"The imperial court imposed harsh policies and heavy taxes, and the people suffered terribly. Whenever there was a natural disaster, there would be famine, and nine out of ten houses in the small city would be empty."
"There are also human disasters all over the land, and strange people are rampant in the downtown area, openly fighting each other, causing many deaths and injuries to the people, but the laws of Da Yan cannot charge them with crimes."
"Today, Kyushu has been plagued by internal and external troubles, and the people are full of resentment."
"Since Your Majesty has taken the overall situation seriously and is concerned about the lives of the people, I ask Your Majesty to die for your country today to resolve the people's grievances." When Hai Wuya said this, he glanced at Yan Shenji who was listening quietly, and then said:
"If the court changes its ruler... even if it can't turn the tide, I think it won't be any worse."
"In this way, the people's grievances can be resolved, and the Great Yan Dynasty may be able to continue its prosperity." Hai Wuya looked directly into Emperor Yonghe's eyes and asked word by word:
"I wonder if Your Majesty is willing to sacrifice his life for his country?"
Emperor Yonghe opened his mouth but no words came out.
This is a question that Hai Wuya asked using his logic and based on the overall situation.
Emperor Yonghe felt a little panic in his heart, because when faced with Hai Wuya's question, his response from the bottom of his heart was actually...
He really doesn't want to die.
I don't want to be branded as a tyrant and die in this throne room.
There is great terror between life and death!
Emperor Yonghe trembled his lips and was unable to answer.
If he answered truthfully, it would mean that the logic of his self-justification had collapsed.
If he is really, as he claims, an emperor who dares to bear the infamy for all eternity and has a far-sighted vision, then he should die in this Golden Palace today, because this is also what he calls a "necessary sacrifice."
"I... can't die yet." Emperor Yonghe finally turned his gaze to Yan Shenji, his tone somewhat anxious:
"Grandfather, I just don't want to be the last emperor."
Yan Shenji didn't say anything, just sighed slightly.
Through the questions and answers just now, he also saw clearly what his descendant looked like, which made him unable to help but recall once again the events of three hundred years ago when he was fighting for the world.
The figure of Emperor Yonghe in front of him gradually overlapped with the figure of the emperor of the Zhou Dynasty three hundred years ago.
"It's a pity that the blood of heroes in the past has brought us the old world today."
Yan Shen Ji sighed, his expression turned cold, and he said calmly:
"Don't listen to what he says, watch what he does... Qiao Shuangzhao has a sharp eye, and he really predicted it."
"Don't worry, you won't be the last emperor. After you die, there will be a new emperor."
"Every choice has a price. Every sip and every bite has its fate. Now it's time for you to pay the price for your previous mistakes."
Although he is old, he is by no means a soft-hearted person.
The Yanshen Machine is the stabilizing force of the Great Yan royal family, but it is not the stabilizing force that can protect the safety of Emperor Yonghe alone.
Emperor Yonghe's eyes gradually widened, his pupils trembled, and he looked frightened.
Around him, more than two hundred white-haired old soldiers gathered around him and surrounded him in the Golden Palace.
In front of the Golden Palace, thousands of defeated Feiyu Guards, Imperial Guards and others watched this scene from afar.
Until now.
Emperor Yonghe was deserted by his friends and relatives.
The soldiers of Dayan, who had defended the city for forty years, now raised their butcher knives against him, the emperor.
The founding emperor Yan Shenji also gave up on him and personally declared to him that he had turned the Great Yan Dynasty back into the old world of three hundred years ago.
Even in his heart, he no longer had any firm beliefs to support him.
The excuses Emperor Yonghe used to justify himself collapsed. He no longer had the calmness he had before, and was left with only the fear of death.
"Today, Your Majesty, please sacrifice your life for your country!"
"Your Majesty, please go and see the 100,000 heroes who died in the desert!"
"For the sake of the greater good, Your Majesty, please die!"
Hai Siyuan raised his arm and called out, and more than 200 white-haired veterans rushed forward.
One knife, two knives... .
Sharp knives pierced through Emperor Yonghe's body, and blood gushed out of his body.
This Golden Palace is where he holds court every day. Today, as usual, the palace is packed with people everywhere.
But he was a lonely man, deserted by everyone and felt completely hopeless.
The body of Emperor Yonghe fell in a pool of blood, and he gradually lost his breath, dying at the hands of the white-haired soldiers.
Chapter 275 Three Hundred Years (4k
Close your eyes, open them.
In the dream again.
At this moment, Qiao Mu was still in the Golden Palace, but the palace was empty, with no one else in it except him.
"I died again."
"This time, he was killed by Great Yan Taizu."
Qiao Mu took a deep breath and was a little hesitant to read the death review. He was afraid that this time the matter would become too serious and he would go to jail for too long.
Qiao Mu wants to die, but Qiao Mu doesn't want to die.
Qiao Mu wants to become stronger, but Qiao Mu doesn't want to practice martial arts.
Humans are such contradictory creatures.
"This wave should start from a hundred years ago..." Just like checking the results after the college entrance examination, Qiao Mu was very nervous.
What finally made him decide not to hesitate anymore was the crisp sound of metal breaking.
Look up.
Under the gloomy night, it seemed as if a phantom of a golden chain shattered, turned into golden light, and disappeared between heaven and earth.
"Another chain of the Immortality Lock has broken... This is the third one. According to the previous pattern, it seems that this time it will take more than sixty years."
