Time flies, spring goes by and autumn comes.

The dead leaves withered and fell down on the branches. In the ten years of Hanning in the Wu Dynasty, the national strength rose, Taiyuan and Datong had been rebuilt, and the people who migrated from the Central Plains were increasingly prosperous. They would choose to sell goods here in the middle of the trade from north to south, and then sell them north to the grassland or the Jin Kingdom.

Datong Prefecture has been completely renewed at this time. Compared with forty years ago, it is already an important town that integrates merchants and soldiers. Since Liang Yuanchui, Guan Sheng and others passed away one after another, Yue Fei established the prefecture here and was the Marshal of the North of Wuchao Town. During the forty years, he has continuously sent troops to harass the border and often had friction with the Jin Kingdom. Marshal Wanyan Wushu of the Jin Kingdom fought dozens of battles with him, and each had its own victory or defeat.

For this matter, Qin Hui, who was so old that he could not move around, often stood at his doorstep and shouted at the north side that he was not polite to the soldiers, and was good at raising soldiers, and was experiencing money and food. Countless impeachment memorials flew into the hands of Emperor Zhao Yi like snowflakes, all worried that he would be respectful and gentle, but the inside was strong. At first, the emperor just smiled and didn't care. Later, he secretly warned the Marshal of Zhenbei in the north to restrain his edge.

Although there are constant external controversy, the country has been in a steady development trend. Even though Zhao Yi was a little dissatisfied with him, Dongchang also had evidence of Yue Fei's crime of overcoming the power, but he turned a blind eye to it.

To the northwest, Hu Yanzhuo, who was guarding a difficult place, was twenty years ago. When Xixia knocked on the gate, he met Tieyaki and almost rushed to Xingqing Prefecture. Later, he died of overwork in the battle formation because he was old and had to carry him back to Bianliang. His son Hu Yanyu inherited the commander.

In the eleventh year of Hanning, Zhao Yi was seriously ill. The prince Zhao Hou was studying and handling political affairs. He was fifteen years old. Wang Zhi of the East Factory was in power and carried out a prison sentence. He was not optimistic about this honest and pure prince. Instead, Zhao Qian, the young King of Jin, had the intention to support him. However, the other thousands of households in the East Factory, such as Feng Bao, Liu Jin and others, had their own plans, so that he did not dare to act rashly.

No one dares to think about the throne that has always been hanging in the air. When Xixia entered the border, the war was incomplete. The nine thousand-year-old man who had never appeared for many years came out to take charge of the overall situation and disappeared in the deep palace again. This made Wang Zhi, who had originally had fantasies, dare not step further.

Many people can't see clearly about this Wu Dynasty's Nine Thousand Years.

When they had supreme power, they retreated bravely and returned to the royal family. However, Qin Hui and others understood that if they did not change their politics, they would probably not even have any bones left after a hundred years.

As for whether Bai Ning's thoughts would be the same as in their hearts, only he himself knew the best.

Then this autumn, the leaves turned yellow.

The mountains are like gathering, and the old mountain village is vast and golden.

The old man sat on the bench and watched the leaves float down, rolled into the wind, and blew out a long way. Occasionally, people passing by greeted him, laughed in a panic, and the yellow and black wrinkles gathered together.

A child was joking at the foot of the mountain, and several small figures ran to him and raised their faces and laughed: "Taigong...Taigong, what story should we tell today? Let's talk about it first. We don't want to hear the story of the Eagle Hero's help to help the weak."

"Taigong, please continue the story of the day before yesterday... I want to hear the story of Admiral Nine Thousand Years Bai." One of the older children squatted on the old man's knee and begged.

"You guys... don't listen to the stories of the heroes anymore, but you like to listen to some weird stories in Guli..." The old man touched his ghostly head in a doting way and said with a smile: "Where do you start? I'm so old, I have a poor memory. I can't remember where I said the day before yesterday."

The other children thought hard and thought about it. A girl who looked only six or seven years old and had small braids clapped her hands and said, "I remember, Taigong talked about the Nine Thousand Years Fight against the Lord of Zhanhan Wolf."

