The Path Toward Heaven

Qing'er didn't understand Jing Jiu's words, thought seriously, or didn't want to understand, so he gave up and asked, "Are you really not worried about Qin Guo and Zhao Guo? Bai Qianjun and that dead **** are really very It ’s scary, not to mention that the child has been in a fantasy. "

Jing Jiu said: "The affairs of others have nothing to do with me."

Qinger remembered the picture on this couch ten years ago and sighed, "She really likes you, I thought that there would be many stories between you, who would have thought you were so ruthless. "

Jing Jiu said, "It's all fake."

Qing Er opened her eyes and said, "But you said that this world is becoming real."

Jing Jiu said, "For any world, those who are destined to leave in the future are false."

This sentence has profound meaning, and it is obvious that it is not only the world in Qingtianjian, but also the real world outside.

Qinger looked at him for a long time, and suddenly asked, "What are you doing in this world?"

Jing Jiu said, "I want Xianyu."

Every inquirer who enters the fantasy world of Qingtianjian has the purpose of immortality.

This is a very tacky answer. It can also be said to be simple, then it is pure.

Qinger looked at him seriously and asked, "Are you sure you can succeed? In the case where I can't help you."

Jing Jiu said: "I and the method they choose are different, the path is different, and I won't know who is right until the end."

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When people look back and try to clarify their memories, they often choose important events as time nodes. Sadly, those important events are generally not happy events, but funerals, such as which elder in the family closed his eyes on a bamboo chair, and for example, the white cricket at the funeral of a relative was blown down by the wind.

For the people, the specifications of the funeral must be higher, the weight of the dead must be heavy enough, and their collective memory can be deep enough to become their spiritual age, such as the emperor's death. Of course, as far as this matter is concerned, it is difficult to clearly distinguish between the funeral and the funeral, because the death of the old emperor means that the new emperor ascended the throne.

In the imperial palace of the Qin country.

The old man on the sick bed had wrinkles on his face, with white hair and withered hair, like frost grass that he forgot to burn in late autumn. His eyes were deep, his breathing was weak, and he was dying with his eyes.

The prince's day, that is, Bai Qianjun's face, could not see any sadness. Because he will be Qin Guoxin's king, and because he doesn't have much affection for the old man, even if he has spent a lot of memories in the past 20 years, at least he remembers this thing very clearly, the other party is not his real biological father.

The old emperor who died on the sick bed was only a remote ancestor of the clan. With his innate ability to receive people and occasional passion, he went to Beihai County to attack the county king. In the decades-long confrontation, his cowardly disposition was better and better, and he accumulated a great deal of strength. Eventually, he became the new emperor of Qin Guo by the trend of the world. This period of history can be called ZTE, or even the founding of a nation. The old emperor should have been written more intensively in the history books, but unfortunately he gave birth to a more brilliant son.

At that time, the young martial arts **** had become the northern kingdom killer who could stop the children's night crying. Even in the imperial palace of the Qin Kingdom, no one dared to look directly into his eyes.

"I do n’t like to be called a **** because I know that I am not. I do n’t like to be called a Taizong or something, because I feel that no matter you or those emperors before, they are not qualified to be in front of me, so I After the decision to ascend to the throne, he was called the emperor, with Bai as his surname. What do you think of the name of the white emperor? "

Bai Qianjun said: "The ceremony is ready, so you will die tonight, don't waste my time."

Having said this, he walked out of the temple.

The old emperor stared at his back, his eyes full of resentment and regret.

There are countless palaces in Xianyang Palace. In terms of quantity, only Qi Guoxue Palace can compare with it.

In the night, the palaces are like countless beasts crouching and preparing to attack and bite their prey. They are even more stunned when illuminated by the stars.

Bai Qianjun walked to the deepest palace, waved all the people away, and found the person following Qinyin.

A pond was lit with lights reflected under the porch, where the girl played the piano softly, and the white skirt flickered gently with the night, like a pond in the pond. The whole picture has a feeling of loneliness and pity, which is in line with the imagination of the fallen princess being confined to the cold palace, but in fact her eyes are calm and there are no such redundant emotions at all.

