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Zhou Ji is dead!

died!

Now!

A long sword slashing across his neck was extremely fast, so fast that people missed his facial expression at the moment, and by the time he realized it, he was already lying on the ground with his eyes closed.

The Attribute Lou Sword in his hand "Boom Bang" was lying on the ground with his black hair pressed down, the bright light sparked in the blink of an eye, hurting everyone's eyes.

Thousands of miles of wind and sand, thousands of miles of autumn wind, whistling, intermingling, played a sad and stubborn music, not only the soldiers of the Yue State, but even the soldiers of the Chen State were deeply touched.

It is said that the war is cruel, and one general will die, but at this moment, one general will perish and thousands of people will cry.

"Putong!" The Yue soldiers on the tower knelt down in unison, their faces distorted from crying, and their voices were hoarse. Then, someone started to sing the Yue Guo ditty, which was faint, whimpering, and tear-jerking. People hummed along, Even Chen Ren, who couldn't understand Vietnamese, fumbled and sang.

"The setting sun is red, the mountains are nine-fold, and the grass is full of flowers and plants, and there is no return."

"The grass frightens the wind, the night draws the bow, why bother to bury the bones in the green hills."

The autumn wind is rustling, worrying about people's resentment and parting.

The two face each other with affection, and swallow first when they want to speak.

There are thousands of heart songs, but it is hard to say the sadness.

Farewell to the only thoughts, the end of the world is a bright moon.

There was a sound of mourning, and the mountains and rivers faded.

Rolling blood flowed to Cui Ke's boots, he squatted down, took out his fingertips and dabbed it lightly, even though he was dead, his blood was still warm.

The morning glow is flushed, the face is covered with frost, and it is infinitely bleak, penetrating to the bone and marrow.

He won the war, but... he couldn't win the hearts of the people.

Cui Ke's black hair leaked from his ears, covering his anxious and desolate sight, watching the city gate being pushed open, and the yellow sand that was thrown up flooded the entire city in an instant.

He looked at the sky in a daze, smiled wryly in silence, stepped on the blue horse under everyone's doubtful eyes, clamped the horse's belly firmly, turned and left, his voice dissipated in the tune of Yue State, "Withdraw the army!"

This is not the ending I want.

A group of men and horses, embroidered flags and waving, although they won, they left in a hurry like throwing away their helmets and armor. The death week festival scared Cui Ke away, not for victory or defeat, but for morality.

No one could have imagined that it would end like this.

Back in the palace of the Kingdom of Chen, Cui Ke has not said a word, standing on the majestic Jiuzhangtai, he caresses the jade railing and looks at the dragon and phoenix pillars. At this moment, his ambition to dominate the world makes him feel infinite exhausted.

He is a dignified man, he looks up to the sky, and he is not ashamed of others. Why did he end up in such a state because of Zhou Jizhi's death?

What the hell is he doing?Doesn't domination rely on force and weapons?Could it be possible to accomplish something great with just a single courage?How much is morality worth?

His mistake was that Zhou Ji should not have died, he should have competed with him openly and squarely, in this way, he would have no regrets in winning or losing, and he would not be panicked now!Besides, today, he is sure to win!

Someone outside the door walked in without notification, "Your Majesty."

It's Li Xie.

In the huge Chen palace, the only one who can have this privilege is the Dazai lord Li Xie.

"What are you here for?" Cui Ke said, but he clearly said in his heart: "Why did you come? Do you know how much I hope you can come?"

Li Xie looked at his back, Lie Lie's cloak was still stained with blood, even though he knew it wasn't his blood, Li Xie couldn't help but feel his heart tense.

Cui Ke tilted his head sideways, and blue stubble grew on his smooth chin, which gave him a unique charm.

Li Xie said: "The country of Yue is now in decline, and it has long since lost its glory in the past. Thinking back to the days when the heroes came to pay homage and the kingdoms came to court, it is just fragmented, weak and poor. After Zhou Ji died, the whole country will no longer have any difficulty as a leader. Man, your majesty's retreat today is for the sake of benevolence and righteousness, and in the future to capture Yue again, it will be as easy as picking up mustard."

"The widow has broken his promise." Cui Ke clenched his palms into fists, his voice full of vicissitudes and fatigue.

"What?" Li Xie asked loudly before he could hear clearly.

"The widow promised to conquer the country of Yue for you, and asked you to manage the treasury for the widow, but the Yue kingdom is very close, but the widow shrinks back, and the widow can't help you." Cui Ke turned around suddenly, and his helmet fell to the ground , with long hair pouring down like a waterfall, he was so charming that he couldn't speak, his heart was suffocated suddenly, and he fixedly looked at Li Xie.

Li Xie wanted to laugh at first, but when he saw his appearance, his heart felt sad, he flattened the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and asked: "Could it be that in the eyes of the king, this minister is such a greedy person?"

"... Dazai-sama loves money, isn't this a fact recognized by the whole country?"

Li Xie gritted his teeth and walked in front of him step by step. The cynicism that can be seen everywhere was concealed on his delicate face, which was surprisingly serious. He said slowly: "If the king wants to conquer the world, I will enrich you." The national treasury, let you no longer worry about the future. If the king has no heart to fight for hegemony and is willing to live in the world, what is the use of these thousands of jewels and money?"

Cui Ke narrowed his eyes slightly, "Is Dazai trying to seduce you?"

"I have absolutely no such intention." Li Xie regretted it incessantly, stepped back quickly, and shook his head repeatedly, with an expression of being struck by lightning.

"It seems that the widow is thinking too much. Dazai-sama has a romantic nature, and Huajian has countless confidants. How can he be moved by the widow? It is the widow who is sentimental and wishful thinking. The poor Luohua has intentions, and the flowing water is ruthless. In the end, it is just a bamboo basket." The water is empty." Cui Ke lowered his head and said aggrievedly.

Li Xie wanted to cry, but he had to clean up the mess he made by himself.

"It's not all wishful thinking." Li Xie said intentionally or unconsciously.

Cui Ke raised his head and laughed suddenly, very arrogant and very satisfied, even if he conquered a hundred cities, he had never seen him laughing so much, even his long and narrow phoenix eyes were smiling, it was so beautiful square things.

"You you you you!" Li Xie's angry voice came from the hall.

"Hahahaha!" Followed by Cui Ke's heroic, unrestrained and extremely insolent laughter.

The guard outside the door: "..."

They closed the door obediently and smartly, smiled at each other, covered their ears tightly, and retreated a foot away.

So what if you win the world, and what if you don't get the world?

With you, sitting on the world is the icing on the cake; without you, being on the Ninth Five-Year Plan is just a tarsal yoke.

After the death of Zhou Ji, the domestic wars in the Yue Kingdom continued endlessly. Based on the principle of "to fight against the outside world, the inside must be settled first", the princes wantonly eliminated political enemies and launched wars of annexation and annexation, which made the people miserable, and the people were like duckweeds. Miserable.Although there are no foreign enemies invading, the country is already in chaos, and it is difficult to regain the prestige of the former Central Plains overlord.

At this time, people will think of how Zhou Ji died in front of the three armies, abandoning the small self for the big self, and in exchange for the current division and separatism!

Not worth it!It's really not worth it!

So what if it's just worth it?Whether it is right or wrong must always be decided after a coffin, but at that time the person involved has long been buried in the ground and has become a pile of loess, so what is it to him to praise or belittle?

How many ancient and modern affairs, but all paid in the jokes ah.

Joke.

Joke.

The author has something to say:

Although it is very similar to the ending, it is definitely not the ending. The front is more tragic and the latter is more relaxed.