Lonely king and the widowed woman

Xinglong mountain.

The full moon hangs on the top of the mountain, as bright as silver.

In the middle of May, it was the hot summer season. The summer grass was chirping in the grass. A small courtyard behind the mountain was quiet amid the sound of insects.

The female family members of the Mohist family live here. Male disciples are not allowed to enter the inner courtyard. Therefore, when a slim figure lifted the dark blue gauze curtain, slowly opened the door and came out, he hardly met anyone.

She looked around vigilantly, carrying a bamboo basket covered with gauze, walked out of the yard lightly and went straight to Qianlian hole.

Along the way, except for the rustle of the wind in the woods, the whole Xinglong Mountain was sleeping, quiet as if there was no one.

She avoided several patrolling disciples and approached Qianlian cave silently.

Standing behind a big tree, she was silent for a long time.

Outside the entrance of Qianlian cave, there is a row of duty rooms for patrol.

It was late at night, the duty room was still brightly lit, and several disciples on duty were whispering inside.

She watched from a distance for a moment, slowly walked out from behind the big tree, put the bamboo basket around her arm, and walked slowly to the duty room. Her face across a layer of gauze curtain was too vague to see her emotion, but when she approached the disciples on duty, her voice was smiling.

"Brother guard, you've worked hard."

"Miss Fang?" the guards naturally recognized her, Juzi's sister.

But the girl seldom appears. What are you doing in Qianlian cave in the middle of the night?

A guard asked strangely, "it's so late. Why did Miss Fang come here?"

Fang Ji ran smiled, sighed and lifted the gauze of the bamboo basket. "My sister went to Mobei and didn't come back for a long time. I was worried and couldn't sleep. I just cooked some sugar water for supper..." here, she stroked her hair gently. The gauze on her face swung and swung. With her exquisite posture, it was very eye-catching, "No, I haven't been cooking for a long time. I'm rusty. I accidentally cooked more. I can't eat it alone. It's a pity to pour it out. Thinking of the hard work of several eldest brothers, I brought it here. Won't I bother you?"

"Where, where."

"No, No. hey, hey."

Without hitting the smiling face, several guards laughed awkwardly.

Fang Jiran smiled and handed the bamboo basket up. "Don't dislike me, elder brothers? Come on, try my craft..."

In the middle of the night, several disciples on duty were empty. Juzi's sister personally sent them a snack. How can they not accept it?!

Several people smiled and thanked, took the bowl brought by Fang Jiran, straightened the duty room and ate——

Fang Jiran stood in place, looking at them quietly, with a smile on his face

Until "bang", the bowl fell to the ground and broke, she gently breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed.

"How do you taste, brothers? Is it delicious?"

Several disciples were stiff and stared at her with astonishment. Their unbelievable eyes were full of doubts, but they didn't say a word until their bodies slowly fell to the ground.

Fang Jiran squatted down and calmly picked up the fragments of the bowl.

"It's said that if you take this medicine, there will be no pain. I don't know whether it is...?!"

"HMM... HMM..." a disciple who was not angry, his lips spilled blood, but he couldn't make a complete voice.

Seeing this, Fang Ji ran smiled, looked at him and said, "is there pain? Unfortunately, you can't shout it out. Go safely. Reincarnate in the next life, don't be a Mohist, don't follow Mo Jiu to do evil and harm the common people..."

She talked to herself and was quiet all around.

As she said, those people struggled to die, but they couldn't say a complete word when they were dying.

Fang Ji ran sighed, quietly cleaned up the scene, took a look at the Qianlian cave at night, and walked slowly in.

There was no one in the cave.

Because there are firearms stored inside, for the sake of safety, the disciples are not allowed to stay inside without reason except for work and inspection. Even if they patrol at night, they can only stay outside the cave. Therefore, entering Qianlian cave is safe and no one will disturb her.

Fang Ji ran snorted coldly and went straight inside without saying a word.

The cave was chilly and cold.

She walked for a long time before she stopped.

This is the most hidden hole in Qianlian cave.

