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Nanliang, Baibi City,

After the palace was besieged, people in the palace panicked. Hearing the sound of the palace door opening, there was an endless stream of shouts from a distance: "His Royal Highness Shijun returns to the palace."

One sound at a time, from far to near.

Dezhang's father-in-law in Jingning Palace heard such a sentence, and immediately burst into tears, kneeling in front of the old monarch: "Your Majesty, Shijun has returned to the palace."

Shijun returned to the palace.

All the palace maids and eunuchs who had been in fear all day long, starved of food, and ordered to defend the monarch to the death, Yu Jingning Palace, all heaved a sigh of relief.

That means that the rebels will not come in.

Seeing the silver wolf from a distance, the palace people couldn't help but their eyes filled with eyes. After wearing a battle armor, they were really different from the person who carried the jug every day.

Zisang stepped off the wolf at the gate of Jingning Palace, and Mr. Dezhang greeted him immediately, wiping his tears, "See...."

At this time, Zishang was still bowing, and Zishang raised Dezhang: "How is Grandpa Wang?"

"I opened my eyes when I heard the announcement of Shijun's return to the palace."

Dezhang turned his face away and lowered his head, tears pattered on the floor tiles, he was also the one who beat up the servants of the king, so he would feel sorry for himself: "Just wait for Your Highness in such a tone."

"How much does he know about the outside world?"

These days Nanliang is in chaos, and no news about the siege of the palace can come in. Dezhang was stunned, and Fang said: "After knowing that Puliang was besieging the palace, he fell into a coma for a while. I don't know anything about the outside world."

That's good.

Zisang hurried into the hall.

At this time, there were a group of people following Zhou Zai and some courtiers who had not clarified their positions, including Ye Sheng, the imperial historian.

After entering the inner hall, all the courtiers bowed their heads and wailed, saying: "Pu Liang was punished in Tianzigang, and the siege of the palace was due to General Zhou Zai."

Zhou Zai felt ashamed and dared not speak up.

In the ear is Qing Xigong's heavier breathing accompanied by vague words: "Shi..."

"Grandpa Wang, it's me." Zisang stepped forward and knelt in front of the couch, and shook his skinny hand that was already a little cold.

Seeing this, Luo Zhong twirled three silver needles, and when the needles approached Duke Qing Xi's throat, he paused again: "Your Majesty has ordered that if you come back, let me administer this needle."

"This needle..."

Bai Yunmo next to him frowned and whispered next to Zisang, "It's equivalent to bringing back the light, at most, it may pass after only one or two hours."

Luo Zhong nodded: "This is the king's order, and this old man will take care of himself."

The minute needles on both sides of Qing Xigong's forehead, and a deep needle on the side of the neck.

After a while, Duke Qingxi finally spoke up, and the first question he asked was: "Jingxuanguan...is it gone?"

Jingxuan Pass, the first pass in the world, Nanliang is naturally dangerous, if the pass is lost, the state will be in chaos.

May the day when the widow is in power, Nanliang will not lose an inch of land.

"In the Battle of Jingxuan Pass, we used 20 troops to attack Dongchi's army by surprise, beheading [-] of the enemy's heads. Dongchi knew he was invincible."

There were tears on Zisang's face, but he still forced a smile: "Grandpa Wang, Jingxuan Pass is well, Nanliang—an inch of land is not lost."

At least this meeting has not been lost, but it is inevitable.

"That's good, that's good, Zhou Zai will live up to me."

Qing Xi's voice gradually quieted down, as if he had let go of a heavy burden, after a while he struggled with the last bit of strength and said, "Isn't it... Didn't I tell you not to come back?"

"Grandpa Wang doesn't want grandson, and grandson still misses Grandpa Wang." Zisang smiled and cried again.

Duke Qing Xi also smiled: "Help me...help me get up, I want to see the palace and the world of the widow."

Dezhang wept repeatedly and said: "How can the king be so sick when he is sick?"

"Help the widow up." Qing Xigong insisted on getting up while supporting himself.

Everyone rushed forward to help put on the king's robe, and helped the 67-year-old old man out of the palace.

Looking at the clouds and clouds in the sky, you can see the buildings, lanes and markets in Baibi City, with staggered eaves.

