Chapter 251 Zhui Yu

This winter is particularly cold.

Regardless of whether it was for Great Zhou or Chen Country, it was the same.

Meng Liang raised his head and looked at the snowflakes falling from the night sky. He thought that if there was a sweet potato that was roasted to a golden color on such a snowy night, it would be great.

Mount Li was incomparable to the Exquisite Pavilion. Nearly ten thousand swordsmen followed the creed of taking swords as friends and living by swords. They lived a life as light as an ascetic monk.

In his master's words, the swordsman from Mount Li was the purest swordsman.

Of course, that master was no longer his master.

He was sold to the Sword Tomb with a bargaining chip he didn't know.

However, in Meng Liang's heart, he still subconsciously regarded Mount Li as his sect.

On a snowy night like this, he always recalled the days when he had sneaked out from the top of the mountain, built a campfire in the snow, and roasted one or two sweet potatoes.

Then, in the next moment, he would think of the girl from Great Zhou.

Because he heard Chen Xuanji, that girl seemed to like this thing very much.

Meng Liang was very happy.

He felt that this was called the Thousand Miles Marriage Line.

Some things were destined.

Of course, at this moment, outside the imperial palace of Jinling City, in front of the 100,000 Tiger Wolf Cavalry, it was indeed not appropriate to think about this.

After all, those Tiger Wolves had unsheathed their swords and swords, and their eyes were red as they sat down on their wolf horses. They were already filled with killing intent.

On the other hand, Munch and Chen Xuanji, who were beside him, also looked at the towering palace gate not far away with solemn expressions.

They were like arrows filled with strings, and they would whistle away as soon as they gave the order.

As for the so-called "decree", it was the death knell of the emperor in the palace.

Yes, the old emperor, Chen Tingzhu, was about to reach his end. The imperial physician in the palace told Munch bluntly that he would not be able to make it through the night.

As a result, the troops from all sides gathered outside the Imperial Palace of Jinling City, waiting for the news of the Emperor's death to spread.

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They've been waiting for a long time.

From Youshi until ugly.

Meng Liang yawned, feeling a little boring.

He didn't care who was emperor, he just trusted his father's judgment.

Father said that the other princes were all alcoholics. If they were to take charge of Chen Country, there would definitely be calamities. Therefore, he risked his life to Great Zhou and invited Chen Xuanji back.

Therefore, his master gave him to the Sword Tomb indiscriminately. He did not really hate him. He always believed that they could do what they wanted.

Meng Liang glanced sideways at Chen Xuanji, who had a solemn expression on his face. He touched Chen Xuanji with his elbow and then turned around to ask softly, "I heard that Ziyu went to Chang'an. Have you written to him recently?"

Obviously, compared to the current situation, Young Master Meng was more concerned about Great Zhou's girl.

Hearing this, Chen Xuanji was stunned, as if he hadn't expected Meng Liang to ask such a question.

However, after a slight hesitation, Chen Xuanji said truthfully, "A few days ago, I wrote a letter saying that my life in Chang'an was not bad. Brother Xu's ability seems to have stabilized his footing in Chang'an. In the letter, Ziyu praised Brother Xu quite a bit."

"Xu Han?" Meng Liang frowned. He quickly recalled the youth with a white cloth on his right arm and a black cat by his side. He carefully asked, "Then what does Xu Han have to do with Ziyu?"

Meng Liang tried his best to make his inquiry look as calm as a cloud and not reveal any traces.

However, Chen Xuanji's eyes could not be concealed from his strange posture.

The white-clothed genius swordsman was slightly stunned. He could finally see some clues from Meng Liang's rare shy expression. This was the first time that he felt this kind of displeasure. He didn't know if it was due to some sort of thought. After a moment of shock, he said, "I don't know. It's just that Ziyu seems to like being with Brother Xu very much."

After saying this, he didn't wait for Meng Liang to respond.

Clang!

At that time, a long bell suddenly rang from within the tall palace wall.

Clang!

Clang!

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The sound continued one after another, and only stopped after nine times. His voice was deep and hoarse, and it was long and miserable, as if he had lost his parents.

In fact, this was true for the people of the Chen Kingdom recently. Their emperor had died.

That was Chen Tingzhu's death knell.

