MTL - Emperor’s Conquest-Chapter 63 Eternal

Zhaoyang Palace has had too many sad pasts, and the ghosts of previous emperors were buried in Qianyuan Palace.

I do not want to rebuild a new palace on the ruins of the previous dynasty, and I do not want to relive the sadness and joy of the past under the familiar eaves.

Three days later, Xiao Xun ordered the ruins of the two palaces to be razed to the ground, and another site was chosen to build a sleeping palace. The name of the Zhaoyang Temple was abandoned, and the Emperor's Palace was renamed Hanzhang Temple.

The old people in the palace have experienced turbulence and chaos and have seen too many secrets in the deep palace. I can't bear to confine them to death in the deep palace, and can't bear to face such faces day and night.

After three months, Xiao Xun ordered to repatriate former Chaogong people and return to his hometown.

The renegade Song Huai'en Fuxi, his wife Xiao's martyrdom, and chased Princess Xiaomu.

At my request, the three children of the Song family were saved from crimes because of their ignorance. They were treated as common people, and they were assigned to Xishu with the clan.

The remains of the emperor were destroyed in the fire, and Xiao Ye also built the tombs of the Emperor Su Zong and Cheng Xian at the tomb as I wished.

The old people of Qianyuan Hall and Zhaoyang Hall either died in rebellion or were buried in a fire. No one knows what happened that day.

Xiao Zheng never studied the death of Zi Xie again.

Everything conforms to my heart, everything is true, and everything is achieved.

The only regret is that my brother failed to return.

The romantic King Jiang Xia volunteered far away from his homeland and stayed in the far-flung Sibei.

On returning to the rebellion, Xiao Yao expelled the Turks from Mobei and arrived in the wilderness of the extreme north.

In just three months, he was able to wipe out the Turks in one fell swoop and completely wipe out the nation from the earth.

However, Song Huai'en's rebellion stiffly stopped King Yuzhang's iron ride northward, turning the direction pointed by Jian Feng.

The civil strife eventually caused a generation of heroes to fail.

Maybe it was Turk, who was immortal, Xiao Xiao won the emperor's throne, but at the last moment, he had to miss the wish of life.

It is his lifelong aspiration to settle the Turks and unify the rivers and mountains-this time the Northern Expedition to mobilize the army and mobilize the public, after all, failed to realize this wish.

He Lanzhen, who did not fall alive, finally sent a book of surrender to Xiao Yan, surrendered with a beggar.

Years changed everyone, and even He Lanzhen did not return to his original decision, and he could bow his head to the old hatred.

After all, he became the true king of Turk, and he resolutely preserved the latter between private complaints and his country.

Xiao Xuan received a drop, entered into a covenant with Turk, and demarcated land.

He Lanzhen led the remnants of the tribe to go far north, and the vast and fertile land in Mobei belonged to my dynasty.

I don't believe that He Lanzhen will really lose. People like him, like the lone wolf on the grassland, are always waiting for the opportunity to lurk. Before the moment of death, they will never give up their goals. Temporary surrender and defeat, just to save vitality.

He fled Xiao's net again, and for ten years, neither of them could kill anyone.

Xiao Yan is an eagle soaring in the sky, but He Lanzhen is a poisonous snake hiding in the ground.

Perhaps he will return again.

After demarcation, Xiao Zheng issued a decree.

This order changed the fate of his brother, the fate of millions of people, and the fate of the northern land.

He divided Ningshuo north, south of the extreme north, as a place where the seven ethnic groups lived together, and moved a large number of Turkic people who lost herds to the north of Ningshuo, taught farming, and opened up wasteland; he will lose land in the war. The Han people moved north to the fertile and vast north, building cities and promoting business ... First, they used powerful force to deter all ethnic groups, and then forced them to gather and live together, so that their customs and cultures could be integrated with each other. They must be interdependent in order to survive and finally let go of their hatred , Coexistence and coexistence.

Although the sword in the king's hands can divide the soil, it cuts off the people's attachment to the homeland and cuts off the bloodline that has been flowing down for thousands of years.

