The 300,000-strong army had not captured Lingzhou City, but now it was open to inviting him in without any effort. Thinking of this, Wang Zhi sighed.
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"Your Majesty, please leave quickly. If you don't leave, it will be too late!"
In the Xixia Palace, an old eunuch crawled into the political hall, plopped down on his knees and sat down on the dragon chair, crying and begging.
Today is the day of the court meeting, but the main hall is empty. Emperor Li Qianshun of Western Xia sat down on the dragon chair, looking blankly in front of him and murmuring: "Let's go... where are we going..."
"Go to Liao... no, go to the Western Regions!" the old eunuch said in one breath, "Your Majesty, the Western Regions are so big that there is always a place for us to stay, leaving us with useful bodies for when we can rise again in the future!"
Li Qianshun closed his eyes and shook his head after a while, "There's no hope of trying again."
The basis for a comeback is money, the army and people's hearts. Now that he has lost all of them, there is no talk of a comeback.
"His Majesty!"
The old eunuch cried bitterly and wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Li Qianshun, "Go down and let me be quiet."
The old eunuch kowtowed three times, wiped away the tears that he could not hold back, bowed and backed away, stopped in front of the main hall door and took another look at the little master he had grown up with, then turned around and walked away lonely.
Li Qianshun stood up slowly. He was in his prime, but he was like a dying old man. He moved slowly and looked at every place in the hall carefully, as if he wanted to imprint everything in front of him in his mind.
Finally, he returned to the dragon chair and sat down, took the paper and pen, and wrote down a page of Chinese characters that he had not written for a long time. After finishing the words, he put down the paper and pen, took off the imperial crown, and stepped on the dragon chair to get on the imperial case.
He stretched out his hand to pull the curtain hanging in front of the case, slowly knotted it, closed his eyes for a while, and finally stuck his head in.
His feet left the imperial table, and his body was hanging in the air. His face gradually turned red, veins burst out, and bloodshot eyes spread to his eyes. At this moment, they were bright and transparent, seeming to reflect his lifetime.
He, Li Qianshun, also known as Weiming Qianshun, ascended the throne at the age of three and was the fourth emperor of Xixia. When he was a child, his mother-party dictatorship was characterized by political corruption, a weak army, and repeated defeats in foreign wars.
He saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart. At the age of sixteen, he successfully planned to destroy his mother's party, the Liang family, and took over the government himself, ending the dictatorship of the aristocratic family of his relatives.
After taking power, he rectified the official administration, reduced taxes, focused on farming and mulberry cultivation, and built water conservancy projects, which made Xixia strong, politically clear, and socially stable. He was loved by the people and regained the large areas of land lost in Xixia.
He is now forty-two years old. He has worked hard for half his life, trembling and not daring to slack off. He has completed many things that the previous dynasty has not completed. He claims to be worthy of his ancestors and the common people. He is a qualified king, but he still has There are many, many things that I haven't had time to do.
But God did not give him time. Today, he must die. Only if he dies can his wife and children survive, his people can not be purged, and they can continue to live in this rich land. on land.
Unless he dies, the Emperor of the Song Dynasty will not feel at ease, and that young man... will not feel at ease either.
By the way, that boy is twenty this year and is no longer considered a teenager.
At the last moment of his life, this scene actually appeared in his mind.
Maybe this is his deepest obsession at the moment.
"Boom..."
"Boom..."
"Boom..."
As the bells rang one after another, heart-wrenching cries came from the already empty palace.
The old eunuch sat in a dark and opaque room, listening to the crying outside. He picked up the small porcelain bottle on the table and drank it without hesitation.
Muddy tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, but he could no longer cry.
"His Majesty passed away!"
As this cry of pain came from the palace, not long after, the whole city was covered with silk, and the people spontaneously wore sackcloth and mourning for him, chanted Buddhist scriptures, and saw off their fourth and last emperor.
When Wang Zhi led his army to the outside of the Xixia capital, he was a little surprised when he saw the white flags hanging all over the city.
However, he was only surprised for a moment before he guessed what happened.
He ordered the army to be temporarily stationed outside the city, and only led a hundred people into the city to follow the internal officers who came out to greet him.
In Nei Ying's words, he confirmed his guess, and his heart was full of respect for the Xixia Emperor whom he had never met before.
His Xixia Chamber of Commerce has now replaced the Chaotang's position in Xixia. It is good, but it does not have many troops. The troops of the Fan clan are at best two-parter, but they are unwilling to listen to his orders to counterattack the original master.
The Emperor of Xixia was unable to attack the Xixia Chamber of Commerce again, but he could still go away.
Wang Zhi thought the same way before coming here. He really didn't expect that an emperor of the Fan tribe would have such great righteousness and be willing to die for the country and be buried with his country.
When entering the city, Wang Zhi observed that the eyes of the people on both sides were no longer welcoming, but even filled with hatred.
Wang Zhi immediately understood. It seemed to be the same everywhere. The people inside the city and the people outside the city were people from two different worlds. Just like the people in Bianjing praised the peaceful and prosperous times, but the people outside the city were displaced and raised flags to rebel. .
