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"That's not the case, no, no, you still have me, cheer up, at least you have to live strong."

Qing Niantong turned around and hugged Lin Xiao in his arms. A burst of green light slowly emerged from his body, and the phantom of a tree emerged behind him, branching out to form a big umbrella, covering the Snowflakes above their heads.

Then there was a voice in the darkness not far away, and Qing Niantong turned around suddenly, and saw a huge dark golden carriage slowly driving out of the wind and snow, and then the entire tombstone was surrounded by torches , The torch shines on the faces of the resolute soldiers.

While the heavy shield was standing horizontally and the sharp blade was out of its sheath, the carriage slowly approached the tombstone and stopped beside the two of them. The curtain was lifted by a hand, and a young man walked out.

The young man was wearing a majestic crown hat, and he was still wearing the crimson gauze robe embroidered with twelve coats of arms. The jade pendant and the jade hook on his waist collided with each other, making a ding-ding-dong-dong sound, which was faintly visible. The small dagger the size of a palm, it was this flickering dagger that made Zhao Yu appear in front of the Lord of Radiance in an instant, stabbing out the fourth sword that killed the god.

Zhao Yu walked up to the tombstone without characters, looked down, and remained silent. Liang Po's burly figure appeared behind him. Along with Liang Po, there was also a thin monk wearing a mask.

The number nine of Sitianjian, Daxia Hyena, the commander of Wuwushan Sitianjian.

"Who erected this monument?"

Zhao Yu's faint inquiry sounded, and Si Jiu behind him knelt on one knee, and replied respectfully:

"Your Highness, before the Fourth Army came here, the wordless stele existed, so it should be done by the enemy."

Zhao Yu hummed softly, but under the induction of all the people, Emperor Gunning swept towards the surroundings, like the anger of the sky, proving that the Lord of Great Xia was not in a calm mood, and Si Jiu's head hung even lower , again saying:

"When I arrived here in the afternoon, I found that there were four types of aura left here. The first was extremely high-temperature flames, the second and third were extremely pure dark energy and holy light, but there was also a very subtle aura of ice. This aura Although there is very little left, it goes straight to the source, so I dare to judge that it was this last aura that finally caused Lord Zhen Yuhou's death, and the most important thing is that there is a similar aura on the wordless stele."

"Huo Huo is undoubtedly Zhen Yuhou. The mouse of Mingzong and the Holy Light of the Empire are very good at judging, and this last original cold air, besides the female saint in the extreme northern snowfield, who else in the world?"

"I don't know the humble job yet, I only know that I am young, because my cultivation base has not yet entered the realm of a great master."

Si Jiu's young response was tinged with shame.

"This time, Si Tianjian has neglected his duty very much, but Daxia Glory is to know his shame and then be brave, so I will give Si Tianjian another chance. I don't ask you to catch him immediately, but within three days, I want to know him. Who is it, who have you met, how did you get here."

"As ordered."

Si Jiu clasped his fists and bowed, then retreated silently, leaving only a few people in front of the wordless stele in silence, and the originally lifeless little killer Lin Xiao, when he heard the four auras, there was something in his empty eyes. With a violent reaction, he broke free from Qing Niantong's arm, lay down on the ground at once, and then slowly crawled towards Zhao Yu, growling in a low voice while crawling:

"Your Highness, Your Highness, you must tell me who that person is, you must."

"Lin Xiao, calm down, Lin Xiao."

Qing Niantong leaned forward, Lin Xiao was still struggling forward, his face was mad, and his roar was extremely hoarse.

The Dao Soul of the Immemorial Tree behind Qing Niantong branched out and knocked on Lin Xiao's neck, emitting a misty green light, and the latter fell into a coma.

Zhao Yu gently stretched out his right hand, stroking the wordless stele standing in front of him, with a solemn expression, and after a long time, he said softly:

"Gods and people adore those who died in the war. Since the stele has been erected here, it is better to mention the words, and use the frost and snow as the tomb here. Zhenyuhou Lin Lang, after the town Yugong, posthumous title Zhongwu, Choose a date for the funeral."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Yu turned around and walked back to the carriage. When he came to the carriage, he stopped, and the steady voice sounded again:

"When he wakes up, tell him that I plan to form another Tianhui Army in addition to the Fourth Army. If he is interested, he can come to the White Emperor Palace to find me."