"I'm going to the throne tomorrow." Bai Qianjun stepped in front of her and looked down at her, but his eyes were full of spoiled and loving emotions.

"Congratulations Brother." Bai Zao looked up and said with a smile.

The emotions in Bai Qianjun's eyes have long disappeared, saying: "There is exact news over Qi Guo."

Upon hearing this sentence, Bai Zao's expression changed slightly. Obviously, she was more concerned about Qi Guo's affairs than Qin Huang's collapse.

More than twenty inquirers who entered the fantasy world have now died a lot, and those who are still alive have basically been identified. Only one Maozhai disciple has never appeared. The scholar named Yun Yiyun has never been found from beginning to end, leaving no trace in the illusion, as if he had never been there.

This was the thing that Tong Yan wanted to know the most, but until he was killed by Jing Jiu and expelled from the illusion, he didn't want to understand how Ji Yiyun did it.

Bai Zao was also very concerned about this matter. Qin Guo's spy organization had been investigated for many years and finally found some clues in the early spring.

"He's called Yunqi here. He studied at Mo Gong that year, then went to the Qi Guoxue Palace, managed the classics, and started to lecture the year before."

Bai Qianjun said: "He hasn't contacted the outside world in these years, but a disciple he collected some time ago had a relationship with the scholars of Zhao Guowansong College."

Hearing the word "lecture", Bai Zao probably understood what the Yimaozhai disciple wanted to do, but there was still a lot of puzzlement.

"How can he hide his identity so well?"

Bai Qianjun's expression became a little complicated, saying: "Because ... he doesn't know who he is."

Bai Zaowei said: "You mean he completely forgot his identity?"

Bai Qianjun nodded.

Bai Zao was a little surprised and said, "Are you sure?"

Bai Qianjun said, "I sent seven groups of people to try and make sure that he really forgot his identity as an inquirer, and only wanted to save the Cangsheng and go down the road."

Bai Zao looked at the strings on the piano and remained silent—he lived in a fantasy world for too long and was confused by Hong Chen. The inquirer might really forget all the past events, but Ji Yiyun was obviously not the kind, more like an initiative Forgotten, why did he do it?

Not knowing how long it had been, she said softly, "It's extremely sublime."

Bai Qianjun also held the same view and said, "What should I do?"

"The gentlemen of Yi Maozhai do not practice Taoism, but Tao heart is as firm as rock and difficult to shake."

Bai Zao said: "Someone will kill him now, otherwise it will be a great trouble in the future."

Bai Qianjun said suddenly, "I also forgot something, as long as I don't think about it, I naturally forget it, but there are some things that I don't want to forget.

Even a calmer sight will be felt, not to mention the heat behind the calmness.

Bai Zao did not look up and said, "Brother Tong Yan is out, what do you think?"

Bai Qianjun slowly retracted his gaze and looked at the reflections of the lights on the pond, which sounded a little cold.

"I originally opposed him to go to the capital city of Chu. Shimei, you and he both attached great importance to Jingjiu."

Bai Zaoran said calmly: "The death of my brother proves that Jiu Jiu deserves attention as I said."

Bai Qianjun was silent for a while and said, "Shimei, you are always right."

Bai Zao looked at his side quietly and said, "Yes, is there anything wrong?"

"There is nothing wrong, everything is going according to your and Tong Yan's thoughts, and Xianzhu will eventually fall into our hands."

I don't know where the night wind passes through the palace, breaking up the lights and shadows wherever you look.

Bai Qianjun looked at it quietly and said, "I just suddenly wanted to forget more things."

Having said this, he turned to leave the hall to prepare for the ceremony of tomorrow.

Bai Zao looked towards the water without speaking.

She understood what he meant and felt very boring.

The broken lights and shadows on the surface of the pond slowly came together.

She thought of the news from Chu.

After guilty of sin, Jing Jiu was confined to the cold palace by the college scholar.

It was certainly not his sin that he had written, but he was willing to be confined to the cold palace, just like her.

Thinking of these coincidences, Bai Zao smiled and felt very interesting.

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Five years have passed.

