Chapter 72 Chapter 72

Accompanied by the bumpy road, Li Ye seemed to have never been so calm.The son left, and the queen spent several days in a trance.Li Ye gently took his beloved wife's hand, and pulled Lian Che into his arms.At this time, under the dragon chariot, the hearts of a couple in distress became even tighter. "Your Majesty, is our child safe?" Lian Che's soft voice slowly reached Li Ye's ears. "Yes, I will." "Sigh... I don't know if he will remember our appearance when he grows up." Holding Lian Che's arm tighter: "Actually, it doesn't matter anymore. As long as he is still alive, Li Tang's bloodline will not be cut off in my hands." Even though the carriage was swinging around, Li Ye's heart was always Calm as water: "Queen, why do you think people came to this world? Did they come to suffer? Is our life worth it?"

In such a situation, Lian Che might also appreciate Li Ye's three profound questions.She pondered for a moment, and replied: "Perhaps, our mission in this world is to continue the blood of our parents..." Then, she slightly leaned her head on Li Ye's strong shoulders: "One day, our parents will be They left, but their blood is still flowing on us... Your Majesty, think about it, my mother left very early, and my father died for the country when he attacked Nanzhao, but their blood is flowing on me, let them see So far, the southwestern border has calmed down. One day, when we go, our child will still be alive, maybe this is also his mission to come to this world..."

Li Ye nodded slightly. Lian Che said again: "Life reincarnation, the rise and fall of a country, how can you and I control it. I always feel that there is an invisible hand driving everything behind this world. Your Majesty, you don't have to be too sad, perhaps, all of this is God's will... ...As for whether my life is worth it, Your Majesty, I can be with you for such a long time, and my concubine will die without regret..." A crystal teardrop slowly fell, stirring in Li Ye's calm heart. Yes, even the Ninth Five-Year Master still looks so small in the face of history.How can the rise and fall of a country be controlled by the emperor.History has entrusted him with the mission of being the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, and he has really tried his best!Looking at the virtuous and sensible queen in his arms, what is there not to be satisfied with as a man?People are inherently mortal, so why should we regret death?A hundred years later, Ren Shishu commented that go!It doesn't matter what others think of it. What matters is that at this moment, he suddenly feels that he has no regrets in his life.

The huge empire is about to sunset.The flowers bloom and fall, the tide rises and falls, the seasons alternate, day and night change, the stars move and change, the moon waxes and wanes... everything is just the law of nature.What is there to be sad about?The affairs of the world are also a cycle of separation and reunification.Some people say that Jie had no way, Tang prospered Shang; Zhou was stupid, Zhou replaced him.For many years, people have always attributed the fall of the dynasty to a subjugated king, and what's more, to a woman who brought disaster to the country.In fact, no matter how powerful a person is, how can he ruin a country of several generations in his lifetime?Li Ye couldn't help laughing and said: Now, he is such a subjugated king.

From Shanzhou to Luoyang, the distance is only a few hundred miles, but Li Ye seems to have passed the longest journey in his life.During this period of time, childhood experience, youth's tribulations, and the suffering of being a king are vividly presented.As long as you close your eyes, you will be watching your life like a bystander.There are fewer and fewer relatives around me.The court ladies, eunuchs, batting priests, and children in the inner garden who followed him before were killed by Zhu Wen one after another on the way, and replaced by Zhu Wen's followers who wore the same clothes and hats.All of this was naturally noticed by Li Ye.But, now, it doesn't matter anymore.What he was about to face was nothing more than death, and on this journey, he was accompanied by his three wives and concubines, as well as the queen's two personal maids.

The newly renovated Luoyang Palace welcomes its owner.Here, it was once the most prosperous city in the empire, and it was also the residence where several generations of emperors lived all year round.However, today's palace is like a confinement palace, so Li Ye can only stare at the newly painted carved beams and painted buildings every day, but has no way of knowing Zhu Wen's conspiracy at the moment. All over the world, there are endless exchanges of calls. Wang Jian and Li Maozhen, the two heroes of the western region who had blood feuds in the Shannan World War I, formed an alliance for a short time because of their marriage and because they had a common enemy.Li Keyong in the north, brothers Zhao Kuangning and Zhao Kuangming in Jingxiang, and Yang Xingmi in the south of the Yangtze River all exchanged letters, claiming to crusade against Zhu Wen and restore the Tang Dynasty.

In Zhu Wen's eyes, in order to stabilize the current Central Plains, it is necessary to conscript troops from the west.However, if he leaves Luoyang, he is worried that this young and promising emperor will make big moves behind him.The time seems to be ripe for this fetter to be removed. Late at night in Renyin in August of the first year of Tianyou, there was a hasty knock on the door of the Jiaodian Palace in Luoyang. As soon as Mrs. Pei Zhen of Hedong opened the palace gate, she saw a group of noisy soldiers lined up on both sides with torches in one hand and fierce knives in the other.The leading generals Jiang Xuanhui and Longwu Yajiang Shi Tai shouted loudly with their swords in their hands: "Where is the emperor?"