Chapter 0192

The sound of the once-in-ten-year blizzard that swept across the northwest of Daxia came to an abrupt end at midnight, quite abruptly, as if the snowfall of several days had been compressed into one day, coming quickly and stopping more urgent.

In the early morning light, the entire sky of Shenjing City was still shrouded in a layer of faint mist, and then the winter day with a little head poked out a little bit of light in the sky, passing through the mist, sprinkled in a piece of silver light in Shenjing City, Amidst the crowing of cocks, the entire Great Xia No. [-] city gradually woke up.

But last night, too many people in Shenjing City stayed up all night.

On the eastern outskirts of Shenjing, near the Taoist Palace, in a small courtyard, a beautiful figure, wearing a cotton padded coat, sat under the eaves, hugging her knees and staring at the courtyard wall in front of her in a daze.

The girl watched it all night. This night, she saw the north wind that came with the blizzard, blowing off the fallen leaves of the pomegranate tree in the courtyard, and startled a few jackdaws on the tree. After the snow stopped, it was like a full moon on a grinding disc in the middle of the night. , but the light in the next yard never came on again, and the man never came back, and probably never will.

The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws roost and startle again.

The door of the inner room on the side opened, and there was still an elegant middle-aged man in the purple robe of a Taoist palace. He walked out and looked at the red-eyed daughter who hadn't slept all night. There was a flash of pity in his eyes, and then he walked in gently. He sat down slowly beside the girl, and also looked at the wall in front of him, falling silent.

"Father, do you think he will come back?"

There was a trace of choking in the girl's words, and the voice of questioning was also subtle.

"Father doesn't know."

The deep and mellow voice of Chu Zhengyang, the master of the Daoist Palace, resounded.

"I know that you, Daddy, have a penetrating mind and can reach people's hearts. You are a great cultivator in the Taoist Palace, so there are very few things in this world that you don't know about, but he won't come back, even I know."

The middle-aged man in the purple robe raised his hand and touched the girl's head. The purple vitality radiated slowly from her body, dispelling the winter cold, and then said:

"But father can't see through him. For other teenagers in this world, as long as you say what you want, father can tie him over, but he is the only one who can't, father can't do it."

"I know, he doesn't belong to anyone, he belongs to the world."

The girl's voice was lonely, and pearls kept falling from the big eyes.

The middle-aged man in purple robe gently wiped away tears for his daughter, looked into the latter's eyes, and said solemnly:

"Hey, girl, you have to understand that what you seek deliberately is often not found. Under the avenue, all things come and go, and there is his time."

"But Dad, you only lower your brows, but you care about your heart. I can't do anything about it. I can't forget it."

Miss Yanyan howled and burst into tears, tears pouring down like springs.

Although it snowed heavily yesterday, the officials of Gyeonggi Prefecture in Daxia had already arranged handyman. Before dawn, the snow on the road had been cleared. Therefore, the Qiongye Pavilion in Qinglongmen of Shenjing City was still full of people. The people in China have already unconsciously developed a habit of having a bowl of hot noodle soup at breakfast, which can keep the body warm and energetic throughout the day.

A young figure with a rucksack on his back stopped in front of the gate of the wine restaurant. The young man raised his head, his pupils dilated and shrunk to look upwards. After hesitating for a moment, he did not enter, but turned around and merged into the crowd. Within the city gate, wait for the city gate to be lowered.

After half a stick of incense, the Qinglong Gate was put down, and the young figure stepped out of the city, walking towards the distance step by step. The wide and majestic city gate behind him was no different from when he first came, but he had become different.

The young man didn't turn his head back, because maybe he turned his head back, and he never wanted to leave.

In an inn in Shenjing City, a letter was gently placed on a round table, and then the letter was gently picked up by a white and slender hand. Girl Rouge opened the envelope, looked up, and then sighed softly in one breath.

At the same time, in the gloomy Zhenyuhou Mansion, the entire mansion has been hung with strips of plain cloth, completely immersed in extreme grief.

Qing Niantong opened her eyes on the bed, propped up her body slightly with one hand, and pulled up the quilt with the other hand, covering the extremely seductive infinite spring under the quilt, but there was nothing around her, and no one was there.

She turned her head to look, and there was also a letter on the round table in Lin Xiao's house, which belonged to the eldest son of Zhen Yuhou.

When the sky turned pale, the lights of the mansions in the two most noble alleys of Zizhu and Liuye in Shenjing City were lit up almost at the same time. A carriage parked at the door.