Seriously speaking, it is at the bottom of Qianlian cave. It needs to open a mechanism from the bottom of the stone house on the upper floor, and then go down twenty steps and stone steps to reach the underground cave.

Before this time, she had sneaked here many times. She was quite familiar with the terrain and environment here, so she opened the mechanism above without difficulty.

... this hole in the hole, she believes it can't defeat her.

Hanging the oil lamp on the stone wall, she looked at the iron door of the "hole in the hole" and the embedded strange lock.

"How do I open this lock?"

She murmured, thinking about the lock, when a voice came from behind.

"Fang Jiran, you've had enough!"

Fang Ji was surprised and suddenly looked back.

In the shadow angle of the hole in the hole, a man came out slowly.

His eyes were cool, like the hatred of thousands of layers of solid ice, "won't you stop?"

Fang Ji was slightly stunned and smiled when he saw it.

"Qiao Zhanping, do you think it's 50 steps to laugh at 100 steps? Isn't it too late to say this at this time?"

He stared at Fang Jiran with resentment. Qiao Zhanping's originally feminine face seemed to contain countless resentments, and even his handsome eyes were red. "I'm subject to you about firearms, so I have to let you take advantage of the loophole, and I'm sorry for the giant. But you're so ambitious that you actually have the idea of a lady jade carving. How can I tolerate you again?"

"What can you do if you don't allow me?" Fang Ji sneered and walked slowly towards him, "You don't allow me. What can you do to me? Besides, you think mojiu will spare you when you come back? Qiao Zhanping, don't you know her? She's narrow-minded and extremely vindictive. She's always cruel to those who betrayed her... Even if I don't tell you about firearms, do you think she won't think of you? At first, you asked Shang ya to accompany her to Mobei, When she left, you stopped Shang Ya from going... Ha ha, anyone with a brain will doubt you first. "

Looking at Qiao Zhanping's instantly pale face, Fang Ji smiled gloating.

"She doesn't care about you now, but she doesn't spare her hand to deal with you. So, I advise you to run for your life with your wife and children while there is still a chance. When she comes back from Mobei, you can't get rid of it. And I..."

With a gentle smile, she straightened her chest and squinted at Qiao Zhanping.

"She will kill you, but she doesn't have to kill me. Anyway, I'm also her own sister. What about you? How are you going to die?"

"You --" Qiao Zhanping gnashed his teeth. "No shame."

Fang Ji snorted coldly, as if she didn't care about his scolding, but spread her hand to him with a shallow smile.

"I didn't expect you this time. But now that you've brought it to the door, give me the key?"

"You dream!" Qiao Zhanping lowered his head and grabbed her hand. "You vicious woman! I won't let you succeed."

"I'm poisonous?!" Fang Jiran suddenly clenched her teeth and stared at him fiercely, as if she wanted to eat him into her stomach. "If you hadn't hurt me, I would have been a giant of Mohism. How could it take so many twists and turns?!"

Qiao Zhanping snorted coldly and glanced sideways at her.

Fang Jiran didn't seem to get rid of her hatred. "Mohist assembly, mechanism house, giant test. You set questions and secretly made changes, which made my answer useless, didn't you?"

Joe Zhanping squinted at her and suddenly sneered, "do you think it's me?"

"Not you, who else?"

"..." Qiao Zhanping glanced at her contemptuously and didn't answer.

"You say!? not you, who is it?"

She screamed bitterly. Fang Ji ran was obviously very angry and forced her to go up. She stretched out her hand and pushed his shoulder.

Qiao Zhanping frowned. Sheng Sheng grabbed the front, grabbed her wrist and said lukewarm, "no one ever wants you to be a giant of Mohism. That's the answer."

Fang Jiran smothered slightly, and his eyes emptied for a moment. He seemed to realize something. He sneered, looked down, and Qiao Zhanping grabbed his hands on his wrists and whispered, "let go!"

Instead of letting go, Qiao Zhanping twisted her hand, pulled it hard, reversed it, and pressed her body against the stone wall.