However, none of the people outside the palace had the mood to sigh at the end of the emperor's curtain. At that time, they all gathered their troops and poured into the palace like a tidal wave from several palace gates.

At this moment, almost all the elite troops of the Chen Kingdom had gathered in Jinling City.

The slaughter began in the darkness of the night, and Jinling City was destined to be enveloped in blood.

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Everyone on their side knew very well that from the moment they entered Jin Ling City, everything today was doomed to be a fight to the death, and there was not the slightest chance of retreat.

There were no so-called allies, and their eyes were filled with enemies.

The only thing you can do before all your enemies fall is to keep waving the saber and sword in your hand.

It wasn't that Meng Liang hadn't killed anyone before.

However, when the gate of Changle Palace was packed with thick corpses, Meng Liang felt a little nauseous.

The Tiger Leopard Riding was truly too strong. As a mutant specialty of the Chen Kingdom, the Wolf Horse possessed fangs like a wolf, a body as strong as a warhorse, and even a bloodline that contained a small amount of demon bloodline.

Under the suppression of the Tiger Wolf Cavalry, the troops brought by the princes were scattered like defeat. Only the group of black-clothed armored soldiers brought by the seventh prince had the strength to fight, but in the end, because the number of them was too small to defeat this fine cavalry, they were defeated.

Meng Liang, who was covered in blood, watched his father cut off the seventh prince's head numbly. When the hot blood sprayed onto his face, he regained his senses. The smell of blood in the air irritated the tip of his nose. He frowned and looked at the corpses all over the ground. Such scenes could be seen everywhere in Nuoda's imperial palace.

Just how many soldiers had died in Changle Palace today?

A hundred thousand? 200,000? Meng Liang's numbers were not accurate, but he was certain that this was destined to be a disaster for the already weak Chen Kingdom. Without too many soldiers, they were destined to be unable to contend against the covetous Xia Zhouguo. It was precisely because of this that Meng Liang felt suspicious of some of his father's words for the first time in his heart.

"Go, get your imperial edict." After throwing the Seventh Prince's head to the side like a ball, Munch, who was covered in scars, strode over to Chen Xuanji. He looked down at his nephew condescendingly and said this.

Chen Xuanji, who was dyed in white and his hair was dyed with blood, shook off the blood on his sword and sheathed it.

He silently looked at his uncle, then nodded his head and walked into the dark palace gate.

Thousands of corpses surrounded the palace walls. The palace gate, which symbolized supreme power, was now like a palace of the Underworld God. It was deathly quiet and cold.

Meng Liang looked at the youth who had stepped forward, and then at the man with a gloomy brow beside him. None of them seemed to feel the slightest bit guilty or uneasy about the slaughter. In other words, they had been prepared for this since the beginning, but Meng Liang did not. Thus, for the first time in his life, he suddenly felt that everything in front of him was so unfamiliar.

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The white-robed and white-haired youth pushed open the door of Changle Palace.

The eunuchs and palace maids who were in charge of attending the door had long been frightened pale by the fight outside the room. They knelt on the ground and bowed, their bodies trembling. They did not even have the courage to raise their heads to look at the youth.

The candlelight in the palace shone brightly, illuminating the golden palace walls and curtains.

The golden light inside the room and the purgatory outside the room were like two different worlds.

Chen Xuanji took a deep breath. He thought that he could face everything in front of him calmly long ago, but when he returned to the palace gate where his mother had died, his heart couldn't help but surge.

Zhong Changhen once said that a person should be like a sword, as straight as a foot, as calm as water.

However, he didn't seem to be able to do this. He didn't like himself at the moment.

However, he still tried his best to suppress the strange feeling in his heart. He walked past the trembling servants and arrived at the big golden bed behind the curtain.

There was a corpse lying there, and in front of the bed was an imperial edict.

Chen Xuanji forced himself not to look at the man's appearance and reached out to pick up the imperial edict.

The contents of the imperial edict were related to the succession of the throne.

However, he wasn't important, because he still had a letter in his arms. The letter was written with his name. All he needed to do next was tear up the original letter and call it the one in his arms. Then, he could walk out of Changle Palace and enjoy the beautiful scene that everyone respected.

However, he didn't know what kind of mentality it was, but he still opened the imperial edict.

He wanted to see who was the son that the emperor liked the most.

