The prince is the natural heir to the throne. If there is a prince in Dazhou now, or if the conflict between the state religion and the Holy Empress would not have evolved to the level it is today, the situation on the mainland would be much more stable—in fact, Dazhou did have a prince once. He is the son of the first emperor and the holy empress, that is, Prince Zhaoming.
It's a pity that the previous princes of the Great Zhou Dynasty did not end well. The prince after the founding of the Taizu died tragically in the Baicao Garden Change. What happened to Prince Wei Zhaoming was also very unfortunate, but it can also be said that he was relatively lucky, because he died when he was very young.
Not long after the first emperor passed away, Prince Zhaoming died of illness in his infancy.
But no one believed it, of course no one believed it, the blood of the royal family and the Holy Empress was the same, how could it be a child who died prematurely
There are countless theories about the cause of Prince Zhaoming's death.
There is a widely spread saying that the Chen royal family joined forces with the old forces of the state religion to drive the Holy Empress from the throne. In that thrilling struggle, the Holy Empress and the Pope won the final victory. The princes and nobles of the Chen royal family were killed or exiled, and the teachers and students of the Orthodox Academy were all killed and injured, leaving only desolate frost grass and dilapidated wells, but the Holy Queen also paid a huge price for this— During that rebellion, Prince Zhaoming was poisoned and killed by the enemies of the Holy Empress.
There is another kind of saying that is also widely circulated, but it is not heard in teahouses or inns, and it is only spread uncomfortably in the dark. That kind of saying is even more cruel and cruel.
Some people think and keep preaching secretly that the Holy Empress was expelled from the palace hundreds of years ago by His Majesty Taizong, and lived a miserable life in the Herb Garden. Secretly, she swore to Xingkong that she would rather have her blood cut off in this life, in exchange for changing her fate. What Tianchangming took the initiative to do!
In those dark rumors, the narrators seem to have seen the bloody and terrifying scene in the palace with their own eyes, and what they are talking about is vivid-how the hand of the Holy Empress went through the swaddling clothes and stretched out to the crying baby, beautiful and dignified There was no expression on his face, but a tear fell from the corner of his eye, and then the crying gradually quieted down, and the night palace was so quiet that it made one's heart palpitate.
If it was the divine scourge caused by the change of fate by the Holy Empress back then, causing her to have no children and grandchildren, and her family and widows until she died, the Dao of Heaven and Xinghai would be too cruel and terrifying. If it was the Holy Empress who killed her only biological son in order to complete the change of fate that year, she would be a loner in this continent, then she would be too cruel and terrifying.
No matter what it is said, Prince Zhaoming is already dead, and died of a cold and terrible reason, innocent and pitiful. After that, no one dared to mention this matter again, whether it was the Chen royal family or members of the state religion. Only the crazy Master Hu, the Qintian Supervisor, even though Zhou Tong pulled out all his fingernails, still kept telling the world with his bloody mouth that Prince Zhaoming... is not dead. Then, when Zhou Tong was about to pull out Master Hu's tongue, the Holy Empress showed her kindness and asked Master Hu to return to his hometown to recuperate.
But in the eyes of many people, this is not kindness, but a guilty conscience, or a kind of self-comfort. What happened in the palace that year? How did Prince Zhaoming die? Why is the empress guilty? As a result, that cruel and terrifying statement spread more and more widely. Of course, it was still in the middle of the night.
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The palace is very quiet at night, but the night in early summer is infinitely chilly.
The chief eunuch lowered his head, not daring to look at the Holy Empress at all.
The quiet courtyard instantly turned into a cold snowfield. There was not a single snowflake in sight, but thin ice gradually condensed on the surface of the pond.
When the saint's thought moves the world, his mood is agitated, there will be turbulent waves, and when the mood is gloomy, there will be nightfall, the mood is low but violent, and the sky is naturally snowy.
Just when the chief eunuch felt that his sea of consciousness was about to be frozen, the voice of the Holy Empress finally sounded again. Her voice was calm and calm, like a pool of water under thin ice: "Everyone in the world is my son, Xiang Wang, and Xiang Wang are also my sons. Zhao Ming's life and death are never important."
It never mattered, so it probably never mattered before.
The head of the eunuch head was lower, as if it was about to touch the cold ground, and gradually disappeared into the night.
A black sheep walked slowly outside the garden, its fur was smooth and black as jade, walking out of the night, it seemed to bring out a part of the night.
Is everything covered by the night the truth? And what about night itself
The holy empress looked at it and asked blankly: "What about you? Why are you willing to get close to him? Who is he?"
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Tonight was Chen Changsheng's first night back at the Orthodox Academy. Just like those nights before, after having dinner and taking a walk along the lake, he naturally walked into the library. Luo Luo returned to Li Palace, Tang Sanshiliu was still in the Mausoleum of Books, Xuanyuan Po was smashing trees, Zhe Xiu was still in Zhou Prison, he didn't know what to do, so just continue to practice.
