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If he could use his life to exchange for the safety of the people in a city, then he would not mind dying a thousand times.

Xiang Chen suddenly recalled what his sister had said -

"If a king cannot protect his people, he is sorry for these two words."

Being a king, benefiting the people.

Being a king, benefiting the world.

This is what a king should do.

Xiang Chen suddenly drew his sword, which shocked the few remaining old ministers, and they chased out one after another.

"Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty, you can't!"

"Your Majesty is worth a million gold and a true dragon emperor. You must not despise your life because of their words!"

"In the face of death, all beings are equal. How can there be a body of the emperor." Xiang Chen looked indifferent, "In the past, my sister dragged her sick body and still tasted the medicine in person to save the people of the world and the people from the water and fire. What is my life worth?"

This sentence shocked the few old ministers who chased out.

Xiang Chen moved out Princess Yongning, and the old ministers fell into silence.

"If my sister was still here, I wouldn't be worthy of this position." Xiang Chen walked towards the highest tower step by step, "My aunt pushed me up, how can I let them down?"

"Your Majesty!"

The old ministers were still chasing him, trying to stop him, but they didn't know how to stop him.

Ye Wanlan slowly closed his eyes, his fingers clenched into fists.

What did the history books record?

——Emperor Yongshun hanged himself to protect the people.

These nine short words shocked her more than just the moment she saw them.

Xiang Chen and Princess Yongle were the two youngest children of their generation.

When the two were born, Ning Zhaozong had ended the chaos in the world and unified China again. From childhood to adulthood, neither of them had suffered any grievances.

According to the normal development trajectory, they should have been carefree and smooth all their lives.

Why do they have to endure such pain?

The tall buildings were also full of corpses, and some blood had not yet dried, which showed that this tragic battle had just happened not long ago.

"I remember that my father always liked to stand here and look at the entire Fengyuan City." Xiang Chen suddenly said, "He would also tell my sister that this is your world in the future, and you must protect everyone on this land."

At this moment, Ye Wanlan stood behind him, listening to him talking to himself quietly.

She knew what would happen next, but she couldn't stop it at all.

"Sister, if you were here, you would definitely come up with a better solution." Xiang Chen murmured, "Once my aunt left, I really don't know what to do."

Ye Wanlan whispered: "Xiaochen..."

She was six years older than Xiang Chen and had always taken care of them.

Xiang Chen's talent was not bad, but he was more playful.

But when he sat on the throne, he never neglected the governance of the country.

Xiang Chen chopped off his imperial robe with a knife, then bit his fingertips and began to write on it.

After writing the last word, he stood up again, took a last look at the country from a high place, and decisively cut his neck with a knife.

Blood gushed out, and the pain exploded.

But he didn't think about it anymore, just sighed quietly and dissipated in the wind.

I don't know where the country of China will be after he left.

But he had no regrets as long as the people were safe.

According to historical records, in 1723 of the Shenzhou calendar, Emperor Yongshun, who was only 16 years old, committed suicide in Gaoloubu, north of Fengyuan City. Before his death, he wrote on his yellow robe: "I have no face to face my ancestors. I will exchange my dead body for my people. I will not defeat the pride of the Xiang family. When I am here, I will pass on the will of Emperor Zhaozong. The emperor will guard the national gate. When I leave, I will not let down the legacy of Taizu. The king dies for the country. The sun and the moon are above, shining forever on Shenzhou."

At this moment, the whole world seemed to be quiet, with only the sound of the wind whistling in the ears.

Ye Wanlan didn't know how she squatted down. She only remembered that there was a splash of blood in front of her eyes, dyeing her vision red.

There was no other color except blood red.

There was another complete corpse on the ground, and one of her relatives was gone.

Her brother, the brother she loved since childhood, was sixteen years old and should have been shining, but he was forever sleeping on this blood-stained land.

And she stood here and couldn't even collect his body for him.

Does it hurt?

Ye Wanlan thought, it must be very painful.

She is a doctor, of course she knows how painful it is to commit suicide.

Is Xiang Chen not afraid of pain?

He is afraid too.

But he still did it so neatly.

"Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty!"

Several old ministers stood there, tears streaming down their faces.

They were veterans of two dynasties, and they had followed Ning Zhaozong to recover the country and fight in the south and the north.

They watched Princess Yongning grow up, and accompanied Emperor Yongshun to the throne. It is self-evident how deep their feelings were.

"Your Majesty is gone, how dare I live alone." An old minister also picked up the scattered weapons on the ground, "Your Majesty, please walk slowly on the road to the underworld, I will come soon!"

"Swish--"

The sound of flesh being cut came one after another, and there was blood again.

The wind was louder, and more people died.

This movement naturally could not be hidden from the ears of the enemy.

"Sir, Emperor Yongshun has committed suicide." A young general said respectfully, "Do you need to chop his body into pieces and feed it to the dogs?"