"This is the country of the widow, but the widow's eyes are poor, and he can't reach half of the city."

With the spring breeze coming towards him, Duke Qing Xi said again: "What is worrying is all living beings in Nanliang. How many people can I really see in my life?"

"The so-called orphans and widows are the fate of the emperor." Qing Xigong turned to see Zisang, with a smile on his face: "You have made up your mind when you come back this time."

Hearing this, Zisang knelt down in front of the hall, looked up at Duke Qing Xi: "Think it over."

"What does the child want?"

"My son, Sang, is willing to take care of the world, keep everyone safe and happy, and go alone alone."

Once on the throne, the most important thing is the splendor of the country.

The quick-handed historian next to him had already roughly written the imperial edict, which only needed to be filled in with the name, and put it in the tray, holding it in front of the king.

Dezhang put the pen into Duke Qingxi's hand.

Qing Xigong leaned down tremblingly and looked at Zisang and said, "This burden is heavy, take it on."

Shijun, it is difficult to be a king or not to be a king.

Zisang kowtowed and cried: "Grandson...continue."

"Okay, okay..., the widow is going to rest."

After writing a few words, I watched the sunset and dusk in a blink of an eye, and the person slowly fell backwards.

The widow is finally about to rest.

From then on, the country has nothing to do with me, and the widow is going to get together with his children and grandchildren. When he sees an old man like me, he doesn't know whether he will recognize it or not.

A book of orders to kill the son, the widow has no regrets in the country, no shame in the ancestors, but only in himself.

In this life, I thought I was wise enough to govern, but I was in vain as a father.

"Your Majesty? Your Majesty? Your Majesty..."

Dezhang yelled three times, but there was no answer. The pupils of the old man with white beard and eyebrows were slightly dilated, condensing the golden glow of the Nanliang King's capital, and he remained motionless.

Luo Zhong came forward to feel the pulse, then shook his head and took off some silver needles, knelt down in front of Zisang, and said: "Shangxian Wang has passed away."

Thousands of people in the palace knelt down and mourned, wailing all over the sky, weeping for the fall of a generation of kings.

The big bell in Shangle Palace rang 67 times, which meant the end of the [-]th Nanliang King Qingxi's reign as king.

Hurry up and issue an edict to the whole country, except for the state capital cut off by Fang Zhonghou, the rest of the southern regions have been notified of the wailing of the death of Duke Qing Xi, and at the same time, the son of Shijun, the No. 13 king of Nanliang, will ascend the throne in the first spring .

May Cheng Jinkang bring prosperity and peace in the world.

The reactions of the various state governments were mixed. Some closed their doors and said nothing, and some immediately wrote a letter willing to serve the new king, and some even closed the city gates and held high the anti-flag. .

Three days before the national funeral, it is not suitable to fight wars, and in fact it is not suitable to use troops. The [-] soldiers who retreated from behind Jingxuan Pass have already entered Baibi City by night.

A small army to the south of the Tonghe River is willing to be called by the capital and stationed in Chongzhou, with less than [-] troops.

The enemy that the capital is about to face is Fang Zhonghou, who has 10,000+ troops.

It was the first time for Zisang to enter the Director's Pavilion. In front of him was a mountain of booklets, and he opened one with him.

Turning through another book, even three books, is a matter of official involvement.

Stretch out your hand and brush it away: "The big enemy at the border, saw the rebellious ministers at the top, didn't think how to deal with them, but still secretly fought each other, this is the official who should be killed."

Several officials who were in charge of handling Zhezuo's grades all turned away, not knowing what to say.

Zisang only cleared the table, spread the blueprints of the two walls of Baibi City, and discussed the war with Zhou Zai and others.

There are two top priorities, the national funeral cannot be missed, and the war must be carried out quickly, especially if this battle is over, there will be a turning point to relieve the siege of Jingxuanguan.

"Chen Ting is in charge of setting up the defenses, hurry up and ride along the Tonghe area, gather all the boats in the south bank area, and prevent Fang Zhonghou and others from easily crossing the river."

"Eunuch Dezhang, you are fully responsible for the funeral ceremony, and you should also take care of everything in the palace."

"Take orders."

After giving these two instructions, Zisang shook his body, and Dezhang said with pity on his face, "I have been guarding the night spirit all night, and I haven't slept. Your Highness should take a break."

