History of Yongwu

King Jin died, and died again. This kind of rumor has not stopped since Yonghe seven years ago. How many people laughed it off, so let it go.But when the imperial decree was announced to the world, when a bloody human head was hung in front of the gate of the capital, people finally realized that this time it was not a joke.

If it wasn't a joke, then the world would be shaken. The King Jin who covered the sky with one hand and dared to persecute even the emperor died just like that.The news was faster than the cold winter wind, and it blew everywhere in the world in an instant.

Daliang City was dead silent, and everyone was at a loss. Wang Meng ran back with his broken body. The majestic city head stood in the sun, which reminded him of King Jin on Sifang Mountain.

"General Wang!"

"Where is Mr. Zhao?"

There was a sound in the room, and Zhao Zhiping ran out. The scholar's eyes were sunken, and he lost his usual confident expression.

With a bang, Wang Meng knelt on the ground and looked down at the blue brick in front of him, "My lord tells you, the world is peaceful."

After saying this sentence, General Wang, who had been galloping all the way, finally couldn't suppress the pain in his heart, and cried bitterly on the ground.

Zhao Zhiping stood where he was, looking at the front with no expression, as if he was stunned or didn't hear.The world is at peace, but King Jin is gone!

"General Wang" Zhao Zhiping knelt down and looked at him, "Would you still be willing to serve the prince?"

"Old Zhao?" Wang Meng was taken aback, then nodded solemnly and said, "The end will always be loyal to King Jin"

"Okay." Zhao Zhiping helped Wang Meng up, and said firmly, "I want to rectify the name of King Jin."

I understand your thoughts, the world is at peace, there should be no more wars, I take orders, but... this thousand li country is yours to calm down, don't deserve to die if you don't know why, this world should give you justice.

At the foot of the cliff, there were many ancient trees, which were extremely luxuriant. It was so luxuriant that His Royal Highness Jin fell all the way, breaking countless branches, and then fell into the icy cold lake with a bang.

"I fell to my death, or drowned" thought flashed, and then disappeared into the endless darkness.

In the darkness, Qin Yu seemed to be pushed by something, he kept falling, his whole body became colder and colder, and when he couldn't stand the cold, there would always be a warm current, torturing him repeatedly, but not letting him die.

After a long, long time, another cold hit, Qin Yu never waited for the warm current again, the cold accumulated more and more, and finally he couldn't stand the cold, and woke up with a jerk.

The early winter sun passed through layers of occlusion, and finally fell on Qin Yu's face. He looked around, dense forests, thin snow, and there seemed to be gurgling water in his ears.He didn't understand why he fell into the lake but appeared by the river, but the slight pain in his left ankle told him that he survived.

After the catastrophe!Qin Yu wanted to laugh out loud, but his legs hurt so much that he could only grin and grin sullenly.

Qin Yu was lying there, counting the sparrows flying over his head, feeling relaxed and happy like never before. Since the heavens spared his life, he decided to climb out of the forest even if he was climbing, and live well.

Beijing, Changxin Palace

"Reporting to the Queen Mother, I searched for a long time under the cliff, but I didn't find the body." Ji An bowed, hesitated, and said, "The water surface will freeze, and the slave thinks...he must have drowned."

Drowning... Nangong Yuliang looked at the thin snow outside the window, was silent for a moment and then asked, "Is brother better?"

"Still unconscious, but the imperial doctor said that there is no danger of life" Ji An replied.

"Where's the edict?" He continued to ask.

"The imperial decree has been passed on everywhere." Ji'an replied clearly, "There is absolutely nothing missing."

Nangong Yuliang stood up and walked towards the inner hall. Ji'an stood there for a while, then retreated slowly.

I thought that after King Jin's death, the palace should be full of joy, but in fact, the imperial city was even more gloomy, as if something was stagnant above.

In the hinterland of Guanzhong, in a small town surrounded by mountains, Du Xuetang's clothes fluttered across the gravel path, and when he opened the door, there was not a single student in the study.

"They all escaped?" Long eyebrows gathered, Mr. Du was displeased.

At the gate of the city, Mr. Du found the students who had left collectively. They gathered in front of the notice, discussing something in a low voice, frowning, and walked over with a straight face.

"What are you doing?" He coughed lightly.

