu, and then transfer the soldiers and horses, plus the high walls of Chang'an City, the domestic demand is sufficient, and there is no power to fight. ”

The boy said this in one go, apparently having done his homework and thinking of all the resources available to him before he came to meet the man.

"Besides, what Xishu wants is to restore the country, naturally he will not be willing to be in a corner of peace, or to a country that coexists with the barbarians, if we can, we may even say that we will move Xishu and attack Tuoba Yuanwu with us, when the barbarian army retreats, and then think of a strategy to resist Shu, the number of victories and defeats is still unknown!"

This young man's words are quite reasonable, after all, the barbarians are foreigners, if Xishu is still an enemy of the imperial court at this time, let the barbarian army trouble the Central Plains, not to mention whether they have enough ability to drive out these foreign races, just the infamy of allowing the barbarians to plague the Central Plains is definitely not something that any one can afford.

But for this only feasible strategy at present, the man continued to shake his head as if he had not heard it, and kept muttering the sentence that Da Wei is dead......

The boy frowned and looked at his father, unable to tell whether to be pitiful or angry.

Finally, he shook his head and bowed down.

"Father calm down first, take care of the dragon's body, and I will come to discuss countermeasures with my father tomorrow. I also asked my father to take care of the common people in the world and take care of his body. ”

After that, the young man finally couldn't bear to look at his father again, and turned around and withdrew from the Taihe Palace.

Woo!

As the door of the Taihe Hall was slowly closed, the young man withdrew from the door, and the Taihe Hall of Nuoda suddenly darkened at that time.

The man finally stopped the dreaming in his mouth.

He remembered the conversation between his father and Sima Xu two years ago.

Sima Xu said that within ten years, the fortunes of the Great Wei State were lost, the people were struggling to make a living, and the lives were ruined.

His father laughed and rejoiced at it.

At that time, he was uneasy in his heart, but he could not compete with the joy of reaching the great top, and only now did he understand that he, the emperor, was just a pawn for those two powerful players to use in the game.

The cold wind of late autumn blew into the Taihe Hall out of nowhere, and the candle flames in the hall became swaying under the cold wind, and the face of the emperor was also reflected in the dark.

And he remembered that many years earlier, his father had made him crown prince, after that feast.

But the guests in the Taihe Hall of Nuoda were scattered, and his father asked him drunken and hazy at that time.

"Ling'er, if you are the king and the enemy enters the city, what should you do?"

At that time, he was only twenty-five or sixteen, and he was naturally full of enthusiasm and high spirits.

He replied.

"If there really is such a day, the child will definitely lead the remnants of the army to fight the enemy in a decisive battle, and sacrifice the shrine to death. ”

He felt that it was a good answer, one that even his father could not fault at all.

But the emperor at that time shook his head, he played with the wine glass in his hand, squinted his eyes and said: "Do you know that the orphan of the ancestor fell into the hands of the widow, how did the widow treat him?"

He was also extremely young, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned.

He knew that his father could have today's hegemony, in fact, to a large extent, thanks to the orphan of the previous dynasty.

He raised the orphan like a caged goldfinch, and in his name in the name of Kuang Fu Han, he did his own imperial hegemony, and then in the end, he sank the orphan to the bottom of the lake.

The young prince's face became extremely ugly at that time.

But the drunken and hazy emperor laughed, and he said slowly: "If there is really such a day, you will hang the beam, leave the whole corpse, do not be a lonely ghost, and do not become a puppet of others, and live a miserable life." ”

Thinking of this, the man sitting high on the Taihe Hall finally woke up from his memory.

He stretched out his hand and took something out of his bosom tremblingly.

At that time, there was a roll of white silk, and it was obvious that this thing had been on his body for a long time, and now, it was finally time to use him.

Thinking like this, the man slowly stood up from the throne that had made him think about it, trembling and walking down the high platform, throwing his hand white silk, and piercing it on the high keel of the Taihe Temple, he tied another dead knot, and looked back at the dragon chair for the last time, and he seemed to see his father carrying a wine glass, sitting high on it, smiling at him.

"The child obeys the instructions of his father. He whispered, just as he had answered when the emperor had told him the answer.

......

In August of that year, the city of Xijiang was broken, and Guancang was killed in battle.

The next day, Xiahou Ling, who had been on the throne for only two years, hanged himself in the Taihe Palace.

His son Xiahou Ming ascended the throne and succeeded to the throne, and the era name was many.

Posthumously sealed his father's name, You'an.