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Emperor Qing's fists were always so stable and powerful, full of kingly air, easily piercing through all obstacles in front of him, just like what he often did in this life.
In this continent, in the decades of history, there are not many people who survived being hit by Emperor Qing. The old monster Sigujian had a gut-wrenching stomach, and he could only survive with Fei Jie's strange poison. Xian, however, relied on the spell left by Ku He, and with his superb movement of tens of feet in a sweep, beyond Emperor Qing's expectation, he forcibly avoided the terrifying power contained in that fist.
Wu Zhu didn't dodge the punch, and actually withstood the impact of the infinite qi in Emperor Qing's body. His chest was hit and a piece collapsed. However, he didn't just fall down, because if the top realm in the world would be If it is a grand master, if the only loophole of the grand masters is that they still have a mortal body, then Wuzhu obviously does not have this loophole. His body is definitely the strongest among the grand masters.
He just stood up again and approached Emperor Qing again on the wet ground.
He walked in front of Emperor Qing again, the black cloth on his face was motionless, the iron rod in his hand was waving, and there was no sound, because it was so fast, the people who were alive could not see what happened on the stone steps at all, nor could they Can't hear anything.
His Majesty the Emperor did not retreat, a faint gray light flashed in his pupils, his feet stood firmly on the stone steps, just like the infinite arrogance and self-confidence declared on the Hanging Temple, in his life, No matter facing any enemy, he never took half a step back.
He punched again, the fist exuded a faint light like jade, evaporated the moisture in the air in an instant, and blasted straight to Wu Zhu's abdomen.
But at this moment, Wuzhu's iron rod was like a ray of clear light cast from the sky, unstoppable, and hit Emperor Qing's left shoulder fiercely with such a wonderful way.
Powerhouses who have reached their level have long since cast aside their external pretense and skills in the final battle of each other's lives. Touch, just like the sentence in the Su Quotations written by Gen Chen, the grand master of Ku He: Take off your clothes and go!
The duel between two peerless powerhouses is just the simplest performance art indifferently, without all appearances, just naked, like primitive people, in the snow, by the volcano, in the herd of grassland animals, practicing The most perfect killing skills.
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His Majesty's left shoulder shattered with a crack, and blood gushed from his lips, but his indifferent eyes were only watching Wu Zhu's figure flying farther and farther away.
Wu Zhu was once again hit by that fist, his legs were broken, his body was disabled, his calculation ability was beyond the imagination of the world, and he could no longer be supported by the powerful execution ability of his body, he could not escape Emperor Qing's breakthrough in time and space that fist.
In the light rain that was about to stop, Wu Zhu's body bowed in the air and rushed back. The cold wind blew his clothes and rattled, and with a snap, his feet fell to the ground, on the slippery ground. After gliding backwards for more than ten feet, he barely stopped, but his left leg couldn't stand up, and he almost fell to the ground.
After receiving the punch forcefully, Wu Zhu didn't fall to the ground. It seemed that the situation was better than before. However, His Majesty's face revealed an incomparably confident and powerful light, and Wu Zhu's slightly lowered head seemed to indicate an extremely ominous ending. .
Wu Zhu, who was standing quietly in the pool of blood under the Tai Chi Palace, looked down at his abdomen and remained silent for a long time.
Before His Majesty's fist hit his abdomen, Wuzhu blocked his left hand in his abdomen, so the emperor's fist actually hit his palm, and then hit his abdomen.
Wuzhu's hand was like a piece of cold iron, and his body was also like a cold iron ball, but Emperor Qing's punch was like the hammer of the gods, melting the iron plate into the iron ball. His palm was deeply wedged into his abdomen, as if two pieces of iron were firmly glued together!
The corners of the brows that were not covered by the black cloth frowned slightly, and Wu Zhu pulled his left hand indifferently. He didn't know how much strength he used to pull his hand out from his abdomen, but brought a large area that was no longer there. The bleeding pale flesh, accompanied by the sound of hissing and separation, looked extremely terrifying.
Emperor Qing's first punch hit Wu Zhu's chest, and he didn't block it. The second punch hit him in the abdomen, and he didn't block it. The two different choices represented two completely different levels of damage—the vitals of the temple envoys, it seems that in the eyes of that powerful king, it is no longer a secret , This fact made Wu Zhu a little stunned, and also made those onlookers who were still patient and cold all over began to feel infinite fear!
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With the iron rod propped on the bloody and rainy ground, Wuzhu straightened his left leg that was about to be broken in two with his left hand, and took a step towards the Tai Chi Hall with great difficulty. The cloth shoes almost slipped when they stepped on the hands of a dead body, but there was a crisp sound in Wuzhu's abdomen, it seemed that around that place as the center, a cobweb-like shattering was spreading in his body, tear it apart.
Wuzhu's body began to tremble and tilt, as if it might turn into countless fragments at any time, fall apart, fall to the ground, and collapse into a pile.
However, the iron rod was still tightly held in his hand, supporting his precarious body extremely strongly, allowing him to take another step forward.
His first steps were always so difficult, so slow, accompanied by some extremely dry voices...but he still walked towards the emperor step by step, without hesitation.