"No problem."

Zisang supported himself, and then said to Zhou Zai: "Let all the soldiers on the white wall pay attention to filial piety, and hang the filial piety flag instead of the military flag."

Duke Qing Xi worked hard all his life. Although there were many wars, his achievements outweighed his mistakes. Both the soldiers and the people regarded him as a wise ruler.

At that time, Fang Zhonghou and other people will arrive at the Baibi city wall, and when they know that the king is dead, they will feel more or less sad.

Zhou Zai also nodded in agreement. Seeing Zisang's pale face, the others stopped: "Shijun, let's rest first."

Everyone also persuaded him in the same way, so Zisang had no choice but to come out with his forehead, and it was Fu'an who hadn't seen him for a long time who was guarding outside the hall.

"It's you." Zisang smiled.

"It's my slave."

There was light in Fu'an's eyes: "Shijun is back."

Shijun has lost weight, but he has become more energetic and seems to have grown in skills. Now he is really going to be a king.

Fu An wiped her tears with her sleeve, and hurried to support the sedan chair, because she had served Zisang before, Dezhang asked him to serve as usual.

When I got on the sedan chair, I tilted my head and closed my eyes, wobbly, opening them only after a while when the wind blows.

In the eyelids, I saw a blue figure in the distance gently rippling in the night, holding a black umbrella in his hand.

There is rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and its momentum is swaying. There is a woman in front of me, and her shadow is especially pitiful.

My little doctor.

Zisang stopped the sedan chair in front of Bai Yunmo, pulled himself together and quietly hid in the umbrella from behind, which really shocked Bai Yunmo. .

"Your Highness..."

Bai Yunmo left the palace with her master Luo Zhong after Duke Qingxi passed away. The palace was busy with funeral ceremonies in the past two days. She was afraid of disturbing Zisang's mind, so she endured it until today and took the opportunity to say that His Highness has an old friend. I needed retreatment so I came in.

Zisang took the umbrella from Bai Yunmo's hand and hugged her shoulders: "We are back here again."

In the royal palace, where power and status intertwine.

"No."

The two walked side by side like this, and the various corridors, or the lanterns of His Royal Highness were all covered with black filial cloth, making the palace even more secluded.

"Mo, I don't know if I can stay in this palace for a long time."

Zisang let out a sigh of relief: "In addition to the immediate difficulties, there is also Dongchi coming from the north."

"Since you are an emperor, you should show the courage to be an emperor. Just like your grandfather, even a woman should stand upright."

After Bai Yunmo finished speaking, a little smile appeared on her serious face: "However, in front of me, if you are willing to show softness, I'm fine."

It's just that in front of others, you have to become stronger so that you won't hurt others.I worry every day that you will be caught for your life if you show your weakness in front of others.

Zisang slid his hand from Bai Yunmo's shoulder to his waist: "Okay."

Even if you are a woman, you have to stand upright.

After returning to Fengxian Hall, he lay down under the quilt, and Fu An next to him was full of distress: "I haven't had a good rest for two days in a row."

The entire royal family has such a bloodline, and no one has to burn the spirit paper. His Royal Highness Shijun is busy discussing with the generals about the enemy during the day, and has to stay on guard at night.

How can you not be tired.

Bai Yunmo helped her feel her pulse, and her heart settled down. Fortunately, she didn't suffer from exhaustion, so she ordered to cook more supplements, and helped Zisang wash her face with her own hands.

This skill of serving people has been learned a long time ago, and every time I use it, I am full of warmth.

Bai Womo called Fu An and the others to go down, held Zisang's hand in the quilt and covered it with both hands, and looked at Zisang's face from the side of his pillow.

His complexion is a little pale, he must be very tired, a pair of curved eyelashes are always moving, what is he thinking.

Thinking about those bad guys again.

Zisang, you are finally going to be an emperor.

Suddenly there was a slight sound in the quiet hall, Bai Yunmo sat up and saw Nan Wu approaching and standing beside him in a black shirt.

That's right, Nan Wu has been following Zisang all day now, and his complexion is better, but there is still a look of confusion in his eyes.

"You are a swordsman, and when Duke Qingxi is dead, Zisang is your chosen master."

