At the beginning of the fifth year of Huayuan, the empress, who had dealt with the remnants of the rebellion, issued an edict to seal Yansan, Yang Zhao, Yan Qi, Cheng Jia, Ying Jiu, Meng Su, Sum, Ying Shisan, He Li, Zhao Yinfeng, Ye Shi 1. Twelve Yepo people are kings, and they officially recognize these twelve people as their husbands. In March of the fifth year of Huayuan, Yin Ting'an of Gucheng sent troops to Tubo, and Du Minghe Dongping sent troops to the Western Regions.
In October of the sixth year of Huayuan, the chieftain of Tubo surrendered, and the whole territory of Tubo was incorporated into the Hua Dynasty.
In February of the seventh year of the Hua Yuan Dynasty, Da Yuezhi, the last of the thirty-six countries in the Western Regions, surrendered.
In the eighth year of Huayuan, the spring in Bianjing came early, and just after February, the Bianhe River became green.
March 14th is auspicious, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and it is a fine and sunny weather.
In front of the Golden Luan Hall, the banners were unfurled, and all the officials stood in awe.
On this day, the founding empress of the Hua Dynasty passed on the throne to Xiao Se and made Xiao Zheng the crown prince when the world was in peace and all directions came to the Hua Dynasty.
In Bianjing Ling Mansion, the spring is bright and beautiful, and spring flowers are blooming vigorously in every corner of the mansion.
The sun was shining warmly, and a ray of light penetrated from between the five fingers, narrowing his eyes slightly, Ling Qingyu smiled and said: "Alan, this mansion will belong to you in the future."
Looking at her thin cheeks, Alan held her hand, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Girl, can't you stay any longer?"
With a chuckle, he sat up, Ling Qingyu patted Alan's hand, and said: "Alan, there is always a banquet in the world. We have been destined for so many years, enough is enough."
Alan sighed slightly, and before he handed out the medicine bowl on the table, a wide palm took over the medicine bowl, then helped Ling Qingyu let her lean against him, and put the medicine bowl in her mouth side, and gently feed her the medicine.
Standing up, Alan walked out of the closed courtyard, leaving the two of them in the spring sun.
They didn't know what happened in the blue light at the end of the treason more than three years ago, they could only see Ye Shiyi crawling towards her step by step, dragging his body that was gradually disintegrating, and pulling her away. When she came down, the blood stained the entire white marble steps red. When the blue light dissipated and she rushed forward to give first aid, what she saw was Ye Shiyi with almost half of his bones exposed, but even so, Ye Shiyi was still It was so beautiful that she stopped breathing.
Qin Yuanxiang followed Li Yan to commit suicide on the spot, Su Wanyun lived in the family temple, and Mei Ruoxue locked her son at home at the last moment to avoid disaster, and then took the child away to a remote town.
The subsequent liquidation involved a very wide range, it was related to treason, and it was in front of all officials, all pleadings would not get any mercy. A bloody year.
After disregarding her opposition to the canonization of the Twelve Monarchs, Ling Qingyu's work intensity increased a lot. Both Wang Xuanzhi and Fan Zheng entered the cabinet, Xiao Se was also recalled to Bianjing by her, and Xiao Zheng was thrown on board by Ling Qingyu three years ago. He went to sea, of course, accompanied by Lan Baolan Xiang and Shi Fang.
"Ma'am!" Alan woke up from his contemplation, and raised his eyes to see two teenagers hurrying up the path. Alan wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and greeted them with a smile.
Brushing the fallen flowers on his son's shoulders, Alan said: "Go, your godmothers are waiting for you."
"Mother, godmother?" After hesitating for a moment, Xiao Zheng asked uneasily.
Taking a deep breath, Alan squeezed out a smile, and said, "You godmother, she is too tired, really, work harder in the future, and don't disappoint her expectations."
Looking at the young man's back, Alan felt sore in her heart. She told everyone that she was going to rest and live a good life in the future, but the place of rest she mentioned was the Palace of Eternal Life. Come on, Ye Po alone can't satisfy the needs of Snake Pill, every time she has to rely on the energy of Yang Pill and Yi Pill to carry it through, and now, it is almost at the limit.
Zheng Xi, Cai Jing, Fang Ding Dong and the others did not become officials. Ling Qingyu split up the Ling family business empire and distributed them to a few of them. Outside Fanwai was their own territory, and the ship line was distributed to Xinyi Huanglian and the others. They only asked for the annual net income. The 20% went into a special account, which Ling Qingyu gave to Lan Bao.
Talking to Xiao Zheng about the preferences and personalities of those generals in the borderlands, and taking a sip of water to calm down his breathing, Ling Qingyu said softly: "You have been going to them for a period of time since this year. Personal connections, the second is to make good friends with them, these people are very loyal, really, if there is no such big thing as treason, try to be merciful in the future."
Kneeling in front of Ling Qingyu's knees, Xiao Zheng's eyes were misty, and he leaned his head on her knees, and said, "Godmother, can't you take Zhenzhen with you? Zhenzhen will accompany you, those high mountains Da Chuan, and Obaro, who you haven’t gone to yet, really accompany you, can’t you?”