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The emperor withdrew his fist, looked at his chest with indifferent and emotionless eyes, as if he wanted to distinguish which rib was smashed by the hard iron rod. He didn't remember how many punches he had thrown, nor how much blood he had spit out. He only remembered that he didn't take a step back, but he didn't advance either. He just stood on the stone steps like a puppet, standing in front of his palace, punching mechanically and repeatedly.
How many times did Lao Wu fall down? How many times did you get up? How many times have I fallen down in my life? How many times did you get up again? Why is the old fifth struggling to get up when he is about to fall down? Doesn't he know that monsters like him will also have a real death day? If Lao Wu is not a dead thing but a living thing, he knows life and death, and is afraid of life and death, then why didn't he show it
Why is it that Lao Wu's movements have obviously slowed down so much, but the hard iron rod in his hand can always hit Zhen's body? Could it be because... I am also old, and I am about to run out of oil and burn out
No, can't, shouldn't. Not reconciled, not resentful, faint sparks ignited in his indifferent eyes, but finally turned into endless exhaustion and boredom.
Is this a shocking battle destined to be recorded in the annals of history, or is it a small drama destined to disappear in the long river of history? But no matter which one, Emperor Qing was a little bored, just like how many years after his father ascended the throne, he was forced to prepare for the Taiping other courtyard with heartache, and a few years later, there would be a bloody night in Kyoto. Dadongshan baited and killed those two old things, Anzhi baited and killed those shameless people who dared to betray me in the capital, and tried to lure the box out a year ago, and now the fifth child has also come.
The endless plots and plots are like the old five falling down and getting up again, repeating and repeating, just like the story from many years ago, so persistently repeating it over and over again, this kind of repetition is really disgusting, tiresome.
But Emperor Qing couldn't be tired, he was unwilling to be tired: I still have a lot of things to do, I haven't defeated the most powerful enemy in front of me, I can't let go.
Slowly wiping away the blood gushing from his lips, His Majesty suddenly felt a little cold in his body. He was seriously injured a year ago and had not recovered well. The couch was covered with the silk quilt that Wan'er brought from Jiangnan...
He likes that warm feeling very much, but he doesn't like the cold feeling now, because this feeling makes him a little weak and a little tired. It seems that with the flow of blood, the temperature and confidence in his body are also passing away.
Looking at the five bamboos that climbed up again, the dilapidated five bamboos, His Majesty's burning eyes suddenly lit up, and his old face appeared extremely thin and haggard with the sudden paleness.
The rain has stopped, and the dark clouds in the sky are turning into white clouds at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming whiter, more beautiful, and brighter. The air in the palace square is filled with the beautiful breath of rain washing the blue sky. At the skyline on the extreme east side of the wall, something beautiful is faintly happening.
The emperor opened his bleary eyes, shook his clothes, and finally flew over the stone steps of the Tai Chi Hall. In this rainless sky, a stream of rain parallel to the south was brought up, leaving countless afterimages in the air.
The blue sky reflected this rain dragon, and there seemed to be humming dragon chants from nowhere in the palace. The five bamboos holding the iron braze were immediately surrounded by this dragon and countless dragon chants. Breaking through the sky, Yushui launched the most powerful attack on Wuzhu in an instant.
Except for these two peerless powerhouses in the field, no one can clearly see what happened in the rain curtain, but the dragon chant has been extinguished, and after a terrifying absolute silence, countless sounds came out continuously, like a string of thunder A series of sounds, like the wind high in the sky, blowing through countless yellow paper lanterns put on by lovers in an instant, crackling...
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Wuzhu finally fell down, under Emperor Qing's domineering fists and fingers like a storm. At this moment, his body suffered countless heavy blows, and he finally sat down at Emperor Qing's feet. In front of him, his pale right hand was spread out to the sky, empty.
At this moment, the silent and noble head also drooped powerlessly, and fell in front of Emperor Qing. Somewhat unwillingly and helplessly, he let go of the iron rod.
He let go of the hand holding the iron rod, but the iron rod did not fall to the ground of the palace, and made a clear sound like a death knell, because the iron rod was inserted into Emperor Qing's belly, trembling slightly!
Blood gushed out from Emperor Qing's abdomen, dripped down the iron drill, dripped on the smooth tip of the iron drill, dripped on the palm of Wuzhu's pale palm, and gradually blossomed along the clear lifeline, forming a gorgeous peach blossom.
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His Majesty the emperor's thin and ruthless lips were slightly parted, and the upper part was slightly dry. His complexion was pale, his eyes were vacant, without any emotion. Pull out the iron rod that penetrates deep into the belly.
He is the most persistent person in the world. When his meridians were all broken back then, the suffering of a disabled person could not weaken his spirit in the slightest, not to mention the pain in his abdomen at this time. He knew that the fifth child was useless, and the faint pride was fleeting, but some were just endless exhaustion, because he found that his lips began to taste some kind of rust.
Fan Xian hadn't appeared yet. This fact made His Majesty a little perplexed. A self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his lips—it seemed that this son's mind was stronger than he had imagined and predicted. Because of his strength, he was cold, cold, He has endured cold-bloodedly until now, watching Wuzhu being beaten into a waste by him, but he still refuses to come out.
His Majesty's heart strangely felt admiration and admiration for this son again. He seemed to feel that the most unworthy son in his life was becoming more and more like himself—as cold-blooded as himself.
