The Queen Mother, dressed in plain clothes without any gorgeous jewelry, staggered over and hugged Emperor Yan's body, with tears streaming down her face.

But Emperor Yan never heard her voice until his death.

The candle lit in the study went out with a snap. No matter how hard it struggled, it could not emit light.

Xie Xun's eyebrows were serious and he didn't bother. He walked out of the imperial study and gently closed the door.

It's raining.

The first rain of autumn.

Like a grand funeral.

In this huge palace, generations of people changed, how many heroes were imprisoned, and how many people's half-life prospects were ruined?

All the soldiers kept their swords close to their bodies and stood erect. Looking at them from a distance, they looked so solemn and solemn, which was shocking.

Liang Xiuyun smiled slightly: "Huaijing."

In the autumn of the 137th year of the Northern Yan Dynasty, Emperor Yan died of being forced into the palace.

His life is legendary and controversial. He was lonely and incompetent when he was young and was not taken seriously. He was dependent on his mother and sister.

Later, he became famous in the battle for the title of the Thirteenth Son, and after ascending the throne, he was named Emperor Yan Ding!

He once fought against the Xiongnu and conquered all directions, expanded his territory and appointed talented people! He was wise and powerful and loved by the people!

Lamenting that in his later years, he was suspicious and incompetent, he harmed the loyal and good, and ultimately led to his own destruction.

Before the death of Emperor Yan Ding, he left a posthumous edict and conferred the title of Crown Prince on the seventh prince.

In the autumn of the 137th year of Northern Yan, the seventh prince ascended the throne and was titled Emperor Wen of Yan!

It was shocking for a while, the princes had evil intentions.

Xu Beihou overcame everyone's objections, and General Pei's Mansion provided full support, and many aristocratic families surrendered!

After Emperor Yan Wen ascended the throne, he convinced the world with his thunderous methods!

He works diligently and loves the people, humbly accepts advice, reduces taxes, practices strict economy, selects people skillfully, employs people wisely, has the world in mind, and yet does not lose the ruthlessness of an emperor!

Respected by the courtiers and loved by the people.

In the same year, Nanliang invaded with overwhelming force. Beiyan had just experienced a catastrophe. It had suppressed the civil strife and reshuffled its cards. Under the offensive of Nanliang, it was in danger.

Emperor Wen of Yan issued an order to order Xu Beihou to lead 200,000 elite troops to the frontier!

"It's a long trip, I'm pregnant with the capital, take care." Liang Xiuyun is dressed in a dragon robe, his eyebrows are like Buddhist scriptures, and he exudes the calm and majestic power of an emperor.

"If my wife comes back one day, please take good care of her."

Xie Xun was dressed in black clothes, with a thin figure, and said solemnly.

Since the day he fell into the river, Liang Xiuyun has never seen him wearing his favorite red.

Everyone knows that Xu Beihou lost his wife.

But Xie Xun did not hold a funeral or offer condolences. He closed his eyes and covered his ears, insisting that his wife was just missing.

"Don't worry, I will do my best to help you find her." Liang Xiuyun patted his shoulder and said with a smile, "Also, don't call me Your Majesty!"

"It's okay for others to abide by the rules. Xie Huaijing, don't be so formal and panic."

"It's rare to call me like this, but you're not happy about it." Xie Xun sneered lightly, his voice was light and ruthless, and his voice was still hoarse. It had been like this since the day he fell into the river.

Watching Xie Xun leave, Liang Xiuyun looked away, his eyes filled with a thickening that could not be resolved. Thinking of the people still waiting for him, his smile grew a little thicker. He sighed.

The next second, his movements froze and he looked at the figure in the distance in disbelief!

The man was standing under the glazed tiles in the palace. He was dressed in slender green clothes and had pretty features. There was nothing noteworthy in Chang'an, a city where beauties abound.

His temperament is calm, as if an orchid was born in an empty valley, with a tenacity and calmness that does not belong to this age, which attracts people to explore in subtle ways.

