This battle, under the strict control of King Xiang Li Zhu, did not leak much news, and it was also because Li Xuan claimed not to let Prince Xiang's Mansion become a thorn in the eyes of the aliens. The demon clan might be able to resist for a while, but if it really provokes
If foreigners come, the worldly dynasty of Jin Dynasty will definitely be stained with blood...
Looking at the palace that had been slowly being repaired in recent days, Li Zhu felt filled with emotion. However, in the past two months, his most troublesome son, the playboy, had resolved several crises in Xiang. He let out a sigh of relief.
Li Zhu's eyes showed great nostalgia, and he whispered into the air: "Gillian, you can rest assured, our son is really outstanding..."
Looking at Li Xuan who was now solely responsible for protecting him, Li Zhu felt a little old. After being admitted into Li Xuan's Hetu Luoshu small world that day, he felt that Li Xuan's future life was no longer something he could predict.
During this period, Li Xuan would use telepathy to communicate with the demon clan every day. Every time he heard that there was no danger, he breathed a deep sigh of relief. A month passed quickly, and it was already the end of autumn in the blink of an eye.
, Prince Xiang’s Mansion was also rebuilt among the ruins, and it began to rain heavily in autumn.
It is the ninth day of the first lunar month of the 20th year of the Jin Dynasty. The entire Jin Dynasty is as peaceful and peaceful as it was when it first came into existence. However, behind this peaceful singing and dancing, there are many undercurrents lurking, like a ferocious water beast, trying to destroy today's people.
The Jin Dynasty was torn apart. Today was just an ordinary day for tens of millions of people, but for Prince Xiang's Mansion, it was not like that. It was from this day that the earth-shaking changes in the entire Jin Dynasty kicked off...
The setting sun in the sky refused to fall, illuminating the entire Prince Xiang's Mansion with a murderous atmosphere. Li Xuan was once again called to the study by Li Zhu to talk. Looking at the secret letter handed over by Li Zhu, Li Xuan was shocked.
.
Emperor Wen was seriously ill, and the four kings sent troops to plot rebellion! This was the information sent back by Xiangjun spies.
Emperor Wen of the Jin Dynasty actually fell ill at this time. Even Du Qibo, a famous doctor in the world, was helpless to deal with Emperor Wen's illness. As Emperor Wen became seriously ill, the four princes except Li Zhu, who were called guardians, were actually all
Choosing to send troops to rebel at this moment! Li Zhu took a breath, looked at the young man in front of him, and said: "Li Xuan, what do you think we should do?" Now Li Zhu is willing to listen to Li Xuan's opinion from the bottom of his heart.
Li Xuan looked at Li Zhu, who had some gray hair on his temples, and felt a little unbearable in his heart. He was worried about others, either for love or for state affairs. At this moment, Li Zhu had both. Although at the prince's banquet before,
The poisoning of the prince made Li Zhu hate the Jin Dynasty. But Li Xuan knew that this Jin Dynasty was the country that Li Zhu conquered with his life. Naturally, he had inseparable feelings. On the one hand, he was his brother.
, one side is the territory he conquered. Even if Emperor Wen is seriously ill, Li Xuan knows that Li Zhu will still step forward without hesitation to protect the Jin Dynasty.
Li Xuan moved his mouth and said softly: "Since my father has sheltered Da Jin for twenty years, he must not be able to bear it now..."
Li Zhu looked at Li Xuan and nodded lightly, and asked: "Can you blame me? I can also watch the fire from the other side and watch the collapse of Jin Dynasty, but I don't want the people of Li to live again.
The war broke out and blood flowed like rivers. The East Palace can be dismissed. But now the Jin Dynasty is prosperous. If war breaks out again and countless people in the world are displaced, it is not what I want..."
Li Xuan opened the curtain and heard the sound of the flute played by the singer in the palace, "Father, do you need my help?"
Li Zhu laughed out loud twice, "I'm not old yet, so there's no need!"
The deep curtain locks the rain in thousands of houses, and the setting sun blows in the flute wind on the balcony.
Li Zhu can be said to be a legendary figure in the Jin Dynasty, and his reputation is even far greater than that of Emperor Wen of Jin Dynasty.
At the time of the founding of the People's Republic of China, King Xiang Li Zhu used his sword to let everyone know the reputation of King Xiang. Li Zhu was a god of killing that made any imperial general tremble when he heard about it. Wherever his cavalry passed,
Thousands of corpses were laid on the ground, and the long sword reached it, destroying the pond and pulling out the city. Twenty years later, some folk rumors are still using Li Zhu’s name to intimidate their children to sleep late at night. If it is about merit, he spelled it out with a long sword.
It took him half the world to have such a vast territory and a prosperous age. If you think about it, the heads he slaughtered are enough to fill several cities. Li Zhu's great reputation is piled on top of human heads. All the princes and vassals only
He alone could hire 700,000 mercenaries in his own fiefdom. It was precisely because of him in charge of the border that the entire Northern Liang Dynasty did not dare to go south for twenty years.
Hearing the cuckoo sobbing in front of the court, Li Zhu couldn't help but think of his humble beginnings and the road to princes paved with human heads. The elder brother in yellow clothes personally lifted him up when he knelt down and said in front of the world.