The starlight passed through the glass, and the snowflakes passed through the sparse leaves. They did not stay on his clothes and skin, but directly entered the depths of his body. The snow layer on the field was getting thicker and thicker, although the lake outside Lingtai Mountain was far from changing. It became a vast ocean, but the water has become much stronger. The stone gate of the Youfu at the end of the sloping stone steps in the mountain has been fully opened, and the soft light shines out from the cave, and it is scattered everywhere in the water, giving people a very peaceful feeling. a feeling of.
Now he will naturally no longer be as dazed as before, thinking that the attracted starlight has gone elsewhere, he quietly perceives his own star in the distant starry sky, and perceives the changes in his body. Time passed slowly, and at some point, he opened his eyes, woke up, and began to sort out the harvest of these days.
When he left the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books, he was already in the upper realm of Tongyou. After the trip to Zhouyuan, he encountered so many powerful enemies on the way back to the south. His sword heart gradually became more harmonious, and his realm became more stable. The pinnacle of Tongyou Realm. In addition, following Su Li for such a long time, his progress in swordsmanship is even greater. Adding the two together, he can be said to be invincible below the Star Gathering Realm. Opportunity to beat the opponent. This fact made him somewhat relieved, but it would not relax him, because he never forgot the night.
He really doesn't have much time. Even if he can be said to be the fastest person in history to cultivate to the peak of the Netherworld Realm, but there is still an infinite distance to the distant God's Hidden Realm, how much time will it take? So he must cherish the time - after finishing the meditation and self-contemplation calculus, he began to practice swordsmanship without stopping.
The snow field and the lake in his body indicate that he has accumulated a lot of true energy, far exceeding that of ordinary practitioners of the same age. The problem is that his meridians are broken, and he cannot fully use the true energy. His burning sword can only solve part of it, and the price he needs to pay for burning sword is too high. With his current level of cultivation, he can only use three swords at most.
And the burning sword cannot be practiced, it will hurt the body. Huijian can't be practiced either, it's a pain in the ass. He only practiced stupid sword. Standing on the floor, he kept drawing the sword, crossing the sword, and repeating this simple and tedious process, which seemed a bit clumsy indeed.
After doing it a thousand times, he sat down cross-legged again and put his consciousness into the scabbard.
In the world of scabbards, there are tens of thousands of broken swords, quietly floating in the space without disturbing each other.
These swords are no longer as powerful as they were when they first appeared in Zhou Garden, but after all, they were all famous swords in the mainland, and their sword intent is still powerful. The seemingly empty space has long been occupied by sword intent.
It is actually a very dangerous thing for spiritual consciousness to travel through the meaning of Wan Dao Sword, especially at this time he did not try to use his spiritual consciousness to control the Wan Dao Sword, but directly used his spiritual consciousness to contact Wan Dao Sword.
He wants to sharpen his sword heart with Wan Jian's sword intent.
His current sword heart is already perfect, if people know it, they will be shocked and admired, because this is a very difficult thing, and the next step is the real sword heart. However, the sword heart is transparent, and the talent requirements in the way of the sword are too high. Looking at the mainland, there are only a few people who can achieve the real sword heart.
The problem is that Chen Changsheng has met two people with a clear sword heart in these days - Su Li and the girl who met for the first time, so naturally he can't be satisfied.
Those sword intents are the whetstone, and his divine sense is the sword edge. Either the sharp or domineering sword intent kept contacting, rubbing, and cutting with his consciousness.
This process was very painful. He closed his eyes without sweating, but his face gradually turned pale.
The sharp edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. You can see a rainbow without going through wind and rain.
He thought of these famous sayings of his predecessors, and endured unimaginable pain, until the ray of spiritual consciousness that was inserted into the scabbard became thinner and weaker, and seemed to be loose at any time...
Suddenly, he felt something vaguely behind Wan Dao Sword Intent attracting his divine consciousness.
As soon as he sensed the attraction there, his already weakened spiritual consciousness suddenly became much more stable and became stronger again.
His consciousness passed through ten thousand sword intents, and slowly drifted towards the distant side.
After an unknown amount of time, the light boat finally passed the Ten Thousand Mountains, and his consciousness came to the other side of the sea of sword intent.
The other shore of the Sword Intent Ocean turned out to be a real shore, and there was a black stone tablet on the shore, but it was not a real stone tablet, it was just a phantom.
The black stele looked familiar, like a night sky.
The moment he saw the black stele, Chen Changsheng naturally had a feeling in his heart that this phantom stele should be a door leading to another place.
What is the world behind the black stele? What is behind the night? Suddenly, he remembered that the reason why this black stele was familiar was not because he could see it every night, but because this black stele was exactly the one of Wang Zhice's that he got from Lingyan Pavilion. The black stone changed back to the appearance of the Tianshu stele, which is also the appearance of those Tianshu steles around Zhouling.
Is this black stele leading to Zhou Garden? Hasn't the Zhou Garden been destroyed yet
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