"I'll catch you now and apologize when the giant comes back..."

"Ha ha!" Fang Jiran leaned against the cold stone wall, turned her back to him and laughed wildly. "Qiao Zhanping, you are really loyal and courageous! Unfortunately, you are probably stupid. Even if you don't want your own life, don't you even want your son's life...?"

Joe Zhan's flat hand was slightly relaxed, and his handsome face was as gray as death.

"Qiao Zhanping, you abandoned your master and turned to the enemy as a thief. You think you can live a stable life with Shang Ya'an by hiding in Xinglong Mountain? Dream!"

"I've never betrayed anyone! I've never said anything to you! But I'm also a Mohist. I'm a Mohist from beginning to end. It's natural to follow you!"

He almost yelled to explain, but he had already let go of Fang Jiran's hands.

The life of a son is his greatest weakness——

Fang Ji snorted coldly, glanced at him sarcastically, turned around and pushed him hard, saw him stagger back, sneered and followed him and spread her hand.

"Bring me the key!"

Qiao Zhanping shook his head. "I don't have a key."

Fang Jiran obviously didn't believe it. "Mo Jiu trusted you so much, and you've always been in charge of the thousand holes. Do you have the key? Hand it over quickly! Otherwise I can't guarantee your son's life and death."

Qiao Zhanping's eyes were filled with hate and his eyes were as hot as quenching. "This lock was set by the giant himself. She called it a password lock. No one knows the unlock password except herself..."

Password lock?

Fang Ji ran looked at him up and down and slowly closed his mouth.

"You dare not lie to me!"

With a cold hum, she slowly turned her head and glanced at the lock on the iron door.

"Password lock, interesting! But don't Mo Jiu know that no matter how precise the lock in the world is, it can only prevent unintentional people. If anyone has a heart, there is no lock that can't be opened?"

Qiao Zhanping pursed his lips and looked at her with suspicious eyes. "Do you have a way to open it?"

"Of course." Fang Ji thought for a moment and suddenly turned her head. "But... With you here, I don't trust to unlock the lock?"

Speaking of this, her wrist suddenly turned over. Without Joe Zhanping's reaction, she saw a flash of cold light and a sharp dagger stabbed him in the chest.

Fang Jiran always looked soft and weak. He never used force. This sudden fatal blow was fast and cruel. Qiao Zhanping had no chance to avoid it.

His pupils dilated and instinctively reached out to block it.

"Bang!"

Qiao Zhanping didn't have time to stop the dagger, but the dagger seemed to be hit by something. He deviated in one direction and stabbed Qiao Zhanping's body.

To this end, Fang Jiran, who was holding a dagger, also couldn't control it.

When she jumped forward, she screamed, and the dagger stabbed a wooden vertical beam in the middle of the stone house.

"Hiss!" her wrist was numb, and Fang Ji looked back angrily.

Not Qiao Zhanping, but another person.

He stood on the steps of the stone house and did not come down, but hit her dagger with a stone.

How long has this man been standing?! They didn't even find him.

Fang Ji ran took back the dagger and guarded it across his chest, with his eyes slightly shallow.

"Who? Come out!"

In today's Xinglong Mountain, as long as she catches Qiao Zhanping, where does she need to be afraid of others?

Thinking so much, she was ready to start right away when the man appeared.

But as the man walked slowly down the steps, she was stunned, "senior brother!?"

The man was bony and a robe swung around as he walked, as if on a bone shelf. The blow exhausted his strength just now. He even struggled to walk when he came down. His face was as white as paper, his cheeks were sunken, and his eyes were deeply concave. He was too thin, but his lips were tight, but he looked very solemn.

"Originally... The ghost is you..."

The long silent life in bed makes Mo talk very difficult.

But this sentence was enough for Fang Jiran to understand what he meant - he knew what she did.

Fang Jiran was afraid of Mo Wang in her heart.

When she first saw him, she was almost out of her wits.

