On a starry night, there were people moving around in all directions in the Tang Dynasty, and shouts and shouts came and went.
They were all troops, marching quickly at night, rushing to the north without stopping.
Zhao Yun and the others were among them. They were a faster army. The birds and their mounts were indeed faster than the horses. They passed through the mountains and rivers. At this moment, they could already see the smoke rising in the sky.
Of course, the unconscious Emperor of Tang Dynasty did not know this.
It is true that he is not going to die soon, the poison is too fierce and is trying to swallow up his vitality.
Perhaps it was the Tang Army's killing cry that was so heroic that it woke him up from his nightmare. ??
He was awake, but his eyes were blank and extremely turbid. The black blood dripping from the corners of his mouth could not be wiped away. The medical officers who looked at him were helpless.
"How's the war going?" The emperor's voice was hoarse and weak.
"Yan. Yan Gate is lost." An old general whispered.
The picture of the emperor being furious and vomiting blood did not appear in his imagination.
He was very calm, so calm that he suppressed his heartache.
As an emperor, he is aware and knows his destiny.
It is precisely because the deadline is approaching that we have to hold on.
At least, we have to hold on until reinforcements arrive.
"Plan a move." It took a long time before I heard him speak.
The ministers accompanying the army hurriedly took the pen and ink, and also hurriedly stepped forward.
The emperor is dead, obviously he has to take care of his future affairs, and the country cannot live without a king for a day.
"The prince succeeds to the throne and inherits the great unification." The emperor did not speak much, or the lamp was exhausted. He said only a few words, as if he had exhausted all his strength.
He had to hold his breath and wait for someone to come.
That man's surname was Zhao, and he was the first civil and military champion in the history of the Tang Dynasty.
He is dying and needs someone to clean up the country and turn the tide for the Tang Dynasty.
Come.
Come as you say.
That night, hundreds of goshawks were seen flying into the city.
The people the emperor was waiting for arrived, including Xiao Yuxian and Li Zhao
Yang and Yang also rushed into the city lord's mansion like crazy.
When a person is about to die, he should have a chance to recover.
But the emperor of the Tang Dynasty didn't even have the strength to stand up. He only held on to his last breath and hid helplessly on the hospital bed. His cloudy eyes made it blurry to see people and things.
"Father."
Zheng!
Just as Li Zhaoyang stepped forward, the guard at the door drew his sword and stopped him.
In addition to her, there were also the Queen, Marshal Canglong, and Marshal Yan Ling. They were all blocked by him.
"Did you lose your dog's eyes?" Marshal Canglong had a bad temper and scolded him at will.
"Your Majesty has an order, I only see Zhao Zilong." The guard was very angry and shouted loudly.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yun glanced at Xiao Yuxian and Li Zhaoyang, then stepped in.
Seeing him, the emperor's dim eyes gained some luster. He wanted to get up, but was unable to do so.
Zhao Yun came to the bedside in one step, but his expression was ugly.
Poison, the emperor was poisoned, and it was a strange poison that was more severe than blood poison. His current state was worse than before. His power had been lost, his energy and blood had dried up, and he could die at any moment.
There is someone who can save him. The Medicine King of Snow Mountain must have a way.
It's a pity that the emperor can't afford to bother, and he is afraid that he will be on the road to hell before he reaches Yaowang Valley.
"Zilong." The emperor's voice was weak.
"Senior." Zhao Yun moved closer.
"Datang, I leave it to you." When the emperor spoke, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Even so, he still used all his strength to hand his sword to Zhao Yun.
That is the Emperor's Sword.
"We should pity the common people and bring peace to the world."
On the verge of life and death, the emperor was also like that night
General Xuanjia held Zhao Yun's hand tightly. He was waiting for an answer. He would not die until Zhao Zilong nodded.
"good."
Zhao Yun accepted the Emperor's Sword and also accepted the emperor's instructions.
At this point, the emperor was relieved, his hands slowly relaxed, and the last glimmer of light in his eyes gradually disappeared.
At the last moment of his life, he looked out the door and seemed to be able to see his queen and daughter through the gap. ??
It's not that he is cruel and doesn't want to see his wife and daughter one last time.
Really, I can't hold it any longer.
The time God gave him was only enough for him to hand over the Emperor's Sword to Zhao Zilong.
He left, and muddy tears fell from the corners of his eyes. The expression he left behind was one of unwillingness, regret, remorse, and self-blame. As the emperor of a country, even if he died on the road to put down the rebellion, he would not be able to see his ancestors.
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"The city is under attack. The rebels are under attack."
The emperor had just passed away when he heard shouts coming from the direction of the city wall.
Zhao Yun took one last look at the emperor, holding the Emperor's Sword in his hand, and stood up.
"Xuanzong."
"Father."
The moment the door opened, Xiao Yuxian and Li Zhaoyang rushed in.
Unfortunately, the emperor had closed his eyes, and on the hospital bed, there was only a body that was gradually losing its temperature.
Loud cries filled the darkened house.
A queen and a princess both cried with tears in their eyes.
"Farewell to Your Majesty."
Marshal Canglong and others kowtowed one after another.
Without much time to grieve, the generals rushed towards the city wall.
When they arrived, the rebels were attacking desperately, and many Wei soldiers had climbed up.
Fortunately, the city wall was tall, and the Tang army fought hard and managed to repulse the invading enemy.
This night, the wind was so cold and the atmosphere was depressing to the point of freezing.
When the emperor died, white silk was hung in many places in the city, and people mourned.
one slice.
Soon, a bonfire was lit in the city, and the emperor's body lay quietly inside.
This was his last edict before his death, not to be buried in the imperial mausoleum but to scatter his ashes outside Yanmen Pass.
Just like Marshal Xuanjia, his state of mind before his death should have been extremely determined. Even if he turned into a lonely ghost, he still wanted to guard the Tang Dynasty.
"It's smoking, it's smoking."
Such shouts and screams came from the small world of Shenchao.
In the middle of the night, the Hulu baby and the troublemaker were standing in front of a grave, making loud noises.
The so-called "smoke" refers to this tomb. Looking at the tombstone, it is the tomb of the Taoist master.
Just a moment ago, the fire in this tomb flickered, and there was a faint trace of cause and effect, intertwined and wandering, and accompanied by the mysterious sound of heaven, I don't know how many gods were alarmed.
Whoosh!
The fastest thing is the evil thoughts.
She has a high vision and can discern clues at a glance.
He is back, and the Taoist master who entered the world due to calamity has returned to his throne.
However, the return of the Tao Master was incomplete, only the Tao rules and a trace of spirit.
"Zhao Zilong."
The Taoist master's spirit seemed to be murmuring in confusion.
After a disaster, he became the emperor of the Tang Dynasty and met a talented man named Zhao.
He doesn't know the reincarnation of heaven, he only knows the cause and effect, and he only knows that the master of the divine dynasty who takes over his emperor's sword will have to experience life and death in that mortal country.
"Have you met Zhao Yun?" Fuyao asked.
"See you." Words came out from the Taoist master's spirit.
Along with it, there was a hazy picture of a starry sky.
Zhao Yun was in that starry sky, and there was an ancient star inside, hiding a dynasty called Datang.
"Concentrate your soul with peace of mind."
The evil thought left behind a word and disappeared in an instant.
Although the Three Realms are vast and boundless, if you are lucky, you may not be unable to find Zhao Yun.