He thought that Fan Xian should have come out long ago, when Wu Zhu fell to the ground for the first time, or when Wu Zhu's leg was broken in two, because this was something he had been secretly preparing for... But Fan Xian didn't, So he felt a touch of disappointment and a hint of foreboding.
At this time, the blue sky after the rain is going to come to witness my final failure, is she going to see my failure with the eyes of her own son
Blood gushed from the lips of the mighty king, gushed from his belly, he felt the cold again, and began to remember the soft quilt on the couch, the woman in the royal study, and then firmly held the iron rod with his right hand Above, began to slowly withdraw from the body with a palpitating indifference.
There is an old saying that pain is worst when the blade is drawn from the wound, and this can be applied to life as well as to the current situation.
When His Majesty the Emperor slowly pulled out the iron rod, it was like uncovering the scars that had been hidden in the darkness by his mask all these years. Those scars that he thought had already healed, reminded him of many people and things, and the pain made him pale His face is even whiter, not as white as a normal person.
It seemed that even the king's arm couldn't bear to let him face this kind of pain, so at this moment, in the deserted and clean air, a very strange twist suddenly occurred!
It was a kind of twist and separation of bone and flesh, completely inconsistent with the structure of the human body, and it was bent out at a strange angle... It was somewhat like Wu Zhu's leg.
Blood flowers bloomed under the blue sky, and the flesh and blood of Emperor Qing were separated from his body. His left arm was severed from the elbow joint by a mysterious force. In the air, at the slowest speed, with the blood drops from the broken stubble, spinning, jumping, flying, flying...
Then the crisp gunshots began to echo in the empty and uninhabited main courtyard of the palace, curling up and down, very lonely, as if the flying broken arm was accompanied by sad music.
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Except for the days when the Northern Expedition was defeated by Zhan Qingfeng, the meridians in his body were completely shattered, and he fell into darkness. This moment is definitely the most painful and weakest moment in His Majesty the Emperor's life.
The gunshots that had been silent for decades, and after another year of silence, finally rang out in the palace. After a year of silence, and another morning of silence, Fan Xian's figure finally appeared beside the emperor.
Watching Wuzhu being seriously injured by His Majesty and turning him into a waste, Fan Xian never came out, how could he suppress the urge to be hurt? However, when he appeared, he chose the perfect timing, appeared in the perfect position, and appeared directly beside the emperor!
It only takes a snap of your fingers!
More than 20 years of penance after rebirth, the encouragement between life and death on the meadow, the will not to despair when the snow palace is desperate, the enlightenment under the big green tree, the thought in the snow field, the creation of the vitality of the world, life and death, separation and separation , the collision of weakness and strength, the life of greed for life and hatred of death, the pain of Autumn Rain and Autumn Rain, all merged into a feeling, a kind of aura, erupting from Fan Xian's body.
There was no sword, no arrows, no daggers, no poisonous smoke, no small tricks, no big splitting of the coffin, no arms to follow the path of the sword, no skill to perform all the way, Fan Xian gave up everything, just turned himself into a gust of wind, Gray light, in the shortest moment, forced out all his strength through the palm of his hand, and slashed at the seriously injured and weak body of His Majesty the Emperor!
The majestic and domineering zhenqi did not hesitate to cut the already thick enough meridians in his body, and sent it out violently with a resolute gesture and at a speed beyond his ability.
Countless smoke and dust are cut, brighter than the deserted autumn.
When it was sent to the fingers, the true energy was not released outside, but was stored inside. The sword energy did not flow out of the fingertips, but it was condensed like gold and stone, and pierced fiercely into the shoulder socket of His Majesty the Emperor.
When it reached the palm, the true energy came out violently like the wind from the East Sea, sweeping across the clean face of Yushan Mountain without leaving any debris, and slapped His Majesty's chest heavily.
Chop, finger, palm, cut the past of these years, pointing to a broad road of life and death, the single palm separated the boundary between the monarch and his subjects, father and son!
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Fan Xian had never been so strong in his life, and Emperor Qing had never been so weak in his life. The father and son didn't even have time to look at each other for a moment, and they turned into two shadows in front of the Tai Chi Hall. Countless yellow paper lanterns were torn apart by the strong wind, making non-stop popping, palpitating and tiresome ringing.
Fan Xian's movement speed has been raised to the point where human beings are jaw-dropping at this moment, there is no afterimage left, just a gray shadow, circling the body of His Majesty the Emperor, he has scored dozens, hundreds of blows in an instant!
The rainwater accumulated on the bluestone ground suddenly seemed to be split by water droplets, spreading to both sides, revealing the clean stone bricks in the middle, and on the stone bricks, about half a palm away, the emperor and Fan Xian's figure flew in the air, leaving the position in front of the Tai Chi Hall in an instant, and flew towards the northeast like lightning!
All the way the water splashed and avoided, and the blood sprayed all the way from the air into a line.
With a bang, the bright yellow figure slumped through the palace gate between the walls of the imperial palace, directly shattering the thick palace gate, shaking up sawdust all over the sky.
The wood chips shot out in all directions like powerful arrows, with a series of hissing sounds, they shot through the round stone gate behind the palace gate, aroused a piece of stone chips, and carved deeply into the vermilion palace wall.
