The bad emperor of Tang Dynasty

Just as the ministers were crying, the Eighth King completed the will of the crown prince handover, and he was relieved.

It is said that among the many sons of Neilih, his personality is the most similar to him. Although the youngest is 17 years old, he looks old-fashioned, especially during the siege of the Tuyuhun enemy. Unusually calm and orderly, compared to the embarrassment of the other princes crying for their father and mother, the Eighth Emperor felt very relieved.

The Tuyuhun enemy troops stationed tents in the Gobi desert outside the city of Niya. Standing on the balcony of the imperial palace and looking at them, they were densely packed. It was stressful to watch, as if they were ready for a protracted war.

On the 13th day of the siege, the well water was almost exhausted. This is undoubtedly very bad news. If the water is cut off for at most three days, there will inevitably be internal strife and chaos in the city. At that time, the capital of Niya can be easily captured outside the city.

The Eighth King and his body, which had recovered from a slight recuperation, became worse again. He woke up coughing up blood for three consecutive nights. However, except for the eldest prince Neilih, he did not inform other ministers for fear of causing uneasy commotion.

The subordinates reported that a well in the city that had not yet dried up caused a riot in the middle of the night. The soldiers stationed by the well fought with the people who forcibly competed for the water source. Forced to suppress, after killing more than a dozen people who took the water, the more than 300 people in that block dispersed back to their houses.

Aware of this first riot, VIII was overwhelmed with anxiety. If there were no reinforcements from the Western Turks outside the city these days, the hundreds of thousands of Niya who were besieged and lacked water The surname must first overthrow the Niya Palace, and everyone will die together.

After the death of King VII, Niaz was promoted from a prince to one of the more than [-] ordinary princes. He lived in a remote courtyard of the palace. He did not have a civil title, except for a few available servants in the yard, and Nelitz, who had a princely title, could only stay behind closed doors all day, sighing alone against the empty wall.

It is said that the future Ninth Prince Niaz of the Niya Kingdom, because of the siege of the Tuyuhun army, the people in the city of Niya were panicked. Even the two old servants and a nurse who served Niaz were unwilling to serve him. After running away, only Prince Niaz and his eleven or twelve-year-old daughter Reheman were left in the yard.

Reheman was very sensible and lively when she was young. Prince Niaz saw that her daughter had a talent for dancing when she was very young. He almost played an unknown exotic tune at random, and the younger daughter could keep up with the beat. Dancing in place, the perfect fusion of graceful dance and music.

In the city, she hired female dancing musicians from Wang Tingzhou located in Tajik and Uzbekistan in the Middle East, and spent a lot of money. Under the guidance of famous teachers, Reheman's dancing became more and more exquisite.

However, the Prince sighed for this innocent and romantic little girl. Her mother died of a serious illness when she was young. Now the siege of the city is imminent, and outside the city there are Tuyuhun enemy troops stalking the city. Being bullied by the enemy, he wanted to rob another country as a female slave. His brother VIII was dying on the sickbed, and he was still unable to protect the royal family, let alone an ordinary prince.

Thinking of the fate of the country and the family in the future, Niaz felt very helpless. From the limited supply of water in the past few days, it can be seen that the well water in the city could not be supplied. The identity of the person can still get half a copper basin of water every day, but starting from twelve days, there is only one pottery wrist of water.

I heard that brother Wang ordered the massacre of more than 2000 civilians yesterday. Niaz felt very heavy after hearing this. These are innocent compatriots who have been thirsty. Apart from the damn status, the difference between nobles and civilians is that they are also human. Niaz lamented that the crime of massacring the king's brother is too heavy, but what can he do if he doesn't kill him? Niaz thinks that his brother VIII is the most courageous, courageous and ambitious person among many brothers. Well, maybe God didn't give Brother Wang a little bit of luck. Otherwise, with his ability, he would definitely be able to lead his Niya country to become the overlord of the Western Regions among the powerful countries.

"What about me, now that my father, who passed away three years ago, handed over the throne to me, a soft-hearted and hesitant Niaz, I guess the Kingdom of Niya has long been conquered and perished by the surrounding powers."

Niaz looked up at the starry sky and muttered to himself, after going through an intermittent siege during the day, the Tuyuhun enemy army knew that the Niya people in the city were in danger of water shortage, so their offensive is not very strong these days, probably It is to drag down the Niya people and achieve the goal of self-defeating. Prince Niaz sees it very clearly.

"Father, let my daughter do a dance for you. Teacher Yima taught you a dance last month, and you are very proficient now,"

In the yard, the little girl whose head was only as high as Niaz's shoulders, the inexperienced daughter, hopped up to her worried father.

"Hehe, Reheman's dance is my father's favorite. Come on, let's dance one," Niaz said with a look of worry on his face, and he let his little daughter dance with a smile.

The tune sung softly by her daughter sounded in the courtyard, accompanied by dancing, Niaz temporarily forgot the haze of the enemy soldiers outside the city.

On the 5th, the water was cut off for four days. A daytime riot in the city made the garrison exhausted, and they were busy suppressing it, making them burnt out. For the little water left in dozens of wells, more than ten riots a day are really choking. Even King VIII hadn't washed his face once in four days. The water was really in short supply, and most of it was supplied to the more than [-] troops defending the city.

"Ahem, it seems... In two days, the soldiers in the army will have no water to drink." On the sickbed, VIII kept coughing up blood, and his lung injury, which was pierced by a bow and arrow, did not improve at all. On the contrary, it got worse and worse. Even the doctors lamented the king's tenacious vitality, but they couldn't do anything about it.

In fact, how do the doctors know that VIII is not a tenacious vitality, he is also a mortal, with a hole in his lungs, and every time he breathes, he sounds like a broken old bellows, the pain is very painful, it is all supported by extraordinary perseverance with.

When a servant was leaning over to serve the king, the weak VIII coughed up blood and vomited in the copper basin. Suddenly, he overturned the copper basin with force, and fell to the ground with a bang. God, there was still no sign of reinforcements, he was completely impatient.

"Haven't it arrived yet? Why hasn't the Western Turkic reinforcements arrived yet? Fifteen days have passed..."

The few ministers standing in front of the bed were all trembling, not daring to show their air.

"Hurry up, hurry up, Your Majesty, don't get angry, just wait another day," a civilian minister of finance stood up and comforted,