Chapter 1 Where are the loyal bones now in the rivers and mountains, the clouds are white
On the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month in the 20th year of Jin Wen's reign, the dynasty had existed for twenty years. The territory that Xiang Wang Li Zhu had helped Emperor Wen conquer with his countless prestige was finally destroyed in the dust of war.
It was after this day that the Jin Dynasty changed its name to Xiang.
Due to Lu Ziyi's insistence, there is currently no throne in the imperial court. Above the officials, there are only two regents, Yun Qingfeng and him.
After all, in their hearts, the person who can sit on this dragon chair has completely disappeared in the previous battle.
Two months later, on the altar in the center of the capital that was rebuilt from the ruins, there were two statues that Lu Ziyi recruited the most elite craftsmen in the world and cast them out of pure gold.
Prince Xiang Li Zhu and the young prince Li Xuan.
Under the guidance of Jiang Baihe and Han Shuangxue, the tomb of King Xiang Li Zhu buried outside the pass was brought over together with the stone tablet and placed here.
However, this move that extremely damaged the feng shui of the capital was approved and cheered by all the people. On weekdays, there is an endless stream of people coming here to express their condolences.
In front of the bronze statue of Li Xuan, the story of his life is introduced:
On the first day of the twelfth lunar month in the 20th year of the Jin Dynasty: Li Xuan, the youngest son of King Xiang, led the Xiang army to launch a decisive battle with South Vietnam in front of Zhennanguan Pass, defeating the enemy and killing the South Vietnamese general Tang Zicheng.
On the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month in the 20th year of the Jin Dynasty: Li Xuan, the youngest son of King Xiang, killed eleven foreign cultivators in the capital of Beiliang and saved countless people.
On the fourteenth day of the twelfth lunar month in the 20th year of Jin Dynasty, Li Xuan, the young prince of King Xiang, single-handedly caused a thunderous phenomenon from the sky, and died together with Emperor Wen, who was a foreigner. He brought peace and prosperity to the country and created a prosperous age.
"Without the young prince, we might have died long ago..."
"In this battle, how many heroic souls died in the Xiang army, and how many loyal souls will remain forever
Fall into deep sleep."
Today's people are almost using their best wishes to pray and express their gratitude to Li Xuan, the young prince of Prince Xiang.
As the news of Piao Yujian's complete death spread among the gods, Wanjian Sect and Hehuan Sect also terminated their next move towards Xiangjing.
Since everyone is already dead, why bother trekking through mountains and rivers in vain.
What everyone expected was that as soon as Daxiang was founded, Emperor Wu of Beiliang personally led his ministers there.
Each of them paid homage to the bronze statues of Li Zhu and Li Xuan with utmost respect.
Although the two countries were enemies, Emperor Liang knew in his heart:
In the capital city of Beiliang that day, if it weren't for Li Xuan's manpower to turn the tide, I'm afraid that today's Beiliangzhong would have been devastated by Tian Xingzi.
Li Xuan's action in eliminating the troubles caused by the alien race undoubtedly saved countless innocent people. This kind of good deeds made them feel real admiration for Li Xuan from the bottom of their hearts.
But on the contrary, South Vietnam did not show any attitude towards this matter.
After the shocking battle in the capital that night, Jiang Baihe was undoubtedly the one who suffered the biggest blow and suffered the most grief because of Li Xuan's death.
After all, if it weren't for Li Xuan in his previous life, Jiang Baihe would have died long ago. The deep bonds between master and disciple made him sleepless all day long.
It seemed that every day, apart from searching for traces of Li Xuan and practicing spiritual power skills, there was nothing else that could concern him.
In the past three months, Jiang Baihe never gave up searching for Li Xuan's body every day. However, he searched thousands of miles around and dug up almost every inch of soil outside the city, but in the end he found nothing.
After that, Jiang Baihe, who finally believed the fact that Li Xuan was dead, left with Han Shuangxue in despair. This time the two of them went to Wangchen Sword Manor just to get the last thing Li Xuan entrusted to him during his lifetime.
Delivered to Nan Xiangyan.
After all, in Jiang Baihe's mind, this was also his master's last wish.
Looking at Jiang Baihe and Hanshuangxue's sadly leaving figures, Lu Ziyi's eyes turned red.
Yun Qingfeng on the side also muttered for a long time before saying:
treasure……
In June of the first year of Jianxiang, winter passed and spring passed, and midsummer arrived.
Within half a year, although many cities were rebuilt in an orderly manner, the scars from the past could not be smoothed away even if it took a long time.
The story of the battle in the night sky over the capital remains in the hearts of many people.
The traces of many cities being burned, killed, and looted by the Jin army are also deeply engraved in the minds of the people.
However, as the real peaceful and prosperous age comes, everyone feels a little heavy in their hearts.
After all, the relatives who have passed away, the companions who died on the battlefield, and the friends who were killed by the flames of war, none of them will come back from the dead...
In September of the first year of Jianxiang, sycamore leaves filled the capital. The cold came, and a bleak autumn wind blew in the world, making people feel chilly.
Looking at the sad Qiu Yu with a gloomy and solemn expression outside the hall, Lu Ziyi felt a surge of extreme sadness and indignation in her heart.
As the commander of Xiang's army across the river, he not only failed to save King Xiang's life before, but even in the previous decisive battle in the capital, he could only watch the young prince die.
Even if Li Xuan has been praised as a hero by everyone in the world and is firmly remembered, what can he do?
Although nine months have passed, this feeling of self-blame has not diminished at all.
There was endless bitterness in Lu Ziyi's eyes, and she stared blankly at the autumn rain outside the window, slowly lost in thought.
It would be great if the young prince was still alive...