MTL - Emperor’s Conquest-Chapter 62 World

He drove back along the road and entered the Taihua Gate that had just left. He felt a sense of passing away.

But seeing where the rebels passed, there were countless killings, blood splashes on the dan'an, Yi vessels overturned, and Tianzi honored the imperial objects, discarded and scattered. All the palace rooms were hunted and killed, and most of the dead bodies were young and beautiful princesses ... The surviving palace people walked around to hide, saw the queen mother and my car driving back to the palace, and suddenly called for help. Most of the rebels in the palace were killed and all the remaining soldiers abandoned their armor and returned.

In front of the Qianyuan Hall, I stepped on the jade steps, the dragon-sculpted dragons and phoenix steps meandered in blood, and stained my skirt.

A corpse was lying in front of him, and the palace dress was soaked with blood, and the blue silk fell to the ground.

I know her appearance is Feng Zhaoyi who has just been published. A very thin cut across her throat, the flesh was intact, but blood poured out from the thin blade, dripping down the shoulder and neck, and coagulating under the jade steps, scarlet. The strong **** gas rushed into the nose, and the pale face twisted by fear enlarged in my eyes ...

"Please avoid the princess." Xie Xiaohe stepped forward, trying to block my sight.

I raised my hand to stop him, and looked down at the knife mark on the corpse, as thin as a red line. It was hard to see the mark, but it was fatal.

"It's Song Huaien." Xie Xiaohe said in a deep voice.

I have seen such a knife mark once in Huizhou, and I will never forget it again.

Xie Xiaohe turned around and ordered left and right to clean up everywhere, waiting for the Lord to go to the temple.

I walked towards the temple indifferently, for the first time, I felt that the jade steps of the Qianyuan Temple were so long that it seemed as if I could not walk for a lifetime.

Feng Zhaoyi's face still appeared before me. I tried hard not to think about it, but I couldn't shake the uneasiness of my heart.

"The princess is slow and you can't enter!" Xie Xiaohe's shout sounded after herself.

Suddenly, the aura of light flashed, and I was stunned on the steps-Feng Zhaoyi's blood was not condensed and should be killed soon.

If Song Huaien had already escaped from the palace, how could he kill people here?

He didn't leave, nor did he intend to escape at all. The escape was just a false impression, and only when Xiao Xun or I returned to the palace, we would end up with us.

Suddenly, I fell into the ice cellar and slowly looked up.

On the hall of Qianyuan, the rising sun rose, and the light hurt my eyes.

At the end of the jade steps, in the center of the hall, a ghostly figure appeared.

Holding a three-foot long knife in his hand, he abandoned his helmet and fluffed his hair, his armor was stained with blood, and the morning light showed a thin red halo, as if covered with a layer of blood mist.

Seven steps later, his eyes touched me like a dying beast.

Cold, cold, desperately cold.

Heat, mania, mania.

Seven steps, the distance between life and death.

He shot out suddenly and beheaded me.

The long blade shone brightly, shining brightly.

I closed my eyes, calm in my heart, and passed Xiao Xiao's figure at the last moment.

As if I saw him crossing the sword again and again, seeing his deep eyes through the blaze, reaching the deepest place in my heart, from then on.

The wind behind the ears broke, and the sound of bone fracture sounded clearly.

Everything freezes in an instant.

Opening my eyes, three steps away was Song Huaien's long knife.

Suddenly he leaned back, two steps back, and stabbed with a knife.

Three wolf teeth carved arrows pierced his body.

One arrow pierced his left chest, one arrow pierced his right knee, and one arrow pierced his right shoulder holding the knife.

The three arrows are launched, and the strength is the same, and the heavy armored horse can be knocked down through bones-no one besides Xiao Kun.

Song Huaien did not kneel, but still stood with his sword.

Blood poured from his large and small wounds, and his face was almost transparent and pale.

He raised his bloodstained face and fixedly looked at me, as if there was only me left in the sky.

