A heavy rain that could be called a natural disaster suddenly came and then dissipated suddenly.

Only a very few people know the cause of this heavy rain. It is the arrival of two strong men from the Great Triad who have not exceeded fifty people in hundreds of years. The dissipation of the heavy rain also means that she will leave the world forever and change from the supreme life to a human being.

A touch of dust in the world.

The world is so fair.

Most people in Lin'an Mansion cried bitterly. Today is destined to be a sad day. Gods fight, and mortals suffer. Some people's homes are destroyed, some relatives die, and some people are disabled on the spot, but fate seems to play tricks.

Attitude, a very small number of people will get good news, the enemy is dead, a windfall comes from the sky, escape from prison... The joys, sorrows, joys and sorrows in this, good and bad, are the wisest sages of all time, how can they say it?

clear?

In short, today's Lin'an Mansion is in chaos, except for one place that is not in chaos.

That is of course: the Royal Palace.

The imperial palace is the hub of a country and the core of the state capital. The one who lives in it is the Nine-Five Supreme Being, the ruler of all the people. The Song Dynasty can be in chaos but the imperial palace cannot be in chaos. The people have suffered losses but the officials cannot. No matter at any time, these are all matters.

The most important thing that people focus on.

And since the heavy rain was approaching and the visions started to appear frequently, there were immediately many guards and masters coming to guard the palace and protect Zhao Ji. Their speed, attitude and seriousness of actions were beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

dare.

Then, as expected, the heavy rain poured down in small pieces, almost turning into a sourceless and endless big wave, submerging a huge Lin'an Mansion in the rivers, lakes and seas.

The palace was actually high enough, so high that it almost reached the sky. Zhao Ji overlooked the entire Lin'an Mansion from the balcony of the palace countless times, and because of this, he indulged in the fantasy that he was a holy king. At the beginning

, he still has the mentality of a child, treating it as a vast and grand spectacle that only happens once in a hundred years, similar to the Tengu eclipsing the sun, and has a leisurely attitude of just waiting to see what happens.

Even as he looked at it, he felt a little poetic, searching hard for a poem with strong commemorative meaning.

But after all, this was a disaster that even covered the sky. When the water got higher and higher, pouring into the palace and drowning countless eunuchs, maids, and concubines, Zhao Ji finally couldn't maintain his attitude and panicked involuntarily.

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He shouted for peace and asked his men to deal with the matter as soon as possible, expecting to receive a positive answer in his heart, just like any request in the past.

But everyone could only look embarrassed. This was not about collecting interesting flowers and stones from all over the country, nor was it looking for the calligraphy and paintings of a certain sage. Only then did Zhao Ji realize that the emperor's identity was not absolutely omnipotent. There were always things in the world that he could not control.

Something that cannot even be avoided.

He was confused and confused. He wanted to go to Cai Jing for the first time, but later he realized that this was even more unrealistic.

As a result, the sky gradually became darker, the wind and rain gradually became heavier, and an unprecedented haze enveloped Zhao Ji's heart. This pampered emperor, who had never been threatened or pressured in his life, felt powerless for the first time. The scenery outside the palace seemed to have also changed.

It was no longer so magnificent, and the poetic feeling in his heart could not describe anything. His mood at the moment was called helplessness.

Zhao Ji originally insisted on sitting on the throne, but soon even that position was occupied.

The guards persuaded him to leave, but he always felt that he shouldn't leave, but what could he do? A group of guards protected him. They were good at light skills, and together they reached the highest point inside the palace. A tall guard with strong arms held Zhao Ji in his arms.

, and the water coming from below has flooded half of the palace, and the swaying wind and rain blew over Zhao Ji's skin from time to time, making him shiver several times.

He really missed the warm quilt, bright candles, and the lovely bed-warming maid, but all of these have now become an unattainable dream.

Zhao Ji coughed twice. He hoped that the people around him would ask him what was wrong, or at least care about him, but the guards did not respond. They were also nervous and panicked in this unprecedented situation. Protecting Zhao Ji was just a way of doing something.

