The Hardest Opening System in History

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read2(); On the 　　 dossier, in just a few short sentences, Zhao Yu read it for a long time. He was also thinking about it. As an emperor, he looked at one thing, so he should not just look at this. The matter itself is so simple, but from the perspective of the entire dynasty, pay attention to the content and consequences behind it.

　　 The most important thing is that more than sixty years have passed since this matter, and he needs to think carefully about what it ferments.

　　 So he asked the first question after he knew it:

　　 "What is so special about the bloodline of the dynasty of the Ying family?"

　　 The old King Bei'an, who was kneeling underneath, continued to fall to the ground, but the voice of response came:

"Ying is the most noble surname for thousands of years in the vast land of China, and it is perfectly presented on the talents of his direct descendants. In the previous dynasties, the super-first-grade taboos were almost monopolized by the straight-blooded royal family of Ying. It can be seen that there is great power in his blood."

　　 "But the so-called taboo alone is not enough for so many people to firmly force them to end their troubles forever."

　　 Zhao Yu leaned forward and spoke softly. Di Yin rolled, the old King Bei’an below hesitated for a while before continuing to speak:

　　 "There is also a legend that the Ying family can open the underground imperial tomb with a token, summon hundreds of millions of mercenaries and yin soldiers, turn into a sea of ​​soldiers, sweep the land, and use this to restore the country."

　　 "A legend alone is not credible, can there be evidence?"

"Historical records show that in the middle of the previous dynasties, we also experienced the great collapse of the world, the uprisings of heroes in various places, and the later crisis, the bloodline of the Ying family turned the tide with the help of the underground palace soldiers and the sea of ​​Yin soldiers. Years, it can be said that it is because of this underground palace that forcibly gave the previous four thousand years of life."

Hearing that one of the eight forbidden places in the Central Plains of China, known as the most profound and boundless underground palace, Zhao Yu raised his hand and touched his chin subconsciously. Although this forbidden place was claimed to be inaccessible, but the Daxia Dynasty a few days ago One after another with the two strongest young generations of the Solar Empire, they stepped into this palace.

　　 "Maybe this is the so-called variable?"

　　 Faint thoughts and thoughts jumped in the young emperor’s mind, and then he returned to his senses, looked at King Bei’an below, and continued to speak:

　　 "So it has become a fact after Ying's direct relationship?"

　　The old king of Bei'an knocked his head again.

　　 "Chen, you deserve to die."

　　 "But so what?"

　　 The voice was smooth and clear as usual. After hearing this, the old King Bei'an suddenly raised his head and looked at the Lord of Great Xia, who was sitting in front of him, without fear, in disbelief.

　　 There is no change in Zhao Yu's eyes like water, and he continues to open his mouth:

"The whole country of Daxia was brought down by my Zhao family and all the people in one shot. If we were to be afraid of an illusory legend, a historical record that does not know the truth or falsehood, and what face to be the master of this vast land of China. , The tortoises of the foreign races who have been killed can't get out, the mere mercenaries of the Yin soldiers, what should have been buried long ago, don't be afraid of it!"

When the young emperor said this, there was no power, but just this plain, homely tone, made the king of Bei'an, the once proud killer **** in his heart, worshipped again and respectfully. Openly said:

"His majesty embraces the four seas, and the emperor is mighty, but the minister's request remains the same. Jiang's descendants are all extremely good, and they can guard the Tianmen Gorge without losing. Therefore, the minister once again begged your majesty to entrust the minister to go north to the snowfield, even if he died regret."

　　 Zhao Yu did not immediately answer, but continued to speak:

"You should know that this is an obvious trap, and the person who set up the game is sure that King Bei'an will definitely go. Although there are glazed towns in the northern snowfield, the icefield female sage was injured in the Shenjing city and is now retreating. Healing, so the major tribes are ready to move, and the most important thing is that you are Daxia’s King Bei’an, which represents Daxia. Over the years, guarding Tianmen Gorge has countless blood stained with snowmen in his hands, as if you were alone on the snowy field. The news of is released, and the entire Xueyuan tribe wants to besiege you and then hurry up."

　　 said here, after a little pause, Zhao Yu continued to speak:

"The temperature of the snow field is extremely low, the battle power of the human monks will be greatly reduced, and you are old, and if the news that King Daxia Beian, who guarded Tianmen Gorge, was consumed in the northern snow field, it is no different from those of the snow field tribe. I added a dose of anti-heartedness, so this matter is not only aimed at you, but also at me."

　　 After Zhao Yu finished speaking, the billowing Emperor Wei in his body swept outwards in an instant, and the entire Lingbo Hall seemed to ring with phoenixes, and at the same time a murderous voice sounded again.

　　 "Daxia's glory must not be humiliated, and the Zhao family must also not be humiliated. It is really interesting to dare to declare war on me. The King Jiangyu of Bei'an listens to the order."

　　 "The minister is here!"

　　 "I agreed with you about going north to the snowy field, but you take this."

Zhao Yu waved his sleeves forward, and in an instant, a small stone statue exuding a wild atmosphere appeared in the void. It looked like a giant with a misty light on the head and vines entwined at the bottom. Looking carefully, it is defense. A reduced version of the stone statue.

　　 "The minister thanked your majesty for Long En, long live your majesty, the empress dowager is healthy and auspicious, and the minister retires."

　　 The stone statue slowly floated in front of King Bei'an. The latter took it with both hands, and then once again bowed to Zhao Yu above, turning around and stepping out of Lingbo Hall.

　　 Hanyue gradually rises, Zizhu Lane, Bei'an Palace.

The old King Bei’an sat on the main seat, and beside him, surrounded by the young women, one by one was wiping tears, and opposite the old man, his third son Jiangtu and fourth son Jiang Yue Sitting still blankly.

　　 After the old King Beian comforted the surroundings for a while, he turned his head and spoke to his two sons:

　　 "As a father, I am ashamed."

　　 The eyes of the old man sitting upright at this time were very clear, with great guilt, he did owe too much to the younger generation of the Jiang family.

　　 "I'm about to go to the north, life and death are unpredictable, you all make me proud, maybe everyone is ashamed of having my father, but I have always been proud of you."

　　 After the old voice fell, the incomparable old King Bei'an, dressed in a royal robe, got up and stepped out. There was already a bronze horse standing outside the gate of the palace.

　　 There was a sound of horse neighing in the night, and the old king of Bei'an came out of the capital at night and entered the snowfield alone.

　　 Waiting for the sound of horseshoes to go further and further away, in the main hall, Jiang Yue, who had been sitting for a long time, opened his mouth and gently spit out two inaudible words.

　　 "Father."

　　 At the same time, in the imperial garden of the White Emperor Palace, under the mysterious sky, the voice of a middle-aged palace lady came into Zhao Yu's ears, who was reading a file.

　　 "Your Majesty, the empress dowager's decree, let the slave and maid remind you that you should return to the summer palace to rest earlier."

　　 Zhao Yu smiled softly at the corner of his mouth, nodded, put the file on the desk, got up and left.

　　 On the case table, there are files piled up high, bathed in moonlight. These files were specially ordered by him to find out all the records about the tomb of the Ying clan.

　　 is just the very interesting one spread out on the desk, and it also has a line of comments on it.

　　’After the Bei’an King’s incident, I went to the underground palace to take a look at the former palace. They all played house-like gadgets, then came out without taking the slightest. ’