The sun shone on his face, his eyes narrowed slightly, and Huer smiled, and his long sword fell off the ground.

Slowly, he finally fell to his knees.

The blade of the long knife was held inward, not toward me.

This knife is not for killing, but for death.

He looked at me and smiled, showing his bright white teeth, his forehead hair being blown by the wind.

I leaned over to see him, the first time I looked at him so intently, my eyes lingered over his brow.

"I will remember you and never forget." I looked into his eyes, as if seeing the old boy again.

When he looked at me like crazy, when he closed his eyes and opened it again, he was completely devoid of fierce energy, but only a clear and peaceful place.

I straightened up and pulled out the short sword in my sleeve, Wyan, and I will let you die like a general without having to be reduced to a shameful prisoner.

He raised his face and looked at me intently, with a calm smile.

With all my strength, a sword waved, and the cold light reflected the last glory in his eyes, and a sigh in his lips was also cut off.

His blood splattered on my plain gown, scarlet blooming like flowers, I smoked my sword and turned indifferently.

Xiao Jijia, wearing a sword, ran up the jade steps, stood in front of me, stood upright to block the dazzling sunlight behind him, and enveloped me under his shadow. Against the sun, he couldn't see his face, only the familiar and unfamiliar breath swept me ... the smell of dust, the taste of death, the taste of iron and blood.

Behind him, under the jade steps, there were hundreds of officials in the Manchu dynasty, with swords and swords.

I stepped back, took out the book in my sleeve, and knelt down at him, "Long live my lord."

My voice passed down from the jade steps. After a moment of silence, the ministers under the steps bowed to their knees, and the sound of long lived through the hall.

His hand held my arms steadily and helped me to stand up-these hands finally held the world, held the imperial power, and also held my life sad and happy. He whispered my name, his voice was firm and warm, "Look, this is you and my world!"

He supported me and stood side by side with me, facing the monarchs of the Order, facing the world.

Long live the voice of my emperor, ringing through the palace again.

The sky was rising in a red sun, shining through the sky.

After more than 300 years, most of the Huanghuang Palaces were destroyed by fire. In the past, the Dragon Pavilion and Fengge Pavilion, together with the empress's residence, were completely ruined.

The empress queen was stricken with sorrow, the blood was splashing on the dan, and the bones were buried in the sea of ​​fire.

A generation of dynasties came to an end in such a tragic way. The renegade Song Huai'en was fumed in front of the palace, and the rebels were killed by Hu Guanglie in the southern suburbs. Xiao Xuan ordered in court that all the rebels involved in the general be jailed, and the first offender was convicted. His family and relatives were spared to sit in unison, less than the tribe. The survivors were pardoned, and Wei Han was promoted to General Youwei, and Jinfeng Jingyu defended Xu Yikang as Guangdehou.

In front of the Taihe Hall, the white-haired King Guangling took the widow of the emperor from me and uttered it with a trembling voice.

That young boy in blue shirt has since become a temple temple with solitude and solemnity, and has become the "first emperor" in their mouths, no longer the living one, who will laugh at me, angry at me, and tearful at me.

At the end of Xuanyuan, King Lingling trembled on his knees and worshiped Xiao Yan.

Wang Jue raised his crown high and pressed his silver hair over his head.

In the past, the royal family finally bowed their noble heads and bowed to the new emperor.

The old court officials, the people of Li Min, had no time to mourn for the Empress of Heaven, and had welcomed their new king.

I have stood beside him countless times, standing next to him as Princess Yuzhang, as his wife, as a lover, and at this moment, I became his subordinate and bowed down and bowed to the Ninth Five-Year Supreme.

His stern face was covered with pale gold by the rising morning light, like gold and iron, not moody.

At this moment, Xiao Yan reminded me of the huge idols carved by the cold Han jade in the Zongmiao. Looking down at the beings from the high sky, the mind is calm, holding the supreme power, dominating the life and death of the world.

