"Childe, is this the palace?"
Xiang'er, Liu Dali stared at the mansion in front of him that occupied most of the street with a shocked face.
There are countless large mansions in Dongcheng, and there are countless luxurious mansions, but the most majestic and shocking is the Zhenshi Palace.
"That's right, this is my home in the capital, and it will be your home in the future."
Ling Yan looked up at the most luxurious mansion in the capital except for the imperial palace, and felt an infinite sense of intimacy in his heart.
He had been in the house for fifteen years, had been away for three years, and had finally returned again.
At this moment, it is dusk, the sunset hits the dark eaves of the Zhenshi Palace, and the swallow sculpture on the roof seems to spread its wings and fly away at dusk.
However, the most shocking thing in the palace is the two giant stone lions three feet high in front of the vermilion gate.
The stone lion is vivid, as if it is a real lion turned into a stone, from the bottom up, you can only see the lower jaw of the stone lion, the mane, the mane cast by the stone bar sparkling in the setting sun, but also reveal the extreme majesty.
The eagles flying in the sky did not dare to approach, and the people on the earth could only look up.
The plaque of the Zhenshi Wangfu is written in gold on a black background, and the big characters on it are written by the current saint himself, showing glory.
It's a pity that today's palace has not attracted much attention from others except for the two stone lions that are the first in Taisho and the second largest mansion in the capital.
Ten years ago, Ling Yuanshan, the first king of the Taizheng Kingdom, set out from here, led 300 family guards, resisted the rebels with 10,000 horses, and blocked them outside the palace.
And the price was that the rebels went crazy and slaughtered everyone in the palace, and finally Ling Yuanshan fought hard and died in the Jinghua Gate of the palace, and when he died, the corpses of the rebels were piled up in front of him, and one person slaughtered a thousand people.
After Ling Yuanshan's death, the Zhenshi Wangfu was completely quiet, there were still green fallen leaves on the street in front of the door, and no one came on the street, let alone went out.
With that day, the glory of the Zhenshi Wangfu was all dispersed that night, and the most popular mansion in the past was now full of people and was in a depression.
"Childe, let's go in."
Liu Dali respectfully invited Ling Yan into the mansion, Xiang'er followed, but Ling Yan smiled.
"Whoever dares to step into the mansion guarded by the stone lion so casually for half a step is death."
Saying this, Ling Yan's face showed pride, proud of his father, the majestic man named Ling Yuanshan.
He left too many shocks in this world until he died, too many forces that were enough to shock everything.
"Click,......"
Ling Yan didn't enter the mansion, he walked to the base of the stone lion, stretched out his right hand and tapped the stone of the base, and a rhythm with frequency sounded in the silence.
"Welcome back!"
In the silence, four black shadows jumped down from the stone lion, four people who seemed to have suddenly broken into the world from hell.
As soon as these four people appeared, a murderous aura instantly filled the scene, Liu Dali's face was shocked, and the murderous aura in the field was too strong, which made him, an old Jianghu who had experienced countless killings, feel breathless.
What's even more terrifying is that the four people in front of them are breathing synchronously, their bodies are synchronized, and if they stand in one, they will be like one person.
Liu Dali had a feeling that if the four people in front of him wanted to kill him, it would definitely not take three minutes, even if he was second-rate and medium-rate, even if the four of them were just second-rate and inferior.
"This king, I'm back."
For the murderous aura of these four people, Ling Yan felt familiar, and this feeling was indeed too familiar.
Ling Yan had been with this murderous aura since he was three years old, so he was extremely close to this murderous aura.
"Go back, warriors, and prepare for the return of the glory of King Zhenshi."
At this moment, Ling Yan's words were so majestic, very different from his previous image, Liu Dali looked at his son-in-law, his eyes were full of doubts.
The dark shadow disappeared, "Don't be shocked, I'm your son, and every moment I'm the real me."
Ling Yan said to the frightened two, with some helplessness in his mouth.
Ling Yan had been hidden for ten years, he had been hiding since Ling Yuanshan died, and he had to hide.
So Ling Yan became the fourth son of the capital, so no one knew the hidden side of Ling Yan: cruel, lonely, and cold-blooded.
"Lord Wang, those people just now were killing the camp?"
Liu Dali couldn't help but think of a legend, a legend about the three supreme forces of the Taizheng Kingdom.
"That's right, they are the ones who killed the camp, and they are the pride of my father, and they will be my pride in the future."
Ling Yan straightened his chest and said to the sky.
Affirming Ling Yan's affirmation, Liu Dali took a hard breath of cold air.
The Taisho Kingdom was founded a hundred years ago, at a time when kings were vying for hegemony and there were countless kingdoms.
The most chaotic in the world, the least valuable human life is the best interpretation of that era, the Taisho Kingdom was built for 70 years, and the kingdoms fought for 70 years.
In the seventieth year, His Majesty the current emperor is still a fifteen-year-old crown prince, the crown prince and the first king of Zhenshi, the chief of the Heavenly Division, swept through all countries, swept hundreds of countries in twenty years, and killed tens of millions of enemies.
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The Taisho Kingdom was able to end the seventy-year strife on the mainland in just twenty years, thanks to His Majesty the Emperor, who ascended the throne in the 80th year of Taisho, the Grand Director of the Heavenly Division, and Ling Yuanshan, the King of Zhenshi.
Three people, formed the three most powerful underground forces of Taisho Kingdom.
The golden silk clothes under the emperor's command, the ghost face camp of the Prison Heaven Division, and the killing camp of the Zhenshi King, the three forces dispersed the world, assassinated, poisoned, and killed the monarchs of the vassal states head-on.
Three extreme terrifying forces shocked the world, and the unequaled iron cavalry of the Taisho Kingdom conquered one land after another, and the territory of the Taizheng Kingdom changed from nothing to now has hundreds of millions of people.
If it weren't for Ling Yuanshan's death in the rebellion, the Taizheng Kingdom would have swept away the only ten remaining candidate countries and small countries in the world.
After Ling Yuanshan's death, the Killing Battalion was disbanded, the golden clothes were hidden, and the only Ghost Face Battalion became the fangs of the supervising officials.
"Click!"
The door of the Zhenshi Wangfu, which had been sealed for three years, was opened again, and it will never be closed in the future, and a person walked out of the door, an old man in a gray cloth robe.
This old man in a cloth shirt is actually not old, but he has gray hair, the corners of his eyes are full of wrinkles, his lips are as thin as iron, his steps are trembling, and there is an invincible momentum in his easy-going momentum.
"Teacher, I'm back."
Ling Yan saluted at this cloth-clothed old man, this was his teacher, his father's most loyal advisor, and a first-class martial arts master, as well as the camp master of the Killing Camp, his name was Ling Ji.
"It's good to be back," Ling Ji looked at this child who had grown up under his watch, he had experienced countless wars, and he also felt cordial about the cruelty.
"Xiang'er, Dali, I've seen my teacher soon."
Xiang'er, Liu Dali saluted to Ling Ji, Ling Ji looked at the two of them with a smile, as the camp master of the killing camp, how could he not see through the thoughts of the two people in front of him for his own prince.
"Go home.
When you go home, your home will not be deserted.
Ling Ji muttered, he was really old, and he didn't know when he would follow Ling Yuanshan.