Bai Yunmo stared at Nanwu for a while, then turned to look at Zisang, and said, "Take good care of her life, please."

Nan Wu seldom responded to others' words, but this time, he hummed firmly.

Bai Yunmo stretched out her hand, caressed the side of Zisang's face, and said in a low voice, "She is finally going to be king, like when you brought her back, she will become the king among thousands of people."

If you become above ten million people, you won't be bullied—but you won't be able to stand still and do whatever you want.

Nan Wu hummed again, but lowered his head.

Above tens of thousands, she told Zisang.

She once promised Zisang that she would never let you wander around again, she tightened the sword on her body, and Zhou Zai allowed her to bring the sword into the palace.

Zhou Zai looked at her sword and said, "You are a swordsman, so you should do what a swordsman should do."

So she became the most trusted person in the palace who was free to come and go, wearing a sharp knife.

She remembered that she was a swordsman.

We are swordsmen, but if we make a promise, it is as if we have entrusted our fate—that Fengge, no, swordsmen have never said such things, only life and death, loyalty and death.

Windsong, I'm sorry.

From the very beginning, I should never have turned my back on my sword.

We are swordsmen, we are nothing without a sword, and we are nothing without loyalty.

Windsong, I'm sorry.

Nan Wu turned sideways, with Bai Yunmo on his back, closed his eyes and calmed down, reconfirmed that he was Zisang's swordsman from now on.

She is also going to be an emperor.

On the day of the funeral, there was still drizzle in the sky. Zisang was numb all over, with a black filial cloth on his forehead, and walked to the king's tomb while carrying the coffin in the rain. The hair of a silver wolf beside him was also completely wet.

Soldiers on both sides of the strait guarded the road, and the common people fell to their knees and wept loudly.

The royal mausoleum is on the high green hill to the north of the palace, with 99 steps to climb. There are more than a dozen crown tombs in the entire mausoleum, all of the same size.

After Zisang worshiped one by one, he listened to the ceremony and recited the eulogy in front of Xinqi's mausoleum.

After many complicated rituals, he was able to get up and stand for a while, his body softened a little, and his heart sank slowly when he got up and watched the coffin enter the mausoleum.

This morning, a fast report came in from Tianzigang: "Dongchi launched an attack ahead of time, and Kuang Xun led the troops to stop the enemy at the entrance of Huifeng Valley."

If you can't last for two or three days, you have to retreat. The next day will be spring.

Grandpa Wang, Nanliang is in your hands, without losing an inch of land, but in my hands, a bloody mouth will be bitten out.

Bless your grandson and recover safely.

When he returned to the palace, his whole body was already wet and shivering. Fu'an made people prepare Jiang Tu Qu Han in advance.

I had been staying up all night and working hard, but after the spring rain, I still couldn't hold on until night and my body started to feel hot.

Fu An was so frightened that he hurriedly sent someone to invite a medical officer overnight.

When Bai Yunmo came, Zisang's lips were already pale from the burn, and he struggled in his dream from time to time and said: "Jingxuanguan, I haven't lost it, I haven't lost it."

Bai Yunmo couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes, they fell down immediately.

The sound of swallowing made the rest of the people back down, and asked to fetch hot water, and someone else went to prepare the medicine immediately, so that it would be cooked in time for tomorrow morning.

In the morning of the second day, Zisang opened his eyes and saw Bai Yunmo's eyes were red, pinching her face: "Why are you sitting here?"

I don't have much strength on my body, but at this time, I have to get up quickly. Fang Zhonghou's soldiers are already stationed under the city wall, so they have to clean up quickly and go to recover Jingxuan Pass.

Bai Yunmo pushed her back on the bed, called for mouthwash, and waited on Haofang first, saying, "You can't get out with this body."

"must go."

"If you don't recuperate your body, how will you hold the enthronement ceremony tomorrow."

Fu'an next to him also said: "That's right, that's right, let's rest today, General Zhou is going to fight."

But what about Jingxuanguan?

Zisang felt dizzy for a while, so he had to lean on his back pillow to rest, and his eyes happened to see the shadow standing quietly, always silent.

"Nan Wu..."

She turned around, her expression was much better than before, but her eyes were still dark and cold.

"You are my swordsman.".

"Ah."

