Taiping Order

Chapter 523 Imperial Issue and Entrustment (please ask for monthly votes)

Jiang Wanxiang's words were like a traitor, as if he had broken down the majesty and order of the 800-year-old Red Emperor. The entire world and the atmosphere were in an instant, and even At the extreme.

No one dared to speak for a while, with all the ministers and officials.

The old man seemed to be carrying some magnificent momentum that could be seen by the naked eye.

Rather than saying that they felt a huge sense of oppression, they felt a great fear that could not be described in words, that fear transcends the threat of life and death.

It is a kind of 800-year order that has been used to, and is about to be completely broken and broken by people, and the fear of such drastic changes.

This fear held their hearts and made them speechless.

Remove Ji Zichang.

Ji Zichang looked at Jiang Wanxiang in front of him.

Even though he had already expected it, when Jiang Wanxiang said such words, he took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, feeling the calm of blood flowing in his body.

If I were ten years ago, I would have been very angry, cold and angry on the outside, but panicked in my heart.

But Ji Zichang discovered that when this day really happened.

There is no ripples in my heart.

Have you expected it or have been waiting for this day to come.

He seemed to be extraordinary calm and indifferent. Ji Zichang did not wear the emperor's robe today. He held the hilt of the sword at his waist with his powerful hands, allowing himself to stand there, maintain, and at least maintain the minimum majesty of the king.

This sword was not used by the ancestor Chidi. He used the three-foot sword to kill all the heroes and gained the world's hegemony. It was just an ordinary ritual sword, and it was also the only thing Ji Zichang could rely on.

He looked at the drooling cyan dragon with cheekbones protruding on his face and said lightly:

"Your, are you going to rebel?"

Jiang Wanxiang replied, "But, let Your Majesty be free."

"Yes, let me feel at ease."

In these two sentences, there is no murderous intent of powerful ministers who are planning to rebel and are about to force the king to death, but just a calmness under the old and exhausted state.

At this time, finally some ministers from the Red Emperor lineage reacted. They instantly realized that this was the time when the world really changed suddenly, and the time when the order of the past was inverted and broken.

Some people also realize that this is a real opportunity to change the world and change their status.

And the opportunity to change one's own life is a scene that must be written in history books in front of you.

I don't know who gave a wink.

A powerful general in Zhongzhou suddenly shouted: "Your Majesty Yingguo should be orthodox. Emperor Chi believed in treacherous and slanderous people and repeatedly killed loyal ministers, which was unpopular, and everyone could kill them!"

After saying that, he had already pulled out his weapons and slaughtered and assassinated Ji Zichang's back.

He was in the sixth level of heaven, and the realm he had been through suddenly suddenly rose and was so close to him. He took action with no one else to be prepared. Ji Zichang's cultivation was not high. When he realized it, the terrifying wind was ruthless. It has already pounced on.

His heart was cold.

But I realized that this was a confession for Jiang Wanxiang, and it was also because before, he used the power of the King of Qin to cut off the civil and military officials. The confidants of these powerful officials, and even the enemies had complained about him, just because of the King of Qin. Vigor, keeps pressing.

The Qin King's long-lived lock is not just for the little princess.

It is also their short-lived lock.

At this moment, Jiang Wanxiang appeared, and immediately shook away the threat and pressure of the King of Qin. Their hostility and resentment accumulated over the years burst out. Jiang Wanxiang also drew his sword at the same time. The sword with nine dragons wrapped around it was like a sky, with nine dragons entangled on it. Punched out sharply.

Blood exploded.

Ji Zichang's hair was flying.

Jiang Wanxiang's sword stabbed through his shoulders, and on the sword body, he sucked and spitted out the cold sword light, nailed through the face of the powerful general, and killed him.

Ji Zichang was stunned and watched Jiang Wanxiang slowly withdraw his sword weapon.

The powerful general in Zhongzhou covered his face and fell to the ground with his arms falling down, making a clanging sound, and blood flowed all over the ground, dripping from the white jade steps of the Red Emperor lineage, and the whole atmosphere became more and more silent.

Jiang Wanxiang held the sword and put the blood-stained sword into the scabbard.

Ji Zichang said slowly, "You don't want my life."

Jiang Wanxiang shook her head and said, "Your Majesty is not a person who must be killed for me, and I am not a person who kills innocent people indiscriminately."

"I just need your Majesty to give way."

Jiang Wanxiang said lightly: "Then, leave here, go wherever you go, go to Li Guanyi, go to any place where you are peaceful, take off this responsibility, and do what you want to do. ”

Ji Zichang was stunned. He looked at Jiang Wanxiang, as if he was a little shocked.

Jiang Wanxiang chuckled and said:

"The peace in the world is our own way to fight. Your Majesty can also go to do what he wants to do. After all, in this turbulent time, you and me, there are too many people who are trapped. .”