But when she recovered from her panic, she saw that there was only one person in Mo Wang, and then looked at his weak body. Suddenly, she was cold.

"Elder martial brother, it's really not the time to wake up. It's not the time to come to Qianlian cave."

"Really?" Mo Wang stood still, his eyes full of sadness. "Why do you do this? Ah Jiu is your own sister. Blood is thicker than water. She treats you well, but you want to seek her life. Aren't you afraid of retribution?"

"Retribution?" Fang Ji ran smiled, and the laughter was bitter and harsh.

Then she tore off the veil on her head and threw it on the ground, exposing her face beyond recognition.

"Fang Jiran used to be unkind? Was he unkind to others? But what did I get? Did God give me love? The man I love died because of me, and I also lost my face and could lose my life at any time... Elder martial brother, you tell me that if you do evil, there will be retribution. Why do some people who do all kinds of evil not only do no retribution, but lead a good life Golden Saddle, I don't know how much better than a kind person? But I didn't do anything. Do I deserve it? Why? Why? "

The door on the stone house steps was open. As soon as the wind came in, the temperature became colder.

Listening to Fang Jiran's complaints, Mo Wang held the stone wall and walked down the last step.

"Give me a peach. Repay me with a plum. Those who love will see love. Those who are wicked will see evil."

This sentence of Mo Wu comes from Mozi's famous saying, and it is also a sentence that sees the hearts of the people.

But Fang Jiran listened, but she sneered, "elder martial brother likes her in his heart, he will protect her in any way, and she is the best in any way. My good is so, and so is my evil. There will be no difference. Everything comes from my heart. Why bother to admonish me?"

Mo's words are reasonable, but Fang Jiran's words are also reasonable.

Like people, how are good.

I don't like it. It's not good.

Mo Wu frowned and remained silent for a moment. There was no retort, only a faint sigh.

"Younger martial sister, stop!"

"Stop? What can I do when I stop? Wait for Mo Jiu to come back and take revenge on me?" Fang Jiran looked at him coldly and stroked her long hair messy by her hat. Her action was very gentle, but her eyes were as sharp as a knife, "Elder martial brother, why am I still standing here listening to you? Just because I think you are still my elder martial brother and because you didn't send anyone to catch me, I'm also thinking of the feelings of elder martial brothers and sisters. I'm grateful for your kindness to me. I've been grateful all my life. If I care about who else in this world, it's only you. But even so, I don't have a way back now. It's OK for you to remember the old feelings Stop me, I can go with you. I also think you are a senior brother. If you block me... "

After a pause, she greeted Mo's sad eyes and spoke slowly word by word.

"You know my ability. You're not my opponent with your broken body."

The light of Mo's eyes was full of disappointment, "you mean, you won't even let me go, will you?"

"Yes." Fang Ji ran sneered. "If you have to stop me, don't blame me for being ruthless."

"Oh, do you have a way to kill me and Qiao Gong together and steal the lady jade carving?"

Fang Ji was slightly stunned, pursed his lips and smiled again. "No, of course not. Unfortunately, Qiao Zhanping didn't dare to do it to me."

Looking provocatively at Qiao Zhanping, she suddenly giggled. It was a kind of wanton laughter, which also made her ferocious and ugly face due to facial disfigurement. In such a stone house, in the dim light of bean lamp, it was like a female ghost, and Demons and monsters had to bow down——

Mo Meng glanced at Qiao Zhanping, who was silent. "Qiao Gong, what's the matter?"

Qiao Zhanping's face was apologetic and his voice was full of bitterness. "Deacon Zuo, I, I am ashamed of you - that day my husband and wife came to Xinglong Mountain. I thought I could live in seclusion on the mountain all my life and stop worrying about disputes in the world... But when Shang Ya gave birth to a child... He was stolen and taken hostage. I had to live for my child..."

Xu Shi has experienced too many things. After listening to Qiao Zhanping's narration, Mo Xu didn't show too much expectation, but just frowned and thought, "Who was your son taken hostage? And what you said before... In fact, Xiao Jiu and I didn't believe everything. We didn't ask you, just because of respect. Now, can you tell me who ordered you?"