It was also these sawdust shooting out from all sides of the bright yellow figure that forced Fan Xian, who was like the wind and shadow of the chasing soul, to slow down and reveal his body in the air.
The bright yellow figure smashed through the palace gate, and then slammed into the large copper water tank in the wall, making a muffled sound, and also appeared.
The hand that was still not stained with blood came out through the air, snapping away a delicate wrist, pulled out the cold metal like lightning, turned the wrist upwards, and pinched it on the soft throat.
It pinched the maid's throat.
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With a puff, His Majesty the Emperor leaned helplessly beside the big copper vat, spat out a mouthful of blood, but there was a faint and strange smile on his pale cheeks, one of his arms was broken, and there were many wounds on his body. There were four or five finger holes and three palm prints, and blood stained the dragon robe on his body, making the golden dragon on the bright yellow clothes look extraordinarily ferocious, but also extraordinarily bleak.
Fan Xian slowly lowered the bridge of his left palm and right fist covering his face, and the sawdust also made his body start to ooze blood from his clothes. He coughed violently, coughing up streaks of blood. The previous blow was already a blow that condensed his life, and he was forced to stop at this moment. It was impossible to show such unpredictable speed, and most of his meridians had been cut. Like countless small knives, scratching in his body, the pain was unbearable.
His Majesty's injury was even more serious, so serious that it seemed that he might disappear from this world at any time. However, there was no trace of joy on Fan Xian's face. After a short cough, his expression returned to calm. He looked at His Majesty the Emperor who was leaning against the copper vat and kept panting, without saying a word.
It's just that his eyes revealed his true emotions, which were very complicated... He looked at the emperor in a daze, and always felt that the scene in front of him was unreal, as unattainable as a snow mountain, icy cold, powerful and indestructible His Majesty the Emperor... There will be times when the mountains and rivers are at the end
When did His Majesty's appearance become so old
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"Your Majesty, you have lost." Fan Xian lowered his head slightly, wiped off the blood stains from his lips with the sleeve of his eunuch's attire, and looked at His Majesty the Emperor with complicated eyes.
What he said was very meaningless. Emperor Qing had at least a dozen wounds on his body, especially the wound on his left arm and the wound on his abdomen, which kept gushing blood.
Just like what His Majesty the Emperor said to Wu Zhu earlier, there are no gods in this world, Wu Zhu is not, and neither is he. The betrayals, assassinations, and injuries suffered in this year have continued to this time, and today he fought against Wu Zhu, was severely sniped, and was ambushed by Fan Xian who faintly broke through the realm. Even the most powerful man in the world The king has also reached the last moment.
Then His Majesty still had a mocking and indifferent smile on his face, and his three fingers were still lightly placed on the throat of the maid, who held a gun in her hand.
His Majesty the Emperor glanced at Fan Xian, but ignored his words. Instead, with a hoarse voice, coughing up blood, he looked at Fan Ruoruo beside him with a gentle look, and after looking calmly for a long time, he said, "I I have said that it is not easy to be a good emperor... First of all, you have to give up some unnecessary emotions, let alone soften your heart... Ruoruo, if your heart softens today, this is a fatal mistake."
The Miss Fan family, who was dressed as a court lady, still had a calm expression on her face, but her slightly frowning brows showed that her heart was not as calm as her appearance.
Since last autumn, she has been accepted into the imperial palace by His Majesty, and has been accompanying the lonely king in the imperial study. Day after day, she has seen too many thin figures reviewing memorials under the oil lamp , heard too many coughing sounds from the sick bed, and saw too many frowning brows of this thin old man, gradually...
On the snowy day on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, she was on the building of picking stars, looking at the bright yellow figure in the distance through the glass, she always felt that it was unreal, so her fingers did not tremble in the slightest. But today, through the gap of the palace gate, looking at the face of the emperor who was getting old and very familiar, for some reason, she chose to aim at His Majesty's arm instead of the fatal vital part.
His Majesty the Emperor was right. At that moment, Fan Ruoruo's heart softened a little.
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"Girls are extroverted. Girl Chen has been trying to soften my heart all year. I don't care. You like An Zhi, a scoundrel, and I know it. It's just that you girls have never thought about what is going on this year. Have you softened me, or have you been softened by me?"
The emperor spoke calmly and indifferently. He didn't summon the eunuchs who were exiled to the harem by him, and he didn't stop the bleeding. It seemed that he didn't care about the blood flowing out of his body at all, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
Fan Ruoruo's body trembled slightly. Fan Xian squinted his eyes slightly, looking at His Majesty the Emperor, who was familiar yet extremely unfamiliar, and had an extremely complicated relationship with him, he didn't know what kind of horror arose in his mind. He admired His Majesty's will and plans to the extreme, and he was as critical as before. At this moment, the emperor seemed to be defeated under his desperate fight, but in fact he still chose the best route, broke through the palace gate, found the gunman, and controlled her.
Fan Xian pressed his thin lips tightly, and suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "Your Majesty, don't try to threaten me with her life."
"Will you accept my threat?" the emperor slowly turned his head, allowing the blood to stain his dragon robe, and asked in a mocking tone.
