At sunrise, river flowers are more red than fire.
It was still late at night, but there was a bright red flower blooming quietly in the blue waves.
There are two people standing at the bow of the boat, one is a man wearing scribe's clothes, with a small red flower tied on his tail finger, whether it is real or made of silk, the other is a Taoist nun, whose age can't be discerned, her face is pretty, and her eyebrows and eyes are beautiful. However, there was a disgusting hostility in the room, and the whisk resting on the arm exuded an aura of silence and terror, and it felt a little out of tune.
Chen Changsheng knew that Taoist nun, and he knew that she was Infinite Bi in the wind and rain.
During the ten-thousand-mile journey back to Kyoto from Hanshan, he had also seen that bright red flower. Since the scribe was standing beside Wuwubi, he was naturally another Bafangfengyu: Different Kind of Red.
Infinity Bi sneaked into the capital back then, and was about to kill Xuanyuan Po in the Orthodox Academy, but was frightened away by Su Li's letter. But tonight, she and her husband brought her into the capital. In a sense, she wanted to kill Xuanyuan Po. To save himself, Chen Changsheng's mood at this time was a little complicated, and that's why.
"This idiot actually dares to come to Kyoto."
The Holy Empress Tianhai looked at the large ship in the picture and said with a blank expression: "One finger can be pinched to death, but she is a good man, at least worth three of her."
Chen Changsheng didn't know what to say. Whether it is the two men on the official road in the northwest, or the couple in the canal in the southwest, they are like gods in the hearts of all ascetics in the world. No one can make her vigilant.
But she is the Holy Empress of Tianhai after all.
Of course, Chen Changsheng's feelings were different from hers.
The wind and rain in all directions has reached its fourth point.
Tonight in Kyoto, the wind and rain are bound to be dark, and the sky is shaking.
This is just a grand opening, followed by countless people appearing one by one.
On the official roads extending in all directions around the capital like spider webs, many teams suddenly appeared. Those people seemed to have been hiding in the night, just waiting for the four peerless powerhouses to appear, and then suddenly tore through the night and appeared in front of the whole world, just like what they have been doing for more than two hundred years.
The official road leads to Kyoto from the states and counties of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Those people have been living in those states and counties far away from Kyoto, and they have one thing in common, that is, they are all surnamed Chen, and they are all descendants of Emperor Taizong.
Chen Changsheng looked at the constantly changing scenes, counted silently in his heart, and confirmed that there were fifteen convoys heading towards the capital in the night.
The number of those from the royal palaces of various states and counties is not many, but they are all strong. The masters of the royal palaces walking outside the chariots are at least all of them. In the past two hundred years, especially in the past twenty years, the Chen royal family has almost disappeared. Tonight, it finally revealed its incomparably deep hidden strength!
Fifteen states and counties, fifteen princes, and fifteen chariots.
The smoke and dust from the official roads in the night gradually rose, like wind and cloud intersecting, swept across, and arrived around the capital.
There was no city wall in the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but there were city gates and city gate divisions, which were commanded by Xu Shiji, the general of the East Imperial God. However... how could the city gate division be able to stop these royal chariots from Zhuzhou counties? Who knows which general in those city gates is a disciple of which prince, and which school lieutenant's father is still serving as a senior official in the Luling palace
Intense fluctuations of breath erupted at several city gates, and the sword light was faintly visible, and then quickly subsided.
The princes of the Chen family finally returned to the capital they had been away for a long time.
The masters who accompanied the chariot of the palace watched everything in the night with resolute expressions, ready to face the suppression of the army of the Great Zhou Dynasty at any time. If you want to describe these masters, you can use one word - the world's heroes, they have enough confidence in their own realm strength, and they think what they are doing is correct.
"The heroes will gather in the capital, intending to kill the demon queen on an autumn night, throw their heads, sprinkle their blood, and die for the country?"
The Holy Empress Tianhai looked at the pictures in the night, and made no secret of her mockery, "The history books tens of thousands of years later may write like this, this is really absurd."
Chen Changsheng looked at the masters with generous faces on the screen, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "Then how should I write it?"
"The Great Zhou Dynasty was orthodox for 21 years, and the Seventeenth Route against the king entered the capital and was completely destroyed."
The Holy Empress Tianhai said calmly, flicking her sleeves lightly, as if she wanted to blow all of these to ashes.
Chen Changsheng thought to himself, where are the two ways against the king
In Luoyang City, which is hundreds of miles away from Kyoto, there are not too many clouds tonight, and the stars are as usual, shining on the world, whether it is the smelly streets and alleys where the poor live or the North City full of rich men.
The gate of the palace was slowly pushed open, King Xiang walked out of the palace, moved his fat body, and walked down the stone steps with difficulty. With the help of his subordinates, it took him half a day to climb up the not-so-high The chariot, such a simple movement, made him out of breath.
Sitting in the seat, the fat in his abdomen flowed down from the bright yellow belt, making it a bit uncomfortable.
Xiang Wang stretched out his hand to untie the bright yellow ribbon around his waist, rubbed the fat, and suddenly felt an extremely strong sense of sadness in his heart.
