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Since Lu Meng was young, he has been having a dream.

He dreamed that he was standing on a high platform with only Ling Yun standing shoulder to shoulder with him, and he had a panoramic view of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

He was dressed in a yellow robe and wielded a long sword. His subordinates, dignitaries and ordinary people were like a sea, all prostrated themselves on the ground, shouting long live to him.

He was born in a general's family. Because his ancestors saved the life of the founding father of the Qi Dynasty in the chaos of war, he was granted a title of knighthood, and later generations inherited the title. He devoted himself to the Qi royal family's southern and northern wars.

He is the eldest son of the family, and he was doomed to inherit the title of title in the future. Therefore, he has been familiar with the art of war since he was a child. At the age of 12, he was thrown into the military camp by his father. He was urged to grow up by the sound of horns again and again. .

At that time, he still didn't understand his father's original intention of letting him strengthen his body, sharpen his will, and accumulate experience for possible future battles, but in later life, he thanked his father countless times for his sternness and determination at that time.

After he became an adult, his father died suddenly, and he logically inherited his father's title.

He also thought about fulfilling his duties and allegiance to the Qi imperial family, but he faintly felt that he should stand on a higher ground, and not just be like his father who only satisfied with the small title passed down by his family, and bowed his knees to others all his life, submissive.

As a young man, he began to have a dream.This dream was embedded in his heart like a seed, and it became more and more luxuriant as he grew older.

What happened later proved that fate favored him.Relying on his own strength, as a military general, he occupies a place that cannot be ignored in the court, and has continuously captured the military power into his own hands.

Ambition is such a thing, the more it is satisfied, the more it expands.Gradually he discovered that the emperor who ruled them was getting old and had lost his will to forge ahead. women are no different.

He hated this kind of court, and the dream he had in his youth haunted his mind again.If I can be the emperor, I will be able to do better than the old emperor at this time!

The old emperor died, and the new emperor who replaced him was weak. At the time when the old and the new were changing, court officials attacked each other, party disputes continued, and he couldn't take care of himself. Finally, he found a chance to turn the world upside down.

On the day when he stepped into Qihuang Palace, the sky could not see the sun, the clouds were deserted, and the sky was full of gunpowder smoke. The armor on his body was covered with blood, and the blood flowed into rivers under his feet, and the sound of crying echoed in his ears. He finally sat down with bloody footprints step by step. He got the position he had dreamed of for a long time, and the history books opened a new page for him. His name and the country title of Dayu will be engraved on it forever.

In the first month of the founding of the People's Republic of China, heavy rain fell in the Northwest, which had been drought for many years. Obviously, God was also congratulating him on his success, so? He named the year of this year as "Qinglin".

Not long after, his first wife, the current queen, gave birth to a daughter for him. The so-called happiness is nothing more than happiness. He named her "Qi" in conjunction with the rain in the northwest, and gave her the title Xuan city.

Standing again in front of the highest meeting hall in the imperial city with a different identity, holding the hilt of the sword on his waist, overlooking the world, he suddenly realized his youthful dream. Oath, what about Emperor Qin and Han Wu?

He, Lu Meng, is determined to create a glorious and prosperous world of his own, and his achievements will last forever, and will be praised by all ages!

It's just that, just in a trance, he sat on the dragon chair, but he became more and more unhappy.

Foreign troubles and internal troubles, foreign countries and tigers, government affairs are not prosperous, people's livelihood is sluggish, and the people are crying. There are always endless memorials on his desk, and none of his sons can make him worry.

Obviously, the emperor on the dragon chair, and the ministers under the dragon chair have changed a group of people, why is life like going back to the time when Emperor Qi was in power?

Could it be that there is some magical power in the hall he stepped on, which can make the people in it fall into reincarnation and keep repeating the same mistakes?

After working diligently for more than ten years, he suddenly realized that he was a little tired.

The ministers at the lower ranks are chattering and arguing forever, trying to prevent themselves from doing this or that, and their every move makes them dissatisfied.

The constant sound of admonitions in his ears disturbed him.

presumptuous!He is the ninety-five supreme being of destiny, how dare they control themselves!He wanted them to shut up, and even killed a few of them with a cane, but he aroused the dissatisfaction of his most valued prince.

When the prince died, it was too late when I regretted my excessive criticism of him.

Knowing that his illness was inexplicable, but because he was extremely angry, he killed all the imperial doctors who served the crown prince, making it impossible to trace the cause of the crown prince's death. This is also a part of his heart that is unknown to outsiders pain.

The court hall was quiet for several months, until the national teacher proposed to him that he wanted to build a Wangxiantai, and then it boiled again.

When he saw the drawing of Wangxiantai, he found that it was exactly what the high platform looked like in his youth's dream.

Even though he knew that building this Wangxiantai would drain the national treasury and consume people's power, he made a decisive decision to build this Wangxiantai to end his dream.

