Ninggu Pagoda.
This is a wild place covered with snow all year round.
There is no bitter cold in the ancient world, but there are strong winds and thunder and lightning every night.
In September, the river surface is completely covered with ice and frost, and it is completely white as far as the eye can see.
Wu Zhaoqian is a young talented man from a scholarly family.
He was in prison because of words, a poem, Qingfeng was illiterate.
He thought this was an attempt to satirize the Qing Dynasty and was sent to Ninggu Pagoda.
He couldn't help but tremble in his heart as he looked at the miserable state of this barbaric land.
Along the way, he felt that this place was worse than hell.
"Why? Why? The court would treat him like this."
He was at an age when he should have served his country, but he suffered such abuse just because of a poem.
He is not convinced...
There was a long stream of people, like animals, trudging through the wind and snow.
One day's rations were not enough to eat, and many people were so skinny that they were about to die.
Some people fell down midway and could never get up again.
Some were so hungry that they chewed grass roots to fill their stomachs.
Others simply look for opportunities to commit suicide.
It was bitterly cold all the way, people died of hunger everywhere, and wolves feasted on them.
Even a weak woman cannot escape the poisonous hand, as long as she has bright eyes and white teeth.
All the way north, no clothes are intact.
As long as he is seen by the armored man, he is willing to be humiliated.
Every day and every night, the woman's cry echoes in the vast wilderness.
Many female prisoners died after seeing this horrific scene.
Among them was an old lady from the county magistrate, who was over sixty years old and was living in exile with her granddaughter.
She saw with her own eyes that her granddaughter, who was originally alive and kicking, was ravaged by the Tartars.
My heart is like a knife, but I am powerless and I am crying all the time.
"Oh my God! Why does my poor granddaughter suffer so much?!"
Sorrow, cry, sorrow...
She was kneeling on the ground, her hair disheveled, and she was crying like crazy.
The cries were like thunder, resounding among the crowd.
Her eyes were covered with frost, but it couldn't hide the pain.
The savage armored men and Qing soldiers looked at the old lady jokingly.
They all laughed in unison.
Along the way, they liked to see the painful and helpless expressions of these people from China.
There was lust in the eyes of several soldiers. The more painful these people screamed, the more excited they became.
The old lady's granddaughter was wailing in pain at this moment.
My child!
The old lady was extremely desperate. This was the child she had raised with so much hard work.
This is the granddaughter I have seen since childhood.
But now, how could she accept such a tragic fate for her granddaughter.
This despair made her collapse.
this moment.
Everyone around who heard it burst into tears and cried.
Some people were shaking uncontrollably.
Are these people still human?
He is simply worse than a beast.
Life here is worse than death, but death is still sweet.
She slowly took out the poison from her arms and prepared to drink it with her granddaughter.
I hope that the next life will be a world without Hulu.
Right now.
An extremely domineering voice came from the gold list in the sky.
"I am here to defend the territory and open up borders."
"Swipe away the barbarians and secure the four directions forever!"
"When I die, I turn into a dragon soul."
"Bless me, China, forever!"
..
"Destroy the barbarians!"
"Bless me China!"
This sound rang in the ears of the exiled crowd, exploding like spring thunder.
Wu Zhaoqian froze on the spot like a fool and murmured.
"Destroy the barbarians and protect China!"
He lowered his head and yelled like crazy: "This is the real emperor of China. The Qing captives are cruel and unkind. You should be damned!"
"First Emperor, save us!"
Following Wu Zhaoqian's voice, the sound echoed throughout the wilderness.
The old lady also roared,
At this moment, the eyes of the crowd were filled with tears, filled with hatred, anger, and great resentment.
One by one, they knelt on the ground and screamed.
"Save us!"
"Save us!"
Who would have thought that this voice would suddenly appear at this time.
The expressions of many armored men changed drastically.
Directly command the soldiers to pin these prisoners to the ground.
Because there were too few soldiers, there were too many people shouting.
The scene was chaotic.
"Shut up! Are you tired of living?"
Following this roar, an armored man pulled Wu Zhaoqian out.
Prepare to chop him with a knife.
In an instant, the crowd fell silent.
Faced with such power, they felt fear in their hearts.
The armored man smiled sternly, a slave is a slave.
Instinctively afraid of the master.
With a murderous look in his eyes, he lowered his sword and prepared to chop off Wu Zhaoqian's head.
Poof!
A cloud-piercing arrow pierced the armored man's neck.
I saw a man holding a sword and walking slowly.
Kill one step at a time.
"Who are you?"
Wu Zhaoqian asked curiously.
"Heaven and Earth will meet, Chen Jinnan."
"The First Emperor is too far away. If you want to save yourself, pick up the knife in your hand."
Wu Zhaoqian looked at this figure, hesitated for a moment, and slowly picked up the blood-stained iron knife of the armored man.
Then, countless figures emerged from the snow.
"Drive out the Tartars and restore China."
"kill!"
..
Qing Dynasty, Qianqing Hall.
When Kangxi and other ministers heard Ying Zheng's domineering words, they were shocked and speechless.
Kangxi collapsed on the throne and lost his energy.
There is such an emperor in China, how could he be the ruler of China?
The minister below stepped forward shamelessly.
"Your Majesty, you created the prosperous Qing Dynasty. You are the emperor of the ages."
"Ying Zheng's literary and martial arts skills, how can he compare with you!"
The ministers kept flattering each other, and Kangxi's complexion gradually improved.
"This... Ying Zheng has such a loud tone!"
"I have been walking on thin ice all my life."
"The young man ascended the throne, killed Obai, defeated the Three Kingdoms, and destroyed Galdan. This is not a great achievement that will leave a name in history."
"I am not better than this Ying Zheng in any way."
"I am the true king of Kyushu. Tianwen Sword didn't choose me. I'm really blind."
The ministers below shouted in unison.
"Your Majesty is the Holy Son of Heaven and the common master of the world."
After Kangxi listened, he sat on the imperial chair and looked up at the golden list.
He is the real emperor.
At this moment, the bodyguard Tu Lichen hurriedly ran over.
"Report, Your Majesty, the Minister of Military and Aircraft wants to see you."
Kangxi frowned slightly and said, "Declare the decree and go to the palace."
"Your Majesty, the Tiandi Hui, Honghua Hui, and White Lotus Sect in Ning Guta, Yanjing and other places have rebelled."
Hearing this, Kangxi's anger instantly surged up.
"Reverse, reverse!"
He slapped the table in front of the emperor and said angrily: "A bunch of dog slaves dare to rebel."
"Come here, send Nian Gengyao to lead the troops to quell the rebellion. They will all be killed without mercy!"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
One wave has not subsided, and another wave has arisen.
Li Dequan ran up to the hall again and whispered in Kangxi's ear.
"The prince went to the harem...for a private meeting...with his concubine Zheng Chunhua..."
At this moment Kangxi was confused.
Zheng Chunhua!
This is the concubine in his harem!
Prince! !
A burst of blood rushed to Tianmen, and Kangxi's eyes were spinning and his eyes were black.
He hates lust.
The string in my mind snapped.
He couldn't bear it anymore.
The majestic ninety-five-year-old man was actually cuckolded.
What a bullshit emperor!
What bullshit, Holy Son of Heaven!
None of this matters.
"Come here, bring this unfilial son to me!"
Kangxi's eyes turned red and he roared.
