It was the night when the moonlight was bright and the sea was calm. The warship left the island that night. Under the guidance of experienced guides, dozens of sailors were paddling together and sailing boats toward the land at a constant speed.

The islanders who boarded the ship together had settled down. They looked carefully at the heroic back of the young man in the distance with awe, and the woman also coaxed the child, trying not to make any noise.

But on the faces that became charred and haggard due to difficulties, they released a long-lasting look full of hope.

From yesterday to this moment, in just one day and a night, their fate has experienced ups and downs that have never been seen in their lifetime. They knew that the man who brought them back to their hometown would want the new king of the world.

These people have lived on the isolated island for several years and have never heard of the name of Yanhou Wei Shao before, but out of an intuition that they themselves cannot explain clearly, they believe that this young new king who is willing to stop and join forces for the sake of these people, such as the grass-roots people, will surely bring them a long-awaited stable life.

How could they not be happy and inspired by this?

...

There was nothing wrong. Wei Shao asked Lei Yan and others to disperse themselves and returned to the cabin himself.

He stood in front of the porthole, looked up at the starry sky, and was fascinated for a long time.

...

Yongdu was finally defeated, and the Later Emperor fled to Sichuan, but how could he block the military attacks that would inevitably clear the obstacles and unify the world?

The last city finally broke him.

When his soldiers occupied the city and cheered loudly to celebrate victory, he was told that the Emperor of the Later Emperor committed suicide in the palace.

The feet were covered with corpses, the smell of blood was floating in the air, the house was burning with unextinguished fire, the smoke was rolling, and the ears were filled with the suppressed crying of fear of the captured city people.

He had long been accustomed to all this. He surrounded by heavy soldiers and entered the palace filled with bloody smell.

In the pool of blood on the ground, several dead women in colorful clothes were upside down, and on the couch were a pair of men and women who were already angry were lying side by side.

The trembling old eunuch knelt in a pool of blood and said in a trembling and uncontrollable voice that these men and women were the Later Emperor Liu Yan and his Queen Qiao.

Liu Yan ordered his confidant eunuch to kill all the concubines and kill the queen with his own hands. Then he committed suicide by taking poison.

Liu Yan's eyes were closed, his face was full of dead blue and white color, and his face muscles were slightly distorted.

He stared at the dead Liu Yan for a moment, and then swept to the woman lying side by side with him.

His dead wife's sister.

It also comes from the Qiao family he hated.

The palace dress on her body was neatly decorated, and there was a wound broken by a sharp blade on her chest on her left. It was covered in blood and solidified into purple-black colors. The gorgeous brocade collars and layers of materials under the collars were also soaked in blood.

It can be seen that the sword she received before her death was extremely accurate and the force came out of her back.

But compared to her husband's almost painful twisted expression, the expression of this dead Qiao Nu was unusually calm.

She just closed her eyes, her eyelashes drooped, and she seemed to have fallen asleep.

Even though she had been dead for a while, her body had long been cold and stiff, she still looked amazingly beautiful. The wound on her chest that was stained with blood did not damage her peerless appearance, but instead added a bit of sadness and sadness to her beauty.

It is enough to touch the hearts of the most strait-hearted person in the world.

But his eyes stopped for a moment on her beautiful face that looked a little like his wife Da Qiao, and then took it back.

His expression was full of indifference and without any compassion.

He turned around and left the palace under the suppressed and fearful eyes of the old eunuch behind him.

He was only thirty years old and he was already dominating the world. Today he was clearing the last obstacle on the road to great cause for thousands of years.

At this point, all his enemies were eliminated, and the people he wanted to die were all killed by his hands. No one in the world could compete with him. Every inch of the king's land in this beautiful country was also possessed by him.

At this moment, he should have been excited. The roaring shouts of his soldiers celebrating victory seemed to be still filling his ears, but for some reason, he could not feel the slightest excitement.

Perhaps it was because of such a city break and victory that he had experienced too much before. Now he was numb. He had eliminated the Hou Emperor who had resisted for several years. It was just one of his goals. Now that the goal has finally been completed, he seemed to feel a little confused and even lonely.

A feeling of loneliness that is alone and looking around.