This was only curiosity, not out of any expectation that he was willing to explain himself, Chen Xuanji told himself, but his hand that opened the edict was trembling.

Then, when he saw the name written in the imperial edict clearly, this tremor became even more obvious, almost to the point where he could not contain it.

"Sure enough… you're back." However, a weak voice suddenly sounded from Changle Palace, which was supposed to be deathly silent.

Chen Xuanji looked to the side like he had been electrocuted, only to see that the old man on the bed was squinting his eyes at him with difficulty.

He could clearly feel something in the old man's eyes trembling like his body.

"You're not dead" Although Chen Xuanji wanted to look calm enough, it was still difficult for him to contain the emotions in his heart. Therefore, his eyebrows trembled at this moment, just like the old man's appearance.

"I know … the Meng Clan's Tiger Wolf Cavalry is unrivaled. In the end, it will be you who will be able to enter this palace wall." The old man seemed to be trying his best to squeeze out a smile on his face. However, he had already reached the point where he was running out of oil. Therefore, it was very difficult for him to do such a seemingly simple thing. The so-called smile that he revealed in the end also lacked the most basic sense of beauty. It looked very pale.

"Why are you still alive?" Chen Xuanji didn't have the mood to respond to the old man's sigh. He stared at Chen Tingzhu, the emperor of the Chen Kingdom, and his father, who hadn't been masked for many years. His expression was indescribably shocked and complicated.

"Don't worry, I'm going to die soon." The old emperor smiled again. "I just want to see how you've been and what you've looked like over the years."

There were some who said that the death of a human being was kind. Undeniably, the old emperor's words touched the softness in Chen Xuanji's heart at that instant. However, he did not like this kind of thing. He remembered it very clearly. It was this old man who had forced his mother to death in front of him back then. Thus, Chen Xuanji forced himself to put away the softness that rose in that instant and replied with a cold expression, "Is that so? I thought that after you killed my mother, you had already forgotten about my son."

The old emperor naturally could hear the resentment in Chen Xuanji's words.

He shook his head, but didn't try to explain anything.

He sighed and murmured, "Back then, I was indeed ashamed of your mother and son."

"Isn't it too late for His Majesty to repent like this?" Chen Xuanji merely glanced at the weak old man and coldly replied.

"Born in the Imperial Clan, there are many things you can't help but do. One day, you will understand this logic." The dying Emperor clearly did not have the strength to argue with Chen Xuanji about the past. After he finished saying this, he forcefully took a deep breath and said, "Come here, I have one last thing to tell you."

"Take it as father's advice…"

The candlelight in Changle Palace was bright, but it did not dissipate the dense aura of death on the old emperor's face.

Perhaps it was out of pity, or perhaps it was because of some emotions that Chen Xuanji himself was unwilling to admit.

In the end, he was unable to calm himself down and refuse the old man's final request.

He bowed down and tilted his ears to the old emperor's mouth.

This wasn't a very good posture. Chen Tingzhu had no choice but to use all of his strength to lift his body slightly before he could put his dried lips close to Chen Xuanji's ears.

He needed to make sure that his words could clearly reach Chen Xuanji's ears, but not be heard by anyone.

Then, he finally mustered his last bit of strength and said softly.

"Be careful… Monk."

Hearing this, Chen Xuanji's body trembled. He was about to say something, but Chen Tingzhu's body had exhausted the last bit of vitality at that time. He fell onto the bed and closed his eyes forever.

Chen Xuanji looked at the old man silently for a long time.

"I see."

After a while, he murmured softly. Then, he stretched out his hand and placed the old man's body. Then, he burned the imperial edict to ashes. Finally, he took out the things he had prepared in his arms and walked out of Changle Palace.

At that time, he suddenly felt that this brightly lit palace seemed to be even colder than the purgatory that was filled with corpses outside.

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Thus, in early winter, in October, Emperor Chen Tingzhu, who had ruled the Chen Kingdom for more than 30 years, finished his life, posthumously chasing after Yu

Prince Chen Xuanji, who had been bumping about outside for more than ten years, ascended to the throne and was named Lailong.

Pingxi Wang Mengke was a meritorious protector. He was named King Qin and was bestowed with Nine Tins. However, he did not pay his respects to him. He worshiped the Sword Shoes Upper Palace.

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