At this moment, dark eyes are looking in the direction of Liang Xiuyun!

Teaching people is like falling into an ice cave.

Liang Xiuyun looked at his dragon robe, and his calm thoughts were rarely confused for two seconds. A deceptive and gentle smile quickly appeared on his handsome face, and he strode forward: "Aqiu, why are you here?

?"

"...Your Majesty?"

Cha Qiu looked at him blankly, seeing his usual smile and his gentle expression.

Look at him, he’s wearing a dragon robe!

The voice that came out of my mouth was broken and difficult.

He told her that he was just a low-class businessman.

He told her that he wanted to marry her.

"Aqiu, listen to me." Liang Xiuyun's eyes darkened, and he was feeling panic that he was not even aware of.

Wearing the dragon robe, Liang Xiuyun was caught off guard.

He didn't expect to see Cha Qiu in the palace.

I originally planned to wait until she stabilized and then find an opportunity to inform her and welcome her into the palace...

"You lied to me!" Cha Qiu slowly took a step back. His eyes were burned by the bright yellow. He stepped on a dead branch and made a snapping sound. His face was pale, and his heart was filled with sadness and anger. In the end, it turned into a strange chill.

——"My surname is Zhou, and my given name is Heyu. I am Zhou Qiu's distant cousin, and I came to congratulate him today."

On the day we first met, his gentle and humble words echoed in my ears.

Until today, when she followed Yang Zhihua into the palace, she was still full of joy, thinking that she had met her beloved!

What a joke!

"Aqiu, this is not what you think. I originally——"

Under Liang Xiuyun's stunned gaze, the girl knelt on the ground.

"My servant comes to see Your Majesty. Long live Your Majesty!" she said. "I didn't know His Majesty's identity before. I offended you so much. Please forgive me."

Liang Xiuyun's smile froze as he watched her kneeling at his feet with a distant and respectful gesture.

He thought about many kinds of Cha Qiu's reaction after knowing the truth, maybe he would lose his temper, maybe he would be sad, it was because he was ashamed of her, he could coax her, but he didn't expect this.

A heart sinks into the abyss.

…

It’s September 16th in early autumn, the sun is just right and a bit dazzling, just before leaving Beijing.

Many people came to see him off, some of them were elders or good friends. They were young and wanton, and it was not an exaggeration to make friends with half of the city of Chang'an and be admired by all the stars.

Xie Xun was originally the most accustomed to this, but now he feels like a piece of his heart is empty, being pinched out by someone, and he is at a loss as to what to do.

"Xie Xun, you have to come back alive and well, we are waiting for your celebration banquet!"

"That's right, we must get Xie Xun drunk and make him crazy!"

"Love you."

"...Shao Zhengye, don't be disgusting! I still love you."

Everyone's voices gathered together, and Xie Xun stood in front of the war horse and said casually: "Don't worry, I will teach Nan Liang how to be a grandson, and I will come back to teach you."

Xie Quyan's eyebrows pounded: "Brother, let's be humble and be careful not to get beaten."

"Am I afraid?" Xie Xun sneered.

Other friends: "..."

Forbearance.

For the sake of Xie Xun’s expedition, we can’t care about it!!

Come back and beat him to death!!!

Liu Zhu wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and no matter how much resentment she had in her heart, she dissipated at this moment: "Brother Xun, go home early."

When Xie Zida died on the battlefield, she was extremely frightened.

After the man fell into the river, Xie Xun said nothing verbally, but how could the mother not feel it?

She even regretted why she had to argue with Meng Tangan in the first place.

I thought it was Meng Tangan who was clinging to the powerful, but I never thought that the one person I could not live without from the beginning to the end was Xie Xun!

He hummed.

"Xie Xun!"

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This dimension is coming to an end, and my Tang is expected to make a brilliant debut. I will write about the next dimension... Professor Antique also has spring and becomes rebellious (?)

If I don’t cry sweetly, you will count me as the loser???????
Chapter completed!