Xia Emperor died, died on the dragon throne, the smile on his face is still crazy, a generation of emperors, never regrets until death.
The empty Heavenly Edict Hall was deserted and no one came in. Outside the main hall, Qing Wuhen was lying there quietly, her palace clothes stained with blood, like a blooming rose under the moonlight.
The two people who plotted against each other ended up becoming each other's last companions in this life. How ironic and tragic.
Xia Emperor is a martial artist. Among the Great Xia Imperial Palace, there is a treasure that can hide the secret of heaven. It covers up the vision when Eunuch Pei breaks through the innate world, and also conceals the fact that Xia Emperor is a martial artist.
However, Xia Emperor's martial arts cultivation is not strong. Years of working day and night on political affairs have long exhausted his body, and his martial arts has retreated instead of advancing.
Xia Rui is undoubtedly the most diligent emperor in Great Xia for thousands of years. Because of his suspicion and jealousy, he must make decisions by himself, no matter how big or small, and will never leave it to others.
In his later years, Xia Rui was pathetic. The pressure of not wanting to become the most incompetent emperor of Great Xia, coupled with the intensified suspicion, finally turned this established emperor into a tyrant.
In Great Xia's thousand-year history, there has never been a tyrant, and it has just ended at Xia Rui. It is both lucky and unfortunate.
Xia Rui has never lacked strong people around him. In addition to Eunuch Pei, there are also three Dark Dragon Guard commanders, who are enough to deal with any assassination in the world. However, these four strongest people are not around today.
Qing Wuhen is Western Palace, so, except for these four direct descendants of Xia Emperor, no one dares to stop it, and there is no reason to stop it.
Who would have thought that Consort Wan of Great Xia would actually be a secret buried by Military Advisor in Northern Mongolia.
Qing Wuhen's only mistake was to miscalculate the possibility of Xia Emperor's fighting. One moment's mistake, the beauty was gone.
As for whether Fan Lingyue took this matter into account, no one in the world knows.
The breeze blew by, bringing with it a slight chill, making the lonely Heavenly Edict Hall even more cold.
Great Xia In the spring of the second year of the new calendar, Xia Emperor collapsed!
In the imperial city, the battle was still going on, with raging flames soaring into the sky, and a withered hand covering the sky. Ning Chen, who was already exhausted, had no way out, and his life and death were in an instant.
Little Mingyue closed his eyes in despair, unwilling to look any more.
However, at this moment, two streams of light, one green and one red, appeared above the sky, arriving in the blink of an eye.
With a swish sound, the two swords flew towards Eunuch Pei's hand, blocking the fatal palm.
On the other side, First Prince also came, with a surge of awe-inspiring energy, opened his sword and halberd, and instantly moved out of the battle with Ning Chen.
Before he could stand up, Ning Chen staggered again, his chest felt tight, and he immediately vomited out a mouthful of blood.
The energy was depleted so much that the injuries in his body were difficult to suppress, and they finally exploded at this moment.
The sudden change made Eunuch Pei and the three Dark Dragon Guard commanders present startled. Just as they were about to take action again, Eunuch Pei's expression suddenly changed.
"Your Majesty!"
Eunuch Pei stamped his foot and turned into a stream of light and rushed back. He clearly felt that something had happened to His Majesty!
The three Dark Dragon Guard commanders looked at each other for unknown reasons, with surprise and confusion in their eyes.
"This battle is over now, everyone go back."
Amidst the plain words, a figure in green clothes came slowly, making Azure-Crimson Twin Swords tremble, and immediately flew towards the comer.
"Prince Yan!" The three Dark Dragon Guard leaders narrowed their eyes slightly, feeling fearful.
They had fought against each other before when Prince Yan fought out of the palace, and they understood how powerful this contemporary legend Great Xia was.
They even suspected that the legend of Great Xia might have already begun.
"Retreat!" Commander Dark Dragon Guard made a prompt decision and said in a deep voice.
There is no chance of winning this battle. With Prince Yan here, it is impossible for them to complete the mission.
The other two commanders nodded, their figures flashed, and they quickly disappeared from the battlefield.
The three of them left. Xia Ziyi looked at the person in front of him, saluted respectfully, and said, "Uncle Third Prince."
"Yes." Prince Yan nodded in response, then walked to Ning Chen, condensed his palms to raise his energy, and injected vast amounts of true energy to help him suppress his injuries.
Ning Chen closed his eyes quietly, Scroll of Life was running, and with the help of Prince Yan's true energy, he slowly suppressed the surging Qi and blood in his body.
"Uncle Third Prince, the teacher is still waiting for my news, Ziyi will leave first."
Seeing that Ning Chen was not worried about his life, Xia Ziyi bowed his hands and said goodbye, then turned and left.
Ning Chen slowly opened his eyes and looked at the leaving Xia Ziyi. His heart was complicated and unspeakable. It was the first time he saw this First Prince, but he still couldn't help but feel a little emotional. There is a huge difference between Xia Emperor and First Prince today.
The ruthlessness and gloominess of Xia Emperor and the kindness and righteousness of First Prince are almost two completely opposite extremes.
"Ziyi is good, but not suitable to be an emperor," Prince Yan said lightly.
Ning Chen did not refute. What the senior said is true. To be a king, benevolence and cruelty are indispensable. First Prince is indeed inappropriate.
Of course, Xia Emperor is even more inappropriate.
"Let's go, come home with me first."
Prince Yan waved his hand, and the sword frame appeared in front of Ning Chen, and said calmly.
Ning Chen didn't say anything more, picked up the sword stand, and then looked at him.
