Early August.
The new emperor of Nansang announced his surrender to the world.
Nansang surrendered.
Fall to Dai Viet.
The vigorous war lasted less than a month from start to finish.
It was so fast that it caught people off guard, like a farce or a child's play.
Only the people of Nansang, who have personally experienced this war, know the reasons and witnessed the tragedy with their own eyes.
The Supreme Emperor personally led the divine soldiers to attack the place of exile. After the news of his defeat and death was transmitted back to Nan Sang, Nan Sang's morale plummeted and he was unable to resist the siege of the armies of the ten countries.
The armies of the Ten Kingdoms!
Even Xiling participated in the war!
All the countries in the Central Plains are united into one.
The ten countries united to deal with Nansang, and Nansang became the public enemy of the entire Central Plains!
The army that invaded Nansang, except for Dayue and Xiling, showed no mercy to the soldiers and people of Nansang. Wherever they passed, the fields were filled with mourning and blood flowed like rivers, just like purgatory on earth.
But Nan Sang fell into this situation all because of himself.
This was because he was too arrogant at the beginning, taking advantage of the situation and not paying attention to the rules. He first massacred the envoys from various countries who came to congratulate him, and then waved his troops to the East to attack the mainland in an ambitious attempt to unify the countries... What he did was too extreme, and in the end Suffered backlash.
Realizing this, the people of Nansang were heartbroken.
They don't know who to hate.
Nansang was defeated like a mountain, and the emperor surrendered. In the end, there was no objection from the whole country.
Without the magic soldiers to rely on, and with morale severely damaged, Nansang was unable to resist the attacks of the Ten Kingdoms.
Surrender is the only way out.
Only in this way can the people in the country suffer less.
After Nansang surrendered, another piece of news came out that shocked the world.
The Queen of Xiling issued two royal lists to announce to the world. One announcement revealed that all the royal heirs in Xiling had died young for several decades. It was Nan Sang's plot behind the scenes to murder and poison the royal family of Xiling!
Er Zhao announced that Bai Kui, the head of the Bai family in the place of exile, was the Queen's husband, and his son Bai Yu was the Queen's biological son. Bai Yu was canonized as the crown prince!
As soon as the two imperial lists came out, the world boiled like boiling water.
"Incredible! Simply unbelievable! No wonder Xiling, which has never participated in the world's disputes, will send troops this time! It turns out that Nan Sang was responsible for the death of the Xiling royal family! He has done all the bad things and deserves to be beaten!"
"What's even more incredible isn't the emperor's husband and the prince? We don't know who Bai Kui is, but Bai Yu! The Ghost Emperor of the Killing Palace! Su Jiuni's fellow disciple! He was the third flower on the wanted list of the Nine Kingdoms! He turned out to be Xiling Son of the Queen?!”
"But what I'm more shocked about is that Su Jiuni is still alive? Princess Mingyue is not dead?!"
"That's right! Princess Mingyue is not dead! Hey, I figured it out! It's because Su Jiuni is not dead! That's why all the countries escaped death! That's why Nansang was defeated! Think about the reason why Nansang's morale plummeted before Why? Because Emperor Nansang personally brought the magic soldiers to destroy the place of exile, but he died there! Who else in the world is capable of being arrogant in front of the magic soldiers, except Su Jiuni? "
"That's right, that's right! Back then, Nan Sang went on a killing spree against the envoys in the palace. I heard that magic soldiers were also dispatched to deal with Su Jiuni and Bai Yu. However, the magic soldiers who appeared in the end followed Su Jiuni! The news that King Long Yuan personally told is absolutely untrue!"
"No wonder Nam Sang surrendered to Dai Viet, and no country, big or small, came out to oppose it... At first, I was surprised. This is not like the behavior of various countries. When it comes to the interests of the country and the DPRK, how can countries give in easily without fighting or grabbing? That's it! Princess Mingyue is still alive! This is not surprising! It’s not that the countries don’t want to object, but they dare not object, hahahaha!”