Bai Yunmo took the slightly warmer medicine beside her and interrupted them: "Drink the medicine first."

Zisang smiled, and opened his mouth to receive the bitter medicine that Bai Yunmo scooped up in a white spoon. It was very bitter, and his stomach surged after swallowing it.

Bloody sword.

After drinking the medicine, Zisang asked again: "Nan Wu, you are my swordsman now."

Nan Wu looked at Zisang fixedly, Zisang seemed to have something to say but was unwilling to say it, she could feel it.

Nan Wu said: "Please, Master, command."

Holding the sword tightly in his hand, whenever there is an order, he promises to go, and he will never take it lightly.

"Nan Wu, help me kill someone." Killing one would be enough, and it might solve the current crisis. Zisang closed her eyes, knowing that Nan Wu would not refuse.

But she once said to Nan Wu clearly, you, remember to come back, change your clothes, wear pink and green, abandon the sword and embroider, find a better sweetheart in the front house and backyard.

"Okay." Nan Wu replied.

"Kill who."

"Fang Zhonghou."

It was a tiger's den again, and his life was still hanging by a knife, Zisang dared not open his eyes to look at Nanwu.

A swordsman's life is also a life, besides, she is still Nan Wu, but if she has a chance, she may be able to redeem the lives of tens of thousands of Nanliang Zhuangyong...

As a friend, I don't want to make such a deal.

But today I am here, Nan Wu, I am the body of an emperor, and I have to let go of everything in my heart.

Zisang turned his head away and turned his face inside, not daring to cry in front of others: "Tonight will kill him."

Nan Wuzai responded: "Okay."

When Nan Wu turned around and left, the sword on his body lightly struck against the ring pendant, making some noises in the Jingyi hall.

Zisang trembled when she heard the voice, and she sat up: "Can you—.

Come back alive? "

Nan Wu stood still: "Yes."

That's it.

A character like Fang Zhonghou must be guarded strictly, how could he let a person with a strange face get close to him.

It's just a test of the risk.

Bai Yunmo helped Zisang wipe the tears off his face: "Recently, you cry more than I do."

Forcibly showing a smile: "It's not exactly what I learned from you."

After being forced to drink a bowl of bitter medicine again, Zisang breathed a sigh of relief, lay flat on his back, and thought about what to do next: "This battle is still going to be fought, but if Fang Zhonghou is not around, there may be fewer casualties."

She didn't want to cause heavy casualties after a battle, and Jing Xuanguan relied on these people to snatch it back.

Bai Yunmo didn't quite understand why he didn't use the same method to deal with Fang Zhonghou in the battle of Tianzigang.

Zisang smiled helplessly: "In the battle with Puliang, we are stronger than him, and he is just a powerful minister. If a minister opposes the emperor, the way of heaven is not clear. Of course, the army's morale can be turned against itself."

Different from Fang Zhonghou, people in the world even thought that Fang Zhonghou could be the king who ascended the throne, not to mention that his number of soldiers was wider than that of Baibi City, and his momentum was mighty, which could not be compared with Pu Liang.

No matter what Pu Liang said, he also had a big rebellion against the palace, so Shijun King Qin was famous as a teacher.

And Fang Zhonghou is just attacking us with the reason that a junior girl in Shijun does not understand Chao Gang and is not worthy of being the king of the people, which is not a big mistake.

So there is bound to be a war.

Looking up, Nan Wu still came in, holding a ten-foot-long box in his hand.

She put the box in Bai Yunmo's hands: "Help me. Put it away."

She also has no one else to entrust. Before she left, she didn't take anything with her or keep anything. This time, there is one thing that needs someone to look after.

Nan Wu said, "Wind Song."

Nan Wu said: "Dongchi, Zhucheng, Xiangnv."

Nan Wu said again: "I like it."

Then there was nothing more, he got up and walked away, the long sword was firmly on his waist, and the hem of his clothes danced with the wind.

Zisang didn't understand, so he asked Bai Yunmo, "What is it?"

Bai Yunmo opened the box, carefully took out the scroll, unfolded it, and said, "Lovesickness."

The woman in the painting is dressed in red, with a girl in black silk around her waist in her arms. The two look at each other sideways, and flowers are flying around.

There is a quiet courtyard, a couple, it turns out that they are lovers.