Fan Xian was silent for a moment, shook his head, looked at Fan Ruoruo and said in a rustling voice, "If you die, I will accompany you."
Fan Ruoruo's face paled, and after a moment of silence, he said, "My sister is not really afraid of death."
"Getting rid of the fear of life and death, is it a great thing?" The emperor stared into Fan Xian's eyes, and suddenly hissed and chuckled, "Your face looks like your mother, but your lips look a little like mine, extremely thin. Ruthless, it really is true."
A moment later, His Majesty the Emperor suddenly said with an indifferent face, "I have never been defeated in this life."
For some reason, after Fan Xian was reborn, he always had a calmness and even a ruthlessness that ordinary people could not match. However, at such a tense moment, when he heard His Majesty's words, a trace of sourness gushed out from the depths of his heart. Kong, with a hint of anger, shouted at His Majesty the Emperor with a cold voice: "Enough!"
The emperor quietly looked into the son's eyes, looked at his handsome face slightly distorted by anger, and suddenly smiled coldly, as if laughing at the other party's gaffe, the other party's fear, and the trace of not knowing where to go. Here comes the weird rage.
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In the empty palace, apart from the remaining rainwater on the ground and the countless flesh and blood of corpses, there were only four people who could still stand. Fan Xian stood beside Uncle Wu Zhu, staring indifferently at the bright yellow figure not far away. He didn't know what he was thinking about. He was indeed afraid, but that kind of anger was definitely not born of fear, but Born of another sense of sadness.
From there to here, the distance is extremely short, Fan Xian seems to have a chance to make a move, but His Majesty is within three feet of Fan Ruoruo, no one dares to take such an adventure in front of a great master, even though Fan Ruoruo's hand He was still carrying the heavy sniper, although anyone could see that His Majesty the Emperor was exhausted and dying.
"I have never been defeated in this life." His Majesty the Emperor looked at his son in front of him and Wu Zhu in front of him, slowly raised his sleeve to wipe off the blood from the corner of his lips, and said indifferently: "I just feel, it seems that I... gone."
Failure and death are two concepts, failure is victory or defeat, but life and death often belong to destiny. A king's failure must lead to his death, but a king's death is not necessarily due to his failure.
Today's Emperor Qing may have been surrounded by the breath of death, but he did not fail, because today's death was actually doomed a long time ago.
There is no real kingly way in the world. The body of His Majesty the Emperor has been disturbed by the violent qi all these years, and he cannot rest in peace, and many reasons in the past year have made these zhenqi find a way to hurt him in the body. It destroys his vitality drastically and accelerates his aging process. However, His Majesty the Emperor looked at Fan Xian indifferently with his slightly sunken eyes, and did not lightly tell the truth that was bound to shock the other party infinitely.
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"Even if I die, I will kill you, a traitor." His Majesty the Emperor coughed twice, causing him to bend slightly, with a hint of unwillingness in his cough, "Li's country is destined to be unified in the universe, as long as you After death, no matter which of my two sons becomes the throne, the world in the future will still be the world of Daqing."
The raging flames of war in the city of Nanjing were just the flames that forced Fan Xian to show up. Otherwise, if Fan Xianruo returned from the temple and disappeared into the world, where would Emperor Qing go to find him? However, Fan Xian did not die, and the great achievements of Nanqing for thousands of years could not be presented. Even if Emperor Qing knew that his body would decline, how could he be safe
Today's situation is just that the king wants to kill his ministers, and the father wants to kill his son. However, who would have expected that the situation in the palace has changed. In the lonely palace, His Majesty the Emperor is facing all the hostility.
At this moment, His Majesty the Emperor felt a little tired. He looked at Fan Xian quietly, and suddenly realized that the killing intent towards this son in his heart was not as strong as he imagined. Why? Perhaps the source of the king's murderous intent was only Fan Xian's anger caused by his betrayal, rather than for the sake of Qing Kingdom's future generations
A king without meridians, a heartless and righteous person, once angry because of disappointment, once emotional, is nothing more than a mortal.
His Majesty the Emperor suddenly felt that if he died like this, he would be very lonely. Those relatives under Huang Quan, Cheng Qian, Cheng Ze, the Queen, how indifferent would they look at him? Is the queen mother safe in the underworld? Does the soul of that woman after death still look at herself with that kind of seemingly gentle, but actually extremely alienated eyes
A sense of loneliness and loneliness occupied the old emperor's body. He suddenly realized that in the final battle of his life, he was still facing her gun, her servant, her...and his son.
It turned out that after tossing all his life, he was still fighting her in the end. Thinking of this, a sad smile appeared on His Majesty's face. Could it be that I was destined to be defeated by her
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Ming Huang's figure vibrated slightly, and the gun in Fan Ruoruo's hand was caught in the air by his intact hand. With a slight force on his knuckles, the domineering true energy in the king's body burst out like rivers and lakes, and there was a soft sound. After that, the barrel of the gun was actually bent!
His majesty was so angry that his injury became more and more serious, but he just squinted his eyes and looked coldly at the scrap metal thrown under his feet, as if he was looking at the woman, without saying a word for a long time.
"It would be great if Lao Wu never set foot in the human world again." His Majesty lowered his head, sighed softly, and slowly raised his head, looking at Ji sitting on the ground, leaning against Fan Xian's legs Wu Zhu shook his head with great difficulty.