Caressing the boy's smooth hair, Ling Qingyu smiled lightly and said, "Silly boy, what's so fun about walking with an old woman like a godmother? You will have a bright future. I've agreed with your father that he will be in power for at least ten years." , ten years later, if you really don't want to take this seat, you can just push it."
She handed over the Raksha Army to herself, and Ye Po handed over the Red Building to Lan Bao. She paved all the roads, but said that if she didn't want to, then don't force her. Xiao Zheng rubbed against her knee, feeling bored Said: "I know, godmother, I will not let the hard work of you and godfathers go to waste, I will guard this world for you."
Zhu Weili can still work for a few more years, Han Bian, Wang Xuanzhi and Fan Zheng are in his prime, the world has been set, the generals will guard their territories, and the people will be rich and happy. My mission has been completed, right
Leaning in Ye Po's arms, looking at the bright moon in the sky, and interlocking his fingers, Ling Qingyu said: "Ye Po, you..."
"I'll go with you." Hugging him tighter, pulling up the cloak and covering it carefully, Ye Po said lightly, "I've already explained the matter of the Red Mansion, Shadow Ten Shadows Two and Fourteen Nights are settled. Alright, don't worry."
But, you are still so young...
As if hearing her voice, Ye Po bowed his head and kissed her lips, and said in a low voice: "Master, Po is your Twelve Monarchs, don't leave Po..."
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In May of the eighth year of Huayuan, the Empress and Po Jun disappeared from the Ling Mansion, and no one knew their whereabouts and whereabouts.
As a result, people began to pass on that it was the empress and her husbands who went to the fairyland. The rumors became more and more intense. At first, it was a village, and then more and more people began to worship them as gods, statues and temples. Incense was offered to them.
Forever!
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The Hall of Eternal Life was still the same as before, and the cold fluorescent light reflected the brilliance of those men as vividly as before.
After rearranging the skirts of everyone, Ye Po carried Ling Qingyu to the Soul Sacrifice Altar, and after putting her on the Soul Sacrifice Altar, Ye Po himself also went up to the Soul Sacrifice Altar, and stretched out his arms to hug her into his arms.
His body was already extremely weak, Ling Qingyu still wanted to try to dissuade him, but before he could make a sound, his lips were already blocked by those warm and thick lips.
"Master, Po take a step first, okay?" Ye Po let go of her lips, smiled lightly, stroked her eyebrows and eyes with his fingers, and said softly: "Po can't bear to see you leave, master, let Po go first!" How about a step?"
Her eyes were already blurred, and she was unable to utter the words to stop her. Feeling Ye Po warmly holding her hand, she took out the dagger from her arms, and she put one of the daggers in her arms Yan San's chest, he took a handful and placed it on his chest.
Pulling out the dagger, Ye Po held Ling Qingyu's hand and pressed the tip of the sword against his chest. He looked at her carefully again with soft eyes. It seemed that more than twenty years had left no traces on her body. As he grows old, the light in his eyes is still as clear and bright as when he first saw her.
With a soft puff, Ye Po hugged Ling Qingyu tightly, and when his body was close, he held her hand hard and stabbed the short sword into the heart.
The blood flowed down the hilt of the sword, dripped over the leopard's fangs, and landed on the soul sacrificial platform. As the blood flowed, a faint silver light appeared.
Kissing the already cold lips, Ye Po smiled happily, and said in a low voice: "Po...waiting for you..."
His vision was completely blurred, and his mind was also gradually blurred. Ling Qingyu lost consciousness when he opened his arms to hug the man who was gradually losing his temperature.
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Under the stimulation of the icy lake water, Ling Qingyu shivered violently, opened his eyes with effort, waved his arms, rushed towards the surface of the water, and after getting out of the water, he took a big breath, and then coughed violently.
Depend on! Sure enough, it was a mistake of drunkenness! If people who have traveled all over the world drowned in Taihu Lake because of this reason, they will definitely die of laughter!
Moreover, maybe someone will say that he committed suicide because the divorce hit him too hard? ! Shaking his head, shaking this too disgusting guess out of his mind, Ling Qingyu spat, found the direction of his boat, and swam over.
The sweater on his body was heavy after being soaked in water, and he finally climbed onto the boat. Ling Qingyu lay limp on the boat, and when he spread his limbs, he felt something was wrong.
There seemed to be a warm feeling in her bosom, and that kind of warmth made her heart twitch violently, causing a sudden sharp pain.
Memories flooded up like this, the poor orphan girl, the dilapidated ship, the unreliable crew, and the seemingly unreliable killer...
Is it a dream? Is it a dream that I avoided because the divorce battle was too traumatic? Was it in the early spring, in the water of Taihu Lake, when life and death were on the line, did the dream come true
But why is it so real
In the sky full of stars, tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, and each name was murmured from her mouth, with heart-piercing pain and the love deep in the soul, each one made her heart ache.
Covering her mouth and weeping bitterly, Ling Qingyu crouched beside the small boat and called out those names loudly, the names that made her engrave in her soul.
The sound of splashing water made her stunned for a moment, one hand came out of the water, grabbed her wrist, and the other rested on the side of the boat.
Ling Qingyu looked at the slender and powerful hand with distinct joints in amazement, and opened his mouth wide to watch a head emerge from the water.
The man looked at her sharply, then slowly softened, and finally rippling like spring water, his thin lips parted slightly, with a light smile, he called out: "Qing Yu..."