Afterwards, the two long dragons set off at the same time, and drove out of the alley in a row, and gathered in one place to form a big dragon, and then slowly drove outside the White Emperor Palace, on the Baiyu Avenue that had been repaired overnight, and drove into the Meridian Gate Inside, if you pay attention, you will find that its traveling route is exactly the same as when Emperor Kong entered the palace.

Emperor Kong was stopped by the imperial city guards in front of the Huangji Hall, and the carriage in the long queue was also stopped at this position. Figures in official uniforms walked out of the carriage, and then accompanied by Chaoyang, walking towards Huangji Hall.

Originally, the civil and military officials of the Great Xia would spontaneously gather into two groups and chat with each other, but today's situation is different from the past. No one spoke on the long road leading to the Emperor Palace, and everyone bowed their heads in silence. Looking at the undulating stairs under his feet, his face was dignified and solemn.

The stairs outside the Huangji Hall seemed to be stretched infinitely, and the passage of time slowed down a little.

Civil and military officials entered from both sides of the majestic and majestic Huangji Hall, both civil and military, and stood in the hall with their heads bowed.

The golden phoenix emperor and the black four-winged mysterious bird, two behemoths, are still soaring above the Huangji Hall, singing, and passing through extremely mysterious trajectories, emitting a faint power, and the void is fluctuating.

Under the Phoenix Emperor and Xuanniao, the position symbolizing the Lord of Great Xia is still vacant at this time, and the figure that originally belonged to Empress Wu did not appear on it. Not daring to look at it anymore, feeling awe in my heart, holding my breath and waiting.

Finally, the unique voice of an old eunuch resounded throughout the Huangji Hall.

"Kneel, welcome!"

All civil and military officials in the Manchu Dynasty knelt down and bowed down.

A sound of steady footsteps came slowly from the back of Huangji Hall, it was very soft at first, and then gradually became clearer and clearer.

The footsteps came at almost the same interval, indicating that the footsteps of the person coming were very steady, but each sound of this clear and steady footstep sounded like stepping on the hearts of the kneeling people in the hall, making them unconsciously trembling, trembling.

One step passed, and one body trembled.

Chapter 0193

The heart of Great Xia is Shenjing, and the center of Shenjing is the White Emperor Palace.

The Palace of the White Emperor is respected by the Huangji Hall, where the emperor commands the world, and no one dares not to obey.

The entire majestic Huangji Hall is supported by four huge pillars supporting the sky, surrounded by a hundred birds, and the Phoenix Emperor soaring at the top of the hall combines the meaning of a hundred birds facing the phoenix.

"The ministers welcome His Highness the Emperor Taisun, Your Highness is blessed by the heavens, and the world will be prosperous forever."

Accompanied by the voices of greetings from all the cultural relics and officials like a mountain roaring and a tsunami, a young emperor walked towards the front of the Huangji Hall, the Great Xia Throne on the high platform.

Before Zhao Yu came to the throne, he turned around and sat down, his movements were natural, his face was still calm, as if it should be like this, as if he had done it countless times so naturally, looking at the densely packed big Xia officials below him, he said lightly :

"Be flat."

The voice he spoke was very soft, but it continued to echo in the hall, accompanied by the vast majesty, and passed into the ears of everyone below.

The Zhao clan doesn't like gold as much as the previous dynasty, using gold to set off the majesty of the royal family, but prefers black, so the robes Zhao Yu is wearing at this time are all black, with phoenixes and black birds embroidered with golden silk, Coupled with the Tongtian Crown and the flower of blood between the brows below, the steady eyes are like abysses, and the imperial power is so vast that it is impossible to look directly at it.

After all the officials got up and stood up, the old eunuch standing beside Zhao Yu slowly said:

"I have something to report."

After the words fell, the huge Huangji Hall fell into silence for a moment, and all the cultural relics and officials bowed their heads. Facing the power of the young emperor, no one dared to come forward to report.

Zhao Yu was not in a hurry, he had always been very patient, so he waited quietly. The atmosphere in the Emperor's Palace became more and more oppressive, as if a huge storm was constantly condensing.

As time went by, the heads of civil and military officials became lower and lower. Finally, the figure on the throne reacted, stood up gently, and gradually walked to the steps, a faint voice came down:

"Today is my first morning court. You guys know very little about me, and I also don't know much about you, so today, I will ask, and you will answer."

Zhao Yu frowned slightly, glanced down, and said again:

"Gyeonggi Province, Shan Wenbai."