"Uncle can't remember many things."
"However, what happened happened after all. One day he will remember what happened back then and know something. He...will always come to kill me." The pale emperor stared blankly, speechless, like a Wu Zhu, who was like a child, tried to stand up but couldn't stand up, suddenly said: "Old Wu, you forgot something again, really... bliss."
When a powerful character starts to be so nagging, does it mean he's really getting old? Or is it a flashback? Fan Xian stared blankly at the emperor who had lost his arm, and suddenly felt a emptiness and convulsions in his chest. He always felt that what happened today was too weird, and it didn't seem real at all.
The emperor's sunken eyes gradually faded, and he looked at Fan Xian and said softly, "It wasn't you, after all, it was your mother who won."
He looked at Fan Xian mockingly, without a hint of depression, but rather like the extremely powerful king a few years ago, he said mockingly: "The little emperor of the Zhan family belongs to you... What kind of temperament is the third child?" You also know that no matter what you do in the future, the world will always belong to Li."
"You once said that even if there is a flood after your death, I have to think about it." The emperor looked at Fan Xian, and the smile on his lips became wider and fuller, and it became more and more mocking: "Your mother just tried to Changing the course of history, but you want to stop the course of history, what an arrogant and naive idea."
After being silent for a long time, Fan Xian suddenly said, "Actually, you or I are just inconspicuous splashes in history."
"No, there will be a page for me in the history books." A cold and proud light flashed in the emperor's pupils.
Fan Xian didn't say anything more. He only realized at this moment that he still underestimated the emperor. It turned out that there was no way to hide from him what he had said and done on weekdays. Even the red bean rice from Beiqi, He also knows...
At this moment, there was a pool of blood in the arena, Fan Xian didn't move, and he didn't dare to move, because his sister was under His Majesty's control, he didn't even know how to solve the current situation, and he didn't know whether His Majesty's current weakness was an illusion, It is still a dying person who really sees through certain things.
Fan Xian has an innate respect for the emperor Lao Tzu, even at this time, he still does. He wonders if the forbidden army outside the palace will break through the backhand he left in advance and force open the palace gate again. He didn't know what happened to Yingying and Ye Zhong, and he didn't know why Eunuch Yao never showed up.
What chilled him the most was whether His Majesty's counterattack before he died would allow Uncle Wu Zhu, his sister, and himself to accompany him to the funeral—until now, he still believed that the emperor Lao Tzu had such strength.
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His Majesty the Emperor raised his head with difficulty, squinted his eyes slightly, looked at the blue sky to the east of the sky through the palace wall, and seemed to realize that there might be something wonderful happening there.
He looked at the sky, but the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes trembled slightly, as if he had thought of something, his right hand protruding from the dragon's sleeve was slightly bent, as if he wanted to hold something. The light in his eyes gradually condensed from the radiance, as if he wanted to see something clearly, and countless pictures flashed in his mind, as if he wanted to remember something.
No one knew his physical condition better than Emperor Qing himself. Perhaps since the snowy day on the eighth day of the lunar new year, he had foreseen that his day would come. This was not a debt repayment, but fate. However, why did he still have such a strong unwillingness in his heart that he frowned so much that it was like a question, and he kept asking questions to the blue sky that was washed by the rain and was exceptionally clean.
When he was young, he endured Qu Zhen in the dilapidated palace. When he was young, he traveled the world with his friends and increased his knowledge. When he was a man, he rode horses on the white mountains, black waters, and sunset grasslands. A bigger country is intended for generations to come, a career that will not live in the world, and a name in history.
However, all of this has to stop here, how can you be willing? I still have a lot of things to do...
If Emperor Qing knew that these characters who are in the river of others' growth, such as Ye Qingmei, Wu Zhu, and Fan Xian, are not actually from this world, would they be born, it is not a crime of war? sigh
He was just thinking.
If there is no woman, there will be no fifth child who followed her into the world, and there will be no Anzhi, maybe there will be no internal treasury, and there will not be many things, but can't I conquer this country by myself
No, I can do the same, at worst, it will be later, so what if there is no nameless technique? Things like the Grand Master who dare to contend with me should not exist, should they
It's just... If there is no If, if there is no Ye Qingmei, maybe I will not have that period of... truly happy days in my life
The emperor frowned, forgetting the passing of life in his body, and just fell into this question. Fan Xian had mentioned this question in the small building back then, but it wasn't until this time that His Majesty the Emperor really asked himself the question. , perhaps because in the past few decades, he has never dared to ask himself this question.
He withdrew his gaze and returned to calm. The dying king still possessed supreme power and determination. He looked at Fan Xian and Wu Zhu indifferently in front of him, as if he might use the last brilliance of his life to burn each other's life at any time.
There was a long silence.
Fan Xian wiped the blood off his lips again, watching His Majesty's every movement nervously, but even he didn't realize that not only did his thin lips resemble the emperor, even this movement of wiping blood also resembled the Emperor's. Extremely opposite party.
His Majesty the Emperor suddenly smiled, and the corners of his lips curled up strangely, then gradually withdrew his smile, and said indifferently: "I know what is in the box today, but there is one thing I am very curious about in this life."
