Bang

The figure fell to the ground, slid out and hit the threshold, and the box containing the jade seal rolled down to Bai Ning's feet, bent down and picked it up, and handed it to Zhao Hou's hand, "The emperor with blood on his hands is the qualified emperor, Hou'er, let's complete the last step before you ascend the throne."

Bai Ning stretched out his hand, Jin Hu knew it and pulled out his sword and handed it over. The cowardly prince held the hilt of the knife in his hand tremblingly. On the other end of his sight, Wang Zhi knelt on the ground in a mess, kowtowed constantly.

"Your Highness, please spare your life. I had hugged your highness back then." My gray head slammed on the ground, pulling out the red bloodshot. "For the sake of my old slave serving the former emperor for half his life, I will bypass my old slave's life."

"Hou'er!" Bai Ning's eyes were half-squinted and his voice became cold.

The boy who pursed his lips and kept taking deep breaths was difficult to take a step, his arms were trembling constantly, and he looked at the pitiful old eunuch there and couldn't take action.

"Uncle, Hou'er can't do anything, and she doesn't want to kill anyone." Zhao Hou shook her head and her face turned pale. However, the shadows enveloped her, and a cold hand was held on the back of Zhao Hou's trembling hand and stabbed it out.

puff!

The blade penetrated into Wang Zhi's chest. When it was pulled out, blood gushed out like a spring, dripping all over the ground, splashing on Zhao Hou's face, scaring him to the ground with a loose steel knife in his hand. When he jumped, Bai Ning led him over the body with an expressionless face and stepped into the Chugong Hall.

"Hou'er, remember, as a king, you must not have a kind heart." He pressed Zhao Hou on the dragon throne, "The dragon throne under this body is stained with blood, not based on kindness."

The young emperor nodded. Even if he didn't understand very well now, he might one day understand what Bai Ning said today.

"Your Majesty ascended the throne, the nine gates of heaven are opened, five dynasties are coming, and all officials are meeting with you"

Xiao Chenzi was in the hall, and the civil and military officials who had already known the situation outside were already waiting. When they heard the promulgation, they lined up to meet the new emperor and the nine thousand-year-old who seemed abruptly standing in the Golden Palace.

"Long live my emperor"

Facing the congratulations shouted by the civil and military below, Bai Ning turned around and quietly retreated. The rebellion was eliminated, so there was no need for him to stay. Things here changed, and there was no familiar face. Walking in the palace buildings and facing the admiration of everyone, he was so distant. Human beings are good for immortality, and I don’t know what the meaning of living is to live.

Walking back to the brick road of Wushou Palace, Xiao Chenzi and Qin Hui followed behind him at some point.

"Why didn't Huizhi receive the reward in the Golden Palace? Do you have the leisure to look at the bricks and tiles that I once knew here?"

The old man opened his eyes slightly, then remained silent for a moment, shook his head and smiled, "The old minister is old and dying. Even if he is willing, he is powerless. The family has already prepared a thin coffin and is waiting for the old minister to kick his feet. It's just that the Admiral, why did he let His Majesty take charge of the bureau alone? He is still young and prone to making mistakes."

"Hou'er is too weak and immature. If you suffer some losses from the hands of his ministers, you will make progress. It is much better than if you suffer losses from outsiders." Bai Ning smiled and continued to walk. The next moment, he looked at the towering Yanfu Palace, a little dazed, and murmured: "You and I are old, how can you continue to do anything in the future? I have done enough in this life. The Jurchens cut off the barbaric blood and courage, which is no longer afraid. The emperor and his ministers in Xixia are incompetent, and the suffering of the people is a sign of the destruction of the country. Only the eagles on the northern grasslands are still flying. Let him fight for the Zhao family."

In front, the door of Yanfu Palace opened. The moment Bai Ning stepped in, the old voice behind him shouted.

"Super the Lord!"

Bai Ning turned around with his hands behind his back: "Hmm?"

Qin Hui, who was staggering forward, threw away the crutches, and his eyes turned red: "I'm afraid this farewell will never be seen again, so let the old minister worship you again."

"good!"

The figure with his hands behind his back agreed readily. He looked at the old man who was kneeling down with a smile on his lips, then turned around and stopped looking at it, and waved his hand, "Go to the safe place, go with peace of mind."

"Super Lord!!"

Qin Hui shouted again, tears flowing all over his body, and the vague place slowly closed.

After passing through Yanfu Palace, the sky light had already revealed here in the northeast. The apricot trees on the aisle were yellow and covered with thick ground. When the wind came, it was like golden rain. The leaves were floating in the wind. Then it was Wushou Palace. Yelu Hongyu had opened the door of the palace and waited there. She was already an old woman. She had practiced hard skills for many years, but now she was covered with secret injuries. She was weaker than anyone else and could no longer use force.

In previous years, she returned to the Western Liao Dynasty. At that time, her father Yelu Dashi had already died in battle under the iron hooves of Tiemuzhen, and he did not go back later. He heard that there had been razed to the ground. Those who followed Yelu Dashi's western expeditions either died or surrendered, and the meaning of going back was not great.

"Hongyu has no home, whether it is from the north or the west."

"I don't want to get married or get tired of getting married, nor do I want to drag others down, so I ask my master to take it in." This is probably what she said in front of Bai Ning.

"Master is going to the back hall?"

"Um!"

Yelu Hongyu fell silent and walked in front and behind was a vibrant garden. Apricot yellow leaves were floating in the wind, birds were singing on the branches, and in the middle of the flowerbed, a flower bud was guarded by a fence, emitting a strange blue color.

Bai Ning just took a look and left silently.

Back in the cold palace, he sat back next to the ice coffin, never complaining, only this time he finally spoke.

"The flowers have not bloomed yet, but my husband is getting older and afraid that you will not wake up."

"My husband has never regretted it."

In front of the ice coffin, Bai Ning reached out to touch the crystal clear and blurry outline. It was his wife, the only tranquility in his heart. He leaned gently on the side of his face and climbed up in a cold manner.

He said: "If you can't wait, then you won't wait or not. My husband will take you to see this prosperous world. My husband has been guarding all his life, appreciate the majestic mountains and clear and sweet streams here, and then we will leave here completely."

"If you don't speak, you agree."

Outside the palace, there is the sunshine.

Bai Ning returned to Bai Mansion, and everyone inside had moved out of here. The empty yard and the garden was overgrown with weeds. The pavilion on Yuexin Lake also collapsed after a heavy rain, leaving no memories of the past.

Not long after, a carriage quietly drove out of the imperial city, with dozens of followers following him, passing through the endless stream of streets, and walking through a small courtyard where the Lin family had already changed its owner. A family of people were having dinner, chatting, rolling in the carriage, driving out of the city gate, and walking across the hills all the way south.

On the other side of the hills in the distance, two lonely graves are close to each other.

"Lin Chong finally got what he wanted now." Bai Ning withdrew his gaze and lowered the curtain.

The shaft leaves.
Chapter completed!