He strides on the streets of the city with thick smoke, coldly allowing his soldiers to vent their emotions after breaking the city by killing people, setting fires, and even traitors. The city people cried, groaned, and moaned as if they had not heard it. Because the people in this city had helped the Empress resist his arrival, this was the punishment they deserved. It was not until the next day that his prime minister Gongsun Yang, who rushed to hear the news, came to dissuade him, and finally ordered to stop the massacre of the city.

From the first day after he ascended the throne, Dayan never stopped fighting. After returning to Luoyang, he appointed capable ministers, opened up tax sources, filled the national treasury, used them to fill military salaries, and supported him in fighting with the Huns. After a few years, the Dayan cavalry finally occupied the Huns' royal court, and drove the Huns who lived here far away to the north, completely extinct in the Longcheng area. In his harem, beauties also entered one by one, but no one could have ever gained his affection. Even if he was favored on the dragon bed for a while, he soon became aware of it.

He was neglected by him. As for Su Nu, who was made queen by him, he had not summoned her for a long time in the past few years. He just looked coldly and felt extremely bored and contempt when he watched her and the women in the harem fight each other. The past of his youth had long disappeared in his heart. But occasionally, when it was late at night, he climbed the tall building of the deep palace alone, recalling his grandmother who had passed away many years ago, his heart that was as cold as if it had become a stone, would slowly soften and fall again.

Only in that moment can he feel a brief loneliness, a loneliness that has nowhere to hide.

He also knew that if his grandmother was still alive, he would not have wanted to see him become what he is today.

But he could no longer control himself. His grandmother had gone. His mother only needed to respect and support him. The women in the harem could not stop him. There was no one in this world who could soften his heart that had planted the seeds of hatred since he was twelve years old. He needed a steady stream of stimulation and pleasure of conquest. In the second year after the suppression of the Huns, he continued to launch a war to conquer the Western Regions despite the opposition of Gongsun Yang and the court officials. After several years of war, he finally achieved his wish and included a large area of ​​the Western Regions that had surrendered to him into the territory of Da Yan.

In less than ten years, he achieved great achievements that no monarch before him could achieve, and made the Great Yan Empire famous all over the world. However, those memorials that praise merits like snow were still piled on his imperial case, and it was not time to be demolished. In this year, the Yellow River broke into the river from Hua County, flooded northeastern Henan and southwest Shandong, and merged into the Si River. Finally, Si and Huai River were captured. Countless fertile land and houses were destroyed by floods, and countless people and animals were killed and injured.

Since the founding of the Kingdom of Dayan, the people who have been suffering from heavy taxes and labor service were unable to bear the exploitation. Ruthlessness and chaos arose in various places, he was forced to suppress it and finally quell the riots and chaos. At this time, bad news came again. The prime minister Gongsun Yang, who had always relied on extremely heavy responsibility, died of illness in other places. Before his death, he submitted a letter of advice to him, saying that because of years of military use, the national treasury was empty, the people were resentful, and the country was full of disasters. He advised the king to govern the water and comfort the people, stop fighting, and return the people to lenient politics.

The former generals and ministers who followed him and conquered the world are now in chaos. They are either killed in battle, retreating, or frightened by his always arbitrary decision and no longer speak out.

Only Gongsun Yang is left by his side, and he is still not afraid of being angry at his experience of being demoted several times, and he still often makes bitter advice.

Now, even the last Gongsun Yang died of illness.

A completely lonely feeling suddenly arises in his heart.

He was finally moved and stopped for three days, and finally wrote a self-destruction of guilt.

However, just when he decided to issue a rehabilitation order, then, a refugee rebellion broke out in Baling again. In just a few months, the number of people reached hundreds of thousands. It is said that the leader of the thief was the green eyes that had been urged by the Later Emperor and forcing him to destroy the Later Emperor for nearly two years.

He was furious, and the evil beast in his heart broke out again. He did not listen to Wei Quan and others' advice, and decided to fight in person. Before going to war, he sacrificed the sky in Huanqiu and vowed to destroy the chaos. After killing Green Eyes, he would not start a war easily.

The emperor's anger was filled with blood. He led the army southward with the thought of revenge and strangled the Baling army.

He won one after another and played triumphant songs.

A few months later, the last battle with the refugees and riots was fought in a remote wilderness called Wangxiang.

According to the legend of the local Baling people, this is where the dead spirits cut off all the bonds in their previous lives and look back at their hometown after death.