Joe Zhan lowered his head and was silent.

"Deacon left should have guessed."

Mo's mouth pursed and whispered two words: "Song Xi?"

Qiao Zhanping didn't speak and was silent.

"It's him..." Muru Nana said and hesitated. "But why did Song Xi order you to do something on the firearm? Didn't he know that it might kill Xiao Jiu?" at this point, an idea suddenly came to his mind. He suddenly glared at Fang Jiran. "The firearm is not song Xi's instruction, but what you mean? Right or wrong?"

If it is Song Xi, why are there no problems with the firearms that have supported Xiao Qian in the past three years?

But the last batch, when mojiu had to escort him to Mobei, suddenly broke down?

Then there is only one reason. Fang Jiran wants Mo Jiu to die.

She falsely preached the meaning of Song Xi and forced Qiao Zhanping with her son as the pledge.

At this moment, thinking of Fang Jiran's evil deeds, Mo Wang also thought of many past things. For example, when he first went to Xinglong Mountain, Mo Jiu was pushed under the hanging slope for no reason... It seems that there are answers to those things that can't be explained at that time.

He frowned and asked, "since when did you become his man?"

Fang Jiran answered frankly: "before the Mohist conference. However, I am not his person, we just cooperate."

"Cooperation?"

"He promised me to be a mogul."

"He promised you...?" Muru whispered, "no wonder... You can open the fingerprints on the roof. But such fingerprints can not be fake by ordinary people... Is he the one in ah Jiu's mouth... Who knows Arabic numerals?"

Arabic numerals?

Fang Jiran smiled, "maybe. I don't care about this. I just know that no matter whether he is the person or not, as long as we collect the lady jade carvings, we can open the sacrificial roof and get the thousand word citation and the manual of Mohist weapons. And I will also become a real Mohist giant."

"Younger martial sister, haven't you woke up yet?"

"Wake up? Why should I wake up? Elder martial brother, I've done enough good people and hate cowardly living. My face has been like this. I don't want to watch myself grow old and die. Opening the sacrificial roof and getting a thousand word citation may be my way out. If you are really good for me, you should congratulate me and finally do something you really want to do for yourself."

"Are you crazy?" Muru looked at her. "When did you become like this? I didn't think I knew you."

"Yes, I'm crazy! I've changed too. I've been no longer me since I died once." Fang Jiran's chest fluctuated and her mood was a little excited. She almost gnashed her teeth, "Is there anything more important than a woman's appearance in this world? My face, my life and everything are gone. What's more terrible for me and what can't give up? Elder martial brother, when you are worried about Mo Jiu, have you ever thought that I am also a woman and I suffer a greater blow than her, and I also need someone to care about me, love me and accompany me Are you... Yes? "

Mo was stunned.

Stunned for a moment, he took a deep breath.

"Younger martial sister, you still have a chance."

Fang Jiran looked at the disappointment in his eyes, and a layer of water mist also floated in his eyes.

"I can't look back. The gods and demons of the heavens have never cared for me. They have been infatuated and bitter all my life. I haven't got anything. Who can I rely on?"

Mo is silent.

Such Fang Jiran is a complete stranger to him.

She roared hysterically, and finally asked with a smile.

"Mo Jiu is right. If a woman doesn't live for herself, what's the meaning of living?"

"But did Mo Jiu tell you that you should never warm your heart with other people's blood? Why do you have to compare with Mo Jiu? You are you, she is her, and you are different."

"I don't want to compare with her. I just want her things to belong to me."

Mo Wu heaved a sigh, shook his head and sighed absently, "but you may not be too confident. Even if you steal these ladies' jade carvings, there are only five. There is no trace of the jade carvings in the tomb, and there is no news about where the second Tomb of heaven and earth is --"

"Of course I have confidence." Fang Jiran smiled, "because I know that the second Tomb of heaven and earth is under Lin'an imperial city."

