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When Bai Yu woke up one day, he learned that he had finally arrived outside Chang'an City.
Wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth, he turned over and continued to sleep. He hadn't entered the city yet. Wait until he did. Who knows if it would take him three or four days to get into Chang'an. As for saying that he couldn't get in, it was impossible. Bai Yu didn't believe it. There are no big bosses such as Yuan Shengun and Li Xiangyan behind the matter. If the Demon Sect does not want to suffer heavy losses, it is the best choice to escape.
Maybe God sensed Li Chongjun's sadness and sent rain. The cool rain soaked through Li Chongjun's anger and extinguished his dreams...
Within two days, the soldiers guarding the city took the initiative to open the city gate, put down their weapons, and surrendered.
The surrender of these defenders saved the ancient capital from being destroyed by the war, and also saved the lives of his family. Li Chongjun rode a tall horse and passed among the kneeling soldiers on both sides of the street. No one took action, and they didn't even bother to pull out their swords. Li Chongjun is unprecedented for the emperor to reach this stage.
The raindrops fell on the awnings of the shops on both sides of the street, and the sound of horse hooves on the stone pavement was clear.
Behind the emperor riding a tall horse were carriages. The senior officials who had been driven out or escaped once again returned to Chang'an, as if to prove their wisdom to those who stayed here. The long motorcade entered Zhuque Street, drizzle All that could be heard below was the sound of wheels and horse hooves.
There were people peeking out of the houses on both sides of the road, worried that the rebels would cause trouble. Fortunately, this scene did not happen.
One of the nine-horse carriages covered by curtains attracted many people's attention. The nine-horse carriage, the exquisite and gorgeous carriage covered with gold foil, the expensive silk curtains, and the faint figure in the carriage, everything is so mysterious. .
Bai Yu only has one feeling about Chang'an at present, which is depression.
When I first came to Chang'an a long time ago, the streets were bustling and the people were strolling around, talking and laughing, and it was worthy of being called the first ancient capital in the world. Now, the streets are so quiet that horses can gallop, the people are hiding in the cracks of doors and are terrified, and shops have been closed for a long time.
Faced with this situation, I expressed emotion.
"No wonder he surrendered without even bothering to release an arrow. He is not qualified to be a tyrant."
Along the way, we kept seeing troops laying down their weapons and surrendering. Even the imperial guards began to surrender in an organized manner. I am afraid that these will be written into the history books for future generations to laugh at.
The team continued to move forward and could see the majestic Daming Palace in the distance.
There was no resistance, only the palace guards and officials of all sizes kneeling on both sides, as well as the few remaining family elders in Chang'an City.
Li Chongqian rode past these people with a cold expression and said nothing.
Bai Yu felt that it wasn't that Li Chongqian was cold or classy, but that he was probably tense and nervous and didn't know what to do, so he could only keep a cold face to maintain his image.
We walked all the way to the outside of Daming Palace.
Many troops and carriages stopped in the square, and Li Chongqian and more than a hundred people rode towards the Daming Palace.
The heavy red-painted palace door slowly opened in front of Li Chongqian, and a breeze mixed with the decaying smell of Daming Palace came from the gate hole.
The guards had surrendered and knelt down. The rain had wet their clothes and dripped down their chins. No one dared to move. The palace door was wide open and completely undefended.
Walking into the palace gate, the city wall above his head blocked the rain, and the dark door made Li Chongqian a little nervous.
Even more nervous, frightened and crazy than him was the emperor's fourth brother in the palace, Li Chongjun.
There were no maids or eunuchs in the hall, only a disheveled madman wielding a sword and slashing wildly. The screen made of expensive wood was chopped to pieces with a sword, the golden nanmu table was kicked to the ground, and the paintings of famous artists were all torn to pieces and chopped wildly. Li Chongjun suddenly set his sights on the dragon chair. The chair he once longed for so much now seemed to be mocking himself as a short-lived emperor.
"I'll chop it up! I'll chop up your broken chair! Go to hell!"
The chair that his ancestors had sat on for hundreds of years was littered with sawdust...
Li Chongqian, who arrived in front of the main hall where Li Chongjun was sitting without any obstruction, saw a madman sitting in a daze on a broken dragon chair.
Water dripped from the eaves, and the tinkling sound even echoed in the empty and quiet hall.
Many holes were cut into the window grilles, and the cold and damp wind blew into the hall, causing Li Chongjun's hair to flutter wildly. The sword fell aside, and the wax on the copper crane lampstand was about to drip to the ground. The small flames of the remaining candles illuminated the dark building. The strong stench of the palace reminded Li Chongjun of the smell of hiccups after drinking alcohol and eating meat.
Li Chongjun, wearing a dragon robe and disheveled hair, raised his head.
"You came?"
After saying that, he remembered something again, got up and bent down to look for something in the mess.
"Where is my crown? Where has it gone?"
I finally found my crown and put it on my head with great difficulty. Because my posture was wrong and no one could help me, my hair got tangled in it and couldn't be pulled off. I worked hard for a long time before I finally put it on my head. After feeling satisfied, Shi Shiran walked back to the throne and sat down. .
Li Chongjun and everyone behind him watched quietly, as if they were watching another farce. His hair was disheveled and his crown was crooked. It was funny and a little pitiful.
"Why don't you kneel down when you see me? Why don't you kneel down quickly!"
No one moved, still watching Li Chongjun's madness quietly.
"Fourth brother, it's over."
The word "end" was like a poisonous thorn piercing deeply into Li Chongjun's heart. The unwillingness and anger suppressed in his heart exploded wildly, and he roared hysterically.
"nonsense!"
"It's all you traitors and traitors who want to seize my country! This world belongs to me!"
"None of you can take it away!"
"Traitors! They are all traitors!"
"Why do you resist when I ask someone to kill you? Don't you know that you can't disobey your orders?"
Li Chongqian didn't know whether the fourth brother was really crazy or pretending to be crazy. The farce should be over, but he couldn't kill him. He could kill his brother but Li Chongqian couldn't. Now There are only two brothers left. If one more dies, he will really be alone.
"You go, I can make you a rich man and live in peace until you grow old."
After all, he still relented.
Li Chongjun raised his head, his eyes filled with disbelief and understanding. As for being a rich man and enjoying his old age in peace, it was just a luxury. No one would let an emperor who was forced to abdicate continue to live, especially those from aristocratic families who forced Li Chongjun to abdicate. , abdication has only one ending, and that is death.
"Lao Jiu."
"What does fourth brother want to say?"
"Don't trust anyone, remember, it's everyone..."
Li Chongjun slumped on the dragon chair and twitched. A delicate ornate dagger in the palm of his hand stabbed diagonally into the second rib from the waist up. His eyes looked at the exquisite roof of the hall. The moist cold wind blew through his hair and shook it. The crooked hair above his head The crown was pulled aside, and a generation of emperors committed suicide on the dragon throne that they had struggled to possess only in a short lifetime.
Everything ended quickly. Li Chongqian looked at the desolate corpse that was getting colder and wondered whether he should celebrate that he was about to become emperor. The cool breeze blowing into the hall from the broken windows made his whole body cold.
In particular, Li Chongjun's last words before his death echo in his ears all the time.
Who can be trusted? He is just a destitute son of the late emperor. His personal maids and eunuchs ran away. Every day he worried about someone coming to assassinate him. Suddenly he transformed into a prince and was about to ascend to the throne. He was manipulated all the way to this imperial city. How could the Li Tang royal family? Are you so depressed?
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