lonely king

The Jiangbei mainland is in the season of spring, and Yeling, the capital of Jiangbei, is full of spring scenery, with greenery all over the hillside, and early flowers blooming and fragrant.It's just that at the wrong time, bloody corpses also squeezed into Yeling.

In the third year of King Jianghuai, the Jiang royal family withered.

The princes of the Three Kingdoms commanded an army of 100 million, and the troops were divided into three groups to surround Yeling, the capital of the Jiang royal family. At sunset, the city gate was broken, and the army attacked Yeling. The only [-] soldiers left in the Jiang Kingdom fought bloody battles, and the sound of horseshoes mixed with the sound of fighting through the streets.

Inside and outside the royal city, the people fled everywhere, and the soldiers blood stained the city.

King Jiang's palace also failed to escape the dilapidated scene, the palace people fled in a panic, and there was only one palace in the palace, which was extraordinarily quiet.Next to the resplendent and resplendent dragon chair in the Shang Dynasty Hall of the King Jiang, a teenager who was only in his teens was sitting on the ground.

The young man has delicate eyebrows, wearing a brocade dragon robe, and there is a heroic spirit between his brows, but his face is a little pale, which reduces the heroic spirit a bit, and he holds the paintbrush with his fair and slender fingers.

The nib of the pen is flexible, and he is scribbling on the ground. He lowers his head, unable to see the expression on his face, and concentrates on painting. If someone comes up to take a closer look, he can see that he is painting a portrait, heroic and invincible. man portrait.

The tip of the pen draws the last stroke, and the painting is complete.The young man slowly raised his head, glanced outside, and seemed to hear the sound of fighting at the gate of the city. The empty hall made his hearing particularly obvious.

With a bang, someone broke into the door.

A general holding a sword stood at the door. His face was covered with blood. He had suffered countless swords. His body was bloody and his battle clothes were in tatters. A drop of blood dripped down his hair to the ground. The expression on his face With pathos.

The young man sitting on the ground suddenly raised his head and glanced towards the door. After seeing the man's face clearly, a smile appeared on the young man's face, which was a bit childish.

"Uncle Wang is back!" The boy stood up.

The man met the boy's eyes, threw away the sword in his hand, and knelt on the ground.

"The minister is incompetent, no... failed to keep Yeling."

Yeling is broken.

The young man nodded. He put down the paintbrush in his hand, rushed to the man in a few steps, and pulled him up, "Don't worry about Uncle Wang, the lonely king already knows about it."

The young man twisted up his dragon robe and wiped the man's face a few times, revealing a handsome face, "Uncle Wang must have tried his best, so that's fine, the lonely king doesn't have to be this king anymore."

The man frowned, and looked up at the young man with a surprised expression.

"Your Majesty doesn't want to be king?"

"Uncle Wang, is it important whether you want to or not?" The young man looked at the man's face and smiled calmly, "The king's city has been broken, and there is no room for return. It doesn't matter whether the lonely king is willing or not. Breaking through the royal city, the crumbling Jiang royal family finally fell into the hands of the lonely king."

The man looked at the young man's face, there was no sadness on his face, and even the clarity in his eyes when he first ascended the throne, he didn't know his mood when he said these words.

The man suddenly felt sad, even more heartbroken than when the city gate of Yeling was broken.

"Nian'er, I was wrong, maybe I shouldn't support you to ascend the throne."

The young man raised his brows slightly, was taken aback for a moment, and then said with a little joy in his tone, "Uncle Wang hasn't called Gu Wang Nian'er for a long time."

"Nian'er..." The man clenched his fists, but his face was full of sadness, with tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

"I knew that I couldn't defend the world for Nian'er. I shouldn't have let Nian'er take the throne in the first place, and bear the eternal infamy of destroying the country."

What hurts him is that his support did not make him a monarch admired by all, but made him a king of subjugation.The Great Jiang Dynasty ruled for more than 200 years, but in the end, a young man was charged with destroying the country.

He was naturally heartbroken.

"Uncle Wang, you don't need to say any more," the young man reached out to wipe away the clear tears on the man's cheeks, and instead smiled lightly. "Whether it is infamy through the ages, after the ashes return to the ashes, you and I will never know again, it doesn't matter."

"Nian'er doesn't blame me?" The man raised his head.

The boy suddenly laughed, "Why does the lonely king blame Uncle Wang? If he wants to blame it, blame this turbulent world."

The princes of the Three Kingdoms rebelled at the same time and jointly attacked the Jiang Dynasty. No matter how strange it is, it can't be blamed on Uncle Wang.

The young man raised his eyes and glanced outside the hall, the setting sun had completely subsided, and the sound of fighting was getting closer.The allied forces of the princes should have reached the gate of the palace, but they will capture the palace in a few moments and enter the hall without any room for loopback.

"It's just hard work, Uncle Wang, and I'm going to be with the lonely king."

The young man took the candle that had been placed beside him long ago, and twisted the wick. The king's city was broken. As a king, he naturally had no reason to live. Instead of waiting for the army to rush into the palace and the traitors embarrass him, he might as well solve it by himself clean.

The boy raised his eyes slightly.

Wax oil dripped on the brocade carpet, Qi Hong's wax oil was very suitable for this brocade tapestry, as long as it was touched by fire, it would burn continuously, including the resplendent and magnificent hall.

Turning into smoke and dust may not be a way back.

The man suddenly reached out and grabbed the boy's wrist.

"No! It can't be like this!"

The young man frowned, "Uncle Wang doesn't want to be with the lonely king?"

The man shook his head, it's not that he doesn't want to be together, it's just...

The man held the young man's face and stroked the crown on the young man's head. When the young man ascended the throne three years ago, he resisted all opinions and quarreled with the princes of the Three Kingdoms. He put the crown on the young man's head. I remember the scene at that time.

"I support Nian'er, not to make Nian'er the king of subjugation, I want Nian'er to be the lord of the world!" The man's eyes sharpened.

"Wang...Uncle Wang?" The young man's brows became tighter and tighter.

The sound of fighting suddenly intensified, and a group of army horses broke through the gate of the palace, and the roar rushed into the ears, deafening.

Holding the red wax in the young man's slender hand, there was a slight tremor. The red wax fell on the embroidered tapestry. The candle hit the tapestry and burned instantly, spreading like a snake letter, wrapping around the young man's dragon robe.

The fire started to ignite in the main hall, but after a while, the fire spread to the entire King Jiang Palace, the flames were tens of feet high, reflecting the resplendent and magnificent hall even more brilliantly, and also reflected the royal city as if it were daytime.

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