But Wang Zhi did not blame them. The people at the bottom were short-sighted. They could only see that the person who brought them a happy life in front of them was gone, but they could not see that the person who would bring them more happiness in the future was in front of them.
Yue Fei glanced at a team member behind him, and the team member hurriedly turned around and left. Then one by one, the escort team members wore armor and walked into the city with knives in hand.
When people are filled with grief and anger, they are likely to do anything. If someone makes a noise and the whole city rushes in, the hundred of them will probably be torn to pieces.
Sure enough, when they saw the arrival of the army, the hatred in the eyes of the people disappeared and turned to fear.
Wang Zhi didn't say anything when he saw this. His original intention was not to cause a tense situation and to have a peaceful handover, but he didn't expect this to happen.
After Wang Zhi arrived, the gate of the palace was also opened from the inside, and the group of people entered the Xixia Palace unimpeded.
There were white flags on both sides leading to the main hall. A gust of wind blew, Mingqian notes were flying all over the sky, and bursts of crying could be heard in the main hall.
Wang Zhi ordered the guards to put away their weapons and lead the way to the main hall.
After going up several flights of steps, the situation in the hall became clear. Dozens of people, covered with linen, were kneeling in front of the coffin in the mourning hall. They were all kneeling on the ground with their backs to the outside of the hall. Their faces could not be seen clearly, but the cries were heard from men, women, old and young.
A group of monks were sitting cross-legged around the coffin, knocking on wooden fish and reciting the Sutra of Rebirth.
Just like the mourning hall where the elderly in ordinary families pass away, if it were not in the most noble palace in Xixia, no one would be able to imagine that this is the funeral of an emperor.
A funeral where even relatives and friends dare not come to pay their respects.
At Yue Fei's signal, the guards quickly entered both sides of the hall. Although they did not draw their swords, they stared at everyone present.
Although the people in the palace were frightened, they did not interrupt the funeral. This scene was naturally expected by them.
Wang Zhi walked into the main hall, and the crying in the hall unconsciously became much quieter. Wang Zhi walked past them slowly and stopped in front of the coffin.
Under the different gazes of the people behind him who were wearing hemp and burning paper, Wang Zhi respectfully raised his hands and bowed three times.
After Wang Zhi paid his respects, the etiquette officer on the side came over in a daze and hurriedly shouted: "We have guests to pay homage to, filial sons and virtuous grandsons will return the favor!"
Everyone in Pima and Wang Zhi returned the greeting. A boy of 17 or 18 who was too handsome to look like a Fan tribe looked up at the tall figure, with a look of hatred in his eyes. Just as he was about to stand up, a long knife was held to his neck. superior.
Everyone was shocked, but the young man calmly took out a letter from his arms and handed it to the guard.
The guard took the letter and handed it to Wang Zhi.
Wang Zhi opened the letter, read it for a moment, then knelt down and looked at the handsome young man in front of him, "What's your name?"
"Li Ren'ai!" The young man replied neither humble nor overbearing.
"Ren'ai...a good name" Wang Zhi asked him again, "Have you read the letter your father left for me?"
"Look!" the boy replied.
"Your father asked me to cut off his head and go back to deliver the goods, so that you and your brothers and sisters can be saved. What do you think?"
"Just take it!"
Li Renai answered decisively, but did not say what was taken, whether it was his father's head or the lives of him and his brothers and sisters.
Because he knows that the choice is not in his hands.
Wang Zhi chuckled and put the letter in his hand on the flame to burn.
When the letter was completely burned, he stood up and walked to the coffin. With his height of more than eight feet, the full picture of the person in the coffin appeared in his eyes.
This is a man with a very majestic appearance. The Sichuan pattern between his eyebrows can still be seen after death. You can imagine how breathtaking he was in life. Unfortunately, he no longer breathes.
He motioned to one of his confidants to step forward to confirm. After Neiying nodded, he remained expressionless and said nothing.
It had been three years, and this was the first time he saw this opponent who had been confronting him for three years and had killed him several times. But he didn't expect that the two would meet in such a scene.
Wang Zhi recalled everything he had experienced in the past three years, and finally let out a long sigh, turned around and left.
When passing by Li Renai, he said, "I'll wait for you for seven days."
Li Renai stared at his back and clenched his fists tightly.
As Wang Zhi left, a group of guards also gathered to follow.
"Brother Zhi, why don't you take off the head of the Xixia Emperor?" Wang Fei caught up with Wang Zhi and asked in confusion.
Wang Zhi asked, "What do I want with a dead man's head?"
Wang Fei said regretfully: "This is the head of the Xixia Emperor. He, the Zhao Song Emperor, is the one who cherishes the most. With the head as evidence, who dares not to acknowledge our achievements?"
"They don't need to acknowledge my merits."
"I'm not doing these things to please Emperor Zhao Song."
Wang Fei said "Oh" and followed Wang Zhi out of the city without asking any more questions.
An army of 10,000 guards was encamped outside the capital and did not enter the city for seven days.
On the eighth day, the wind was sunny and the carriages drove out of the palace, followed by countless people who came to see them off.
After the carriage left the city gate, dozens of old men appeared on the city tower. Facing the direction in which the carriage left, they jumped down and were shattered into pieces.
Wang Zhi sighed, turned around, looked to the east, and set off!