Heaven and earth, heaven and earth. Lin'an imperial city is worthy of heaven and earth.

Mo Wang was a little surprised in his heart. He was silent, looked directly into Fang Ji Ran's cold eyes, and asked puzzled.

"Why did you tell me?"

"Because you were the elder martial brother who loved me most." Fang Jiran replied with a smile, "also because you are dying."

Before saying a word, she suddenly rushed to the iron door at the left rear. Leng Bu Ding stopped a less obvious iron lead on the stone wall - Fang Jiran didn't make up her mind these days in order to steal the lady's jade carving. The lock won't open. It doesn't matter to her anymore. Because she had already made the worst plan - to use local materials and Qiao Zhanping to install explosive devices here.

As soon as the lead is pulled, the mechanism starts.

"Bang!" first the stone wall was blown open, followed by thick smoke.

"Bang!" another louder explosion than before, like a thunderbolt, shook the hole in the hole.

"Bang bang"

There are countless firearms, explosives and gunpowder in Qianlian cave.

Such a blast, Mars jumped around, and the stone chamber, which was easy to store, could not control the momentum of the explosion.

The earth shook and the mountains shook like an earthquake, and the gravel fell one after another. The sparks from the hole almost brightened half the sky.

Mohist disciples who had already fallen asleep got up and rushed to Qianlian cave.

By the ancient road at the foot of the mountain, Cao Yuan and others who hurried back to Xinglong Mountain on the night dew fast horse immediately panicked.

"No! Something's wrong."

The party sped up, rode and whipped back to the mountain, but when Cao Yuan organized his disciples to dig up the blasted rubble, they only found the injured Mo Wu and the dead Qiao Zhanping. Fang Jiran had disappeared, leaving only a pair of blown up sleeves.

Qiao Zhanping pressed tightly on Mo Wang.

His head, waist and legs were weighed down by boulders.

It is precisely because at the moment of the explosion, he chose to overthrow Mo Wang and let Mo Wang live.

And he himself - went forever.

The jade carvings of several ladies collected in the early stage of Mo Jiu disappeared with Fang Jiran

The disciples' exhaust sounds rang through the cave.

Almost at the same time, Mo Xu slowly opened his eyes.

"Deacon left!"

His mouth opened and closed hard, looked at Cao Yuan and struggled to express.

"Chase... Fang... Ji ran...!"

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"You are the best craftsman in the world. You have made great contributions to Mohism. You have made difficult choices between black and white all your life, but always maintain the heart of love, love and righteousness... We will always remember you."

Half a month later, when Mo Jiu rushed from one funeral to another, he said this to Qiao Zhanping's stone tablet in front of his tomb.

Qiao Zhanping died in the explosion. Things happened suddenly. Shangya was caught off guard and lost her husband. She had already cried badly. The two children knelt beside her, one left and the other right. The little one was completely ignorant. The big one burned paper for his father like his mother and threw it into the brazier one by one. There were also sheets of paper that danced with the wind and flew into the air with bursts of low sobs from the disciples. Haunt, haunt over the grave.

Someone went.

Things are not empty.

Mo Jiu suddenly cut his little finger in front of a row of Mohist disciples who came to the funeral and Qiao Zhanping's widow and orphan in front of the grave. He sprinkled blood on Qiao Zhanping's grave and said in a cold voice, "the emperor is above and the earth is below. I Mo Jiu swear today that I will step down Lin'an house and sacrifice blood to Xinglong Mountain in the future."

"Flatten Lin'an house and sacrifice blood to Xinglong Mountain!"

"Flatten Lin'an house and sacrifice blood to Xinglong Mountain!"

"Flatten Lin'an house and sacrifice blood to Xinglong Mountain!"

The disciples shouted in unison, and the momentum was bleak and strong.

There was a north wind blowing from an unknown distance, bleaking the woods.

Mo Jiu's hatred is not groundless.

This bombing not only destroyed the materials of Qianlian cave, killed Qiao Zhanping and Mohist disciples, but also blew up the facilities of Qianlian cave.