Little Mingyue lay on Ning Chen's back and curiously pulled out several swords on the sword stand, but none was pulled out.
"Mingyue, don't be naughty," Ning Chen said softly.
The little girl retracted her hand and smiled sheepishly.
"Senior, please keep it a secret," Ning Chen said with a hint of pleading.
"Yeah" Prince Yan responded lightly without looking back.
Little Mingyue looked confused and couldn't understand what the two of them were talking about.
Ning Chen rubbed the little girl's cloth hat and gave no explanation.
When Little Mingyue touched the sword on the sword stand, his daughter's identity was no longer a secret. In the world, only Prince Yan could feel the breath of the sword. In the beginning, it was because of him touching Azure Sword that the secret of Fake Eunuch was exposed.
Fortunately, Prince Yan has a weak temperament and will not take these things to heart.
Prince Yan arrived at the house soon. A beautiful maid took Little Mingyue back to the room to rest. Ning Chen followed Prince Yan to the study.
"Senior, was the big shock outside the Northern Mongolian King's City that day caused by your battle with Sword City's sword?" Ning Chen hesitated for a moment and asked the question that had been pressing in his heart for a long time.
"Yeah" Prince Yan nodded in response.
"Did you get that Sand Sword?" Ning Chen continued to ask.
Prince Yan With a slight movement of his hand, fine sand flew out from the sword stand on the side, and immediately condensed into a light yellow sword.
Ning Chen narrowed his eyes, curious about the unique sword, there are really all kinds of strange swords in the world.
"Sword City lost that sword?"
As he spoke, a strange color flashed in Ning Chen's eyes. Sword City's sword was the myth of invincibility among swordsmen in the world. It was hard to imagine losing.
"He didn't lose, but I won." Prince Yan waved his hand, and Sand Sword separated and returned to the sword stand.
Ning Chen was slightly startled and didn't know why.
"I got there before him, so the sword must belong to me. In other words, if he gets there first, the sword will be his," Prince Yan explained calmly.
Ning Chen doesn't quite understand. His realm is still far away and he can't imagine what happened that day.
At this moment, there were rapid footsteps outside the door, and an anxious voice sounded.
"Prince, there is news in the palace that His Majesty was assassinated and died!"
"How could that happen?"
The sudden news shocked Ning Chen. For a moment, he couldn't believe it.
"Let's go into the palace with this king." Prince Yan looked slightly stern, reacted quickly, and said.
"What should Mingyue do?" Ning Chen came back to his senses and said worriedly.
"It's okay. There is a housekeeper in the house. As long as she is not innate, no one can hurt her." Prince Yan responded.
Ning Chen nodded, picked up the sword stand, and followed the former out of the house.
At the same time, some people who stood at the highest positions of Great Xia's power in the imperial city all received the news of Xia Emperor's death. They were shocked and immediately chose to enter the palace.
This is a earth-shaking event. Xia Emperor died too suddenly, and Great Xia may once again fall into a bloody storm.
Heavenly Edict Hall In addition, Three Grand Ministers, Jiuqing, and the princes in the imperial city all arrived.
However, at this time, there were only three people who attracted the most attention.
First Prince Xia Ziyi, Third Prince Xia Yanwu, or Tenth Prince Xia Mingri!
This is the most likely person among the big Xia Emperor to become the new Xia Emperor, and will also determine the future direction of Great Xia.
Xia Emperor has never established a throne, which is the biggest hidden danger. Now that Xia Emperor is dead, Great Xia's throne has become confusing.
In the distance, Prince Yan walked step by step, followed by Ning Chen carrying a sword, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.
They all heard the big explosion tonight clearly, and they were very curious about the protagonist of the night before. It had to be said that the newly sealed Marquis of Knowing Fate was really important.
Xia Emperor wanted to kill someone, but this was the first time he failed.
"See Prince Yan"
All the ministers saluted. Although the legend of Great Xia did not care about political affairs, it did not prevent him from holding the highest title. No one dared to miss this gift.
"Get up," Prince Yan said lightly.
"Thank you Prince Yan" The ministers stood up.
"Third brother, long time no see." At the same time, Prince Hua stepped forward to greet him and sighed.
"Seven years"
As he finished speaking, a touch of sadness flashed through Prince Yan's eyes. Seven years is neither long nor short, and his fourth brother has gradually shown his age.
Time is ruthless and makes people grow old in a blink of an eye.
"Brother, he, ugh"
While looking at the Heavenly Edict Hall, Prince Hua sighed again. Although he was under house arrest by Xia Emperor for more than ten years, compared to other brothers back then, he finally survived.
After a person dies, all grievances and grudges disappear, leaving only emotion. The hatred he once had has faded a lot after more than ten years of house arrest. He is tired of hating and has looked away. He cannot spend his life with hatred in this world.
Now that Xia Emperor is dead, only three of the more than ten brothers are left.
"Let's go to the palace to see him off for the last time."
After saying that, Prince Yan took steps towards the Tianyu Hall.
Behind them, the ministers also followed the two princes into the palace. After entering, they all knelt down respectfully.
Not long after, Changsun walked in wearing a emerald crown of dragon and phoenix pearls and gold dragon and phoenix patterns. Looking at Xia Emperor on the dragon chair, he sighed deeply, unable to express either joy or sadness.
We have been together in the same wind and rain for more than ten years, and now we are bidding farewell in beautiful clothes, living up to the couple's expectations.
On the dragon chair, Xia Emperor's eyes are wide open, his face is smiling, and there is a hint of madness. He will live this life without regrets.