The blazing flames were filled with heat, but when you really threw yourself into it, Changming felt the coldness.

The red lotus karma fire burned the eyes so hard that it hurt, but the cold wrapped the flesh and even the bones, and even continued to penetrate.

Two extremes of contradiction and strangeness appear at the same time.

Changming could still use his mental method at the beginning and resist it with his spiritual power. Later, he found that the more severe the resistance, the more severe the backlash. People kept falling in the endless void, never ending, but their hands and feet had already formed ice and could not move, and their brains gradually became drowsy. Even though he subconsciously told himself that he could not sleep, he could not resist the heavy eyelids and immersed in a deeper sleep.

I don’t know how long I slept this time.

Changming felt that he became more and more tired as he slept, and his limbs were soft and he didn't want to move, so he was very tempted to sleep forever.

But he was woken up.

The other party's movements were rough and fierce, and he woke Changming up from the chaotic dreamland in an instant.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, something is wrong!"

Changming sat up with his forehead, thinking about the origin of this title, but he unconsciously said something from his mouth.

"Speak softly, you make my head hurt!"

The inner servant stepped forward, his face full of panic, barely lowered his voice, but he still couldn't help but tremble.

"That traitor, that traitor has taken Yuanzhou and approached the capital! The ministers are waiting for your old man to speak!"

When did he become emperor?

Changming felt a little funny in his heart, he looked up and looked down.

There was a dragon tent above his head, a dragon couch below his body, and a white-faced and beardless nearby servant beside the bed. Behind the heavy gauze tent, the empty bedroom could be seen faintly. Changming could even see the figures of two nearby servants guarding the door, as well as several kneeling heads outside the bedroom.

He was the twelfth emperor of this dynasty. The dynasty is located in the south, also known as the Southern Dynasty, and ruled with the Northern Dynasty in the north. The Southern Dynasty experienced the founding of the country and the restoration of prosperity and decline, and then the revival that turned the tide. By this, it was already a desperate end to the downhill.

The reality and the illusion are intertwined, and Changming feels a sense of absurdity that he knows that he is in a dream, but still can't help but walk along the track.

Should I be in the game, or divided into two and watched the play beside the scene?

"Call them in." He heard himself say so.

The internal officials were ashamed of amnesty and quit. Soon a group of ministers entered one after another and knelt on his bed again, as if they had lost their parents, as if the emperor was about to die.

Actually, it's almost the same.

I was in full bloom and sleeping at night, working hard day and night, and I revised more memorials every day than the previous emperor in one year, but it still could not change the chronic diseases of the dynasty and the fate of the declining rivers.

He tried his best to rectify the administration, but the court became more corrupt and corrupt officials became more rampant. He reduced taxes, but in the end the court's tax revenue decreased, but the people did not reduce the burden. Instead, the landlords and bureaucrats made a fortune by making a fortune.

This dynasty is like a huge decay, heading towards a dead end. He tried his best to make the horse even more crazy and run faster on the dead end.

On the contrary, the Northern Dynasties were full of vitality, and the king and his ministers were united, like the rising sun. They had just won a great victory in a war at the beginning of the year, and their morale was greatly boosted. They drove straight into the south with one move.

Before this, Changming, who had heard this news, had not been able to sleep well for three days and three nights.

Changming was very tired, so tired that he fell asleep while correcting the memorial. He was helped to bed by his nearby servants and had no sense of consciousness until he was woken up.

He thought he was not a fool, but he still couldn't think of a better way than moving the capital.

Either move the capital or surrender.

Surrender is impossible.

Even if the capital is moved, it will be a slow strategy at most. The opponent's troops are strong and the horses are exhausted. The army is redundant, the army is full of food and grass, and the soldiers are in a state of chaos, and the soldiers are in a state of chaos, and they have no intention of fighting. Perhaps the emperor left the capital, and those people will hand him over to the enemy generals.

These are all messes left by the emperors of the previous dynasty, but Changming, who had just as many as two years after he ascended the throne.

Changming looked at the ministers who were in a state of tranquility under the bed and let them propose all kinds of futile solutions. Some wanted to do their last loyalty to this dynasty, and some wanted to get through the crowd, and remember every word from the last days of the old dynasty emperors so as to seek credit from the new dynasty emperors.

All kinds of human nature.

After a while of free speech, everyone finally said they were tired and they hoped that the emperor would also say something.

The scene naturally became quiet, and all eyes fell on Changming.