Qiao Mu's mind moved, and the Immortality Lock sank into the sea of his heart. Sure enough, he saw that under the lock body of the Immortality Lock, only the last two chains were left, swaying gently.
This death rating: S (Assassination of the Emperor, the end of Yonghe)
Lifespan lost upon death: 300 (30*10) years
Remaining resurrections this week: 1/5
Current age: 375
Qi and blood: 65%
Skills: Slightly
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Three hundred years.
In troubled times, most civilians do not live beyond sixty years, so three hundred years can almost be considered five lifetimes for an ordinary person.
Since its establishment, the Great Yan Dynasty has only existed for nearly three hundred years.
After dying once at the hands of Great Yan's Taizu, Qiao Mu's age has now grown to be almost the same as Great Yan's Taizu's.
Before this, his age could barely be considered as being of the same generation as Yan Shenji.
When he woke up from the dream, he was twice as old as him... .
Qiao Mu's dream was as long as the length of a mortal dynasty.
"What a coincidence... It's the same time from the beginning of the dynasty to the end of the dynasty... Wait, what does the assassination of the emperor mentioned in the death review mean, the end of Yonghe?"
Qiumu was a little confused.
As a 300-year-old man who believed in the idea of "goodness is like water" and disliked fighting, how could Qiao Mu do such a heinous thing as assassinating the emperor
All he wanted to do was to hold the emperor hostage in order to release Hai Wuya and free him from the guilt and infamy before he died.
"Someone succeeded in assassinating Emperor Yonghe? And the blame is put on me?" Qiao Muren was numb.
He has already been sent away, so how can he be blamed for the assassination of the emperor
No, he can get MVP even if he stays at the fountain? And he also gets the kills
"Someone helped me to get an S-level death rating, which caused me to sit in jail for 300 years. I want to thank his entire family." Qiao Mu gritted his teeth for a while, then sighed.
After calming down, he could probably guess who assassinated the emperor.
Before and after his death, the only people in the palace who were hostile to Emperor Yonghe were Hai Wuya and his sons, and more than two hundred old soldiers.
Then the answer is still obvious... .
If Emperor Yonghe died at the hands of the old soldiers, then Qiao Mu would really be closely associated with the credit for assassinating the emperor.
After all, he fought against ten thousand people alone, broke through the Imperial Guards' defenses with his own strength, resisted the immortal thunder magic with his physical body, and fought with a three-hundred-year-old martial arts legend with his seriously injured body. In the end, he used his last bit of internal energy to successfully delay Yan Shenji's steps.
Without him, the old soldiers would not be able to rush into the palace. Even if they rushed into the palace, they would not be a match for the Great Yan Taizu.
Who would believe that he was not the chief contributor to the assassination of the emperor, and was not an accomplice of Hai Wuya and Hai Siyuan, father and son
Emperor Yonghe would have to crawl out of the ground and scold him for talking nonsense. He should wear this hat properly.
"Three hundred years."
When he thought about the long length, he could hardly laugh anymore.
Every death and every long dream is a kind of training and test for him.
Just because I survived the dream last time doesn’t mean I can safely survive three hundred years this time.
One regret, one questioning of one's own behavior, will lead to the collapse of one's martial arts spirit.
He would never get used to this kind of long jail term, and he would never be willing to accept it - is it possible that someone would fall in love with eating shit just because they ate too much of it
This inevitably reminded him of the founding emperor of Dayan.
In his early years, Taizu of Dayan was a grassroots hero who overthrew the old dynasty. However, three hundred years later, he finally became old and his heart was old. This was his only mental flaw.
Qiao Mu's mind moved.
In this dreamlike Golden Palace, the figure of Yan Shenji appeared again.
The two people stood opposite each other in silence.
Putting aside Qiao Mu, Taizu of Dayan is the only mortal immortal in the world.
He and Qiao Mu are the same type of warriors. Through long years of accumulation, they have practiced martial arts to a level that ordinary people cannot catch up with in several lifetimes.
The biggest difference between the two is that Qiao Mu spent a long time in a dream, while Yan Shen's body was in the real world.
Qiao Mu, who was imprisoned in the dream, had no way out. He could either stick to his original intention or regret it and collapse. There were two extremes and no third possibility.
But Yan Shen Ji is not.
When he was tired of practicing martial arts, he could ask the palace maids to massage his shoulders and legs, or he could go out to walk the birds, appreciate the flowers, and visit brothels. In the long journey of life, who would be willing to sit alone in a cage
Yan Shenji is like on summer vacation. No one can restrain him. Even when he is depressed, downhearted, and soft-hearted, he is still invincible in the world. He is still the founding emperor and the pillar of the royal family.
Qiumu repeats this process over and over again for a hundred days before the college entrance examination.
The existence of the dream of the immortal lock locked Qiao Mu's life, which was equivalent to hanging a sword of Damocles over Qiao Mu's head, leaving him no way out and no room for compromise.
Either your mind becomes tempered like steel, or you regret and become crazy.
"Damn it, I want to be a kryptonian gold tycoon too!"
Qiao Mu punched Yan Taizu hard on the face, but the latter raised his hand and gently brushed it away.
As a 300-year-old genius with a medicinal spirit body, Yan Taizu also achieved great success in the martial art of strength. He relied on a variety of spiritual medicines to build up his qi and blood to a super level.
"I have three hundred years to review the battles with Yan Taizu and study him thoroughly." Qiao Mu said to himself:
"Wait until I wake up, and then give him a little Qiao family shock."
His battle with Yan Taizu has not yet ended.