With a familiar voice, the young scholars turned around together and saluted Mr. Du collectively.

"teacher"

"Why don't you go to the study at such an hour?"

The students looked at each other, and the leader saluted again, and said to him, "The Son of Heaven passed down the imperial edict to the world, the king of Jin was not a subject, he was punished, and the leader hangs on... the teacher!"

Du Xuetang pushed away the crowd and stood in front of the bright yellow imperial list. He read those few lines over and over again, no matter how many times he couldn't believe it.

"Impossible...how could..."

"Teacher," the student called out cautiously.

Du Xuetang came back to his senses, glanced around, the long eyebrows that reached into the temples suddenly opened, but lost his composure, "Study is suspended today, you guys go back"

Study

Du Xuetang packed everything up, carried a small bundle on his back, closed the courtyard gate, led the horse, and walked towards the city gate again.

"Teacher," the student who told everything stopped him, and asked suspiciously, "Where are you going?"

"The world" Du Xuetang looked at him.

The students found that the always calm and gentle Mr. became serious, as if there were a lot of things accumulated under his body, which would be vented at any time.

"Then when will you be back?"

"If it succeeds, I'll come back." After Du Xuetang finished speaking, he got on his horse and rode away with his whip.

What is Yan Shijun, and what is Nangong Yuliang, how could they kill King Jin, who was supposed to be undefeated.

My lord, I never thought that what I was waiting for would be this news.

Lord, I was wrong, I should stay by your side, even if you can never see me again.

A few rays of sunlight fell among the dense forests, and Qin Yu was glad that the bottom of the valley was warmer, otherwise he would have frozen to death.

"I can't make wishes casually in the future." I made up my mind to climb out, and I really did.

I thought it was just a twisted ankle, but the truth is obviously not simple, Qin Yu could only crawl on the ground like this, but fortunately there was no one in the woods.

It's just so embarrassing that it's okay to say, what can I do about this 'hungry', the sun rises a little bit, and snowflakes start to fall in bits and pieces from the sky.

"Damn, are you kidding me?" He cursed, feeling weak from hunger and cold.

Qin Yu was dizzy, his head became more and more dizzy, his body suddenly tilted, and he rolled down a ravine, smashing the branches and dry grass along the way.

Boom, bumping his head against a rock, Qin Yu looked up at the snowflakes falling from the sky, and slowly closed his eyes.

Thousands of troops stole a way to survive, but they died here. God, you are really willing to joke with me.

Xuanwumen

Lin Wanfeng deliberately stopped for a while, and looked up at the head hanging on the top of the city. It was said to be the head of King Jin.The cold wind blew up the black gauze curtain, he frowned, kept his expression down, and continued to leave.

"King Jin died just like that?" He muttered in a low voice, and turned westward.

Deep in the western suburbs, there is a small courtyard near Wanfeng. He doesn't like it in the capital, and he didn't dare to live in the city before King Jin died.

Walking back along the path, the snow is getting bigger and bigger, and the wind in the evening enjoys the flying snow through the gauze curtain. The snow in the south of the Yangtze River is not so majestic. In my memory, there was a snowstorm when the surname Bai was there, but It is far worse than the capital city.

"Huh?" Lin Wanfeng paused, staring at the foot of the mountain deep in the path, "What is that?"

It was a dark mass, covered with a thick layer of snow. In the evening, the wind stepped forward carefully, and saw a piece of clothing exposed, only to realize that it was a person curled up here.

"Hello... how are you?" He called out, but the man didn't respond, Lin Wanfeng stretched out his hand and touched the blood on his leg, startled.

"It can't be dead already!" He took a step forward and brushed the snow off the man's body, "You... surnamed Bai!?"

Lin Wanfeng froze there, surnamed Bai's face was stained with blood and mud, and his forehead was torn, but he knew this shameless face of breaking promises, turning to ashes.

"Your surname is Bai, it's your fate. I will settle the account with you when you wake up." Lin Wanfeng came back to his senses and used all his strength to carry him on his back.

The capital finally looked like winter. It snowed heavily for five days in a row, and everything in sight was finally dyed white.

In Changxin Hall, Nangong Yuliang was sitting on a soft couch, staring at the incense burner on the table, dazed.