The wilderness in Wangxiang became a place for Shura slaughter. The riots were wiped out. His armor was stained with blood, his eyes were red, and his body was sweating. Every pore was shouting with joy. Finally, he was killed and got rid of the guards of his personal guards. When he rode a horse in front, a stream of arrows, like a silent poisonous snake, suddenly tore the air in any direction and shot towards him.

When his eyes were seen, the rushing arrows had already rushed to his throat.

Before he could even react, his throat cooled and he felt the cold hard metal penetrate his soft and unprotected piece of flesh and penetrate it straight.

His body was fixed, and the blood that had just boiled to the extreme also condensed in an instant.

After a while, he clearly felt the indescribable pain of his throat being pierced by metal.

The wind rises, the clouds roll, and the battle flags flew.

The sweaty and bloody BMW under him who had accompanied him for many years seemed to feel an ominous breath, and suddenly neighed uneasyly and threw him off the horse's back.

He leaned back and fell to the ground, as if he saw countless people running towards him, and his ears were filled with panic shouts from his personal guards.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty—"

Gradually, the shaking figures and various noisy sounds gathered around him became blurred.

The last scene that stayed in his blood-filled eyes was a blue sky with white clouds floating above his head.

The sky is as blue as a bright gem, and the clouds are as clean as white shells.

Very beautiful.

Why didn't he notice this before...

He thought vaguely in his heart before struggling and exhaling his last breath from the trachea where the foreign object was inserted.

...

"Master! Madam--"

There seemed to be a sound in my ears.

Wei Shao shouted, covered his throat, and sat up suddenly. He opened his eyes and fell into his eyes with Gongsun Yang's shocked expression.

Wei Shao was sweating profusely, as if he had just been fished out of the water, his heart beating violently and he was almost about to jump out of his throat.

Gongsun Yang was very surprised and hurriedly took a step back and said, "I was shocked just now. I was so shocked by the lord? I forgive my guilt! The warship has already landed, and the lord has not left the cabin for a long time. I dared to board the ship to call the lord. What happened to the lord just now? Could it be a nightmare?"

Wei Shao slowly put down his hand covering his throat, looked around slightly blankly, and found that he was still in the cabin last night.

It was already dawn, as if it was noon the next day. The sun was bright outside the porthole, and the sound of footsteps mixed with commands came from the deck...

A dream of Nan Ke?

Fortunately, a dream!

He suddenly looked at Gongsun Yang, stared at him, motionless.

Wei Shao personally went to the warship to pursue Liu Yan the day before yesterday, and Gongsun Yang waited at the port. Finally, when the warship returned to the port, he heard Lei Yan say that he seemed to be still asleep and was too tired. Gongsun Yang felt a little abnormal and couldn't rest, so he came on the ship to find him. Seeing him awake, he looked strange, and suddenly looked at him strangely again. Even though he had been with him for many years, he felt puzzled at this moment.

Gradually, the hairs on his back stood up when Junhou looked at him. He subconsciously touched his face and laughed dryly: "What does lord think of me like this?"

Wei Shao jumped up from the bed, almost rushed towards him, grabbed his shoulder tightly, and shook it hard.

"Sir, you are not dead yet! That's great!"

Junhou's hands were extremely powerful. When he held Gongsun Yang's shoulders, his bones seemed to be about to crack. He shook them, and he was dizzy. He endured the severe pain and grinned his teeth, "What is this meant by lord?"

Wei Shao was shocked to realize that he was out of control. He quickly let go of his hand, rubbed it, and gave an apology glance at Gongsun Yang, turned around, and quickly pushed open the porthole.

A sea breeze with a salty smell rushes in.

Wei Shao closed his eyes, took a long breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and turned his head and said, "Liu Yan has been killed, I will go to Dongjun to pick up the queen and daughter."

Gongsun Yang suppressed his surprise and said hurriedly: "My lord, stay for now, I have something to say. If the next unification trend has taken shape today, the people must not be without a king. The elderly Wanggong elected from all over the country have also arrived in Luoyang one after another. Please follow the will of heaven to rule the world in order to benefit the people. The people of Luoyang are also cheerful and encouraged. The lord's ascension to the throne should be put on the agenda."
Chapter completed!