Xia Huang died, died on the dragon chair, the smile on his face was still crazy, a generation of emperors, never regretted to death.
The empty Tianyu Palace was cold and silent, and no one came in. Outside the hall, Qing Wuhen lay quietly there, the palace clothes were stained with blood, and under the moonlight, it was like a blooming rose.
The two who calculated each other eventually became each other's last companion in this life, how ironic and sad.
Emperor Xia is a martial artist. In the Great Xia Palace, there are treasures that can cover up the secrets of heaven. It hides the vision of the old eunuch Pei when he broke through the innate, and it also hides the fact that the Emperor Xia knows martial arts.
It's just that Emperor Xia's martial arts cultivation base is not strong, and his long-term work day and night has already exhausted his body, and his martial arts will not advance but retreat.
Xia Rui is undoubtedly the most diligent emperor in the thousand years of Daxia. Because of his suspicion and suspicion, he must make decisions himself, no matter how big or small, and will never leave it to others.
Xia Rui in his later years was pathetic. The pressure of being unwilling to become the most incompetent emperor in Daxia, coupled with intensified suspicion, finally made this defending emperor a tyrant of a generation.
In the thousand-year history of Daxia, there has never been a tyrant. It was lucky and unfortunate that Xia Rui stopped just now.
Xia Rui's side has never lacked strong people. In addition to the old eunuch Pei, there are three dark dragon guard commanders, who are enough to deal with any assassination in the world. However, the four strongest people are not around today.
Qing Wuhen is the West Palace, so, apart from the four direct descendants of Emperor Xia, no one dares to stop them, and there is no reason to stop them.
Who would have thought that Concubine Wan of Daxia would be a secret son buried by the Northern Mongolian military division.
Qing Wuhen's only mistake is to miscalculate the possibility of Emperor Xia's martial arts.
As for whether Fan Lingyue has counted this matter, no one in the world knows.
The breeze blew, bringing with it a slight coolness, making this lonely Temple of Heavenly Mandate even more icy cold.
In the spring of the second year of the new calendar, the Xia Emperor collapsed!
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In the imperial city, the battle was still going on, the flames were blazing into the sky, and a dry hand covered the sky.
Xiao Mingyue closed her eyes in despair, unwilling to look any more.
However, at this moment, above the sky, two streams of light, one blue and one red, appeared in the blink of an eye.
With a slam, the two swords swept towards the hand of the old eunuch Pei, blocking the fatal palm.
On the other side, the eldest prince also came, and his arrogance was surging, he shook the sword, and took Ning Chen out of the battle in an instant.
Before Xie's body came out, Ning Chen's body staggered again, his chest felt tight, and he vomited out a mouthful of blood.
The infuriating energy has been depleted in the drama, and the injury in the body is difficult to suppress, and it finally erupted at this moment.
The sudden change made Eunuch Pei and the three leaders of the Dark Dragon Guard present startled. As they were about to start again, Eunuch Pei's expression suddenly changed.
"His Majesty!"
The old eunuch Pei stomped and turned into a streamer and rushed back quickly. He clearly felt that something had happened to His Majesty!
The three Dark Dragon Guard leaders looked at each other for unknown reasons, with surprise and puzzlement in their eyes.
"This battle is over, let's all go back."
In the plain words, a figure in Tsing Yi came slowly, inserted in the two green and red swords, trembling, and immediately flew towards the comer.
"Prince Yan!" The three dark dragon guards squinted their eyes slightly, feeling jealous.
On the day that Prince Yan fought from the palace, they had played against each other and understood how powerful this contemporary legend of the Great Xia was.
They even suspected that the legend of Daxia might have stepped out of the innate.
"Retreat!" Commander Dark Dragon Guard made a decisive decision and said solemnly.
There is no chance of winning this battle. With Prince Yan present, it is impossible for them to complete the task.
The other two commanders nodded, their figures flashed, and they quickly disappeared from the battle.
The three of them left, Xia Ziyi looked at the person in front of him, saluted respectfully, and said, "Uncle Three Emperors"
"En" Prince Yan nodded in response, then walked to Ning Chen's body, raised his energy with his palms, and injected the vast infuriating energy to help him suppress the injury.
Ning Chen closed his eyes quietly, the scroll of life revolved, and with the help of Prince Yan's infuriating qi, he slowly suppressed the surging qi and blood in his body.
"Uncle Sanhuang, the teacher is still waiting for my news, Ziyi will leave first."
Seeing that Ning Chen had no worries about life, Xia Ziyi bowed her hands, said goodbye, and turned to leave.
Ning Chen slowly opened his eyes and looked at Xia Ziyi who was leaving. His heart was complicated. It was the first time he saw this eldest prince, but he still couldn't help feeling a little emotional. Today, the difference between the Xia emperor and the eldest prince is too great.
Emperor Xia's ruthlessness and gloom and the first prince's kindness and righteousness are almost two completely opposite extremes.
"Ziyi is good, but not suitable for being an emperor," Prince Yan said lightly.
Ning Chen did not refute, what the senior said was true, as a ruler, benevolence and cruelty are indispensable, the first prince is indeed inappropriate.
Of course, Emperor Xia was even more inappropriate.
"Come on, let me go home first"
With a wave of Prince Yan's hand, the sword stand appeared in front of Ning Chen, and said calmly.
Ning Chen didn't say any more, picked up the sword stand, and followed.
Xiao Mingyue lay on Ning Chen's back, and curiously tugged at several swords on the sword stand, but none of them came out.