Mrs. Pei knew that something was wrong, so she suppressed the panic in her heart, pretended to be calm and said: "The emperor has already rested, and we will report tomorrow if there is military information." As she said that, she wanted to close the door. Shi Tai kicked open the palace gate, and the sword pierced Mrs. Pei's chest in an instant... Hearing the commotion outside the palace, Zhaoyi and Li Jianrong ran out from the apse, and ran into Jiang Xuanhui head-on. "Where is the emperor? Tell me, save your life!" Unexpectedly, the delicate and beautiful woman in front of him was calm and composed: "If you kill me, just kill me. As long as I breathe, I won't let you hurt the emperor!" This righteous and stern reprimand made the soldiers in front of him stunned.

At this time, Li Ye, who was slightly drunk, came out shaking his body.He had already expected this day to come, or had been waiting for it.Yes, Zhu Wen finally made a move!His life is nearing its end. The cruel sharp blade came towards him.Li Ye leaned against the pillar and closed his eyes, waiting for the end of his life.There was only a pitiful scream, Li Ye didn't feel any pain, but his face was splashed with blood.He opened his eyes and wiped away the murky and viscous liquid in front of his eyes with his hands, only to see Zhaoyi and Li Jianrong lying on top of him. "This woman wants to die!" said a voice.

Li Ye's calm heart suddenly trembled at this moment, and his eyes were filled with astonishment and sadness.In his arms was the woman who used to play the piano with him, an ordinary woman among the beauties in his harem.For so many years, he had only favored Empress Lian Che, but he never thought that this woman would follow him to Luoyang until the end of her life. "Rong..." Li Ye's lips trembled a little.He looked down and saw Li Zhaoyi's pale face trying to force a smile, and with the blood dripping from the corner of her mouth, she whispered intermittently: "The emperor...the emperor, concubine, concubine is the same as the queen...love you deeply..."

