What Emperor Yingping wanted was the entire country of Rong, not an empty shell.
How did Emperor Rong do it, and he actually deceived all the people.
Now it is the time of Emperor Rong, if he really dares to attack the Rong Dynasty, I am afraid that those people can really fight to the death and die for their majesty.
As the saying goes, underdogs must win, his great Zhao is going to be promoted to the dynasty, and he cannot make unnecessary sacrifices at this time.
That's all, let them linger on for a while longer.
When the momentum is over and the new emperor ascends the throne, he will reconcile the total account together.
In the imperial capital, the civil and military officials have all knelt on the ground.
They looked up at the emperor with strong sword intent on the dragon chair.
Those who can kneel here are those who have been with the emperor for thousands of years.
They worked hard to run a great cause, poured their lives and ambitions into the emperor, and could no longer be separated.
But now, the emperor who carried all of them is about to fall, which makes it difficult for them to accept.
The emperor seemed to be extremely tired, and his eyes that looked like the stars in the winter were also dull.
He opened his mouth softly, and Binghan's voice was the same as before: "After Zhen collapses, the crown princess Ya will succeed him."
"No." Everyone nodded deeply.
"The third son of the Taiwei is named the Marquis of Zhenwu, and chooses a day to marry the crown princess." The emperor said in a single word, "My will, the crown prince's will prevail."
"The ministers are waiting for the order." All the ministers fell to the ground, grief-stricken.
The emperor didn't look at them, he stood up with his sword clenched, his eyes seemed to look through the obstacles to the country he governed, and to the people who sincerely treated him.
"In the end, what I am most worried about is treating my people with sincerity." There were warm and simple smiles flashing in the eyes of the emperor's cold stars.
He tentatively responded to his people, raised the corners of his mouth unskilledly, revealing a smile that seemed stiff because he rarely smiled. The arc was learned from Rong Xian, it looked warm and comfortable, and it was worth cherishing by all the people of Rong country. .
'Boom' loudly, the pillar collapsed!
After all, the emperor closed his eyes that always exuded arrogance and purity. He stood in front of the dragon chair, and even death could not make him bow down.
In the end, on the high and cold and lonely nine-layered steps, the only thing the emperor held in his hand was the sword that he never left.
From the time he was seriously injured, it was the people of Rongguo who supported him until now.
Until his death, the people he could not rest assured were the people of Rongguo.
His swordsmanship is the foundation of humanity, he said that he is a swordsman, then the whole country of Rong is his sword.
The Luck Golden Dragon wailed miserably, like reluctance and grief.
The karma created by the emperor over the years has already committed murder, and now that he has died, he will respond to the calamity with his body.
Under the devouring of the endless karma, even the only real spirit is about to be lost.
If the true spirit dissipates, there will be no chance of reincarnation. It can be said that the body and spirit are destroyed.
At this moment, in the sea of clouds of fortune, the thousand-zhang golden dragon who was mourning slowly raised its dragon head, and the extremely deep dragon roar was full of pain.
The golden dragon let out a whimper and waved its tail across the dark and cold killing karma.
When the dragon tail is close to those karma, it blooms with a scorching golden light.
The luck of the golden dragon passed away quickly, and the karma canceled each other out, and finally kept the emperor's true spirit indestructible despite all the difficulties.
Jinlong swallowed the true spirit in one gulp, a touch of sadness appeared in his smart eyes, and his overbearing body suddenly gathered and scattered.
It plunged into the sea of luck clouds, and after rolling and roaring, the lost luck was replenished.
Every scale on Jinlong's body is full of boundless domineering and sternness, which is very incompatible with the scream, but the entire Rong Dynasty can feel the heart-piercing sadness.
thump…
thump…
thump…
The sound of the death knell of the Taimiao spread throughout every inch of the land in Buzhou, northern Xinjiang.
The saint falls, and the death knell tolls ten.
Yasheng fell, and the death knell tolled nine times.
The emperor falls, and the death knell tolls seven.
The death knell sounded, and the dull voice centered on the dynasty spread in all directions.
Everyone who knows should not know that the emperor in the sword, who is peerless and stunning, is sleeping forever.
The whole country of Rong is full of succulents.
The wind was cold, and the snow was fluttering down, and it seemed that the heavens were also mourning.
In the Eastern Jin Dynasty, the empress threw her beloved chessboard and stopped the court for three days.
Bei Zhao, Fu Yuhuang, who was on his way, fell to the ground.
She looked in the direction of Ganjing from a distance and murmured: "The person I want to invite to drink the most is really never going to be able to invite him."
She drew out her long sword and danced the emperor's sword over and over again.
One move and one style, fierce and powerful, beautiful and poignant.
The sword fell, and the ground was cold.
She picked up the wine gourd, took a sip of wine, and laughed loudly: "Wangyou forgets worry, what a joke."
She threw her sleeves away, and hit the long sword with energy, and the long sword flew into the air.
Fu Yuhuang turned over and stood on top of the long sword, heading towards the extreme north like lightning.
In Bin County, the voices of countless people crying and mourning resounded in their ears.
"Doctor Rong, are you sad?" Elder Wu's voice brought Rong Xian back to his senses.
After the soul in the depths of consciousness disappears, all consciousness returns to the body.
Rong Xian quickly pulled out the silver needle with both hands, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly: "Why does the old man ask this?"
Wu Lao felt that the dark wounds that had been tossing him for a hundred years in his body seemed to be quickly healed by a big hand, and the dry meridians and lungs seemed to flow into the vigorous spring water, giving them a new look.
Wu Lao was very happy. He had never been so happy as he is now.
He winked mischievously like an urchin, and said, "Your expression is so sad, you must be very sad."
He pointed to the crying people around him and said, "They are all crying, you are not crying, but you are also sad."
"Is it so obvious?" The smile on the corner of Rong Xian's mouth closed, a feeling of grief and powerlessness flooded into her heart, and a layer of water mist floated in those clear eyes that seemed to be like a liquan, shallow, like a water town Mist under the drizzle.
"Teacher?" Rong Yu, who was holding a fan to cook medicine for the patient, looked at Rong Xian worriedly.
Rong Xian lowered her eyes, but the sad aura on her body was very obvious.
Rong Xian slowly put the silver needle back into the medicine box, her eyebrows were filled with natural melancholy, and her tone was also faintly mourning: "The person who is very important to me is gone, no matter how good my medical skills are, I can't save it. he."
Her eyebrows are picturesque, her phoenix eyes are as clear as waves, and her eyes seem to be carrying the cleanest and most beautiful scenery in the world, but the beautiful scenery is now lightly raining, adding a bit of sadness: " I'll never see him again."
She sighed: "Humanity is vicissitudes. Those who want to stay can't keep it, and those who want to leave are afraid to leave."
Wuwu is the one who wants to go and doesn't dare to go. He is afraid that he won't be able to see Cousin Jing if he dies, so he can only sink into memory day by day.
Rong Yu listened to her words, and his heart was full of pity. He and the sword emperor who had been legendary in Xiaoqianjie for thousands of years, the amazing and powerful emperor in Zhongqianjie had never met, never met. That person's peerless elegance, in a blink of an eye, has become an eternal farewell.
Everything was so sudden.
Mr. Wu: They cried sadly, but you didn’t cry, but even more sad ε=(ο｀*))) alas
(End of this chapter)