Hundred years, millennia later, how will the annals of the future generation record this moment, how to write this pair of founding emperors ... To me, it is like a cloud. Emperor Jiangshan is the supreme leader of the Ninth Five-Year Plan period. Yu Xiaodi was a great wish for his life. I don't have to be afraid anymore, no more defense, no one in this world can harm us, and no one can control our destiny.

After a long absence, the world has been turned upside down.

The great changes were initially decided, and Xiao Yuan immediately called the officials at Taihe Dian.

I quietly turned around and retreated to the inner temple.

"Ama." He called me out loud, calling only my name in front of the palace.

I stopped to look back and stared at him quietly.

His raised hand paused in the air, and then dropped again, but he looked at me deeply, there seemed to be thousands of words, and he couldn't sue.

I chuckled, bowed to him in the courtesy of the monarchs, got up, and returned to the inner temple.

The curled skirt dragged past the icy palace bricks.

The drape of the cloister in front of her eyes are extremely familiar and strange.

The return of the good man's expedition was supposed to be a heroic beauty, holding hands and looking at each other, just like the good news spread in the world.

It is just that the royal conversation between King Yuzhang and Princess Fei remained at the King's House of Yuzhang.

From then on, there was no heroic beauty on the solemn palace, only after the founding emperor.

I'm really tired.

Looking at the face of the attendant palace man, he was so stunned that he could not recognize who was under each face.

I haven't squinted for a long time, just want to sleep at this moment ... However, I haven't seen Cheer, Xiaoxiao and my brother return safely.

That day I gave away two children by myself, and now I want to take them back in person.

I turned around silently, thinking about rushing to Ci'an Temple immediately, but the palace path at my feet gradually blurred, my body was soft, and suddenly I couldn't hold my foot.

In the dimness, whose hand touched my cheek, the familiar warmth of my palm made me cry.

Is it tears, as if I haven't really cried for a long time.

Tears fell like rain in the dream, wet his face, and wet his palms. I'd rather not wake up, just keep the dream for a while, but I could hear a leak in the palace.

I woke up soberly and realized that I was lying in the embroidered curtain, and the candle shadow swayed. It was midnight.

"Come!" I managed to get up, my limbs were so weak and weak, and I swept open the curtain that I didn't see a maid.

I struggled to the ground, my feet floated unsteadily, and I fell into a pair of powerful arms.

As soon as Minglong's candle lighted up, a beating star burst out from the heart.

The arms around my waist suddenly tightened, holding me tightly against his chest, so tight that I couldn't breathe.

He didn't say a word, rolled his throat, and a stubble had grown against my forehead, pricked on his face.

I slowly looked up at him, his face was even thinner, his eyes firmer.

Is this the dim candlelight illusion? In one day, the heroic generation of heroes on that hall was exhausted at the moment, the stubble was messy, and the wrinkles in the brows were much deeper than in the past, showing the mulberry. Color.

"Ama, I'm back." He looked at me silently for a long time, and said this silently.

I want to smile at him, but tears roll off like a broken line.

He trembled his fingers and stroked my lips.

"In this life, I will never leave you again." He looked at me with scorching enthusiasm, as if it were a moment, like a bit of Xu Chuchu, and there was a feeling that I could not understand, hiding deeply.

For a moment, I was a little hesitant and lost in his eyes.

Looking up at him quietly, he never found out that the years had faint marks on his face.

Ten years are like a shuttle, our best days have passed the strife of the years and passed away in the wind sword frost sword. The only luck was that we met each other, and it was not too late.

I remember one of the most important things before his hot, thin lips took away all my mind.

"Ci'an Temple! The baby is still in Ci'an Temple!" I eagerly looked up and dragged his cuff.

But he covered my mouth and hugged me tightly in his arms, softly, "quietly."

I couldn't break free and couldn't say anything, but he looked down at me, his eyes were gentle.

There was a familiar low cry outside the screen, clearly a baby's voice.

I froze, with a deep smile on his face, "You wake them up."