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"If you are lucky enough to redeem everything and be reincarnated as a human being, I pray that you will never join the royal family in the next life. I just wish to live an ordinary life, covered by a piece of tile. I will never do this again, harming others and myself, and struggling in the sea of ​​suffering!"

After saying this, Jiang Chen calmly put on his dragon robe and crown, held the Longteng Yunhai Sword in his arms, and lay quietly on the bed, waiting for the fire to invade.

He placed 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 sons and grandsons have come to beg for the punishment of their ancestors!" The moment the scorching temperature surrounded him, Jiang Chenzhi smiled slightly and felt no more burdened.

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

"I will protect Dayan's country and country. From now on, no one can invade the borders of Dayan and harm the interests of my people, Dayan!"

"The people of my country, Dayan, will not have to worry about food and clothing, live and work in peace and contentment, and will be admired by people all over the world. They will flock to Dayan's arms one after another, and no other country can compete with us!"

The sun was just right that day, the breeze was gentle, all the old ministers were comforting, the civil servants were convinced, the generals were respectful, the people were cheering, and they only had eyes for the young man.

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

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

When the fire was soaring into the sky, in the sky 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, "Chen'er..."

At the same moment, the prime minister and other ministers were also uneasy, as if a hand was grabbing their hearts, causing them severe pain, but they could not scream.

After a long 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 crime!"

The chambermaids, maids, guards, etc. in the palace had already panicked and ran out when Guan Zishu's army broke through the gate of the imperial city. Imperial power and dignity were nothing in the face of the threat of death.

What's more, no one is going to care about them at this time. If they don't run away quickly, are they going to wait for death on the spot?

The person who escaped from the palace first heard the movement behind him and couldn't help but look back. Looking at the fire, he couldn't help but feel lucky that he was running fast. He paused and continued to accelerate forward to escape.

The entire imperial city was momentarily panicked when Guan Zishu led the army to attack, but was soon calmed down by the orderly and orderly army style that did not kill innocent people indiscriminately.

Obediently close the doors and windows, do not run outside, wait until everything is over, follow the instructions of the officers and soldiers, and slowly resume your original life.

However, after learning that a fire broke out in the palace and that the emperor and the evil emperor were trapped in it, some elderly people ran to the street and knelt down in the direction of the palace, weeping for the emperor, regardless of their fear.

No matter what, they all owe Jiang Chenzhi a life after surviving the strange disease. Everyone can cheer for his passing, but they can't.

Some people were surprised. They did not expect that at this time, Jiang Chenzhi would still be followed by the public. It was a pity. If he had not been plagued by madness, perhaps he would not have reached this stage.

In the palace, although a group of guards surrendered naturally under Li Xiaoji's order, the moment a fire broke out in the emperor's chamber, the respect for the emperor that remained in their hearts still made them unable to stand idly by.

They all looked for tools to put out the fire in unison, and rushed to the bedroom one by one with the intention of rescuing the emperor.

Not only them, Guan Zishu and others were also thrown into chaos by the sudden fire. They ran towards the place where the fire started and organized the firefighting in an orderly manner amidst the chaos.

Helpless, Jiang Chenzhi never thought of leaving any room for himself. Even gods and Buddhas, not to mention humans, could not get even half a step closer to the blazing fire.

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

No matter how much I hated or complained about the emperor whose temperament changed drastically, at this moment, what still appeared in my mind was the image of the young monarch who held his head high and tested the medicine without hesitation, smiling and saying that he was responsible for everything.

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

"Your Majesty, Li Xiaoji!" As the cries kept coming, Guan Zishu, who wanted to risk her life, tried to run into the fire and rescue the people inside, roared, but was stopped by Wu Dayong.

Guan Zishu struggled endlessly, and the doubts in her heart were still unsolved. How could she let Li Xiaoji die? Not to mention Li Xiaoji, Jiang Chenzhi, the former emperor, could not die in such a confused way.

However, the fire was too strong, and Wu Dayong, who was also concerned about Li Xiaoji's safety, had to cry until tears streamed down his face while holding Guan Zishu tightly to prevent her from making unnecessary sacrifices.

The same goes for other people. If possible, they would all be willing to rescue Jiang Chenzhi. We will talk about the future later. But the reality is cruel. Going in will not help the situation, so why force it?

He Yu held "Po Ri" tightly and closed his eyes tightly, but no matter how tight he closed his eyes, tears still seeped out and slipped down, making him unable to hold on anymore and he knelt on the ground.

Why on earth, what is the truth of all this, coach, why do you just refuse to explain, and why do you want to end everything in such a tragic way?

Yi Meng stared blankly at the fire. His monarch and his brother were really dead?

They end everything in such a decisive way, but are they fighting against fate, or are 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 puzzled everyone. Although they would still be saddened by Jiang Chenzhi's death, he really went too far.

Someone stepped forward and dragged Yi Meng away, while someone silently put down the basin and looked for the digging tools they had handy, which would come in handy later.

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

Wu Dayong immediately let go. Perhaps he had used too much force. Once he let go, he fell to the side from exhaustion, gasping for air.

Guan Zishu stood up unsteadily and was supported by Ke Jinling in time. She watched helplessly as the fire burned away the remaining structure of the dormitory bit by bit.

Ke Jinling didn't know why her heart was so clogged. She should feel relaxed and happy about the passing of the evil king and traitor, but a strong sense of suffocation prevented her from relaxing.

With complicated emotions, Ke Jinling looked away, but noticed that firewalls had been dug out around the dormitory. Her eyes widened and she clenched her fists.

"Coach, look..." Ke Jinling let go and pointed at the fire zone, her fingers trembling a little as she said to Guan Zishu.

Guan Zishu looked along and couldn't help but open her eyes wide. When she looked at the fire scene again, her tears kept falling like broken pearls. Is this the last tenderness between His Majesty and Li Xiaoji?

Could it be that they had planned all this? Otherwise, why would they have chosen the way of death and made sufficient preparations?

Alas, it seems that the ending will not happen until tomorrow...