Strangely, this emperor, from the time he was a prince to his ascension to the throne, did not have a bad reputation at all. In fact, even if he was not the eldest son of the previous emperor, his ascension to the throne was still very justified and seemed to be supported by the people.
After he sat on the throne, there was nothing wrong with it. He had the magnanimity of a scholar, the bearing of a wise emperor, and the popularity of the people. But in the end, the Liyang Dynasty that unified the Central Plains, the old emperor Zhao Li, and the previous emperor Zhao Dun, passed to Zhao Zhuan and died in his hands.
In the Spring and Autumn Period, some emperors who died had to die, and some did not. The former was the Jiang Emperor of Da Chu, and the latter was the last emperor of the old Southern Tang.
Although this young emperor belonged to the former, Zhao Zhuan did not care about his own life and death.
He just wanted to understand one thing here. Why did he lose silently in the end, like a tall building that suddenly collapsed and fell apart in an instant, and there was no time to remedy it?
Was it his great grandfather's fault? Or was it the Zhao family's foundation that was on the verge of collapse in his father's hands?
The emperor, who had his back to Chen Wang, looked calm.
Chen Wang suddenly saw the "young" eunuch standing at the end of the corridor.
Chen Wang wanted to say something but stopped. The eunuch walked slowly along the corridor, brushed past Chen Wang, and continued to walk. Finally, he turned a corner and disappeared.
From the beginning to the end, there was no sound.
Chen Wang closed his eyes, his face full of pain.
It was unknown when the Empress, Yan Dongwu, had arrived. Even at this moment, she was still as graceful as ever.
Chen Wang made way for her and bowed.
Yan Dongwu nodded and returned the greeting. She walked into the room and sat beside the emperor in silence.
Zhao Zhuan turned his head and smiled, "You're here."
Yan Dongwu smiled, "To accompany you."
Zhao Zhuan said softly, "I thought Lu Sheng would be like Wu Zhongxuan and Song Li, surrendering when he saw the situation was not good. Unexpectedly, he fought to the end and lost most of his troops! I thought that the Prince of Jiaodong, Zhao Sui, and his son, Zhao Yi, would bide their time like Gu Jiantang. Unexpectedly, the father and son led their troops to the south, and all the cavalry under their command died in battle! I also thought that Huanghuai Jiedushi Xu Gong would die in battle for the country just like Lu Sheng and Zhao Sui. Unexpectedly today he sent someone to give me a secret letter. In the letter he roughly said, 'In the present world, Xu Xiao no longer exists in the frontier fortress, and Zhang Julu no longer exists in the imperial court. I, Xu Gong, am really not willing to die loyal to the Zhao clan in Liyang. Our two Huai only have the elite troops of the frontier army left. Rather than fighting each other to the death in the Central Plains' territory, it would be better to be like the Beiliang Frontier Army, where everybody dies facing the north with their backs to the south. '"
Zhao Zhuan chuckled and said, "The last sentence of the border general who is the pillar of the country is' If Your Majesty doesn't agree, I can't do anything about it. '"
Yan Dongwu's eyes were sharp, "A traitor who brings disaster to the country!"
Zhao Zhuan shook his head and said self-deprecatingly, "He's just not very loyal. He doesn't bring disaster to the country. In the beginning, Xu Gong still won many key battles. Otherwise, the Prince of Yan and the others wouldn't have the face to continue acting like this. This letter, Xu Gong isn't for me to read. It's actually for Zhao Bing and Zhao Zhu to read. Our Great General Xu has put a lot of thought into this. "
Yan Dongwu gritted his teeth and said, "The most hateful one is Chen Zhibao! The most shameful one is Gu Jiantang! "
Zhao Zhuan still shook his head. "No matter how strong Chen Zhibao's sixty thousand infantry and twenty thousand elite cavalry are, and no matter how skilled the White Robed War Saint is at using troops, they can't completely stop the two Liao Border Armies from moving south. This is partly because Gu Jiantang is unwilling to exhaust his elite troops, and partly because the generals under his command have to hide their strength."
Zhao Zhuan sighed and said, "No matter what, Chen Zhibao is indeed worthy of the reputation of the White Robed War Saint. No wonder the previous Emperor praised him so much."
Yan Dongwu's expression was lonely.
Zhao Zhuan smiled and said, "I should be glad that Chen Zhibao didn't stay in Beiliang to assist that person. Otherwise, not only would this world not lose to me, it wouldn't be surnamed Zhao!"
Yan Dongwu lowered his head and rubbed his stomach.
Zhao Zhuan reached out and rubbed her head. This young emperor was crying but his voice was very gentle. "Live well, live well with the child. I only ask for peace. Don't tell him who his father is."
Zhao Zhuan seemed to be speaking to someone who didn't exist. "You and the Zhao Family have been friends for hundreds of years. Zhao Zhuan only asks that Old Immortal take her and leave Great Peace City safely."
A sigh sounded from somewhere, as if it was by his ear or at the edge of the sky. Then a word was said, "Okay."
— —
This day, the Emperor of Liyang, Zhao Zhuan, held the jade seal and personally came out of the city to surrender.
The person who surrendered was not Zhao Xun, who had just become emperor a decade ago, or even Zhao Bing, the King of Yan, but His Royal Highness Zhao Zhu!