I have lived in Luoyang for so many years, in order to make my mother no longer pay attention to me, I have eaten and drank desperately, and I have become so fat. If I can be on the Dabao in the future, how will this appearance be worshiped by all officials? But it's okay, at least he's not like the seventh brother, who actually grabbed donkey dung and stuffed it into his mouth in order to pretend to be crazy, bah, that's really a lunatic!
All the people in the palace, whether they were concubines or officials, came out, knelt on the ground in the long street, and said in unison: "Congratulations to the prince for returning to Beijing."
King Xiang looked at the crowd and sighed, and said, "Congratulations for having a fart, who knows if I can come back alive."
Then the streets outside the palace became completely silent, those favored concubines looked at each other in blank dismay, some even cried sadly, but they didn't know how sincere they were.
King Xiang waved his hand in annoyance, and said, "Is this the beginning of mourning? Well, well, if I can't come back, you all kill yourself and go to accompany me."
Hearing this, the outside of the palace was quiet for a moment, and then wept loudly. This time, it was obvious that those concubines and officials were crying for real and extremely sad.
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On the streets of Jiangnan Prefecture, there are similar scenes, but they are not exactly the same.
King Zhongshan walked through the crowd of worshipers, with no expression on his pale cheeks, only a hint of madness could be faintly seen in the depths of his bloodshot eyes.
As he walked, a clear footprint was left on the ground outside the palace gate, which was a footprint of blood.
It was as if he had walked through a sea of blood.
In fact, at this time, the Zhongshan Prince's Mansion had become a sea of blood, and the officials sent by the imperial court had all fallen into the pool of blood, with their heads in different places.
All of them were killed by King Zhongshan himself.
There was only one person who was not killed, and that was the chief eunuch who was being escorted to kneel behind the gate of the palace.
The chief eunuch was very old and wrinkled. He knew that he was about to die, but he still looked calm. He looked at King Zhongshan who was about to board the chariot, and said: "My lord, since you didn't kill me, you probably don't want to completely turn against your empress. It's a long way to the capital, so you might as well walk slowly and see the situation before talking. "
This is a very subtle way of persuading, first explaining to King Zhongshan, and then giving advice for King Zhongshan, and it is indeed a mature and prudent idea.
King Zhongshan ignored the old eunuch, jumped on the chariot, and said, "I don't want to kill you, not because I want to leave any escape route, but because I want you to experience what I have been feeling all these years."
The old eunuch's face changed when he heard the words, and he could no longer keep calm.
Under the escort of dozens of elite palace officials, the chariots of Zhongshan Palace entered the night and headed for Kyoto.
Only the cold and piercing voice of the prince still echoed on the long street.
"Don't let this old dog die, don't give him food, just give him donkey dung, remember, ask for the freshest, the freshest."
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The wind and rain are like darkness, meet.
The Seventeenth Route against the king entered Beijing.
Looking at the scene in the night, Chen Changsheng knew that what he witnessed was the most important event in this continent after the Orthodox Academy tragedy.
He was the cause or introduction of this incident. Thinking of how many people died tonight, and how many people would be displaced and died in the war afterwards, his mood was agitated and he felt disgusted in his chest. He couldn't bear it. He stopped coughing, and the pain deepened with each cough, and his face became paler and paler.
"This absurd scene is very interesting, watch it before you die, don't die too early."
Listening to his coughing, the Holy Empress Tianhai did not turn around and said expressionlessly.
Following these words, Chen Changsheng suddenly realized that he could move.
He knew what she meant, and he was wondering if he could do something else.
He still has Su Li's letter in his arms, and there are many swords in his scabbard, as well as the Tianshu tablet, and many more.
However, her figure is so tall, just under the night sky, but seems to be above the night sky.
He reached into his bosom, and instead of taking out the letter, he took out a small porcelain bottle.
There is medicine in the small porcelain bottle.
He poured out dozens of pills from the small porcelain bottle, put them directly into his mouth without making any distinctions, and chewed them like jelly beans, making a rattling sound.
After arriving at the top of the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books, the Holy Empress didn't look back at him until she heard the voice and looked back at him.
Chen Changsheng didn't care about her gaze, then took off the gold needles wrapped around his fingers, and pierced deeply into several dangerous air orifices in his neck.
His face became even paler, and his body trembled slightly, as if he couldn't help the autumn wind.
As time passed, the trembling gradually ended, and two abnormal bloods appeared on his face.
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The Queen's enemies emerged from the night, not because it was their best chance, but because it was their last.
If she was allowed to kill Chen Changsheng and complete the third change of fate in the past thousand years, then perhaps no one would be able to invite her to step down from the Great Zhou throne.
The peerless strong men who have lived in seclusion, the royal princes who have endured for many years, and the heroes of the world who have swallowed their anger gathered in Kyoto, but this is not all, because the world is very big, and there are still many enemies of the Holy Empress. On the official road in the south, people gradually appeared. There was no one from Lishan Sword Sect, no one from Shengnvfeng, no one from Huaiyuan, no one from Changshengzong, but the Patriarch of the Qiushan family and the old priest came. The old lady of the Tuo family is here, and the wily head of the Wu family is also here. The four great families have reached the third place, so what about the Tang family