On that winter day in the ninth year of Kaibao, the bright moon hung high, the starry sky was comfortable, and Zhao Lang went to bed early after enjoying the night view on the Taiqing Pavilion in the back garden.
In the early hours of the morning, the haze was everywhere, hail fell from the sky, and then goose feathers and heavy snow fell.
Seeing that there was a vision in the sky, Zhao Lang urgently summoned King Jin into the palace, saying that there was something important to discuss.
After Zhao Kang entered the inner house, Zhao Langping retired the left and right waiters, and only the two brothers were left in the house.
It didn't take long for the people outside to see the candlelight in the dormitory flickering from a distance, and the King of Jin got up from time to time, as if he was evading and humbling.
Suddenly, I heard Zhao Lang holding a jade axe on the ground, saying something loudly to the King of Jin, and after speaking, he slept with his clothes, and instantly snorted like thunder, and the King of Jin left the palace and returned home.
At the beginning of the morning, there was silence in the palace, and the palace people went in to check, only to find that Zhao Lang had been dead for a long time.
When Empress Song heard this, she was shocked and grief-stricken, and hurriedly ordered the chamberlain to invite the prince Zhao Defang into the palace, but she didn't expect that it was not Zhao Defang who came, but Zhao Kang, the king of Jin.
When Queen Song saw Zhao Kang, she knew that the overall situation had been decided, so she had to change her attitude and plead to Zhao Kang, begging him to take pity on the lives of their mother and son!
Zhao Kang looked sad, 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, he ordered her to move to the East Palace.
In April of the first year of the Dao, Empress Song died, but Taizong did not dress the imperial sister-in-law, nor did he let the ministers mourn, which was completely inconsistent with the etiquette that the Song family should enjoy as the queen of the previous dynasty.
Hanlin bachelor Wang Yuyan spoke for him, but he sat down and slandered and was degraded, and he went out of Chuzhou.
And the Empress Zi Palace of the Song Dynasty moved to the eldest princess of the late Yan Kingdom, and she was neither buried with Taizu, nor was the god in the temple.
In the second year of the Taiping Rejuvenation of the Kingdom, 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 twenty-three.
Because the Zhao brothers died in a short period of time, many people suspected that the cause of death in Germany was not pure, but related to Emperor Taizong.
The snow swirled and pounced on Yan Niang, as if to bury her.
The cold moon seemed to be shattered by the roaring wind, and retreated timidly to the horizon.
Yan Niang looked at the figure on the road that was getting closer and closer, two fluorescent points flashed in her eyes, and her body was faintly covered with a layer of cyan, she raised her head, clenched her hand into a fist, and said solemnly, "Although he didn't agree to your dirty deal, he still trusts you very much in his heart, but you use his trust in you as a weapon to kill." ” Lao Dao smiled faintly, "On the way from Luoyang to Bianliang, he had a premonition that his life would be short, and he even said disheartening words such as 'this life will not return'.
However, although he is the Ninety-Five, he is also obsessed with life and death, so when he meets me by chance, he can't help but ask about Yangshou.
I told him that on the third day of the first month, if the weather is fine, it will continue for another 12 years.
If not, it's hard to say.
So that night, when he saw the heavy snowfall, he couldn't help but feel panicked in his heart, and urgently summoned the king of Jin to the palace to discuss.
But he didn't know that this was planned in advance by me and the King of Jin, and after he returned from Luoyang, the King of Jin had been respectful and cautious, so that he could let down his guard, and I designed that 'chance encounter' to allow our plan to seek power smoothly.
Of course, Cheng Dexuan was also an indispensable pawn in this plan, and he ambushed in the palace early and dissolved that thing into his wine cup. ” At this point, he smiled and said loudly, "What else do you not know, after King Jin ascended the throne, he found a few literati to write this prophecy into the book, and used this to calm the rumors that the people have been raised, what killed brothers and nephews, what mistreated the imperial sister-in-law, although these rumors are true, not the slightest false." ” He rolled up a pair of eyes, looked at Yan Niang through the flying snowflakes, and said with a smile, "Lin Jingyin, his family is dead, but where were you when they were desperate and struggling?"
” This sentence was like a soft needle, piercing into Yan Niang's ear, there was no pain when she first entered, but it went deep inch by inch, stabbing her five internal organs and eight meridians and eight veins, scarred and bleeding.
She breathed hard, but couldn't breathe in a breath, and for the first time she felt the skin covering her body be so heavy that she couldn't breathe anymore and couldn't take a step forward.
She was like a statue, silent in the heavy snow, and after a long time, she finally could not support it, and fell to the ground with a bang, falling into the snow.
Lao Dao held the iron ruler in his hand, and walked towards her step by step, and when he came to a place only a few feet away, he stood still, and looked coldly at the human-shaped pit mark on the snow.
A corner of pale blue clothing was revealed in the pit, soaked with snow and a thin layer of ice forming on it.
Lao Dao laughed viciously, suddenly raised the iron ruler in his hand, and smashed down on the snow pit with all his might.
Everywhere the iron ruler went, snowflakes flew, splashing several zhang high, mixed with 10,000 points of sparks, gathering into a hazy snow mist in the air, and then rolling and falling.
Without the snow cover, everything was revealed, but in the snow pit there was only this corner of the shirt, and the corner of the shirt had been pinned into a few pieces of rags.
When the wind blew, the broken cloth floated up, like a broken butterfly.
Lao Dao knew that he had been tricked, and he was shocked, and hurriedly turned back, but as soon as he turned around, he suddenly felt a flash of silver light in front of him, and one of the "rags" rushed straight towards the door in front of him, like a strange hand with teeth and claws.
Holding the ruler in his right hand, it was too late to reach over, he could only hold the blackened left hand in front of his face to resist the attack of the "rag".
He could see that the cloth was covered with silver glittering swastikas, each word spinning rapidly, "sizzling", emitting beams of silver light outward, making his eyes so flashing that he couldn't open them.
With a "poof", the silver cloth wrapped around his palm, wrapping the dry hand layer by layer, and the tighter and tighter it became.
His hand seemed to have been frozen into a thick piece of ice, painful at first, then numb and heavy as a hammer.
He could even feel his blood condensing into ice little by little, and those ice crystals swam along his every vein, and soon spread throughout his body, freezing every inch of his flesh and blood.
"Demon Dao, do you think you can defeat me with these few words?"
Yan Niang's voice came from behind her, her head was covered with snow, and she silently stood up from the snowdrift not far away, and slowly soared into the air, "Back then, I was ordered by the emperor to go on a northern expedition, and I was trapped halfway by you with witchcraft, and I couldn't get out, and I didn't even see him for the last time."
I repented, hated, and lived in purgatory every day, even going against the mandate of heaven to find his soul.
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However, when I found that everything was no longer able to return to heaven, the queen and the prince had died in depression and unwillingness.
Their death seems to have killed me again, but it also reminds me that I must never be depressed again, and that I will avenge them by sacrificing your blood.