On that winter day of the ninth year of Kaibao, the bright moon was hanging high and the starry sky was shining. After Zhao Lang was enjoying the night view on the Taiqing Pavilion in the back garden, he went to bed early. Unexpectedly, in the early morning, hail fell from the sky, and heavy snow fell. Seeing that there was a strange phenomenon in the sky, Zhao Lang rushed to the palace and said that there was something important to discuss. After Zhao Kang entered the inner palace, Zhao Lang stepped back and left the servants, leaving only two brothers in the room. Not long after, people outside saw the candlelight in the bedroom shaking from afar. King Jin stood up from time to time, as if he was avoiding retreat and being modest. Suddenly, he heard Zhao Lang hit the ground with a jade axe in his hand, and said something loudly to the King of Jin. After saying that, he slept with his clothes, and instantly breathed like thunder. When the morning light was first bright, the palace hut was silent. The palace servants went in and checked and found that Zhao Lang had passed away for a long time.

Empress Song heard the sound and was shocked and sad. She hurriedly ordered the eunuch to invite the prince Zhao Defang to the palace. However, what she didn't expect was not Zhao Defang, but King Zhao Kang of Jin. When Empress Song saw Zhao Kang, she knew that the overall situation had been settled, so she had to change her attitude and complain to Zhao Kang, begging them to pity the lives of their mother and son! Zhao Kang looked sad and agreed to the emperor's sister-in-law and ascended the throne the next day.

The following year, Emperor Taizong ordered Empress Song to move to the West Palace. In the fourth year of Yongxi, she ordered her to move to the East Palace. In April of the first year of Zhidao, Empress Song died, but Emperor Taizong did not accept the emperor's sister-in-law and did not allow the ministers to die at the time of mourning, which was completely incompatible with the etiquette that Song's family should enjoy as the queen of the previous dynasty. Wang Yuxi, a Hanlin scholar, made a suggestion for her, and was demoted and was given a magistrate of Chuzhou. The Queen Song's coffin was moved to the former Princess of Yan State, and neither was buried with Taizu nor a temple.

In the second year of Taiping Xingguo, Zhao Defang's brother Zhao Dezhao was forced to commit suicide by Emperor Taizong. In the third year of Taiping Xingguo, Zhao Defang died of illness at the age of 23. Because the Zhao brothers died continuously in a short period of time, many people suspected that the cause of Defang's death was not simply, but related to Emperor Taizong.

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The snow pounced on Yan Niang as if she was about to bury her. Han Yue seemed to be smashed by the roaring wind, and retreated timidly to the horizon.

Yan Niang looked at the figure getting closer and closer in the corridor, two fluorescent light flashed in her eyes, and a layer of green was faintly covered with her body. She held her head up, clenched her hand into a fist, and said sternly, "Although he did not agree to your dirty deal, he still trusted you very much in his heart, but you regarded his trust in you as a weapon to kill people."

The old Taoist smiled faintly, "On the way to meet Bianliang in Luoyang, he had a premonition that his life would not last long, and even said such discouraged words as 'this life will never come again'. However, although he was the 195th emperor, he was also obsessed with life and death, so when he met me by chance, he could not help but ask about his life. I told him that on the third day of the lunar month, if the weather was clear, it would last for another twelve years. Otherwise, it would be hard to say. So that night, he saw the sky

When the snow fell heavily, he couldn't help but feel panic and urgently summoned King Jin to the palace to discuss. But he didn't know that this was planned by me and King Jin in advance. After he returned from Luoyang, King Jin was always respectful and cautious, making him let go of his guard. I designed that "accidental encounter" to allow our power-making plan to be implemented smoothly. Of course, Cheng Dexuan was also an indispensable piece in this plan. He laid in the palace early and dissolved that thing into his wine cup."

At this point, he smiled "hoho" and said loudly, "There are still things you don't know. After the King of Jin ascended the throne, he found several literati to write this prophecy into the book and used it to calm the rumors among the people, such as killing brothers and nephews, and treating the emperor's sister-in-law badly. Although these rumors are true and there is no false at all."

He rolled up his eyes, looked at Yan Niang through the flying snowflakes, and grinned, "Lin Jingyin, his family is dead, but where are you when they are struggling in despair?"

This sentence was like a soft needle, piercing into Yan Niang's ears. It felt painless when it first entered, but it penetrated inch by inch, piercing her internal organs, with scars and blood flowing. She breathed hard, but could not inhale a trace of air. For the first time, she felt that the layer of skin covered by her body was so heavy that she could not breathe and could not take any further forward.

She was like a sculpture, silent in the heavy snow. After a long time, she finally couldn't support it. She fell to the ground and fell into the white snow.

The old Taoist held the iron ruler and walked towards her step by step, reaching a few feet away. He stopped moving and looked at the human-shaped pit mark on the snow coldly. A corner of the light green clothes were exposed in the pit, which had been soaked in snow water, and a layer of thin ice formed on it.

The old Taoist smiled viciously, suddenly raised the iron ruler in his hand and smashed it down at the snow pit with all his strength. Wherever the iron ruler went, snowflakes flew, splashing several feet high, mixed with thousands of sparks of fire in the middle, gathering into a hazy snow mist in the air, and then rolled and fell.

Without the snow covering, everything was revealed, but there was only this corner of the clothes in the snow pit. One corner had been made into a few pieces of rags. When the wind blew, the rags floated up like broken butterflies.

The old Taoist knew that he had been trapped, and was shocked and quickly turned backwards. But as soon as he turned his body, he suddenly felt a silver light flash in front of him, and a piece of "rag" rushed straight into his face, like a strange hand with teeth and claws.

He held the ruler in his right hand and it was too late to stretch it out. He could only block his charred left hand in front of his face and resist the attack of the "rag". He could see the cloth covered with silver-shining characters "卍" and each character was rotating rapidly, making a "chichi" sound, emitting a bunch of silver light, making his eyes unable to open.

With a "swish", the silver cloth wrapped around his palm, wrapping the dry hand layer by layer, becoming tighter and tighter. His hands seemed to be frozen into a thick piece of ice. At first, it was extremely painful, but later it began to numb, as heavy as an iron hammer. He could even feel his blood condensed into ice bit by bit. The ice crystals wandered along every vein of his body, and soon spread throughout his body, frozen every inch of his flesh and blood.

"Demon, do you think I can be defeated with these few words?" Yan Niang's voice came from behind her. Her head was covered with snow, and she stood up silently from the snow pile not far away, slowly leaping into the air. "At that time, I was ordered by the emperor to fight the northern expedition, and was trapped by you using the magic technique and could not escape, and even saw him for the last time. I regretted and hated him. Every day, I was like living in purgatory, and even went against the will of heaven to find his soul. However, when I found that everything was powerless to return to the sky, the queen and the prince had died in depression and reluctance. Their death seemed to have killed me again, but it also reminded me from time to time that I must not be depressed and depressed. I want to avenge them and use your blood as their sacrifice.
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