More than two months have passed. Huo Ranwen www. ranwena`com

When Bai Yu woke up one day and learned that he had finally arrived outside Chang'an City.

I wiped the saliva from the corners of my mouth, turned over and continued to sleep. I haven't entered the city yet. I'll talk about it after entering the city. The ghost knows if it will take three or four days to enter Chang'an. As for saying that I can't get in, it is impossible. There is no shadow of big bosses such as Yuan Shengun and Li Xiangyan behind the incident. If you don't want to suffer heavy losses, it is the best choice to escape.

Maybe God sensed Li Chongjun's sadness and rain fell, and the cool rain soaked Li Chongjun's whole body and extinguished his dreams...

Within two days, the soldiers defending the city took the initiative to open the city gate and put down their weapons to surrender.

The surrender of these defenders not only saved the ancients from being destroyed by the war, but also saved the lives of their families and children. Li Chongjun rode a tall horse and walked among the kneeling soldiers on both sides of the street. Li Chongjun, the emperor can go this far in the field can be regarded as unprecedented.

The raindrops fell on the awnings of the shops on both sides of the street with a thud, and the hoofs of the horses' hooves on the stone road were crisp.

Behind the emperor riding a tall horse were carriages. The senior officials who had been driven out or fled before returned to Chang'an again, as if to prove their wisdom to those who stayed here. Below, only the sound of wheels and hooves could be heard.

There were people in the houses on both sides of the road peeking out with their eyes open, worried that the chaos of the soldiers would be rampant, but fortunately, this scene did not appear.

One of the nine carriages, which was covered by a curtain, attracted many people's attention. The nine white horse-drawn carriages, the exquisite and gorgeous carriages covered with gold leaf, the expensive silk curtains, and the faint figure in the carriage, everything was so mysterious. .

Bai Yu has only one feeling about Chang'an at present, which is depression.

A long time ago, when I first came to Chang'an, the prosperous people on the streets walked leisurely and talked and laughed, worthy of the title of the first ancient capital in the world. Now, the streets are quiet and horses can gallop.

Facing this situation, I expressed emotion.

"No wonder you surrender without even letting go of an arrow. You are not qualified to be a tyrant."

Along the way, I kept seeing the troops that put down their weapons and surrendered, and even the Imperial Forest Army began to surrender as an organic system. I am afraid that these will be written into the history books for future generations to ridicule.

The team continued to move forward, and the majestic palace of Daming Palace could be seen in the distance.

There was no resistance, only the imperial guards kneeling on both sides, officials big and small, and the few aristocratic family elders left in Chang'an City.

Li Chongqian rode his horse and walked in front of these people without saying a word.

Bai Yu felt that it was not Li Chongqian's ruthless and high-styled style, but that he was probably tense and nervous and didn't know what to do, so he could only maintain his image with a cold face.

Walking all the way to the outside of Daming Palace.

Many troops and carriages stopped in the square, and Li Chongqian and more than 100 people rode their horses to the Daming Palace.

The heavy red lacquer palace gate opened slowly in front of Li Chongqian, and a breeze mixed with the rotten smell of Daming Palace rushed from the cave of the city gate.

The guards had surrendered and knelt down. The rain had soaked their clothes and dripped down their chins. No one dared to move, and the palace gates were wide open without defense.

Walking into the gate of the palace gate, the city wall above his head blocked the rain, and the dark gate made Li Chongqian a little nervous.

The one who was more nervous, fearful and crazy than him was the fourth brother of the emperor in the palace, Li Chongjun.

There were no palace maids and eunuchs in the hall, only a madman who was slashing and slashing wildly with his dancing sword. The screen made of expensive wood was chopped to pieces by a sword. Li Chongjun suddenly set his eyes on the dragon chair, the chair that he had longed for so much, and now it seemed that he was mocking himself as a short-lived emperor.

"I chop! Chop your broken chair! Go to hell!"

The chair where his ancestors sat for hundreds of years saw dust flying...

Li Chongqian, who came to the front of the hall where Li Chongjun was located, saw a lunatic sitting on a broken dragon chair in a daze.

Drops of water dripped from the eaves, and the ding-dong sound of the falling water even echoed in the empty and quiet hall.

The window grille was cut with many holes, and the cold and tidal wind blew into the hall, causing Li Chongjun's hair to flutter. The strong smell of the palace reminded Li Chongjun of burping after drinking and eating meat.

Li Chongjun, who was wearing a dragon robe with disheveled hair, raised his head.

"You came?"

After he finished speaking, he remembered something, got up and bent over to rummage through the mess.

"Where's my crown? Where did it go?"

I finally found my crown, and I put it on the top of my head. Because my posture was wrong, no one could help me. My hair was tangled on it and couldn't be pulled off. .

Li Chongjun and the people behind him watched quietly, as if watching another farce. The messy hair and the crooked crown were funny and a little pitiful.

"Why don't you kneel when you see me? Kneel down quickly!"

No one moved, still quietly watching Li Chongjun frantically.

"Fourth brother, it's over."

The word "End" seemed like a poisonous thorn deeply pierced into Li Chongjun's heart, and the unwillingness and anger in his heart erupted wildly, roaring hysterically.

"Nonsense!"

"It's all you scoundrels and thieves who want to seize our country! This world belongs to us!"

"None of you want to take it away!"

"Rebels! All are rebels!"

"Why do you resist when I let people kill you? Don't you know that your destiny cannot be violated!"

Li Chongqian didn't know whether the fourth brother was really crazy or pretended to be crazy. The farce should be over, but he couldn't do anything and really killed him. He could kill his brother, but Li Chongqian couldn't. Now There are only two brothers left, and if one dies, it will be really lonely.

"Let's go, I can let you be a rich man and live in peace."

After all, he is still soft-hearted~lightnovelpub.net~ Li Chongjun raised his head with disbelief and enlightenment in his eyes. As for being a rich man, it is just an extravagant hope. No one will let an emperor who was forced to abdicate continue to live, especially This is especially true of those aristocratic families who forced Li Chongjun to abdicate. There is only one outcome for abdication, and that is death.

"Old Nine."

"What is the fourth brother going to say?"

"Don't trust anyone, remember, it's everyone..."

Li Chongjun was paralyzed on the dragon chair and twitched, a beautiful ornate dagger in his palm pierced diagonally from the waist up to the second rib, his eyes looked at the exquisite roof of the main hall, the damp and cold wind blew through his hair and swayed, The crown was pulled aside, and a generation of emperors committed suicide on the dragon chair that they only had after struggling for a short life.

Everything was over quickly. Li Chongqian looked at the gradually icy corpse and wondered if he should celebrate his imminent becoming emperor. The cool wind blowing into the hall from the broken window made him feel icy cold.

In particular, Li Chongjun's last words before his death echoed in his ears all the time.

Who can you trust? He was just a desolate son of the late emperor. His maid and **** ran away. Every day he was worried that someone would come to assassinate him. He suddenly turned into a prince and was about to ascend to the throne. He was manipulated all the way to this imperial city. When was it so desolate?

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