He narrowed his eyes slightly at Wu Zhu, and said word by word: "I really want to know what is hidden behind this black cloth."
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The most powerful king in the world, the last target in the world, chose Wuzhu instead of Fan Xian, maybe because Fan Xian was his flesh and blood, or maybe because he thought Wuzhu, a temple that bored him The messenger is really necessary, perhaps because Emperor Qing has always believed that the affairs of the world should always be resolved by the people in the world, and gods like **** should not be allowed to intervene.
Maybe it was just because Emperor Qing realized at the last moment that some of Fan Xian's descriptive actions were really similar to his own. In short, his lightning-like hand split the air and attacked Wu Zhu's face. Let Fan Xian go.
Fan Xian survived. In front of His Majesty's final blow, his hands were shaken away like fallen leaves. He couldn't stop him at all. He could only watch His Majesty's palm, mixed with the last breath of his life. Infuriating, he brushed fiercely on Wu Zhu's face.
With a flick of Emperor Qing, Wuzhu's cervical spine suddenly folded, and he leaned backwards. The black cloth fell, and time... seemed to freeze at this moment.
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The black cloth floated down slowly in the breeze.
There was a black cloth covering the glass windows of the Overwatch Council to hide the glare of the imperial palace. There is a black cloth covering Wuzhu's eyes to cover the sky.
I don't know how many years this piece of black cloth has been covered, and it seems that there will never be a day when it will be untied. It has been like this for hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of years.
Today the black cloth fell down, and under the black cloth was... a rainbow.
A rainbow gushes out from between the brows of Wuzhu's delicate youth, and gushes out from that pair of clear, smart and bewildered eyes, instantly lighting up the square in the palace, and piercing through that bright yellow figure!
The rainbow penetrated Emperor Qing's body, brightening his unbelievable face, and then hit the hall of Taiji Hall heavily, turning into a fire dragon, and instantly ignited the entire palace!
Just for a moment, His Majesty's face suddenly turned into a calm one. In the fire, he proudly straightened his body. Although he only had one arm, he stood upright. The moment before he left, his mind floated A thought of disdain - so it is, but it is, it is still the same.
The most powerful person in the world, even at the moment of death, still left behind an extremely tyrannical back. In this warm rainbow, this figure looks extraordinarily cold, silent, desolate, lonely, but unusually...proud.
Ashes were flying all over the sky, gradually falling down, like the debris of firecrackers used to commemorate the impermanence of the world, spread in the pool of blood in the square in front of the palace.
At the same time, the eastern sky beyond the palace wall, the place where it was always thought that something good would happen, finally showed a rainbow after the rain, overlooking the whole world.
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At night, the raging Tai Chi Hall fire had been extinguished. Fortunately, the ground was wet today, otherwise the fire would have burned the entire Nanqing Palace into ruins.
The closed main gate of the imperial city was forcibly broken through by the imperial army shortly after the rainbow vision appeared. No one could conceal the news that His Majesty the Emperor was assassinated and died. The people still can't find His Majesty's remains.
The one who assassinated His Majesty was not an assassin from the Northern Qi Dynasty, but the most heinous rebel and villain in the history of Nanqing, Fan Xian. The imperial court confirmed the news immediately. If it wasn't for Grand Master Hu and Ye Zhong, who was seriously injured but not dead, forcibly suppressing the grief and indignation in the entire capital, perhaps on this night, the Fan Mansion and the Duke Many houses in the alley have been burnt down, and the people inside have no reason.
Apart from Hu Dashi and Ye Zhong, the one who really controlled the situation was the third prince Li Chengping who was in danger and boarded the dragon chair. Under the strong control of the Nanqing Emperor, the situation in Kyoto was not stable. out of control.
Of course, no one knows exactly what role the old Overwatch Council and some hidden and dark forces played during this period.
But at this time, Fan Xian, who was wanted again by the imperial court and whose reward was astonishingly high, unexpectedly appeared in a place that absolutely no one could have imagined.
He was still in the palace, under the cover of the night, he withdrew his gaze towards the Tai Chi Hall, and walked in a small building that was more deserted than the Leng Palace. The Taiji Hall has been burned down, and the small building has been burned to ashes on the ground. He walked in the knee-high grass, lowered his head slightly, not knowing what he was here for, or that he just wanted to come. Ye Qingmei told about everything that happened today
Fan Xian's pupils shrunk slightly, looking at the person who appeared next to the ruins of the small building, he tilted his head slightly, as if he hadn't expected it.
The person who appeared was Eunuch Yao. He walked up to Fan Xian expressionlessly, handed over a small box, and whispered in a rustling voice, "This is left for you by His Majesty."
Fan Xian took the box blankly, looked at Eunuch Yao who disappeared into the night, and was not worried that the other party would call in experts to attack him. There is a world outside the palace, and a world inside the palace. In this world inside the palace, Presumably no one would want to be unfavorable to him at this time, even if someone wanted to, it would not be at this moment.
What did His Majesty leave for himself? Why stay? Did he know in advance that he would not be able to pass today's test? Fan Xian stared blankly at the box in his hand, and only then did he understand why Eunuch Yao had not been by His Majesty's side before, and it turned out that His Majesty entrusted him with a very strange task.