Li Ye was in tears.He didn't expect that the last woman he hugged before his death was not his favorite Lian Che. The light of the knife crossed Li Ye's eyes, and he only felt that his left chest became surprisingly hot.The blood stained his dragon robe red, and the blood of the two people dripped on the floor at the same time, gradually congealing into a ball... The soldiers continued to rush into the inner hall, only to see Empress He sitting cross-legged in front of the bed peacefully, beside her was the maid Qian. Seeing that the steel knives in the hands of these people in front of him were covered with blood, Qian knew that the emperor might have died.She almost instinctively stretched out her arms in front of her master: "You don't want to take a step closer to the queen." Such audacity terrified these men.They didn't understand why these weak women around the emperor lived and died so calmly, without chaos in the face of danger.The sword in Jiang Xuanhui's hand began to tremble, and he didn't know how to deal with all this.And at this moment, Qian desperately rushed forward to meet the sharp blade in his hand, with a "pounce", the blade pierced her back, and blood splashed Jiang Xuanhui's face. Qian fell.On the edge of the bed were still Empress He's tightly closed eyes and even breathing, as if she didn't know what happened in the palace at all. Staring at the dignified and beautiful queen for a long time, Jiang Xuanhui waved his hand: "Retreat!" The soldiers hurried away, leaving only the corpses scattered around the Jiaodian, and the lonely queen... The first ray of sunlight in the morning shines softly through the waxed paper of the window lattice and onto the wide bed of carved nanmu.This warmth gently brushed the face of the King of Shu.Years and vicissitudes have gradually eroded the youth of this Xuzhou man, and now the king of Shu has gray temples. The smoke of war that lasted for more than ten years has gradually dissipated in the land of Sanchuan, and the fertile soil of Xishu has become peaceful and verdant under the silent infiltration of the Min River.The border where swords and soldiers used to be everywhere has now become a trading market where various ethnic groups exchange what they have. Some generals who once commanded thousands of troops are silently governing the states and counties under their jurisdiction.It would be better if there were no wars!The people can farm happily, and the merchants also make Jinli's business prosperous.Every day, the entire batch of goods is transported down the Jinjiang River to the Yangtze River, and the exchange is in vain silver taels. Such a beautiful morning should be enjoyed comfortably.What's more, in the arms of the King of Shu, there is still the most beautiful woman in Xishu who is like a flower and a jade. "My lord, my lord..." the little eunuch called softly outside the door.I'm afraid it will disturb the king of Shu's rest, the voice is so small that even he can hardly hear it.The half-awake Wang Jian slowly opened his eyes. "What's the matter?" He coughed several times, cleared his throat, and asked in a hoarse voice. "My lord, Mr. Wei has something to ask to see." The little lady heard that the King of Shu had woken up, so she raised her voice a little. The little concubine Xu Yanluo turned over and put a slender arm on Wang Jian's chest.The smooth and tender arms are as delicate as freshly washed lotus roots, the skin as white as suet can be broken by blows, and the silver bracelets on the wrists are exquisite and dazzling, which further highlights the nobility and refinement of the little princess. "It's so early in the morning, why are you so anxious? The prince has been working hard for the past two days, why don't you show more understanding!" "Master Wei said it was an urgent secret letter from Luoyang, and I dare not delay it, so..." As soon as he heard the word "Luoyang", Wang Jian sat up in a "chuckle". While reaching for his clothes, he ordered sharply: "Please invite Mr. Wei to the inner hall and bring him to my study to wait for me." The only concern is the news from Luoyang.Not long ago, the emperor was looted to Luoyang by Zhu Wen, and the people in Chang'an were also forcibly moved out.Chang'an, the most prosperous metropolis in the world, is already in ruins, an empty city.Today, Luoyang, the eastern capital, not only has news about the emperor, but also Zhu Wen's movements. The most important lifeblood of the country is there. The smart Yanluo naturally knows that any disturbance in Luoyang means possible changes in the world, and this is the only thing her husband misses every day.So she got up obediently and changed the clothes for the king of Shu.After Wang Jian got out of bed, he didn't have time to wash up, so he went straight to the study on the side of the palace, where the letters and documents written by Sanchuan Shangzuo were all piled up. As soon as he entered the study, Wei Zhuang had already bowed his head and waited, with beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.It can be seen that he ran all the way.Seeing the king of Shu appearing in front of him with disheveled hair, Wei Zhuang felt sore and cried, "My lord, Zhu Wen killed the king, the emperor died..." a bolt from the blue!Wang Jian just felt dizzy.Grief, indignation and sadness hit my heart.He raised his fist and slammed the edge of the door fiercely, cursing angrily: "Shameless traitor!" Now, Wei Zhuang also forgot to comfort Wang Jian who was losing his composure, and cried in a low voice: "I was in front of the car, and I was lucky to be with you!" The Son of Heaven had two long conversations. Although the Son of Heaven is young, he is knowledgeable about the past and the present, and has lofty aspirations. He is a rare wise master! Such a king has ended up like this, and the veteran is bitter!" Wang Jian wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, but said: "In troubled times, you and I can't be loyal as ministers, and the emperor can't rule the country as a king! Sigh..." When the room was silent for a while, the little eunuch came to report: "Your Majesty, Duke Xing is asking to see you." It has been a long time since Wang Jian and Jin Hui parted ways.In the summer of the previous year, Jin Hui returned from the front line. After several days of running around, the veteran general who was over sixty years old suffered from heatstroke on the road, and he did not recover for many days.After Wang Jian heard about it, he asked Jin Hui, Jin Kuangyan, Jin Kuangyi and his father to go to Mount Qingcheng, a hundred miles west of Chengdu, to recuperate for a while.Right now, Jin Hui must have heard about the disaster in Luoyang, and hurried to Chengdu. It's been a few years since we last saw each other, and Jin Hui has aged a lot.Although the waist is still tough, but it is already full of silver.His legs and feet were obviously not as sharp as before. The second son, Kuang Yi, carefully helped his father into Wang Jian's study.All of a sudden, the three old people met in this small room, so many memories of the past flooded into their hearts, and their chests were clogged with sorrow and emotion. For a long time, none of them could say a word. "The emperor has gone. I feel like I have lost my soul. I don't know what to do next." Wei Zhuang replied: "Although Zhu Wen killed the king, he has not publicly usurped the Tang Dynasty after all. He made the crown prince emperor for the sake of future plans. I think he will send people to Xishu to announce the funeral, and at the same time, to explore Your Majesty's tone." "As a minister of the Tang Dynasty, I have been favored by the emperor. Zhu Wen killed the king. I am sworn to death with him! If he really sends people into our Shu territory, I will be beheaded!" "This... rashly beheading the envoy is too extreme. I am not talented, so I drafted a response. I wonder if the king thinks it is okay?" "Speaking!" "If Zhu Wen came to send an envoy, the king can send the vanguard to reject the border and question him, 'The generals and soldiers of Shu have received Tang En for the world. In the past, the emperor moved eastward, and no report was given for those who had passed the 20th table. Now that the emperor died, Zhu Wen Killing the king and plotting rebellion, I, the generals and soldiers of the three Shus, are sleeping day and night, wanting to avenge the late emperor, but I don’t know what the noble envoy came to announce?'" Wei Zhuang responded properly, with softness and firmness, and a needle hidden in the softness.After Wang Jian heard this, he even claimed that he was good, and asked Wei Zhuang to draft a book and send it to the border immediately. "Guangyuan, what are you thinking?" Seeing that Jinhui was silent, Wang Jian asked. "There's something important to do right now." "What is it?" "Looking for the descendants of the emperor." Wang Jian and Wei Zhuang were taken aback and couldn't figure out who Jin Hui was referring to by "descendants". Only then did Jin Hui reveal that when he was in Mount Qingcheng, Mr. Guangcheng Du Guangting made a fortune telling... Qingcheng Mountain is backed by the snowy mountains of Minshan Mountain and faces the Xishu Plain. It has been known as "the quiet world" since ancient times.During the Eastern Han Dynasty, Zhang Ling founded the Five Dou Rice Religion in Xishu, which became the predecessor of Taoism.Zhang Ling lived in Qingcheng Mountain in his later years, and was born here.Since then, this place has become the ancestral mountain of Tianshi Taoism.After Du Guangting entered Qingcheng Mountain, he wrote books here.Because of Tang Xizong's gift of purple, he soon became famous in Western Shu.