"You can't do what you want to do, you can't be someone you want to be."

"I will carry the dirt that Your Majesty bears, and then Your Majesty will do whatever you want."

"After today, you can be free."

Ji Zichang looked at Jiang Wanxiang in front of him.

Suddenly I found that the Canglong was so old.

In Ji Zichang's memory, Jiang Wanxiang is always ambitious. Although she has white hair, she is so bold that she is much more magnificent than ordinary young people.

But now, his hair was white, and the skin on his face had no oiliness, pale and shriveled, as if he had squeezed out all the vitality, as if he had rubbed it and stacked it together, and had left the white of countless years. Paper.

His flesh and blood were dry, like those old and dying.

The bones on his cheeks were almost unable to hold on to the flesh and blood, and his cheekbones were prominent, and his eyebrows were white. The dark blue robe and robe that originally fitted his body was already a little empty.

When the wind blows, it looks like a strip of cloth hanging on the bones.

But, even so.

The eyes under those white eyebrows were still fiery, still like fire.

The tiger will never fall.

This is true for dragons.

The same is true for people.

Ji Zichang whispered, "So that's it...you, you're old."

Jiang Wanxiang smiled and said, "What is Your Majesty talking about? The 11th year of the Apocalypse, and now it has been eighteen years of the Apocalypse. Seven or eight years have passed, and a little naughty boy will also become the age of starting a family and starting a career; young people are also calm , isn't your Majesty the same?"

"As for me."

"I'm not old, but I'm going to die."

Ji Zichang looked at Jiang Wanxiang.

In the end, he didn't agree.

The latter grinned and said, "It seems that your Majesty still doesn't agree, but don't worry, I can still wait for a few days. Your Majesty will be in the palace, think carefully and have a good rest."

“I believe that Your Majesty can make a wise and correct choice enough.”

"I will wait, my Majesty's choice."

Thousands of troops, Yuwen Lie, He Ruoqiao stood beside Jiang Wanxiang, one left and one right. The elite of Yingguo had almost no decent resistance, and had already taken down the entire Zhongzhou.

On this day, Ji Zichang remained in the palace with the treatment of Emperor Chi.

Jiang Wanxiang climbed to that tall building.

The lights were shaking. When he was young, Jiang Wanxiang and Gao Xiang came here to grab the bride and the emperor's bride. He was never a person who was disciplined by etiquette and laws. He saw Chidi Zhongzhou again now, but he did not have the prosperity he saw when he was young. , just a twist.

Jiang Wanxiang's face was pale, and even when she climbed the tower, she felt a sense of breathing.

However, his own skills are still the Nine-level Heavenly King who uses his luck.

The powerful internal energy realm and weak vitality appeared on Jiang Wanxiang at the same time, giving people a feeling of flowers and cooking oil with fire.

Yuwen Lie and He Ruoqianhu looked at the old king with concern.

Want to support him, but the latter waved his hand and stopped. Jiang Wanxiang stood above the high-rise buildings in Zhongzhou, looking at Zhongzhou in the night, looking at the ancient houses, and looking at the flying eaves. The lights are magnificent in the world, and the legend of the Red Emperor for eight hundred years, those heroic spirits, the long love between children, and the world is all among the lights.

Jiang Wanxiang stretched out his hand, spread his five fingers, covering the lights in front of him, and murmured:

"The lights are bright, and the world is everywhere."

"It's really beautiful, but it's extremely ugly."

"How come you and me are willing to leave here in this world?"

"How can you stop before the great wish?"

He Ruoqinhu's eyes were sad and said softly:

"Your Majesty is a great fame and fortune, and will live a long life."

Jiang Wanxiang laughed: "Long life? Hahahaha, He Ruo captured the tiger solemnly, and he would say such things, cough cough cough cough..."

He wanted to laugh it off as before, but a few laughs turned into a violent cough. When the cough reached a severe place, he opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood. His sleeves were stained with blood, and his color turned black, like thick The ink, with a foul smell, was shocking.

Yuwen Lie, He Ruo captured the tiger and changed color, and went forward to support him.

Jiang Wanxiang did not refuse. He looked at the black blood in his sleeve and said, "The wounds of the Wolf King's sword, even if they are something that can prolong their lifespan, can no longer be supported. Human flesh and blood have their limits after all. The life is approaching, but it is not reversible by human power."

"What can I do?"

He looked at his palm, an old man's palm, and when he was holding the sword, he had already started to tremble. When he was young, he held the sword, rode a horse, and fought on the battlefield for three days and three nights, but he had not arrived at this. situation.

In the snow-covered mountain, I hid in the hole under the rocks with Gao Xiang. I reached out and grabbed a ball of snow, stuffed it into my mouth and swallowed it. I felt my skin gradually turned red and hot in the winter. The burning fire inside the internal organs.