Opening the box, there was a square of white silk and a thin letter in the box. Fan Xian's body was slightly stiff, and he recognized what it was immediately.
This was one of the three things he saw under the empress dowager's phoenix bed when he visited the palace at night. He had already copied one of the keys and successfully opened the box. The white silk and this letter are two other things.
When the Eldest Princess rebelled in Kyoto four years ago, Fan Xian tried to find these two things again, but found that they were no longer in the Hanguang Palace. Thinking about it now, His Majesty must have put them somewhere else.
His Majesty knew later that the key was in his hands, so he just kept the letter and the white silk for himself.
Fan Xian gently rubbed the surface of the white silk with his fingertips, collected himself, opened the unsealed envelope, and looked at it carefully. His brows gradually frowned, and then relaxed.
This is a letter Ye Qingmei wrote to Emperor Qing back then. From the contents of the letter, he knew what the white silk was. After Mei received the order in Taiping Bieyuan, she directly sent the white silk back to the palace intact, and sent it to the Empress Dowager's bed.
Presumably only Uncle Wu Zhu could do this, and the Queen Mother must have been terribly frightened that day, so she kept this white silk to deepen her hatred for Ye Qingmei, a witch
However, apart from telling this incident in a playful tone to express her strong dissatisfaction, Ye Qingmei's letter has no other noteworthy content. How about a brothel, coupled with those clumsy and blunt handwriting, it is really unbearable to see.
Fortunately, there are only two thin pages. Fan Xian couldn't understand more and more why the Emperor Lao Tzu cherished this letter so much, and even kept it for himself in the end? Could it be that I thought wrong before, whether it is the white silk, the key, or this letter, it is actually hidden by His Majesty in the Hanguang Palace, not the Queen Mother
He shook his head, no longer thinking about these questions that were destined to be lost in memory, and no one knew the answer, but then he noticed the handwriting on the back of the second letter.
These handwritings are strong and powerful, but they control the emotions, and they are written in an exceptionally neutral and orderly manner. It is obvious that they are His Majesty's handwriting.
Fan Xian looked at it carefully. After reading it for a long time, he sighed softly and clenched his hands. Subconsciously, he wanted to destroy the letter, but then he carefully stuffed the letter back into the envelope and put it in his arms. Keep it.
"I'm not wrong."
These are the last few words Emperor Qing left on the back of the letter paper. It seems to be an extremely powerful and proud declaration. However, the declaration to a dead woman on the letter paper can only be a faint self-question.
However, no one can answer this question, except history, no, even those conclusive history books, I am afraid that they will not be able to judge the merits and demerits of His Majesty the Emperor in this life.
From Ye Qingmei to Chen Pingping, he has only hatred for His Majesty the Emperor, but the relationship between him and the Emperor Lao Tzu is not as simple as blood relationship. His inner soul may not recognize blood relationship, but cannot get rid of it. In the past of these years, this emotion is so complicated that it cannot be expressed in words.
His Majesty the Emperor is dead, and Fan Xian still feels numb and cold from body to heart up to this moment. He can't believe this fact. He always thinks that man is the most powerful and most impossible person in the world, so why did he die? Woolen cloth? He seemed a little relieved, but he didn't feel the joy after revenge. He seemed a little sad, but he couldn't cry. He was just numb, standing numb in the cold wind.
It can be seen from the letter that there is really no real way of kingship in the world. It turns out that the emperor’s body has failed in the past year. It turns out that even as Ye Qingmei said, letting everyone become their own king is not the way of kingship... Fan Xian and Not even the beliefs he clings to.
——Just like what he said to His Majesty the Emperor on that snowy night, all he wanted was peace of mind and the settlement of personal grievances. It did not involve the big proposition of whether it was correct or not. You must know that human beings are not a species that pursues correctness. Correctness is not justice, because justice always has a position.
He suddenly thought of Ye Qingmei's memorial letters that Prince Jing treasured, and thought that Ye Qingmei's letters to the emperor were always talking about the world and people's livelihood, and there was really only one letter in such an ordinary tone as today. Perhaps it is for this reason that His Majesty the Emperor cherishes it so much
Thinking of this, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his lips. His Majesty the Emperor and Ye Qingmei are undoubtedly the first-class romantic figures in the world. What a happy thing. Meeting a woman like Ye Qingmei is not a pain for His Majesty, but it is even more indescribably sad for Ye Qingmei to meet Emperor Qing.
Fan Xian stood in the night palace somewhat numbly, among the long grass, staring at the remains of the small building in a daze. Until now, he still didn't know where Ye Qingmei was buried. What his father Fan Jian said back then, is now I know, that's just a comfort. The woman in the yellow shirt in the portrait in the small building has been turned into ashes and gone with the wind, and His Majesty the Emperor has also been turned into ashes and gone with the wind. Maybe in a corner between heaven and earth, they will touch together again
Standing quietly for a long time, he took advantage of the cover of the night to walk in the direction of the Tai Chi Hall, ready to leave the palace, saw the lights of the palace in the dark, heard the slightly green voice in the imperial study, saw those faces The newly promoted minister who was mourning, but actually thoughtful, couldn't help but feel something. (, If you want to know what happens next, please log in, there are more chapters, support the author, support the original!)