Zhang Julu died. He died miserably. He punished the nine tribes and did not give him a posthumous title.
The one who received the opposite treatment from Zhang Julu was the vassal king Zhao Ying who lost his life in the disaster. He was so sad and honored that the emperor personally issued an imperial edict and gave him the posthumous title "Yi" and said, "I feel like I have lost my humerus."
In the bone-chilling night, a couple walked hand in hand in front of the majestic hall. Zhao Dun, the emperor of the Zhao family, turned around and helped his wife tighten the knot on her chest, then looked up at the top of the palace, pointed at it, and laughed softly.
"With sincerity and sincerity, all the ministers share the autumn moon. With the same spirit, brothers sit together in the spring breeze. It was here that the late emperor formed a friendship with Xu Xiao and Yang Taisui. Their brotherhood and relationship between monarch and minister will shine through the ages, and I am very envious of it. .”
Speaking of this, the emperor of the Zhao family suddenly looked dark.
He thought of the courtier Zhang Julu with whom he had almost created an eternal legend.
The emperor subconsciously clenched his fists and dug his nails into his flesh.
In fact, the emperor of the Zhao family went to Zhao Prison once, but he always stood far away from him, from late night to early morning, but he could never walk in and face the man.
He was afraid, afraid that the purple-bearded and blue-eyed man would be miserable in prison, and afraid that he would see the devastated look of the current chief minister.
But what really worries me is that the scholar named Zhang Julu is not depressed at all, he just laughs and calls Zhao Dun a fool.
Holding Zhao Dun's fist tenderly with one hand, it was Zhao Zhi, the queen of Muyi Tianxia. Seeing his man looking over, Zhao Zhi smiled slightly, gently put his head on his shoulder, and comforted softly: "Your Majesty, you have no choice but to do this for the sake of the stability of the world. I think Zhang Shoufu also understands His Majesty's state of mind, otherwise it wouldn't be possible." It will tarnish its name."
Zhao Dun sighed, and his clenched fists gradually relaxed.
Yes, for the people of the world and for the stability of Liyang.
"hehe."
A slightly mocking sneer suddenly sounded.
"Who? Who is it!?"
Zhao Zhi's face hardened, and he immediately returned to the queen's graceful demeanor.
A slender figure slowly walked out of the darkness, dressed in black that seemed thicker than the night.
"Emperor Murong Tong!?" Zhao Zhi exclaimed in surprise.
"I prefer others to call me Murong Alliance Leader or Murong Wudi."
Yu Liancheng put his hands behind his back and walked towards the emperor and empress slowly.
"What are you going to do!?" The Emperor of the Zhao family snorted coldly.
"Kill you." Yu Liancheng raised his eyebrows and softly uttered two words.
Suddenly, the murderous aura came out of his body and almost turned into substance.
The palace, which was already a bit chilly, felt as if it was the twelfth lunar month of winter in an instant, with chills running from the soles of the feet to the forehead and brows.
"You dare!?" The emperor of the Zhao family frowned, and the aura that belonged to the emperor escaped, which was enough to make the barbarians surrender and make the ministers fearful.
"Don't I dare!?" Yu Liancheng glanced casually, and the emperor of the Zhao family immediately flew out as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, spitting blood from his mouth.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..." Zhao Zhi trotted all the way and hurriedly helped Zhao Dun up. His phoenix eyes glared: "Emperor Murong Tong, everyone in the world knows that you are on good terms with Beiliang. If you kill your Majesty, Liyang and Beiliang will not die. On and on. Once Beiliang and Liyang fall out and Beimang takes the opportunity to enter and set foot in the Central Plains, what will happen to the broken mountains and rivers? Don’t you think about the millions of households in Beiliang and the people all over the world? "
Yu Liancheng clapped his hands and laughed so hard that his stomach ached and tears almost fell from his eyes.
But I don’t know why, when there was such a commotion, the imperial guards on duty around them seemed not to have heard it, and remained as motionless as clay sculptures.
"I knew it would be this kind of rhetoric. You, oh, you, other than using the people of the world to cover up your hypocritical faces, act as if you can't speak?"
After a while, Yu Liancheng wiped away the tears from laughter at the corner of his eyes and looked at the pale emperor Zhao Dun: "Killing you will indeed cause turmoil in Liyang and Beiliang, but if you don't die or no one knows about you, If you die, that won’t be enough.”