Changming only said one sentence: "If you want to leave, you can leave, but I won't leave."

Everyone looked at each other and knew what the emperor said.

Changming waved his hand and watched everyone scatter and said no more.

The day when the city breaks comes quickly.

The enemy generals were at the city, and the people and officials in the city competed to flee.

The generals of the Northern Dynasties encountered no resistance along the way and came directly to the Imperial Palace and Political Consultation Hall.

Changming sat on the throne high and looked at the person who stepped in against the backlight.

The other party approaches, and then gets closer.

Raise your head.

Four eyes are opposite.

It was indeed the same eyebrows as Yun Weisi.

But he didn't look like Yun Weisi, because the other person had a smile on his lips and a frivolous expression.

This is a sea of ​​clouds.

Changming clearly printed these two names in his heart.

He felt that he shouldn't have appeared here.

But where should I be and what should I do at this moment?

The hazy memory flashed away, but the body and emotions were still involuntarily immersed in the situation of the last emperor.

Yes, the dynasty is about to end, and the money falls and scatters are scattered. He is the last emperor who works hard to save but ends up losing money.

The visitor saluted casually, carrying the unique arrogance of the winner.

"At the end of the day, Yunhai, on the order of our king, come and ask Your Majesty to be an Anlehou. As for the country and country, you cannot manage it well anyway. It would be better to incorporate it into the territory of our Northern Dynasties and give peace to the people of the north and the south."

Changming raised his hand and a pocket porcelain bottle appeared in the palm of his palm.

"The success and defeat of the enemy are nothing to say. Congratulations to General Yun for winning a complete victory and sweeping away the troops. But I don't like to rely on others by nature, I am afraid that I will disappoint General Yun."

Yunhai: "Your Majesty, don't die. Our king said, if you dare to die, let me slaughter the city. I heard that you are diligent in your work and love the people. I believe you don't want to watch them become dead souls under the knife, right?"

Changming: "Your king is a man who wants to unify the world. Since he is not afraid of leaving a bad reputation in history books for thousands of years, what am I afraid of?"

Yunhai: "Even if you don't care about the people, the children of your harem will be buried with you."

Changming: "I have died long ago. I have not had time to have children in the past two years. Even the concubines have almost forgotten what they look like."

Sea of ​​clouds:...

Without saying a word, he rushed over and tried to seize the porcelain bottle from Changming's hand.

But Changming was one step faster than him, and black blood flowed down from the corner of his mouth.

Yun Hai changed his face. He pinched his chin and pressed it down, but found that the other party was covered in blood and was still flowing out.

Changming smiled.

Yun Hai's face looked a little ferocious. He never expected that he would have swallowed poison before he came in.

An ant still has the intention of living in vain. A king who has a destruction chooses to die when he has the chance of life.

Changming grabbed his collar and pulled the person closer.

The moment he swallowed the poison, many scenes flashed in front of Changming like a lantern. He foresaw the second half of his life after he went to the Northern Dynasties and ended with humiliation and depression, and he also instantly remembered his identity.

He was not the twelfth emperor of the Southern Dynasties, he should have been the Nine-Term Eternal Ming.

On the rainbow bridge, the sea of ​​clouds forced him to jump down, rising and falling in the sea of ​​fire, but I didn’t know that this was a illusion that trapped the two of them or a one-man show for him?

Taking poison should not be the direction of this dream, but the flash of intuition in the spiritual platform prompted him to do this.

He is the dying king of the nine directions, not this cowardly king of the country. For decades before he lost his cultivation, he had been living as he pleased, even if he went through hardships to seek the ultimate martial arts, the mystery of heaven and earth, exhausted all over the world, and turned to Taoism, Buddhism, demons and scholars, that was what he was willing to do, not out of anyone's coercion.

This was the case in the past, and it is the case now.

At that moment, his mind was extremely clear, but his vitality passed away several times.

There is only one sentence.

He could only say the last word to Yunhai.

"Understanding the mind and seeing the nature, finding the roots and breaking the obstacles."

The face of Yunhai changed slightly.

Changming didn't know if the other party understood, he could no longer say more. Blood kept pouring out from his mouth and nose, and the pain was severe and painful, not like he was in an illusion.

The next moment, darkness fell in front of me, and all consciousness was completely cut off.

...

Memory shuttles between the past and the present.

The fragments forgotten in the underworld began to be picked up bit by bit.

For a long time, Jiufang Changming has been thinking about a problem.
To be continued...