— —
In the early years, after Zhao Zhu and Chen Zhibao's group parted, Zhang Gaoxia's last words to Zhao Zhu on the mountain peak were as she had said.
Many years later, in the winter when the auspicious year was changed to Yangjia, she was the empress of the new dynasty of Liyang.
In the capital that had been changed to Peaceful City, in the Wuying Hall that had not been renamed, a slender man in blue robes slowly walked into the hall. He had a cold blade at his waist and was bathed in blood.
Behind him was a woman in white robes. She had the Spring Thunder Embroidered Winter Blades at her waist. She helped the former guard the entrance to the hall. Outside the hall were thousands of armored imperial guards.
She, who was already the empress, still stood with her sword on that day. She stood in the hall and stood between two men.
One was the most noble man in the world, the other was the most invincible man in the world.
They had once been the best of brothers.
The former had wanted to kill the latter, but he had not succeeded.
The moment the latter stepped into the hall, he put the cold blade back into its scabbard. This action was filled with undisguised disdain.
His gaze passed over the woman's figure, but he did not speak.
The new emperor, Zhao Zhu, who was wearing a dragon robe, slowly stood up from the dragon throne. He walked down the stairs step by step and stood in front of Zhang Gaoxia, facing the man face to face.
Zhang Gaoxia angrily rebuked with a trembling voice, "Hsu Fengnian! Do you really want the world to fall into chaos again?! Do you know how many soldiers and civilians will die in vain in Beiliang and the Central Plains?! "
The man in blue robes did not pay any attention to the woman who was the mother of the world. He only looked at the dragon robe quietly and asked, "Why?"
Zhao Zhu calmly said, "The little beggar wants to treat you to the best wine, but the emperor, Zhao Zhu, wants to never have any future troubles. The descendants of the Zhao family can sit back and relax. It's that simple. "
The man smiled and asked again, "Can't we sit down, drink, and talk nicely?"
Zhao Zhu shook his head and said, "This is why I, Zhao Zhu, can wear this robe now."
Seeing the man reach out to grab the hilt of the blade, Zhao Zhu just closed his eyes and remained motionless, waiting for death.
Zhang Gaoxia was just about to rush forward when Zhao Zhu grabbed her arm tightly.
With a pale face, her fingers loosened and the long sword fell to the ground.
Yes.
A capital city, hundreds of masters, a total of thirty thousand iron armors could not stop him. How could she, Zhang Gaoxia, stop him?
She also closed her eyes, but both of her hands were holding her man's arm.
She did not know when, but she seemed to notice that the emperor staggered backward, as if someone had punched him in the chest.
She suddenly opened her eyes and turned her head to see Zhao Zhu's blank face, but he was unharmed.
The man withdrew his fist and turned to leave. He said softly, "Treat Beiliang well in the future. I will watch you from outside the capital, little beggar."
The man and the white fox's faces disappeared in a flash.
Zhao Zhu lowered his head and said in a choked voice, "The little beggar was wrong, really wrong …"
Other than her, no one else was listening.
— —
The Jianghu was gone, and the misty rain was gone.
After this life turned around, there would be no wind, rain, or sunshine.
Shining spears and armored horses.
Freehand and romantic.
Impassioned.
It was a magnificent sight.
Awe-Inspiring righteousness.
The sound of books.
The bead curtain tinkled.
The world was at peace.
— —
Outside the capital, two riders were on a long journey.
A heavy snowfall fell on the human world.
The white fox's face asked, "No regrets?"
The green-robed Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "Only for Beiliang with a clear conscience."
The white fox's face was full of anger. "But you disappoint me!"
The Hsu Fengnian's face was gentle. He turned his head and asked with a smile, "Then what should we do?"
The white fox's face snorted and did not look at him. She blushed for the first time and said in a matter-of-fact tone, "Beggar Xu! You can be my wife! "
The Hsu Fengnian gave her a thumbs up. "Skillful work! His Royal Highness must be rewarded! "
The white fox's face stretched and the corners of her mouth curled up. She said angrily, "But my wife's wives are a little too many. Let me count, Jiang Ni, Lu Chengyan, Wang Chudong, Sweet Potato, Blue Bird, Pei Nanwei, Huyan Guanyin … "
She kept counting, but why did it feel like there was no end?
Someone looked up at the sky. "Eh? What a heavy snowfall! It seems to be about the same size as when we first met back then. "
She held back her laughter and also looked up. She sighed softly and said, "Yes."
In the heavy snow.
Compared to the embroidered winter back then, there was the spring thunder.
Now, there was a cold knife.
The Jianghu in the snow started with them and ended with them.
A good beginning and a good ending.
# # # In the end, Zhang Xiao Er served the wine.
There was a small town. Perhaps because it was too far away, it escaped the smoke of spring and autumn in the early years. This time, it escaped the flames of war in the Central Plains. From beginning to end, there was no sound of the cavalry in the novel or the clanging of the armor in the storyteller's mouth.
As the dust settled on the side of Great Peace City, the chaotic presence suddenly disappeared, and an even grander presence of a prosperous era arrived.
For this small town, the most direct and obvious scene was the increasing number of customers who went to the Brothers' Building to drink and listen to storytelling. In the end, it was overcrowded. Some customers who happened to be shy in their pockets took the opportunity to tell the restaurant's manager that they did not care about the location and could drink at the door. After all, it would not affect the storyteller's storytelling.
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