Daily note

Dawei's palace is full of extravagance.The golden pillars and glazed tiles are so bright that people can hardly open their eyes in the sun, and the nine dragons on the eaves of the temple stand proudly, looking down at the country with a ferocious condescension.

The sun shines into the rhombic sandalwood window, cutting the vermilion ground into intricate patterns.Under the white light, there are some strange light spots and dust flying, permeating the quiet air.

Liuxi Palace is the meeting place of the imperial court, and at this time on weekdays, it should be the time when civil and military officials go to court, but at this moment the palace is empty and not a single person can be seen.Looking up along the steps, there is a slender young man sitting on the dragon chair inlaid with gold and painted red.

The dragon chair is huge, and the boy sitting in it seems to occupy less than half of the space.He was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, but he didn't wear anything on his head. His long black hair fell down, covering half of his face.

The surroundings that were supposed to be quiet suddenly became noisy, and the noise gradually superimposed into deafening shouts from far to near, and the sound of people's footsteps went outside the palace and stopped at the palace gate.

The young man stood up slowly from the dragon chair, the bright yellow silk satin drooping heavily, and the whirring sound could almost be heard as he moved.He walked to the side of the steps, slowly pulled out the sword from the scabbard tied to his side, and stood leaning on the side of the steps.

With a sound of "dang", the gate of Liuxi Palace was knocked open, and a group of people rushed in with shining weapons in their hands.

Looking carefully, the clothes on these people's bodies are all tattered, with scarlet splatters on them, obviously stained with blood.The first person looked like he had been fished out of blood, his top and bottom were all red.He was holding a knife in his hand, but there was not a drop of blood on the blade, obviously it was a precious knife.

After entering Liuxi Palace, this group of people were startled when they saw the empty hall.The leader raised his head and met the eyes of the young man standing by the side of the steps.

The leader waved his hand, signaling to everyone behind him not to move rashly, stepped forward and said to the young man, "You, are you the emperor?"

The young man looked down at him, hesitated for a moment, finally gritted his teeth, raised the sword in his hand, the blade reflected a dazzling light.

The people below thought that he was going to make a move, so there was a commotion.

Amidst the commotion, the young man said loudly: "I would rather die than fall into the hands of rebellious officials and thieves!"

The leader was shocked and ran up the steps: "Wait, don't kill yourself..."

The young man glanced down, and said in a hard voice: "The Great Wei Jiangshan was destroyed by my hands, how can I see my ancestors in the ground!"

After finishing his speech, he raised his sword high, counterattacked from high to low, and slashed straight from the side of his face to his neck.

Blood spattered out and sprinkled all over the person who rushed up.The boy fell down slowly, and Ming Huang was swallowed up by scarlet, turning into bright red.

On the left side behind the dragon chair was a man half kneeling. The man was dressed in green, with two long wings supported by a gauze cap on his head. He was an official with a low rank.

In the midst of this chaos, he was on his knees, with a pen in his hand, writing something on the booklet in front of him.

——July Dingyou in the third year of Chengzhao, the rebel army broke into the palace, and the emperor killed himself in front of the thieves.

Dawei Jiangshan ends here...