Xinglong Mountain, a paradise, has been hit unprecedentedly.

... mojiu's heart is dripping blood.

Xinglong Mountain is her home and the foundation of Mohism.

How could she not hate being beaten up in her own house?

Moreover, although Mo Wang woke up, Qiao Zhanping died.

Her unspeakable hatred!

This is not only because of his feelings with Qiao Zhanping for several years, but also because of his own talent in firearms.

With his death, Mo Jiu almost lost a right arm——

Especially looking at shangya and two young children, she couldn't bear it.

It was Qiao Zhanping who didn't have the heart to tell them about the firearms.

I don't have the heart to tell shangya about her children.

If shangya knew that her son, who had worked hard to raise for two years, was not her own son at all, and Qiao Zhanping died again, would she be crazy?!

Mo Jiu dared not say.

It's not easy for them to come all the way. Qiao Zhanping is dead. Let him be innocent.

As for these secrets... It's better to leave them blank for the time being.

……

In May of the fifth year of Nanrong Jingchang, the weather was unusually hot,

But after an accident, Xinglong Mountain was silent for no reason.

Fang Jiran didn't come back. Mo Jiu hurried back to deal with the follow-up of the explosion, and Hara and Lin didn't calm down.

This may is of great significance to the people of the whole world and to the whole history.

On May 18, Xiao Qian captured harahelin, which became an important node of his imperial ambition.

From this day on, Xiao Qian began his official rule over BEIMENG.

On May 23, Xiao Qian was buried for King Suhe.

On May 25, on the second day after Suhe was buried, Princess ayguchang held a hulitai meeting in harahelin, where she declared that Xiao Qian was the son of Princess Sandan and the son of BEIMENG. He also said that his son, Wu rigen, was young, playful and had no intention of state affairs. He was not suitable to be the leader of BEIMENG. He recommended Xiao Qian as the new BEIMENG Khan. As soon as this move came out, all clans expressed their obedience. The hulitai conference was even smoother than expected. There was almost no wave, and it ended.

Absurd, but not absurd.

He who knows current affairs is a hero!

Xiao Qian is the descendant of Princess Sandan. Why don't they follow her?

Of course, few people know that there was a bloody storm in Hara and Lin just the night before Princess aygu held the hulitai conference. Some dissident BEIMENG dignitaries were secretly cleaned by the timid Xue army. This time, the bloody suppression without warning came and went quickly. When the sun hung in the sky again, the blood on the ground had been washed away, as if it had never happened. As soon as the hulitai conference was held and new Khan ascended the throne, Hara and Lin soon recovered their vitality.

The dead will soon be annihilated by history.

Some people say Xiao Qian's means are cruel, but his effect is obvious.

——Exchange the smallest sacrifice for the greatest benefit.

However, different from what everyone guessed, Xiao Qian did not embarrass Wu rigen. He not only did not settle accounts with him after autumn, but also gave him a fief in the west of BEIMENG and let him lead his confidants away. This move has its own praise among the relatives. Even aygu didn't expect such a good ending for his son. All his previous worries fell.

But she didn't go with urigen.

Xiao Qian left her in Hara Helin and let her enjoy the Empress Dowager's honor.

But she knew in her heart that Xiao Qian was still wary of her.

If she is not with urigen, she must be involved with each other.

Without her, wurigen can't become a climate.

Without urigen, what's the use of her fighting for these things?

Overnight, Hara and Lin changed color and changed into a new world.

The next day, the rising sun swept the streets and alleys.

With the sound of drums and trumpets, Xiao Qian officially ascended the throne in harahelin, that is, the position of Great Khan, and became the new Great Khan of BEIMENG empire. He issued an imperial edict and officially established the year as "Yuanzheng".

Yuan is the beginning, the head, the head and the circle. In order to show its legitimacy, it takes the meaning of "righteousness".

At noon, the sky is full of rays and falcons fly high.

The arrival of the first year of the Yuan Dynasty also opened another new door to Xiao Qian's history of dominating the world.

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