On the evening outside Ningshuo, I once traveled outside Xiaosai with Xiao Xuan and saw the smoke from the Turk herdsman's account. After many years, I still remember what he said that day-"The Hu and Han peoples have been relying on each other for centuries. You have conquered me for hundreds of years. No matter who wins or loses, you are always affected. Only by eliminating the limits of the territory and making it **** Blending and permeating the etiquette and customs, you have me in you, and you in me, and we are one of the friendly people, and we can stop the killing at the root. "

At that time, I thought it was just an ambitious dream.

He finally did it.

Emperor Jingjing and Emperor Jinglong were given to marry Turkic. However, due to the breakup of the war between the two countries, the situation became fierce. Until Turkic defeated and surrendered, they could not hold a big wedding. .

Lingling Hongyan, nowhere to return, nowhere is home.

In accordance with the Covenant, He Lanzheng gave Princess Jingchang the Mace of King Longfang and sealed the name of Queen Kundu.

From then on, Tianhe and Princess Jinglong became the Queen of Kundu, Turks, and from now on they looked at the hometown of the south and guarded the people of the north.

Kundu means "guardian god" in Turkic language. I still remember that under the drizzle in Kyoto, the frowning woman stopped to look back at her hometown for the last time. In the vast and chaotic world, how many women's lives have also gone up and down. Compared with those scattered red faces, Cai Wei is considered lucky.

The Queen Kundu stayed in the former King City of Southern Turkic under the name of Guardian, and the name was changed to Kundu City. The magnificent and ancient Kundu City lies in the center of the vast land north of Ningshuo and south of Mobei, and takes pictures of the three counties and four cities inhabited by the seven ethnic groups, echoing the north and south. The queen is the god-given master, replacing the gods to protect the people, and to the heavens forever.

Behind the divine power is King Jiang Xia, who holds 300,000 heavy soldiers. With the respect of the kingdom of heaven in the heavens, he plays the role of governing the government and becomes the true master of the northern land.

After all, fate fulfilled Gu Caiwei, or it should be said that it was Xiao Kun who completed Wang Ji and his family.

When Xiao Yan's class returned to the rebellion against the DPRK, he entrusted his army with 300,000 troops and left his brother in the north.

Since then, there is no such aristocratic aristocrat in Kyoto in the drizzle, and the sky above the cloudless sky has risen a goshawk that soars and flies against the storm.

The former Gu Caiwei would rather marry Turkic rather than swallow that breath.

The older brother knew he had lost his love and would not reach out to recover.

The chaos changed everything.

After experiencing the chaos of life and death together, two equally stubborn people finally broke free of their lives, in exchange for rebirth, and in keeping with each other.

However, the price they paid for it was lifelong blindness.

They can face each other day and night, but there is no fate. Queen Kundu acts as a sacred blessing. According to the Turkic ritual law, she must swear before God, be a virgin, and serve God forever. The name of marriage gave her her clean body.

Since passing that moment, her hit has been doomed, and she can't be his wife after all.

But at least, they still have a long time, they can accompany each other, they can ride outside the vast and free traffic jam, they can grow up together with them ... this is enough.

Perhaps, his brother should be grateful for He Lanzhen's southward invasion, which restored his hopeless relationship with Gu Caiwei;

He Lanzhen should be grateful to Song Huaien's rebellion, which gave him and his tribe last vitality;

Zi Zi should also be grateful to Song Huai'en for forcing his palace to help him escape the imprisonment and regain his freedom.

However, I should be grateful to He Lanzheng for his hijacking. Without him, it would not lead to my reunion with Xiao Yue.

——In this world, go around, enmity, who can tell clearly.

Jiande two years, the ninth day of May.

King Yuzhang of Xiaozhang sacrificed to the heavens, ascended the throne at the Taihe Hall, and set the Queen of Yuzhang as the queen, pardoning the world and changing the Yuan Dynasty.

In the beginning of the first year of the early year of the first year of the first year of the Taiyuan Dynasty, Xiao Xuan issued a decree, abolishing the Six-House Royal System. Since the queen and below, there is no Xuan Palace.

In the first year of the first year of the Taiyuan Dynasty, the eldest son of the emperor Yun Shuo was set up as the prince.

The abolition of the Sixth Palace shook the court and shook the imperial rule of the dynasty.

In the most prosperous period of the foreign dynasty of the previous dynasty, no queen had ever spoiled to this end.

Since Ji Zhou, all monarchs have followed Zhou Li and adopted the old Qin and Han dynasties.