He raised his head and saw the bright moon in the sky from the hole he punched out of his fist.

The moon illuminates the boy's dream.

He was young at that time, without background, without status or identity.

But he still has friends, dreams, and wildfires that young people are unwilling to give up.

Now he has it all. But he lost his vigorous bloodline and vitality.

The body of a monarch cannot bear the retaliation of the luck, which leads to a significant reduction in life span. However, as he said, the fortune of the world, besides Yingguo, has 800 years of Zhongzhou. Luck and name.

Even the fortune of the Red Emperor for the past eight hundred years has been already chaotic, as if it were poisonous, and already dirt everywhere, but even such fortune is still fortune.

At this time, it is exactly like a young man drinking ice and swallowing snow.

Even if it is a poisonous thing, I don't care.

Jiang Wanxiang slowly clasped his palms.

"Ji Zichang."

"Your abilities are not enough to be the dominant one in troubled times, and a peaceful place outside the world is the place that suits you."

"You go where you want to go."

"Even if it is a vicious luck, it is enough to support such a broken body and go to the last battle... The great wish is ahead, whether it is Li Guan's victory or our victory, it will not be too long."

Jiang Wanxiang whispered in her heart, and then looked at the two famous generals again. Her old eyes were hanging down, and her charm was hidden inside, but she didn't know what to write about, but finally sighed.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

He asked Yuwen Lie to go out and wait first. Yuwen Lie was silent, bowed and left.

Jiang Wanxiang looked at He Ruoqianhu, his voice was calm and light, like a chat, and said:

"Qihu, how many years have you been with me?"

He Ruo captured the tiger and said respectfully: "The last general was seventeen years old and was under His Majesty's command to conquer all directions. Now his hair is white. If you think about it a little, it will be forty-seven years."

"Forty-seven years, forty-seven years..."

"It's really a long time."

Jiang Wanxiang was supported and sat down, smiling gently, saying:

"Your family and mother are all big clans in the world, and they are entangled with the court. This is a natural thing. You are born in a big clan, a famous general, and have made many military achievements. You are also proud and clear in nature. Someone gathers around you."

"But, I still have a word to tell you."

He Ruo captured the tiger and said respectfully:

"Please give it to you by your Majesty."

Jiang Wanxiang looked at He Ruoqianhu: "You are calm and considering the overall situation, but you are too involved in it, the pillar of the country, but you must know what the real situation is, but you cannot be involved by these many identities and connections. You're yourself."

"It will save you from making mistakes, but it will cause irreparable things."

He Ruoqianhu was stunned. Although he claimed that he was in the court and had not been tied by his origin, friends, and relatives, he still respectfully and bowed: "I will remember your Majesty's words in my heart. ”

Jiang Wanxiang looked at him for a long time and said, "Okay, you must not be looked down upon by your family and country."

"Let's retreat and call Yuwen Lie in."

"promise!"

He Ruo captured the tiger out, and Yuwen Lie entered. Yuwen Lie lost his arm and replaced the organization. The madness of the past gradually dissipated, but he was as arrogant as before. He bowed and said, "Your Majesty."

Jiang Wanxiang looked at this famous general who was not considered a younger generation and said:

"You are arrogant and sometimes you need to take a step back."

"But you can't be proud of yourself, and you can maintain it all the time."

"…Ha, although the word "April" is something that you can do, but I still hope that you can go out of your past self and go further."

"Gaoer, please ask the general."

Yuwen Lie bowed silently and said, "Yes."

Jiang Wanxiang seemed to have a look of fatigue on her face. He waved his hand and said, "You go down, just let me take a break here."

Yuwen Lie nodded and left.

Jiang Wanxiang stayed here alone, and there was silence in all directions. He looked up at the distance and felt the twisted luck of the Red Emperor for 800 years. He stretched out his hand, as if this body was already a dying body. His palms could clearly sense the existence of luck.

He took a deep breath and gradually controlled the fortune accumulated by the Red Emperor in the court for eight hundred years. The once glorious, once radiant and now rotten, like a poisonous thing, felt that his body was here again. Under the posture of drinking poison to quench thirst.

Swallow it all.

Control it with your palm.

Then he watched the **** eight hundred years of distorted luck and corrode this body.

Scavenge your vitality and cut off your flesh and blood.

Cut off the reputation behind you, sacrifice your life before you, do not seek status, not fame, only seek victory, only the wildfire left, supporting the broken body, and rushing to what the comrades and ministers of all generations desire, The world is unified.

Too many people have fallen behind him.

He can't give up, and he can't stop.

Give up in the last battle is the most shameless betrayal of everyone and yourself.

Even if the body is gone after death, even if you fall into the Infinite Purgatory, even if you are defeated after this body, you will be defeated, even if you fight for everything in your life, struggle, twist and rush to victory.