"Yuliang?" Yan Shijun stood in front of him.

"Brother? When did you come?" Nangong Yuliang glanced at him, then turned back to the table, "How is the injury?"

"It's all right," Yan Shijun replied absent-mindedly, looking at him motionless and asking, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay." Nangong Yuliang shook his head, "I just feel tired."

"Then you have a good rest, I will help you with the outside things"

Nangong Yuliang nodded, smiled and said, "Thank you, brother."

He looked at the green smoke in the incense burner again, and said nothing more. Yan Shijun sat for a while, and left with a gloomy expression.

On the tower, Nangong Yuliang was wearing a big cloak, standing there alone, the snow was still falling in the sky, from here, it was even more spectacular.

Reaching out to catch a snowflake, the coolness drenched the palm of his hand, Nangong Yuliang looked down, there was a plum blossom in the yard, it was blooming very well, from here, it looked like a plum blossom was dotted with blood in the snow Tree.

The bright red is eye-catching, and he couldn't bear to look at it so eye-catching. How long has King Jin been dead?Days, or months, he couldn't remember.In short, the time suddenly went on for a long time, as if it had no end.

Nangong Yuliang always thought that if he took revenge, he would be at peace and feel at ease, but after the death of King Jin, the great revenge was avenged, he was indeed calm into a pool of stagnant water, but he was not at ease.

With his hands on the railing, he looked down, and there was a figure under the plum tree, looking up at him, smiling softly.

"Do not you miss me?"

Yeah, I miss you so much that I can't rest easy.

"Thinking" Nangong Yuliang showed a smile, it was the Hexi resplendent in his memory, he leaned forward with his arms hard.

"Daddy"

Cherish!The movement stopped, Nangong Yuliang turned around, and the young emperor stared at him with round eyes, puzzled.

"What is Daddy doing?"

Looking under the tree again, the figure still looked at him with a smile on his face, and waited on the spot with his hands behind his back, "It's nothing, let's go with Daddy." Nangong Yuliang took the young emperor's hand and walked out step by step.

Lord, wait for me for a while, I will accompany you, I don't hate you anymore, I just want to stay with you.

Western suburbs

"What did you say?" Lin Wanfeng hugged his shoulders and looked at the doctor, "What does it mean to resign to fate?"

"His injury is too serious, and he can persist until now is considered an anomaly," the doctor said to him, pinching his beard.

Frowning deepened, Lin Wanfeng looked at the person on the bed, "Then what kind of injury did he suffer?"

"Can not be sure"

"Not sure." Lin Wanfeng was unhappy, and said dissatisfiedly, "If you're not sure, just say it's hopeless."

"This young master, I didn't say that there is no way to save him. It's just his injury. He can only do his best and listen to the destiny. As for human affairs, the old man has really tried his best." Lang Zhong said helplessly. He threw up his sleeves and left.

Lin Wanfeng was still dissatisfied, but asked in a calm tone, "What about his legs?"

"The leg is fine, but it has been delayed for a while, and I will walk with a limp in the future." The doctor was obviously relieved.

Lame it!Finally hearing that something went well, Lin Wanfeng looked a little better, "Thank you, Langzhong."

"You're welcome, you're welcome." The doctor waved his hands and left in a hurry.

Lin Wanfeng sent the doctor away, returned to the house, sat by the bed, glanced at the surnamed Bai, and said to the unconscious man, "This doctor has no skills, I'll find you another one, you can't tell anything, just Say you can't do it..."

He muttered to himself for a while, but the person on the bed was still sleeping deeply with his eyes closed, he sighed, and the brows were tinged with sadness in the evening wind.

The surname Bai, if you don't find you, it's fine, if you find it, you don't wake up, you want me to serve you like this for the rest of your life.

In December of the fourth year of Jianping, King Jin was punished for January, and the capital, which should have been joyous, was chilled.

The son of heaven was young, the queen mother recuperated in the deep palace, and no longer interfered in the government affairs. Wen Hou respected the general and took control of the government affairs. The party and the Yue family were deprived of their titles and demoted to common people. The generals under the former King of Jin either died or fled.

A new round of suppression began, and it spread farther and farther, even out of the capital.

The author has something to say:

As for the protagonist, he still needs to give some halo, it's too common to fall off a cliff and not die.