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"If you are lucky enough to redeem everything and be able to reincarnate as a human being, I pray that you will not enter the royal family for the rest of your life, but just live an ordinary life, covered by tiles, and never be like this life again, harming others and yourself, struggling in the sea of ​​suffering!"

After the words fell, Jiang Chenzhi calmly changed into the dragon robe, put on the crown, held the Longteng Yunhai Sword, and lay quietly on the bed, waiting for the fire to invade.

He put the box containing all the truth in the mechanism under the jade pillow. If someone came to move his body, the mechanism would be triggered and the box would be delivered to the right person.

"The unfilial children and grandchildren have come to beg the ancestors to forgive them!" At the moment when the scorching heat surrounded him, Jiang Chenzhi smiled slightly, no longer burdened.

In a daze, he seemed to see the high-spirited young man standing on the city wall confidently promising the courtiers, "I will be a good emperor who loves all people!"

"The country of the wild goose is protected by me. From now on, no one will violate the border of the wild goose and harm the interests of our people!"

"The people of my country of wild geese will live and work in peace and contentment without worrying about food and clothing. People all over the world yearn for it, and they will flock into the arms of wild geese. There will be no competition among nations!"

The sun was just right that day, the breeze was gentle, all the veterans were comforted, the civil servants were convinced, the generals were revered, and the common people cheered. They only had young boys in their eyes.

But the young man's eyes were full of stars and the sea, and he had the world in his heart. At that time, he really thought that he was fearless and could pick the stars with his hands.

It turned out that what he thought was just what he thought.

When the flames were soaring into the sky, in the prison, Mr. Gan, who had been too lazy to pay attention to the noise outside, suddenly opened his eyes, and two lines of tears fell down, "Chen'er..."

At the same moment, the prime minister and other ministers were also restless, as if a hand was grabbing their hearts, causing them severe pain, but they couldn't cry out.

After a while, the prime minister knelt on the ground, looked in the direction of the imperial city, and cried out as if guessing, "Your Majesty, I deserve death for my crimes!"

The maids, maids and guards in the palace panicked and ran out when Guan Zishu's army broke through the gate of the imperial city. What kind of imperial power, what kind of dignity, is nothing in front of the threat of death.

What's more, there is no one to take care of them at this time, if they don't run quickly, are they going to die on the spot?
The person who escaped from the palace first heard the movement behind him, couldn't help but glanced back, looked at the fire, couldn't help but thank himself for running fast, paused, and continued to speed up and escape.

The entire imperial city was briefly flustered when Guan Zishu led the army to attack, but was soon soothed by the orderly army style of not killing innocent people indiscriminately.

Close the doors and windows obediently, don't run around, wait until everything is over, obey the orders of the officers and soldiers, and slowly resume the original life.

However, after knowing the news that the imperial palace was on fire and all the foolish kings and traitors were trapped in it, some elderly people, regardless of fear, ran to the street to kneel and salute in the direction of the imperial palace, weeping for the emperor.

No matter what, they who survived the strange disease all owe Jiang Chenzhi a life, everyone can cheer for his passing, only they can't.

Some people were very surprised. Unexpectedly, at this time, Jiang Chenzhi still has people following him, which is a pity. If he hadn't been troubled by madness, maybe he wouldn't have come to this point.

In the palace, although a group of guards surrendered logically under Li Xiaoji's order, the moment the emperor's bedroom was on fire, the respect for the emperor remained in their hearts still made them unable to stand idly by.

They unanimously searched for tools to put out the fire, one by two rushed to the bedroom, intending to rescue the emperor.

Not only them, Guan Zishu and the others were also thrown into chaos by the sudden fire, and they all ran to the place where the fire broke out, organizing the firefighting in an orderly manner amidst the chaos.

Helpless, Jiang Chenzhi never thought of leaving a little room for himself, the raging fire let alone people, even gods and Buddhas couldn't get half a step closer.

Guan Zishu and the others who were forced to stand outside the fire scene were extremely anxious, but there was nothing they could do. Many people half-kneeled on the ground, weeping bitterly for the emperor's fall.

The emperor who once hated and resented the emperor who changed his temperament is fine. At this moment, the image of the young monarch who held his head high and refused to hesitate to test the medicine for the disease still appeared in his mind, smiling and saying that everything depends on him.

The cries were transmitted from inside the palace to outside the palace, and from outside the palace back to the inside of the palace. Dayan Imperial City was destined to be wrapped in sadness this day, making it difficult to struggle.

"Your Majesty, Li Xiaoji!" Guan Zishu, who was crying one after another, wished to risk her life, tried to run into the fire and rescue the people inside, but was stopped by Wu Dayong.

Guan Zishu struggled endlessly, the doubts in her heart were still unsolved, how could she let Li Xiaoji die?Leaving aside Li Xiaoji, Jiang Chenzhi, the former emperor, couldn't die so muddled.

However, the fire was so intense that Wu Dayong, who was also concerned about Li Xiaoji's safety, could only cry with tears streaming down his face, while holding Guan Zishu tightly, preventing her from making unnecessary sacrifices.

The same goes for the others, if possible, they are all willing to rescue Jiang Chenzhi, we will talk about it later, but the reality is cruel, going in will not help, so why force it?
He Yu held "Po Ri" tightly, and closed his eyes fiercely, but no matter how tightly he closed, tears still oozed and slipped down, making him no longer able to support himself, and knelt on the ground.

Why on earth, what is the truth of all this, coach, why do you just refuse to explain, and you want to end everything in such a tragic way?
Yi Meng stared blankly at the big fire, his monarch, his brother really died?

They ended everything in such a decisive way, but they were fighting against fate, but were they complaining to Heaven about this unfair fate?
"Pfft—" Scenes from the past kept replaying in his mind, compared with the fire that seemed to tear the sky apart, Yi Meng unconsciously spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell softly to the ground.

His reaction made everyone puzzled, although they would still be sad for Jiang Chenzhi's death, but he really went too far.

Someone stepped forward and dragged Yi Meng away, while someone silently put down the basin to find the digging tools they had in hand, which would be needed later.

After a long time, Guan Zishu stopped struggling, and said weakly to Wu Dayong: "Let go of me, I won't be impulsive anymore, and it's too late to be impulsive."

Wu Dayong immediately let go, maybe he was using too much force, once he let go, he was so tired that he fell to the side, panting heavily.

Guan Zishu stood up staggeringly, and was supported by Ke Jinling in time, watching helplessly as the fire gradually burned the remaining structure of the bedroom.

Ke Jinling didn't know why her heart was so congested. She should have felt relieved and happy about the passing of the tyrant and traitor, but a strong sense of suffocation made her unable to relax.

With complicated emotions, Ke Jinling looked away, but noticed that fire barriers had been dug out around the bedroom, so she couldn't help opening her eyes wide and clenching her fists.

"Boss, look..." Ke Jinling let go of her hand and said to Guan Zishu with trembling fingers when she pointed at the fire barrier.

Guan Zishu looked at the past, and couldn't help opening her eyes wide. When she looked at the fire scene again, tears kept falling like broken pearls. Is this the last tenderness of His Majesty and Li Xiaoji?
Could it be that they planned all of this? Otherwise, why did they even choose the way of death and make sufficient preparations?
Alas, it looks like the ending won't be until tomorrow...