"Committed suicide?" The tall man frowned and sneered, "Yes, these Xiang royal family members are more courageous than each other, which makes this general look at them with new eyes."

The King of Yan fought to the death, and the King of Chu fought to the death.

Princess Jing'an changed into red clothes, and Emperor Yongshun committed suicide.

This was extremely incredible in their eyes.

Shouldn't these people in high positions be more afraid of death?

If you surrender to them, you can still save your life and even gain more powerful power than before.

But if you lose your life, you will lose everything.

"Sir, that little emperor is also stupid. Why does he think that we will really spare the lives of the people after he commits suicide?" The young general smiled coldly, "We should kill all the people in the city, so that he can't rest in peace even after his death!"

"No." The tall man waved his hand, "I have said such words before, which means I have made a vow. If Shenzhou does not fulfill the vow, it will be punished by heaven."

"Sir, I remembered it wrongly. In addition to Emperor Yongshun, there is still a Princess Yongle left." The young general suddenly beamed with joy, "A little girl who is only twelve years old must be more afraid!"

"Oh?" The tall man raised his eyebrows, "There is another one in the Xiang royal family? Let's go and see."

Ye Wanlan's expression turned cold.

The murderous intent that had been suppressed for a long time surged again at this moment, almost swallowing up all her reason.

She slowly exhaled, followed these people forward, and came to Yongle Palace.

This is Yongle Palace three hundred years ago, magnificent and beautiful.

Three hundred years later, the Yongle Palace was a scorched earth. Even if people in later generations have been repairing it, it is difficult to restore its former prosperity.

When Ye Wanlan stepped into the Yongle Palace, the palace was very quiet.

All the palace servants were dismissed, and only a small figure stood in the center of the hall holding a piece of clothing.

This is the twelve-year-old Princess Yongle.

When she left, Princess Yongle was still a six-year-old child.

"Little Princess, your brother and your aunt are all dead, what do you think?" The tall man touched his chin, "You are pretty, do you want to kneel down and beg me? I am happy, maybe I will let you go, and I can also let you meet our prince, so that the bloodline of your Xiang royal family will not be cut off."

Princess Yongle did not speak, but just stood quietly.

Even at this moment, her heart was very uneasy.

If Princess Yongning was here, what would she do in the face of such a scene?

She didn't know.

When she was born, it was the heyday of the Ning Dynasty. There was Emperor Ganhe above, King Chu below, Princess Jing'an before, and Princess Yongning after. She was born to enjoy life, so she was given the title "Yongle".

She was spoiled and grew up, and she didn't know anything.

But she was a princess of Daning, a citizen of Shenzhou.

She was a member of the Xiang royal family, a member of the Xiang family.

She had a backbone and a proud bone.

It couldn't be broken or cut.

Princess Yongle didn't say anything, but how could Ye Wanlan not see what she was thinking.

"Yongle..." Ye Wanlan whispered, "You did a good job, much better than I thought, and I'm proud of you."

She suddenly remembered something that happened a long time ago.

After she finished her homework, Yongle came to find her, and the two of them fished and read books by the river together.

This scene happened to be seen by Ning Zhaozong, who clapped his hands and laughed: "Hahahaha, my Daning has Yongning and Yongle, and it will surely last forever!"

But Yongning will never be at peace, and Yongle will never be happy.

Yongning died young, and Yongle burned himself.

She was proud of Yongle.

But she also felt sorry for him.

How could she not feel sorry for him?

Burned to death, with no bones left, Ye Wanlan could not imagine how painful it was.

And Yongle was only twelve years old.

At this age now, he is still a junior high school student.

When she left, Yongle was only five years old, and would hug her legs and call her the emperor sister.

At that time, who would have thought that Daning would be destroyed six years later, and everything would be difficult to trace.

As if she had made up her mind, Princess Yongle raised her head and looked at the tall man, fearless in her eyes, and she smiled slightly: "Okay."

She did not leave because she had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

The contemptuous smile had not yet disappeared from the tall man's face, and the next moment, the fire had already swallowed him.

The flames shot up from Yongle Palace, as if to drown the whole world and set the sky and the earth on fire.

The fire was set so cleanly that even the enemy did not expect it, and they did not even have time to escape. They were all killed by the fire and burned to charcoal.

In 1723 of the Shenzhou calendar, Princess Yongle burned herself in Yongle Palace at the age of 12.

At this point, the Xiang royal family was cut off, and the Ning Dynasty, which had ruled Shenzhou for 384 years, was destroyed.

The picture disappeared, the light dimmed, and a voice came.

"Miss Ye?!"

"Xiao Wan?"

Countless voices circled in his ears, and Ye Wanlan's eyes darkened, and he knew nothing.

Good morning in the new week~~

The history of the Xiang royal family is about to be made up, and there is still the King of Chu, Princess Jing'an, the King of Qin and the King of Xiaoyao~~