At the beginning of Xiao Qin's ascension, the Xiayi revolution eliminated the six evils of the former imperial palace, arbitrarily spent a huge amount of court expenses, and reset the inner palace rank. Later, he proclaimed, "Abolition of the Sixth Palace, a virtual concubine, no three concubines, only the queen is in place."

In the eyes of the people in the world, Xiao Yuan treated me far beyond the emperor's favor to his consort. He hated being able to give me half of the country, give the eternal honor to my family, and promise the emperor to my son early.

If I didn't have the prestige of founding a country, I'm afraid I would have been scolded by the **** as a queen.

On the hall of Hanzhang, the breeze sent cool. Although the July curtain was a hot fire outside the crystal curtain, the summer was still hot.

"Wei Chen dared, and Fu Qi begged the queen to forgive sins, and Chen Wanwan could not record it as such." The historian described in the front desk of the palace suspended the pen for the third time, stubbornly bowed to the ground, and refused to write according to the words I spoke. .

I sat securely, squinting slightly, my heart moved slightly.

I asked him to write down the guilt of the Queen of the Queen, pre-residence in the court, and internal court, but he would rather die. The old-fashioned official with white hair is over seventy years old, and after two dynasties, he is still the same.

I leaned forward and wanted to help him personally, but I didn't even have the strength to lean in and help him, even weaker than the seventy-year-old man.

The old historian fell to his knees silently without saying a word.

I sighed, and stared at the phoenix pattern wrapped in gold threads on the cuffs. The gorgeous palace satin became paler than the fingertips.

The historian knows better than anyone. Even if the emperor has founding the country and expanding the land, the world will return to the world, and the cause of private morality is still inevitable for future generations.

As an emperor, it is already a taboo to specialize in the pepper house. Besides, there is only Cheer, the only emperor under his knees.

Since his inauguration, Xiao Zheng has been the most diligent king I have ever seen.

I understand his mind, even if there are Zen scriptures and Song Huai'en forcing the palace to scapegoat, he still jealous of the world, and he does not want to be regarded by the world as a thief who steals a throne, so he is more diligent in governing the country and benevolent.

It is easy to get praise from the people, but it is the hardest to get the recognition of the scholars. Those downcast men are always worried about his "Xing Han tribe, abandon the gate court", unable to pick out the disadvantages of governing the country, and privately criticized him for favoritism, always stigmatizing him it is good.

Maybe in the eyes of the world, I am a queen who specializes in palace princes, a jealous queen, who seizes the favor of the king, and expands the power of foreign relatives.

Only Xiao Yan and I knew that we were just guarding a vow of loyalty to each other.

Perhaps for Xiao Yan, he is also making up for endless regrets ...

"See the emperor." The servant in front of the temple knelt suddenly.

There was no announcement outside the hall, I do not know when Xiao Yan had entered the hall of Hanzhang.

Except for the Chaohui, he did not like to wear bright yellow dragon robes. He still wears plain plain clothes with black sleeves for many years.

Years do not diminish his prestige and solemnity, and his grace becomes more and more graceful.

He glanced at the historian who was kneeling on the ground, frowning slightly, and flicking his sleeves back.

I shook my head helplessly and smiled, and I have never been able to hide anything from him.

"Your jealousy, I know it's good. I don't need to write it to posterity." He leaned down and whispered in my ear. An understatement made me instantly red.

He gently embraced my shoulder, and he didn't say much anymore.

On the day of his return, I fell ill and was in a coma. The Physician had announced the worst results to him.

After a long time, A Yue said to me that she was taken back to the palace with her child, but she saw Xiao Yan sitting on the couch foolishly, guarding me in sleepiness, with tears on her face.

I finally understood why I woke up that day and saw him as if he was ten years old overnight.

The senior doctor said that I was suffering from illness, suffering from childbirth, and suffering from sorrow and worry, and eventually I ran out of oil, I was afraid that this winter would not pass.

I envy my brother and Cai Wei. Even if destiny makes people feel like they are close to the earth, it will finally give them a long time in the second half of life and let them wait for each other.

However, Xiao Yan and I worked hard to this day and got everything, but didn't give us time to stay together.

Xiao Yuan never showed half of sadness in front of me.