"Mingyue, don't be naughty," Ning Chen said softly.
The little girl withdrew her hand and smiled embarrassedly.
"Senior, please keep it a secret," Ning Chen said with a hint of pleading.
"En." Prince Yan didn't look back, but responded lightly.
Xiao Mingyue looked blank, unable to understand what the two were saying.
Ning Chen rubbed the little girl's cloth cap without explaining.
When Xiao Mingyue touched the sword on the sword stand, the matter of her daughter's body was no longer a secret. In the world, only Prince Yan could feel the sword's breath. At first, it was because he met Qingjian that the secret of the fake eunuch would be revealed. exposed.
Fortunately, Prince Yan has a weak temperament and does not take these things to heart.
Prince Yan's mansion arrived soon, a maid with a beautiful face took Xiao Mingyue back to the room to rest, and Ning Chen followed Prince Yan to the study.
"Senior, was the big shock outside Beimengwangcheng that day caused by the battle between you and the sword in Jiancheng?" Ning Chen hesitated for a moment, and asked the question that had been pressing in his heart for a long time.
"En," Prince Yan nodded in response.
"Have you got that sand sword?" Ning Chen continued to ask.
Prince Yan moved his hand lightly, and from the sword stand beside him, fine sand flew out and immediately condensed into a light yellow sword.
Ning Chen's eyes shrank, he was curious about the unique sword, the world is really full of wonders.
"The sword in Jiancheng lost?"
As he spoke, a strange look flashed in Ning Chen's eyes, the sword of Jiancheng was an invincible myth in the hearts of swordsmen in the world, and it was hard to imagine losing.
"He didn't lose, but this king won." Prince Yan waved his hand, the sand sword scattered, and returned to the sword stand.
Ning Chen was slightly startled, not knowing why.
"This king got there one step ahead of him, so the sword must belong to this king. In other words, if he arrives first, the sword belongs to him," Prince Yan explained calmly.
Ning Chen didn't quite understand that his realm was still far away, so he couldn't imagine what happened that day.
At this moment, there were rapid footsteps outside the door, and an anxious voice sounded.
"Report to the prince, there is news from the palace that His Majesty was assassinated and died!"
"How come!"
The sudden news shocked Ning Chen, and for a while, he couldn't believe it.
"Go, enter the palace with this king." Prince Yan's expression was slightly stern, and he responded quickly and said.
"What about Mingyue?" Ning Chen regained his senses and said in a worried tone.
"It's okay, there is a housekeeper in the house, as long as it's not congenital, no one can hurt her," Prince Yan replied.
Ning Chen nodded, picked up the sword stand, and followed the former out of the house.
At the same time, in the imperial city, some people who stood at the highest position of power in Da Xia all received the news of Emperor Xia's death. They were shocked and immediately chose to enter the palace.
This is a major event that shakes the sky and the earth. The death of Emperor Xia was too sudden, and Da Xia was afraid that he would fall into a bloody storm again.
Outside the Tianyu Palace, San Gong, Jiuqing, and the princes in the imperial city all arrived.
However, at this time, there are only three people who attract the most attention.
The first prince Xia Ziyi, the third prince Xia Yanwu, or the tenth prince Xia Mingri!
This is the person who is most likely to become the new emperor of Xia among the princes of Xia, and will also determine the future direction of Xia.
Emperor Xia never established a heir, which is the biggest hidden danger. Now that Emperor Xia dies, Da Xia's throne has become confusing.
In the distance, Prince Yan walked step by step, followed by Ning Chen, who was carrying a sword, immediately attracting everyone's attention.
They all heard the big explosion tonight, and they were very curious about the protagonist of the previous night. They had to say that the newly appointed Marquis of Fate had a real life.
It was the first time that Emperor Xia wanted to kill someone.
"See Prince Yan"
All the ministers saluted, although the legend of Daxia ignores political affairs, it does not prevent him from having the highest title. No one dares to lose this ceremony.
"Get up," Prince Yan said lightly.
"Prince Xie Yan" all the ministers got up.
"Third brother, long time no see." At the same time, Prince Hua stepped forward to greet him and sighed.
"Seven years"
When the words fell, a touch of sadness flashed in Prince Yan's eyes. Seven years was not too long or too short, and his fourth younger brother had gradually become old-fashioned.
Years are ruthless, and in the blink of an eye, people grow old.
"Big brother, hey"
Looking at the Palace of Heavenly Mandate, Prince Hua sighed again. Although he was under house arrest in the imperial city by Emperor Xia for more than ten years, compared to the other brothers of the year, he finally survived.
After a person dies, all the grievances and grievances dissipate, and the only ones left behind are emotions. The hatred he once had has faded a lot after more than ten years of house arrest. He was tired of hating, and he saw it. Hate your life.
Now that Emperor Xia is dead, there are only three of the more than ten brothers left.
"Let's go, go to the palace to send him the last ride"
After speaking, Prince Yan stepped up and walked towards the Hall of Heavenly Mandate.
Behind them, all the ministers followed the two princes to the palace, and after entering, they all knelt down respectfully.
Not long after, the eldest grandson wore a dragon and phoenix pearl and a jade crown, and walked in in a golden dragon and phoenix pattern. He looked at Emperor Xia on the dragon chair and sighed deeply, unable to express his joy or sadness.
After more than ten years in the same wind and rain, Huayi said goodbye to the couple today. On the dragon chair, Xia Huang's eyes were wide open, his face was laughing, and there was a hint of madness. In this life, he had no regrets.