The queen was just confused when she saw the figure of the handsome man in front of her changing rapidly, his features becoming more and more familiar. Finally, when she screamed in surprise, the appearance of the man in black turned out to be the same as the emperor of the Zhao family in her arms. Exactly the same.
"You see, as long as I put on the dragon robe again, I will be the emperor. From now on, the Zhao family's empire will be left to me to manage. With my unparalleled cultivation, my control of the martial arts, and the good relationship with Beiliang relationship, I can guarantee that the Central Plains will be stable for at least two hundred years."
"So, Old Zhao, can you die? Zhao Zhi, don't worry, it doesn't matter who is the emperor, you are the queen anyway." The emperor in black approached Zhao Zhi and Zhao Chun step by step, still with that strange look on his face The smile was as if it were a demon, looking at all living beings in a playful manner, full of bad taste.
"you you……"
The emperor and empress were speechless, with a look of horror in their eyes.
At this moment, the figure flashed, and the young eunuch appeared in the middle of Yulian City and the emperor and queen, looking at the "Emperor in Black" solemnly.
Above the palace, the fortune of the Zhao family is rolling like a dragon.
Old Monster Wang is right. Fighting alone, he may not even be able to defeat the current Cao Changqing.
But this is the palace, his home court. He can mobilize Li Yang's hundreds of years of luck at any time, and he can even turn the entire Tai'an City into a grand formation.
In the great formation, he was invincible.
After a moment of stalemate, the atmosphere became more and more solemn, making people a little breathless.
"No more playing, no more playing."
Yu Liancheng chuckled, and the solemn atmosphere was swept away.
In an instant, Murong Wudi regained his handsome and demonic appearance. Before turning around and leaving, he glanced at the Queen and Emperor.
"Obviously it's just for the Zhao family, for the position under my own butt, so don't talk about becoming the world in a high-sounding way, for the common people."
"I'm a very disciplined person. Li Yang and Beiliang haven't completely lost their skin, and you haven't done anything that violates the bottom line, so I don't kill people. But...hehe, I'm very fond of your Zhao family. He is confident and does not have the courage that a hero should have. For the sake of the Zhao family, he has resorted to endless tricks. Maybe I will come to Tai'an City again soon after the new emperor ascends the throne."
"gone."
This time he really left.
The young eunuch glanced at the emperor and empress sitting on the grass, sighed softly, and quickly disappeared into the night.
…
Under the night, Yu Liancheng came to the cold palace.
Naturally, he didn't do it to steal fragrance and jade, but to pick people up and leave.
There was an old man with purple beard and blue eyes sitting on the jade steps. Although he was wearing a prison uniform, he still had an extraordinary demeanor, without any sign of decadence. Even his hair, which had not been washed for many days, was well taken care of. He was holding a bottle of wine in his hand and was sipping it slowly, showing a look of reminiscence from time to time.
The name of the wine is "Peach Blossom."
Love and be loved.
Seeing Yu Liancheng coming back, the old man with purple beard and blue eyes shook his head, smiled and let the former fulfill his wish.
He had done everything he needed to do in his life, and finally drank a glass of wine like this without any regrets and unwilling to leave again.
Yu Liancheng chuckled, waved his sleeves, and the two of them left the palace at the same time.
I am the dictatorial leader of the martial arts alliance, Murong. I will listen to you, an old man, whenever I do things.
…
Before the first year of Xiangfu was over, a terrible news came.
——The emperor passed away.
In the huge city of Tai'an, cries can be heard everywhere.
Then, a young man named Zhao, who had been a prince for more than 20 years and had only worn the prince's robe for more than half a year, put on the royal robe that was unique to the dynasty and ruled the world.
The young emperor sat high on the dragon throne.
When the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty knelt down and paid homage, he looked into the distance with an expressionless expression like the emperors of all dynasties.
Gradually he withdrew his gaze, and after admiring the crowd of kneeling figures inside and outside the palace, the young emperor raised his empty hand and said calmly, "All the ministers are equal."
As the ministers stood up one after another, Zhao Zhuan glanced to the northwest intentionally or unintentionally, and smiled unconsciously.
From today on, the Emperor of Liyang will be Zhao Zhuan.
The whole world worships you, Beiliang does the same.
The Liang Mang war has begun.
Let's fight, let's fight, it's best if we both lose.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