He said, "You don't have to kneel down when you see me in the future." On that day, Li Zhu was named King Xiang and respected as Duke Jingguo.
Li Zhu calmed down his thoughts, gently picked up the letter in his hand and threw it aside. In this case, I will protect this country for my brother again...
Today, the palace of King Xiang is densely packed with counselors and confidants, but Li Xuan is not in the palace. One of the young men is half kneeling on the ground, and his trembling words interrupt his thoughts. After spending so many years together, every time he faces
Li Zhu always had a chill coming from his heart. The cold chill made him shiver a few times. This was the evil spirit created by Li Zhu using human heads. Even though he was just sitting quietly on it
, and even looked out the window erratically.
"Please think again, Your Majesty, I think it's a bit wrong not to report such a big thing to the Holy One..." When he said this, Li Zhu's eyes slowly looked at him, which made him suddenly stop talking, his eyes were like needles.
, causing his palms to sweat uncontrollably, the young counselor reorganized some of his thoughts, and then slowly said the following words, "If the prince sends troops rashly, what should I do if your majesty will blame him in the future? After all, this time it's terrible
Aren’t you going to kill the traitor Liang?” After saying that, he kowtowed and could not stand up.
Li Zhu saw the corner of his mouth slightly curled up, "My nephew, you are still not old enough. This is not only for my Dajin, but also for your father who died unjustly for ten years." He clenched his hand,
His eyes drifted away from the official uniform full of python patterns on his body, and he remembered his best friend Song Zhongmou, who was the number one counselor in this continent since the beginning of the dynasty.
The stars change when you talk, and the world is in your sleeves.
This is how it was evaluated in the history books of the enemy country. When the Jin Dynasty established its dynasty,
Emperor Wen of the Jin Dynasty, Li Wen, ordered to summon the best craftsmen to cast a sculpture of Song Zhongmou out of red copper. War cannot be without wise generals. The emergence of Song Zhongmou forcibly reversed the general trend at that time. Just like the birth of Wenquxing, he was born for strategies and had endless tricks.
He led less than a million soldiers to crush the three million soldiers and horses of the Southern Tang Dynasty, and eventually led to the change of dynasties in the entire Southern Tang Dynasty. To this day, the bronze statue of Song Zhongmou still stands proudly in the capital, becoming a holy place of worship for the wise men of the entire Jin Dynasty.
The young man in the audience was Song Zhongmou's youngest son, Song Xiaotian. Li Zhu looked at him, who was kowtowing, and his eyes seemed to be filled with depth. He vaguely saw the scholar with whom he once talked and laughed. Presumably, if he were still alive, he would agree with him.
Let’s do it. Home, country, country. Without a country, there is no home...
When Song Xiaotian heard this, tears fell uncontrollably. As far back as he could remember, his father Song Zhongmou had been dead. Everyone in the world knew that Song Zhongmou died on the way to suppress the rebellion. Only Li Zhu said that there was another reason for Song Zhongmou's death.
Weird. But everyone knew that his father was a founding hero. Why did Li Zhu dare to say that there was something fishy about Song Zhong's murder?
Li Zhu pressed a complete piece of the Tiger Talisman of the Ministry of War on the copy, "Pass my order, divide the troops into five groups, and send out troops at the right time. Put down the rebellion!" In the Jin Dynasty, among the princes in the world, he was the only one who owned a piece of the tiger talisman of the Ministry of War.
Complete tiger talisman.
Following Li Zhu's order, the sky was suddenly splashed with ink, and a few cumulus clouds pressed down. With the approaching night, the autumn rain in the sky became louder and louder, and the gentle breeze whimpered, as if complaining about the approaching night.
gloom.
Li Zhu was a complete lunatic, and it was also because of this dispatch that he took advantage of the rainy night to dispatch 400,000 iron cavalry in four directions to send troops to the four princes. Perhaps Li Zhu had not killed anyone for too long, or perhaps the world had regarded him as a follower.
The old man, who was gradually decaying with time, thought that the python pattern had covered up even his anger. Only when his soldiers and horses and iron hoofs once again leveled one city after another in half a decade, when he captured four people alive
When you want to use mercenaries to rebel against the feudal king.
Only then did everyone understand that Li Zhu's sword had never been corroded by time, and he was not an old man whose fighting spirit had been tempered by time.
The restless bloody night, the calm sound of autumn rain.
The autumn rain continued for half a month, and all the rebellious vassal kings had a question in their hearts: Why was it that the imperial court, with only an empty shell left, was worthy of Prince Xiang Li Zhu still working so hard?
Li Zhu personally beheaded his four brothers with a knife on the Xiangyang City Tower. The heads of the four vassal kings hung high on the top of the city tower, their eyes full of resentment and doubt, and the blood washed by the rain seemed to tear away the majestic stone slabs.
Everything was dyed red. The red platform seemed to be filled with eternal grievances, trying to break out of the stone...
This was something that Li Xuan had not expected. He had never thought that Li Zhu would capture four rebellious vassal kings alive with just one person. After twenty years, Li Zhu's attack this time allowed Li Zhu to take action.
Everyone knows that his sword has not aged well yet.
Li Zhu, who was on the tower, gently wiped his scimitar in his hand and shouted: "Here comes the letter!"