Inertia, if necessary, they can of course abandon this incompetent emperor.

Fortunately, that time has not come.

The tide gradually receded, and the sun once again penetrated the clouds and sky, shining brightly, and everyone finally landed on the ground. The tide came and went quickly. In fact, it only took a quarter of an hour in the end, but this experience is probably something that Zhao Ji will never forget in his life. Until now

It also left him in shock.

"What happened to cause such a natural disaster? Could it be that the weather has changed?" He couldn't help but murmured to himself with worry, "A few days ago, Zhuge Shenhou passed away, and now we have encountered such a big event.

, I don’t know how many people are going to die outside. Is it true that our days in the Song Dynasty are really numbered?”

These are words that should not be said. Even a person like Zhao Ji knows that he has made a mistake. As the emperor, he can enjoy all the privileges in the world that ordinary people can and cannot imagine, but even the luckiest person can't.

He has a responsibility, and among the few responsibilities that need to be borne, there is one that cannot deny the source of his power.

Of course, Zhao Ji has some opinions on military and state affairs. He is not a pure fool, and his opinions are really not optimistic, but he can't say it, and he doesn't dare to say it. Even any old man in the country can talk about the Song Dynasty.

Looking at the future, Zhao Ji will always be deaf and mute in this regard.

Now that the mute speaks, he only hopes that the people around him are deaf and no one will spread the words - the emperor of the Song Dynasty was the first to call it quits, which was a major blow to the whole country.

Zhao Ji thought: I hope they are smarter and don't talk to me...

But someone happened to talk to me.

"Yes, Emperor, I think the Song Dynasty is indeed running out of time." A voice took over, and he said with a smile, "You can realize this, it seems you are not a complete fool. It's a pity that you committed evil in the past

Too many, and whether he is smart or stupid, he will eventually be a dead guy."

This voice came suddenly and caught people off guard. Everyone present was shocked, "Who is it!?"

While following the source of the sound, several Ouchi masters had already moved.

These masters are not mediocre people, including "Shi Yanming" who is on par with Huang Yaoshi's disciple Qu Lingfeng. They are extremely vigilant and know that there is something weird and terrifying behind today's change.

When something happens, we take the highest level of precaution against any abnormal situation.

He didn't even see who was coming and had already made a killing move.

But compared with this group of experts, they are absolutely, definitely, inevitably, definitely no match for this person.

Because his name is "Li Wangchen".

Zhao Ji only felt that there was a flash of light in front of him. It was not any martial arts from the Ouchi master he was familiar with before, but an extremely strong sword light that he had never seen before. This sword light flashed, and even his own heart was shaken.

I dug half of it out, giving people a sense of emptiness and fear.

Li Wangchen had appeared in front of him, standing with his hands behind his back, looking at the emperor with interest.

Behind Li Wangchen, several Ouchi masters had frozen their stances of attacking one by one. From Zhao Ji's perspective, their eyes were still eyes, their noses were still noses, their mouths were still mouths, they were just eyes.

The spirit is gone, the nose is lifeless, and the mouth is lifeless, so the person is no longer a person, just like several clay dolls.

"this……"

Zhao Ji still couldn't help but take a few steps back, stumbling.

Li Wangchen wrote lightly, "They are dead. If you don't do what I say, you will die too."

His tone was so ordinary, as if he didn't kill someone, but just ate and drank water, so Zhao Ji didn't react for a while. It wasn't until he took two or three breaths after saying this sentence, pat pat pat,

One by one, the imperial guards behind Li Wangchen suddenly fell down and collapsed on the ground like pieces of rotten flesh. Only then did Zhao Ji finally react and twitch, and he immediately wanted to yell.

Li Wangchen glanced at him.

It was this glance that made Zhao Ji's voice completely stuck in his throat. He covered his mouth with his hand and looked at Li Wangchen. He was stunned for another moment before he seemed to finally understand something and lowered his head in despair.

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Chapter completed!