He laughed at the alarmist's alarmist alarms, making me feel that everything was not a concern, and just smiling and coaxing me to take medicine every day.

He no longer asks about the things I have done; the person I want to protect, he no longer hurts; everything I want, he hands to me in front of me; every wish I make, he does everything he can achieve.

I also enjoyed his petting waywardly, and frankly took the name of jealousy, stubbornly guarding the original promise.

He promised never to marry another in his lifetime, which is the promise he promised to me.

I don't want to criticize his private morality in future generations. He should be the emperor who admires all the world.

Well, let the historian's pen blame me for all the notoriety, and let me bear this unscrupulous notoriety, and let no one break our vows.

Summer goes to winter.

Spring solstice, everything is happy, the world is beautiful.

The imperial doctor said that I couldn't live the last winter, but at this moment, I was still sitting under the flower tree outside the Hall of Hanzhang, watching Qin Zhi happily running in the shallow green garden, and flying the paper kite.

Xiaoxiao clapped her hands, giggled, and staggered to flutter the paper kite on that day. Cheer looked up, and she could see God in the paper kite, babbling on my lap, saying something we couldn't understand.

The paper kite ties into a wonderful eagle, hovering above the palace wall.

It was a paper kite sent by my brother from thousands of miles away. He still remembers to get a paper kite for me every April.

The "Beauty Kite" of that year, I don't know who will be pierced this year.

With the paper kite and the plum blossoms sent by Cai Wei, the strange flowers resemble plum blossoms, alternating between white and purple, white and purple, with flowers and no leaves. They grow in the bitter cold place outside the plug, never fade, and never fade.

Xiao Zheng said that the northern border has gradually stabilized, and his brother can soon withdraw and return to Beijing to visit us.

In the first month, her aunt died in Changle Palace at the end of her life.

It's a pity that my brother didn't get back and met my aunt for the last time.

Dad has traveled so far. He has no news. According to folk legends, he has gone to Xianshan to practice and has gone away.

He was interrupted by Qin Zhi's joyful shout, "Father Emperor!"

Looking back, Xiao Xun came slowly, followed by the heroic Xiaohe General Xiaohe.

Qin Zhi's face was pink and flushed, and the tip of her nose exuded bright beads of sweat. She deliberately turned her side and pretended to turn a blind eye to General Xiaohe, but raised her paper kite in her hand and asked Xiao Yan Xiao with a smile, "Will the father make paper kite? ? "

Xiao Yan Weiwei, "This, oh ... no."

I laughed softly.

Xiaohe also lowered his head, and his lips drew deeply.

"Father Emperor is so stupid! After mother, let Father Emperor learn to make a paper kite for you ..." Qin Zhishou's narrow smile had a sensitive and early wisdom beyond her age.

Xiao Yan glared at her with a smile.

I looked at Xiaohe, raised an eyebrow and smiled, "It's better to let Xiaohe make one for you."

"Mother!" Qin Zhi flushed, looked at Xiaohe, and turned and ran.

"I'm not going to wait for the princess yet." Xiao Yan looked up and ordered Xiaohe.

When Xiaohe turned and walked away, he also laughed lowly.

Xiaoxiao came over, clutching his horns, and reaching out to him with a smile.

Xiao Xun quickly leaned down and hugged the little Yuxue-like child on his lap.

The wind was blowing over the treetops, blowing the pink and red petals of the tree, and they fluttered and fell on my side.

I looked up and sniffed the sweet floral smell in the wind.

"Don't move," Xiao Su suddenly said softly.

He leaned over, focused on me, and his dark eyes reflected my face.

"Ama, are you a fairy from flowers?" He reached out and took a petal from my eyebrow. "It doesn't grow old, but it's still so beautiful, but I have white hair!"

There was really a hint of silver in his side, but he was annoyed when he talked, but he was like a child; only when he talked to me would he not call himself "朕".

I gently ripped off his white hair and looked at him seriously, "Yes, I am a fairy."

He laughed and pinched my cheek.

"Fairies will live for a long time, so I will always entangle you." I took his hand and tangled with his fingers, tightly intertwined.

It's been a winter, and I still have to work hard to survive, even if it is one day, one month, one year ... one more day, and one more moment to accompany.

He didn't speak, looked at me deeply, clasped my fingers firmly, and there was a faint wet under his eyes.