The emperor Qin Guobai acted violently, forced overwhelmingly, and forced Luoxi's three thousand wealthy households to enter Xianyang. He complained for a while and was suppressed. Thirty thousand iron riders under his personal command, like the sharpest sword, swept across the northern part of the continent, and they were invincible, even those barbaric tribes feared to retreat.

The only Zhao Guo who could compete with Qin Guo encountered an event at this time, and their emperor was about to die.

This emperor's Majesty is extremely wise, with incomparable wisdom, and leniency, but unfortunately, he is inherently inadequate, physically weak, and has no children.

For the past five years, it may be because of these problems that Zhao Guochao has been filled with a strange atmosphere. His Majesty the Emperor successively issued decree, made a number of appointments and removals of personnel, strongly restricted the power of the detective factory, and vigorously supported the post-party, it is obvious that he wants to open the knife to He Gong. But no matter how the people of Zhao Guo ’s officials and even the merchants of Qi Guo waited for it, in the end His Majesty the Emperor did not act on He Gong, and even still trusted, even drinking the medicine was only He Gong ’s medicine.

The medicine smell in the temple was much lighter than in previous years, probably because the windows were open and well-ventilated.

"Zhang University Scholar is 50 years older than us. No matter how hard it can be, it won't be more than 20 years later." The emperor's pale face did not improve after drinking the medicine. Then he said, "In the future, it is only you who can deal with the Emperor Bai."

He Zhan did not speak, nor did he persuade His Majesty to take a rest, because everyone knew that His Majesty could not support it for a few days.

Facing the emperor's eyes full of hope and entreaty, He Zan was silent for a while, and patted the back of his hand, but still did not speak.

The wind poured in from outside the palace, followed by the queen maiden.

She walked to the couch with tears in her face, and squeezed He Ran a bit rudely, sat next to the emperor and took his hand.

He Zhan walked outside the hall, faintly heard a sigh of sigh behind him.

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That night, Zhao Huang died.

He Zhan watched his broken breath with his own eyes, and then began to arrange the affairs calmly, until he was almost busy, and went back to his room to sleep for half an hour.

Throughout the process, he didn't do anything extraordinary, and there was no rudeness.

The queen lady asked, knowing that he had not been silent for a long time after going to the Royal Garden, but he did not know whether he should be happy or lost.

The sky is not yet bright, and there are already ministers in suits inside and outside the palace, and many other ministers leave the city to meet them in accordance with the rules.

King Hejian is preparing to go to Beijing to inherit the throne.

Theoretically, this is a thing that has been determined five years ago. Shizi should have been raised in the palace with the prince's gift, and it would be good if he succeeded directly today. But I don't know why this proposal was not approved. It is rumored that Father He did not like Shizi and secretly manipulated it.

Time passed slowly, and the morning light gradually illuminated the eaves of the palace, but the officials who had left the city to meet them had not yet returned.

The atmosphere inside and outside the Imperial City was a bit depressing and tense.

What exactly happened?

Hoofs rang out on the long street.

Quick horse returns.

Then report it layer by layer.

Ministers and princes on both sides of the jade ladder in front of the hall stared at the official of the Ministry of Rites, as if trying to swallow him alive.

The official of the ceremony department said with a pale face, and said tensely, "Shizi ... Prince ... No ... The one who refused to walk through the Zhengming Gate, went to the Xihua Gate."

Hearing this sentence, the front of the palace was silent, and the officials looked at each other, wondering what to do.

The crown prince took the throne and walked the Zhengming gate.

The emperor returned to Xihuamen.

It's simple, but it's important.

Whenever important historical moments, there will always be no shortage of officials in the court.

The silence in front of the temple was soon broken.

A Hanlin stepped forward and started to quote the classics, demonstrating the correctness of His Majesty's departure from Xihuamen ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and then several officials made peace.

It is natural to take great risks to make great achievements, but the real big men present are always silent.

Officials debated gradually, and all eyes were on one place.

It's not the highest point, and it's even a little far from the jade ladder. It's a shadow of the corner of the temple, and there is someone standing in that shadow.

"If you don't want to go to Zhengmingmen, please go back."

Throughout the new emperor's ascension, He Zhan only said this sentence.

This is the history book.

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(Clarify your attitude first, and of course I stand at Jiajing.)

(End of this chapter)