He entrusted this matter to his most trusted and capable son-in-law Shu Shen, who was also the son-in-law he had carefully selected for Xuancheng. He believed in his ability, and also believed that his own vision could not be wrong.

After living up to his expectations, Shu Shen really did a good job.If it hadn't been for Shu Shen's sudden accident, Wangxiantai might have been completed before he fell ill.

During the construction of Wangxiantai, he had more than one dream come back to his youth, night after night, and finally as soon as he closed his eyes, he could see the bluestone steps going up from the high platform right in front of him. Walking up step by step, waving his sleeves and overlooking the world, all the people worship him as their respect.

Until his beloved daughter Xuancheng forced the palace to ask him to abdicate, he suddenly fell ill.

In the dream, he who was able to walk and walk without hindrance seemed to reflect the reality, and his limbs suddenly became weak.

But he was so obsessed with the scenery on the high platform that he disregarded his emperor's dignity and climbed up to the high platform with all his hands and feet, enjoying the support of the people under the high platform again.

And then to the son-in-law who was given to death by a cup of poisoned wine... No!It was the evil official Shu Shen who suddenly appeared before his sick bed, claiming to be the fish that slipped through the net from the Qi royal family who was not slaughtered by him, and wanted to demand debt from him.

With a piercing smile, she wrapped the white silk around her neck, and somehow she closed her eyes and lost consciousness.

This time, the upward green steps on the high platform appeared again before his eyes, and he climbed up with his hands and feet without thinking as before.

Seeing that the top is looming not far away, but this time he can't climb there anyway. After two or three steps, there are two or three steps, endlessly, over and over again, but the distance between him and the top further away.

Just when he was exhausted and stopped to rest, a hurricane suddenly blew towards him from the side of the high platform, flipping him off the green steps and rolling him down...

In the fifth year of Yuanxi's reign, the crown prince passed away at the age of 70. All the officials were dressed in plain clothes, and the whole world mourned.One month later, the emperor's coffin was buried in the mausoleum.

The white procession returning from the funeral filled the entire street, only a few less tomb guards and the coffin of the Supreme Emperor than when they left.

A team of ceremonial sticks cleared the way, flanked by Jinwu guards on horseback, followed by a team of officials, including civil servants and generals, all of them wore sackcloth and filial piety over their official robes, with mournful expressions on their faces.

Behind all the officials, the most eye-catching person in the team was a man riding beside the last carriage.

Unlike everyone else in plain white clothes, he was the only one wearing black clothes, with a special silver mask on his face, and his temperament was incompatible with the funeral procession.

But it seems that he has a very close relationship with the people in the carriage, so those ceremonial officials will tolerate his specialness, and people can't help but guess his identity.

The doors and windows of the shops on both sides of the street were tightly closed. They were afraid of avoiding such a thing. From time to time, some people stood by the roadside, all of them sighing, expressing their condolences to the Emperor.

On a roof not far from the street, a black figure landed on the tiles with a vigorous figure, and in an instant, he bent down and hid his body, only half of his head was exposed, and peeked at the carriage of the funeral procession.

She first glanced at the guards guarding the carriage, and finally her eyes fell on the woman dressed as a man in black.

Her name is Fei Yuan, and she is a killer.

That woman in black clothes had a sworn hatred with her, she had been looking for her for six years, and she had only found her in the Chu Ting Mansion a few months ago.

She thought she was a man, but she, like herself, was a woman disguised as a man.

She originally planned to finish off the other party on the way of tracking, but there was a very vigilant guard leader among the other party's troops, and with him, she couldn't even get close to him.

But now, the chief guard is not around, which is the best time to strike.No matter how thick the mask on her face is, he can still recognize her just by the pair of exposed eyes.

She was about to aim at that person with a crossbow, when a guard in the funeral procession looked over, she quickly hid herself, and by hiding, she missed the best time to assassinate.

She angrily hammered on the eaves, ignoring the blood spilling from the wound on the back of her hand, and flew over the eaves and walls to rush to the next suitable assassination point again.

Seeing that half of the funeral procession had entered the palace gate, there would be no chance if she didn't strike. She found a position a little closer to the man, raised her crossbow-arrow regardless, and aimed at the man in black.

Before launching, she saw that the opponent had no weapon in his hand, and she thought of something, the crossbow-arrow was shifted by half a point, and the arrow pointed directly at the person in the carriage beside her.

She wants the other party to die by himself.

Sure enough, as she expected, the other party stood in front of the carriage alone and withstood the arrow for the people in the carriage.

It was a subconscious move, no matter who the crossbow arrow was aimed at, Shu Dianhe would stand in front of Xuancheng.

She heard the sound of sharp blades piercing through flesh and blood, she saw a winged crossbow-arrow pierced into her heart, she was pushed off the horse by the impact of the crossbow-arrow, and fell heavily to the ground, she tasted The smell of blood.

Time seemed to stand still, and after an instant, the funeral procession exploded.

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