Collection of Huaxia: the beginning of the inventory of the top ten ancient figures

Song Ci couldn't help but look at Song Lizong as if he saw the greatest hope.

Song Lizong stretched out his hand to help Song Ci up, and patted him on the shoulder. Song Ci turned and went out, and when he walked outside the Xuande Hall, he saw more than a dozen first- and second-rank ministers kneeling outside the door.

Seeing Song Ci walking out, Cao Gang quickly stood up, pulled Song Ci and asked, "Song Ci, Song Ci, did you hand over all those things to the Holy One?"

Song Ci nodded, looking cold and heartless, Cao Gang's face suddenly turned gray, he let go of Song Ci's hand, and cried: "What can we do! Song Ci, if the Holy Majesty sees those things, our lives will die , the lives of our family members will be thrown away too! Song Ci! How could you give those things to the Holy One!!"

Song Ci looked at these people crying into a ball, and said coldly: "If you don't do these things, there will be no consequences today."

The audience in front of the TV also nodded.

"That's right, if you don't do bad things, will there be such consequences?"

"That's right! Take it easy, hahahahaha, justice will eventually defeat evil!"

"Hoho, I won! I won! I'm so happy, Song Ci's struggle is not useless!"

"Woooooh, his struggle is not useless!!"

The audience shouted loudly, feeling extremely happy, and Song Ci was also a little bit happy. He looked at the sky above his head. Although it was dark at night, he felt that tomorrow might be a good weather.

Just when this group of people were crying and one person was laughing, smoke suddenly rose from the palace behind, and someone inside shouted loudly: "It's the water! It's the water!!"

Song Ci froze on the spot for a moment, he turned his head to look, the emperor came out from inside, looking at Song Ci and these howling courtiers.

Song Ci bowed his hands and asked: "Your Majesty, where is the water?"

The emperor said in a flat tone, "The Xuande Palace is flooded."

Song Ci was standing there in a daze, the evidence of the eight large boxes was placed in the Xuande Hall!
The downtrodden courtiers were stunned when they heard that it was the Xuande Palace that was passing through the water, and then looked up at the emperor.

The emperor reached out and patted Song Ci on the shoulder, and said: "Song Aiqing has worked hard collecting evidence this time. Unfortunately, the Xuande Hall was flooded, and the eight boxes were also destroyed. However, I will commend Song Aiqing's achievements."

Song Ci froze in place. He didn't say a word. When the officials heard that all eight boxes had been burned, they shouted with joy: "Long live my emperor! My emperor is wise!!"

But in an instant, the situation was completely reversed, Song Ci's heart became more and more desperate, and the happy voices of the courtiers next to him reached his ears, which made Song Ci feel even more disheartened.

The audience was also stunned for a moment, they felt a coldness emerge from their bones, and then spread to the whole body.

They didn't know what to say. They thought they had found some hope in the sauce jar, but they found that the white thing was not just mold floating on the surface of the sauce jar. Rot or rot.

"I"

"I'm desperate"

"Me too"

Everyone was stunned, like Song Ci, they didn't know what to say.

It was already dark, there were no stars in the sky, and even the moonlight was so dim that people felt disgusted, Song Ci lost his mind and somehow walked out of the palace gate, as soon as he walked out of the palace gate, the palace gate was closed immediately.

In front of him was a bright street lamp, and the sound of pedestrians laughing could be heard from far away. Behind him was the silent Miyagi. The tall city walls and black shadows enveloped Song Ci, making Song Ci feel suffocated.

He turned around and looked at the imperial city, then reached out and took off his official hat, and then took off the official uniform on his body, folded them up little by little, and then put them outside the palace gate, he walked towards the imperial city Kowtowing lightly, then stood up, looked up at the sky and walked into the distance.

The street lights in front of him are so bright, and the Miyagi behind them is so magnificent, but behind these two, there is an endless night without any starlight, and even the moonlight is like a moldy night.

Song Ci stood in the dark night, the shirt on his body looked so white and out of place, he walked, raised his head, step by step, exhausted all his strength, and then fell powerlessly on the road in front of the brilliant street lights.

He fell down, but the desperate back of that step by step just now remained in everyone's eyes.

The audience covered their mouths and wept uncontrollably.

What kind of despair is this?

This is a kind of despair that he struggled desperately, but was still unable to tear through the darkness that enveloped him.You know that you are in a cocoon, you think that there is light outside, so you tear this layer of cocoon, only to find that the outside is still a cocoon, you tear layer after layer, but you still can't see a little light, In the end, you thought that you were finally going to tear the last layer. You seemed to see the light outside from the cocoon, but when you stretched out your hand to tear it, you found that there was boundless darkness outside.

You want to go back, but behind, there is no way.

"Wooooooow, I can't accept this ending!"

"It's too difficult! It's too difficult! I feel hopeless!"

"Sure enough, Ji Dong is an old thief. He picked up the knife again and slashed my heart!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh

The audience watched the live broadcast, and after Song Ci fell, they thought it was the end.

But the live broadcast time is not over yet, there is still a little behind, everyone is watching the live broadcast.

In the picture, the sky is gradually brightening. The cloudy sky seems to have not changed at all. The camera is overlooking the whole Bianjing. Bianjing is still bustling and lively. It seems that there is no change at all because of the fire in Xuande Hall yesterday.

The camera gradually rises, rises, gradually rises above the cloudy clouds, breaks through the thick cloudy clouds, and above the sky, it is sunny.

Huaxia Collection? Chapter of Song Ci, officially ended.

But the viewers in the live broadcast room were reluctant to leave for a long time. This time the collection was different from the past. In the past, the live broadcast room immediately turned black when the collection ended.

The sunlight in the picture is so strong that people are blinded, but the audience just looks at it like this, and tears are shed unconsciously while watching.

Huaxia's audience deeply understands the meaning of this last picture.

"After Song Ci's incomparably deep despair, Lin Shen still told us not to give up hope, above this cloud is a sunny day!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

"It's too difficult. The back of Song Ci walking on the road is still in my mind. Although the sky is sunny above the clouds, Song Ci will never be seen."

"Don't give up hope, brothers! Song Ci has seen despair, but we have seen hope. The justice that Song Ci upholds should be upheld by us!! We must learn from Song Ci! Don't let justice be absent, justice should not be absent, should not be in Will show up when needed!"