He clenched his fists, his hair was gray, his bones were skinny, his eyes were like fire, and his heart was a dragon.

It's like I was young back then, shouting to myself.

"You want to win!"

"Ginger Wanxiang!!"

In later historical books, many historians did not understand why Jiang Wanxiang wanted to abdicate the Red Emperor at this time. Some people said that he wanted to break through the name in the end and become a real emperor, but some people said that he Such a person goes from being a concubine to the end and divides the world into two parts.

The 11th year of the Apocalypse has led to the hunting of the autumn and the fission afterwards.

People like him don't care about the name of the most.

He just like the tired dragon and tiger who don’t know how to swallow the vital land of Zhongzhou, to absorb all the foundation before the final battle, to grasp all the existence that may increase the winning rate, and then bet everything about himself on the final battle .

This king with mixed reputations is indeed the same as Jiang Su. The king and his subjects are one. They have the same nature. They don’t care about their own life and death, or their reputations behind them. They only have victory in their eyes.

He was too old and he could no longer hold the sword.

He values ​​the future more than life and death. He wants to set foot on the battlefield before everything happens.

But, the heroes in the world are not just one person.

On this night, Ji Zichang was silent for a long time in the palace of Chidi. The night was dark. The elites from Yingguo surrounded and controlled the palace of Chidi. Even at night, the lights were brightly lit.

Dear civil and military ministers, all officials and officials came in endlessly.

They came to pay respectful homage to Emperor Chi, and then almost burst into tears, persuading His Majesty Chi to consider the general trend of the world and the future. If today's division, the Red Emperor's lineage will no longer be as good as before. status.

The world's general trend has been divided for three hundred years.

Now it’s finally time to get together again after a long separation.

Your Majesty should follow the times and hand over his throne.

Retire yourself by success, to calm the hearts of the people in the world, and to stabilize the four directions, isn’t you also a wise monarch of a saint?

All civil and military officials, either crying bitterly or are loyal and earnest:

"Your Majesty, think twice!"

Yan Taibao, who taught Ji Zichang's calligraphy, was waiting by Ji Zichang's side today, watching the ministers and officials coming and going in an endless stream. He looked through the side door of the palace and the night was as thick as ink and the lights were as bright as dragons.

It was a red lantern lit on the carriage of all officials and ministers. At this moment, there was no trace of joy, but it was like blood marks, stained in the night, like blood coughed out from the mouth.

There were endless cars and cars. After visiting Ji Zichang, these people would not go back to their residence, but instead went to the place where Jiang Wanxiang, the Emperor of Yingguo, paid a visit. The lights on both sides were like dragons and day, and there were endless streams.

Yan Taibao looked at this scene with sadness and anger in his eyes.

All the nobles have eaten the salaries of the court throughout the dynasties.

This is the national disaster, and it is actually like this!

Ji Zichang looked at this scene and said lightly:

"Teacher, don't be angry..."

Yan Taibao turned around and looked at Ji Zichang. Looking at the disciple, the emperor was calm and sad, "Your Majesty..." He wanted to say a lot, comfort him, and cheer him up, but the situation was so deteriorating. .

Just speak and say these two words, you can't continue.

I just choked, burst into tears, and I couldn't speak.

At this moment, someone suddenly heard a voice. When the door was pushed open, an old man appeared here. The old man looked gentle, his white hair was very well-treated, and he was meticulous in his body. He had a strong inner spirit.

It is Ji Yanzhong, a lineage of the Chidi of Zhongzhou.

This old man is the last face of the Red Emperor, but he can still tell me about the state of a master when he is peaceful on weekdays. Nowadays, the heroes compete for the most tides of the world. The top ten in the world are eighth-level heavens, and the top five are nine-level heavens. Above.

The old man's seventh-level Grand Master's cultivation level is somewhat insufficient.

"His Majesty…"

Ji Yanzhong shouted in a low voice and took out a box. Inside the box was something that Ji Zichang asked him to pick up. After opening it, it was a seal, which was the representative of the Red Emperor's dynasty, the Red Emperor's seal.

Ji Zichang stretched out his palm and gently brushed the seal with a calm expression.

He unfolded a scroll, picked up the pen and dipped it ink, and put it in the pen like a dragon and snake, calmly and courageous. He had reached the level of surprise that Yan Taibao, who taught his calligraphy, could have this charm only when his mood and words were in line with each other. .

Ji Zichang took the seal, pressed the ink mud, and printed the large seal of the red dragon on the imperial edict, and then rolled up the seal of the Red Emperor with the imperial edict and handed it over to Ji Yanzhong.

Abdication is just the future he has seen long ago.

However, he still has a second choice.

"The imperial edict and this seal are all handed over to the emperor."

"Please leave here, leave Zhongzhou, and go to Jiangnan."

"Leave these two things to my friend—"

"Jiashi Li."

(End of this chapter)