"Ghostly..."

The old man smiled and began to tell them the story. After an hour, the old man couldn't help but feel sleepy. As he was talking, he started to doze on the stool in a drowsy way. Several children covered their mouths and laughed at the white-bearded old man who was dozing, and then left quietly.

Ga

The crow stood on the branch and cried, awakening the old man. When he opened his eyes, it was already dusk. The red clouds were floating in the west, reflecting the shadows of the old tree turning red.

The old man slowly got up from under the eaves and pushed open the door behind the room, walked into the room staggeringly, took out two sticks of incense sticks on the incense table and lit them into the incense burner, folded his hands together, bent forward with a hunched waist.

In front of him, on the incense platform, there are two spiritual thrones, one of which is relatively new.

"Brother...you're not worth living. Look at the lynx. You have given birth to a lot of children at home, and you have enjoyed blessings. Finally, you kicked your feet and left me with a lot of trouble. I was so tired that I burst into tears. I still have to serve you two sticks of incense every morning and evening."

The old man might be tired of standing, walked to the door tremblingly, sat on the threshold, and looked casually at the burning sky outside getting darker, as if he was angrily saying to someone: "It's getting dark, I'll make a fortune if I live one more day. How good is this world? You two are not lucky. The village is the same every day. My fifth grandson also came out, and there is one more bastard than the lynx. Hehe, brother, are you envious? I'll just continue one for you, and I'll piss you to death..."

"But... I'm coming down to accompany you too. I can't walk or eat anymore. It seems that I'm dying."

He said with a smile.

The last bit of sunset burns the clouds in the sky like a fire.

The sky was shining thousands of miles away. On this night, in the palace where the candles were burning, and in the dragon couch and curtains, a seriously ill figure issued a will.

Emperor Zhao Yi, who accidentally suffered from illness half a year ago, suddenly coughed up bleeding that morning. At night, his condition took a sharp turn for the worse and he knew that his deadline had arrived.

He ascended the throne at the age of one, and first took over the imperial power at the age of seventeen. He was taught by his uncle and mother and was conscientious in the world. Although the criminal law was too strict, the people lived a peaceful and stable life. Looking at this increasingly powerful country, he still had many ambitions to show. He also wanted to shed the horses and see the scenery there, and drive north to see the once proud Jurchens.

But his body...has come to an end.

The night wind blew under the eaves, the shadow of the soldier outside was cut on the paper window, and the flying insects were buzzing around the quiet candle. After Zhao Yi wrote a few lines, he was already sweating and extremely weak.

"That's all... the country doesn't need to fight. The next monarch should be a kind and kind person. Hou'er is the best choice. Use my seal to stamp it."

However, from the black shadow, the black shadow that walked out of the servant snatched the imperial edict and looked at it casually. The candlelight reflected the man's joke, and his ferocious expression said: "Our Majesty, you really let that stupid prince ascend the throne. Isn't this not giving Wang Zhi a way out?"

On the dragon couch, Zhao Yi, who was raising his body, saw the person coming clearly and pointed over tremblingly: "What do you...you...what do you want to do..."

"What are you doing? Of course, your Majesty has rewritten it." Wang Zhi smiled and had an old face, and some powder fell off. Then he stuffed the imperial pen over, and his face suddenly became harsh: "Rewrite it for our family quickly."

The trembling hand threw the brush on the eunuch's face and covered it with a large ink stain.

"I... write about your mother..."

The emperor, who was cursing for a while, struggled for a while, vomited blood in anger, fell on the bedding. Standing in front of the couch, holding the sealed close servant, looking at the frosty old eunuch with a frosty face.

"What should I do the rest of Qianhu...?"

Wang Zhi took out the white silk and wiped the ink stains on his face, glanced at the dead emperor, and in the candlelight, he briefly explained: "The emperor passed away, and the prince was suspected of treason, so he asked General Jinhu to lead people to capture him."

"yes!"

The voice of the closest servant said, and soon after, a huge chaos appeared in the palace, and the light held by the imperial guards and the guards in the palace spread.
Chapter completed!