Fifth prince?
Don't tell her that she is locked up here because she killed the fifth prince?
The prince and the fifth prince are enemies!
"You don't need to know so much, it's just a life to kill."
As soon as he finished speaking, Liang Song whipped Baili Xin with the whip in his hand.
In the twenty-fifth year of Yuanjia, the general of the Western Region returned to the capital. At that time, five years had passed since Song Yuan ascended the throne.
During the five years of Song Yuan's reign, the country was peaceful and the people were living and working in peace and contentment. The only flaw was that the emperor's harem was vacant. On the contrary, the young master of the Shen family was very close to the emperor and even often lived in the palace.
The ministers had to wonder whether His Majesty had a habit of cutting off his sleeves, but they did not dare to say anything because of Song Yuan's reputation, and they did not even dare to give a few words of advice or advice.
Jinluan Palace.
Song Yuangao sat at the top and looked at the man in armor below who raised his hand: "General Song, thank you for your hard work. When you come back this time, you can rest assured and rest in the Imperial Capital for a few months."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Song Zeqian held up his hands and looked up at the aloft emperor with gratitude in his heart.
They never thought that one day they would be able to stand upright in the temple, with one hundred thousand elite soldiers in their hands, and all of this was given to them by His Royal Highness.
"I haven't been out of the palace for a long time. Is General Song free to accompany me for a walk?"
"Of course, Your Majesty."
Song Zeqian responded, saw Song Yuan raising his hand, and quickly stepped forward to support him.
Just like many years ago, one of them is the prince and the other is a personal guard.
"Where do you want to go, Your Majesty?"
"Qingling Temple, I haven't been there for a long time."
"good."
"Call Fifteen and the others."
"Um."
"Your Majesty, I want to go too!"
Shen Mochi was hiding aside and tinkering with the gadgets Song Zeqian had brought back. When he saw the two of them leaving, he quickly put down his things and chased after them.
Qingling Temple.
Nowadays, the country is prosperous and Song Yuan has no heirs. It is rare that the imperial capital is free of those overt and covert struggles.
Behind Qingling Temple is an endless peach forest, with peach blossoms blooming beautifully.
Song Yuan was walking in the front, Shen Mochi was holding a pancake bought casually on the roadside and gnawing seriously, and Song Ze was walking modestly behind on the right.
There is a long path in Taolin. At the end of the path is a solitary bridge. There is no road on the other side of the bridge, but there is a conspicuous solitary grave.
The lonely soul does not have any gorgeous decorations, but simply puts up a wooden sign with the four words "Ying Yi's Tomb" simply engraved on it.
Song Yuan and Song Zeqian walked to the lonely soul and stopped. Neither of them spoke.
Shen Mochi realized something was wrong, quickly stuffed the pancake into his mouth, held Song Yuan's sleeve and stood aside, not daring to disturb him.
The breeze blows, and the peach blossoms on the trees are fluttering, falling one after another, falling on people's shoulders and hair, and falling on lonely graves.
"Your Majesty, I remember that you buried a lot of peach blossom wine before. How about we bring a jar to the eldest brother next time?" The eldest brother likes to drink the peach blossom wine from Xiao Shiba Niang the most.
"Your Majesty didn't bring it, but we brought it today." A familiar voice sounded.
Song Yuan and Song Zeqian turned around and saw Liang Song holding up several wine jars in his hands. Behind him were men and women from a few years ago. Except for Seventeen, Thirteen and Fifteen who often appeared around Song Yuan, the remaining ten Several people are important figures in the court.
There are the imperial envoys and officials from the Yushitai, the Minister of the Ministry of Justice, the Minister of the Ministry of Rites, and even the general Qin Huai and the national counselor Yin Li.
No wonder the villain in this plane acts with certainty of victory, and all the people who have the say in this emotional court are hers.
"Your Highness, we may not have been together like this for a long time." Qin Huai took the wine in Liang Song's hand and handed it to Song Yuan, "If the eldest brother is still here, he will definitely be very happy to see Xiao Shiba today."
"Everything today was achieved by everyone together." Song Yuan took the wine jar, pulled out the cork, and poured the wine in front of the lonely grave.
"Your Majesty is all wise and powerful." Imperial Master Yin Li lifted up his clothes and knelt down, kneeling towards Song Yuan and towards the solitary grave, "Your Majesty would have been more willing to choose us back then, otherwise we would just be mass graves." A lonely ghost."
It would have been impossible for them to come out of the death camp without Prince Xiao Shiba. Although they did not die in the fighting, the secret guards who were eliminated were indeed sentenced to death. It was Xiao Shiba who begged the emperor for them. Be a shadow guard.
"Thank you for your kindness! We will always follow your Majesty!"
"My subordinates will always follow Your Majesty!"
The wind blew by, ruffling Song Yuan's clothes and hair. She looked away from the shadow guards who were kneeling on the ground, looked at the delicate peach blossoms blooming in the distance, and uttered one word lightly: "Okay."
In order to survive back then, she never thought about asking anyone to be grateful to her. It was all just to gain a foothold in the deep palace. Everything she held tightly in her hands, whether it was a shadow guard or an object, was just a sharp knife in her hand. Blade.
At that time, Song Yuan had no heart. He was only filled with calculations and the inability to survive.
"Host, before you leave this world, as long as you kill the villain, Ren Jiu will have completed your mission." 113's voice suddenly sounded in the sea of consciousness.
Shen Mochi snorted and held Song Yuan's hand tightly: "You can control whether I complete the task or not. How can such a pitiful villain bully her?"
"She's pitiful? She's pitiful because she holds the imperial power?" 113 almost lost his temper. In the previous world, it would have been fine if he didn't complete the mission, but in this world, sympathy for the villains was overflowing.
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Death camp.
The dark and oppressive iron cage was opened, and a child in brocade clothes was thrown in, making the children in the cage with ragged clothes look sideways.
The little Song Yuan slowly got up from the ground, tightened his clothes and lowered his head, making his face unclear.
Song Yuan had not been in the cage for half a quarter of an hour before someone lifted her out and stuffed a short knife into her hand.
"Kill him, or be killed by him, it's your choice." The person who handed her the short knife said.
Song Yuan glanced at the boy opposite her who was younger than her, then turned to look at Emperor Dayuan who was watching the show in the distance. She suddenly gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, then rushed forward and inserted the knife into the body of the child who was full of fear. middle.
Kill her or she will die.
If the final fight in the death camp could only be stopped if one person survived, instead of killing thirty people, then she would kill the next seventeen shadow guards without hesitation.
"call……"
Under the bright yellow mosquito net, Song Yuan stood up suddenly.
It had been a long time since she had dreamed about the past. After more than ten years of planning, she had no time to recall the past. Instead, after becoming emperor, she would always dream about the past.
She raised her hand and pressed her eyebrows hard, and glanced at Shen Mochi, who was lying on the small couch outside, before she lay down on the bed again.
It's all over, and suddenly the goal is lost.
.
In the forty-seventh year of Yuanjia, Song Yuan, the Yongming Emperor of the Dayuan Dynasty, died at the age of forty-six.
With Emperor Yongming on the throne, the world was prosperous and prosperous, which was an unprecedented sign of prosperity for the Dayuan Dynasty.
.
In the thick darkness.
In the ever-changing void.
In a floating crystal coffin, there lay a god whose face could not be seen clearly. As bits of golden light from beyond the abyss seeped into her body, her slender white hands on her sides trembled.
When Liu Guang was a child, the crystal coffin was swallowed up by darkness again, and even a corner of it could no longer be seen.
It was as if everything had never happened, and this was still a place of nothingness where nothing could stay.