In the months after the war ended, gossip ensued.
The hot discussion among the people quickly jumped from Nansang to Xiling, and then to Mingyue Princess Su Jiuni, so that the worst Nansang was easily overshadowed, and in the end few people mentioned it.
It wasn't until the autumn wind blew in October that a fire broke out in the Nansang Palace, and the news that the new Nansang Emperor set himself on fire and set himself on fire came out, the people's attention was drawn back a little bit, causing endless sighs.
Nansang faces the sea on three sides, and the temperature is already cold in early October.
The sky is dry and the things are dry, and the fire is flammable.
Yan Changkong, wearing a red four-clawed dragon-patterned Prince Cannon, dismissed the guards stationed around the dormitory and dismissed the eunuchs and maidservants serving in the palace.
One person sits in front of the small couch by the window and drinks alone, until the sun sets, the sunset glows, and the twilight gathers.
He turned his head and looked out of the window, his eyes fell into the void, and the beautiful scenery of the gurgling river and flying reed flowers appeared in front of him.
There seemed to be a sound in my ears.
——Brother Prince, what story are you telling us today?
——Grandpa Po is taking us to catch frogs today! Do you know? We'll take you to play!
——Does it hurt when Aunt Ying pulls your hair? Just bear with it! Don’t worry, your hair baby has been put away for you. If you put it back again in the future, you will have a lot of hair again!
——Yan Changkong, don’t play tricks, or I’ll break your other leg.
Yan Changkong's eyes were in a trance for a moment. At the end of his sight, he saw a beautiful woman leaning against the old wooden door with her arms folded. Her apricot eyes stared lightly, her expression was obviously cold, but it always made his heart beat faster.
Yan Changkong curled his lips, smiled slightly, and poured the wine from the flask.
Throughout his life, the most relaxed and comfortable days were actually the months when he was taken away by her.
In that paradise, I stole a few days of leisure.
The red candle fell to the ground and the fire spread rapidly.
The prince in red clothes was sitting on the small couch by the window, with one hand on his chin and his eyes lightly closed, with a light and indifferent smile on his lips amid the flames.
Nansang conquered Dongpu and passed by the East China Sea.
As a battlefield coordinator, he sailed with the army on the sea and passed by a small island off the coast. The pirates on the island were shocked. They mistakenly thought that the queen who killed the palace was settling accounts and showed up to beg for mercy. The clues were revealed in his words.
At that time, he had already guessed that she might still be alive.
He did not mention it to his imperial grandfather.
Today's emperor's grandfather died and the Nansang Kingdom fell. Among them, he lived as an unfaithful, unjust and unfilial person, and he was ashamed of everyone.
…
"A strange letter."
On the thatched roof of the Su family, Bai Yu handed a letter to Tianbao, "Yan Changkong gave it to the secret agent of Shadian before he died."
"Yan Changkong? So, he has already discovered the identity of the spy?" Tianbao was slightly surprised and opened the letter.
The letter begins with a few simple strokes and a totem of wolf claws with sharp nails.
There are just a few words under the totem. The black ink font is thick and powerful, with a sharp edge. The words are like the person, calm and peaceful.
——I once had a dream.
——Nansang has been fighting for five years and unified the Central Plains for five years. He has become a magic weapon when he succeeds, and he has a magic weapon when he loses.
——The divine soldiers violently brought chaos to the world, and foreigners took advantage of the opportunity to invade and occupy the middle land.
——Although it is a dream, I feel sad for it, and tell you to know it, so as to prevent trouble before it happens.
--This may be the only thing I can do for you.
——I am lucky to know you, and I wish you long peace.
——Yan Changkong’s masterpiece.
Tianbao put away the letter and looked up at the sky.
In autumn in October, the sky is high and crisp, with floating clouds clustering around.
A palace in Nansang was destroyed by a raging fire, and the man who wrote the final letter was burned in the fire.
Now that this person is gone, everything is in vain.
If there is reincarnation in this world, I hope you will have eternal peace in the next life.