Hearing this, Shaoyin Shan Wenbai of Gyeonggi Prefecture walked out of the queue, only to be middle-aged, but his hair was already half white, he bowed to the front, and responded:

"The minister is here."

"Have the people of Shenjing City who went to the underground palace to escape yesterday comforted them?"

Shan Wenbai thought for a moment, then answered:

"Except for a few people who were frightened and fell down in a panic, no one was injured. This time the alien Yuhuang sky attacked Shenjing City, and did not cause any major damage or casualties. There is only one matter, and I hope His Highness decides."

"What's the matter?"

"Yesterday's escape into the underground palace, and Zhen Yuhou's death in battle, how should I give an explanation to the whole world?"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the hall was shocked.

The death of Marquis Zhen Yu in battle is the last thing all officials want to mention at present, because there are too many strange things in it, so none of the officials dare to report it today. Munbaek-hui of Shaoyin Mountain in Gyeonggi Province took the initiative to bring it up.

Zhao Yu, who was in front of the throne, did not answer immediately, and the three cinnabar patterns above his frowning became more and more red. Instead, he turned to Duke Wei, who was at the front of the queue, and asked lightly:

"Xu Sheng, what do you think?"

"The old minister thought that he would tell the world only after hunting down the head of the rebellious Marquis Weiyuan."

The burly Duke of Wei Xu Sheng's voice was like a bell, shaking the entire Huangji Hall.

Before the words fell, a sergeant entered the Huangji Hall from outside the hall, walked quickly to the center of the hall, knelt down on one knee in front of Zhao Yu, and then said loudly:

"His Royal Highness, the Emperor Taisun, urgent military situation, the Youyi Army encountered a great rebellion against Marquis Weiyuan yesterday in the northern wasteland, and Guan Zhengqing, the deputy commander of the Youyi Army, took off his head and put him to death."

There was a burst of whispering in the entire Huangji Hall, but Zhao Yu on the high platform remained unmoved, turned around and sat back on the throne, shook his head, and the more majestic voice came down again.

"Just one Marquis of Weiyuan is far from enough. Master once told me that the glory of our Great Xia is to be brave after knowing our shame, so killing a Marquis of Weiyuan is far from enough to avenge our shame. Now that I have taken this position, then I have Obligation to take back the glory that belongs to Great Xia with my own hands, so I want to see two things in front of me."

The young emperor's voice became colder and colder, with a faint murderous aura overflowing, and the hall seemed to have fallen into freezing point, with a sea of ​​blood rolling down from above.

For this time, Zhao Yu was angry in his heart, because someone died because of him, so more blood was needed to wash away the emperor's anger.

After he returned from the tombstone of Marquis Zhenyu last night, he had been hiding the anger in his heart. His heart was not going well, so the words he spoke at this moment had an extremely strong murderous intent.

"First, I want the head of the Great Duke Lionheart of the Empire. Since the Empire cut off my Daxia's right arm and the sky of Yulongguan, I will also cut off his left arm, so I will give it back to Si Tianjian. The Ministry of War has two days to present me with a feasible battle plan. If you can't do it, then I will do it myself.

"Secondly, I want the so-called remnants of the soul clan in the Shenji Pavilion to be wiped out, leaving no one behind."

The young and steady voice rolled down, and the civil and military officials below directly knelt on their knees, put their hands on the ground, rested their foreheads on the backs of their hands, and did not dare to raise their heads.

The emperor was furious, laying down millions of corpses. At this moment, Zhao Yu was no longer in the bitter tea house, soaking his feet with his eyes closed under the pomegranate tree, but the co-lord of the entire Daxia human race.

These are rights and duties.

"Wait, do you know everything?"

The voice above returned to calm, but the hearts of the people below were turbulent. Their foreheads stuck to the back of their hands on the ground, and they replied in unison:

"The minister will know."

"One more thing, I will build another army in addition to the Fourth Army of Pengri, Youchi, Shenwei, and Tianwu. It will be called Tianhui, and its status will be equal to that of the Fourth Army. Guard."

The sun rose in mid-air, dispelling the thick fog that originally shrouded Shenjing City, shining on the entire Shenjing City, and also shining on the scarlet gate of Huangji Hall.

The gate of the hall opened, and all civil and military officials walked out. You Tingjian, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, quickened his pace and caught up with Wenbai Shaoyin of Gyeonggi Prefecture who was walking in front. He raised his hand and patted the latter on the shoulder, and said: