The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

Xia Huang died, died on the Dragon chair, the smile on his face is still crazy, a generation of emperors, to die without regret.

The empty Tianyu hall was in a state of silence. No one came in. Outside the hall, he lay there without trace. His clothes were stained with blood. Under the moonlight, it was like a blooming rose.

How ironic and sad that the two people who calculated with each other eventually became the last company of each other in this life.

The emperor of Xia knows martial arts. In the palace of Xia, there are many treasures that can hide the secrets of heaven, which not only hide the vision of Pei's breaking through the congenital, but also hide the fact that the emperor of Xia knows martial arts.

However, the cultivation of martial arts of the Xia emperor was not strong, and the long-term hard work of politics had already made his body burn out, and his martial arts did not advance but retreat.

Xia Rui is undoubtedly the most diligent emperor of the great Xia Dynasty for thousands of years. Because of his suspiciousness and suspicion, he must make decisions in person no matter how big or small, and will never give them to others.

In his later years, Xia Rui was sad. He did not want to be the most incompetent emperor of the Xia Dynasty. Coupled with the increasing suspicion, he finally made the conservative emperor a tyrant.

In the thousand year history of the great Xia Dynasty, there has never been a tyrant. It was not until Xia Rui that the tyrant came to an end. It was both lucky and unfortunate.

Xia Rui is always surrounded by strong people. Besides old eunuch Pei, there are three dark dragon guards who are enough to deal with any assassination in the world. However, the four strongest people are not around today.

Love without trace is the West Palace, so, in addition to the four Xia emperor's direct family, no one dare to stop, there is no reason to stop.

Who would have thought that Princess Wan of Daxia would be a dark son buried by the northern Mongolian army.

The only mistake of qingwutrace is to miscalculate the possibility of the Xia emperor's meeting with Wu. For a moment, it's a mistake, but it's gone.

No one in the world can tell whether or not Lingyue has calculated this.

The breeze, with a trace of coolness, makes the lonely Tianyu hall even colder.

In the spring of the second year of the lunar new year, the emperor of Xia collapsed!

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In the Imperial City, the battle is still going on, the fire is burning, and a dry hand is covering the sky. Ning Chen, who has no strength for a long time, has no way back, and is dying for a moment.

Xiaomingyue closed her eyes in despair, unwilling to look again.

However, at this time, on the horizon, a green and a red streamer appeared, and it came in the twinkling of an eye.

Shua ground a, double swords sweep toward Pei old eunuch's hand, blocked this to force life of one palm.

On the other side, the prince also came, surging, shock knife halberd, with ningchen moment out of the war.

Thanks body didn't come out, rather Chen body again a falter, chest a stuffy, immediately a mouthful of blood vomit out.

The real Qi has been used up. No matter how hard it is to suppress the injury in the body, it finally breaks out at this moment.

The sudden change made the eunuch Pei and the three dark Longwei commanders present stunned. As they were about to start again, the eunuch Pei's face suddenly changed.

"Your majesty

Old eunuch Pei stamped at his feet and rushed back quickly. He clearly felt that something had happened to his majesty!

The three dark dragon guards looked at each other for unknown reasons. They were surprised and puzzled in their eyes.

"This battle is over, let's all go back"

in the plain words, a green figure came slowly, inserted in the green and red double swords trembling, and immediately flew to the comer.

"Prince Yan!" The three dark dragon guards' eyes narrowed slightly, and they were afraid.

On that day, Prince Yan fought from the Imperial Palace, and they knew how powerful the contemporary legend was.

They even suspected that the legend of Daxia might have been born.

"Back up!" The commander of dark dragon guard made a quick decision and said in a deep voice.

There is no chance of winning this battle. With Prince Yan, they can't finish the task.

The other two commanders nodded and quickly disappeared in the war.

When the three leave, Xia Ziyi looks at the person in front of him, salutes respectfully, and says, "Uncle Sanhuang"

"en" Prince Yan nods to respond. Then he goes to Ning Chen, coagulates his hands to lift yuan, and injects vast Qi to help him reduce his injury.

Ning Chen calms his eyes and turns the volume of life around. With the help of Prince Yan's true Qi, he slowly presses down the Qi and blood flowing in his body.

"Uncle Sanhuang, the teacher is still waiting for my news, Ziyi leaves first"

seeing that Ning Chen has no worries about his life, Xia Ziyi bows her hand, says goodbye, and then turns to leave.

Ning Chen slowly opens his eyes and looks at Xia Ziyi. His heart is complex. It's the first time for him to see the great prince, but he can't help feeling that the difference between Xia Huang and the great prince is too big.

Xia Huang's ruthlessness, gloom and the great prince's benevolence, kindness and righteousness are almost two completely opposite extremes.

"Ziyi is good, but it's not suitable to be an emperor," Prince Yan said lightly.

Ning Chen didn't retort. What the elder said is true. Benevolence and ruthlessness are indispensable for a king. The great prince is really not suitable.

Of course, Xia Huang is not suitable.

"Let's go back to the mansion with me first"

Prince Yan waved his hand, and the sword stand appeared in front of Ning Chen, calm down.Ning Chen didn't say much more. He carried up the sword frame, and then followed him.

Xiao Mingyue lies on Ning Chen's back and curiously drags several swords on the sword rack, but none of them comes out.

"Bright moon, don't be naughty" Ning Chen whispers.

The little girl drew back her hand and laughed sheepishly.

"Master, please keep it secret" Ning Chen said with a hint of supplication.

"En" Prince Yan did not look back and answered softly.

Xiaomingyue has a blank face and can't understand what they are saying.

Ning Chen rubs the little girl's cloth cap, but there is no explanation.

When Xiao Mingyue meets the sword on the sword rack, her daughter's affairs are no longer secret. In the world, only prince Yan can feel the breath of the sword. At the beginning, it was because he met Qingjian that the secret of the fake eunuch was exposed.

Fortunately, Prince Yan has a weak temperament and will not take these things to heart.

Prince Yan's mansion will arrive soon. A beautiful maid takes xiaomingyue back to her room to have a rest. Ning Chen follows Prince Yan to the study.

"Master, did you fight with the sword of sword city that caused the great shock outside the northern Mongolian King City that day?" Ning Chen hesitated a moment, asked the problem that pressed already in the heart for a long time.

"En" Prince Yan nodded.

"Have you got the sand sword?" Ning Chen continues to ask a way.

Prince Yan's hand moved lightly. In the sword stand beside him, fine sand flew out and immediately condensed into a light yellow sword.

Ning Chen Mou son a shrink, good strange sword, the world really all have strange.

"The sword of sword city lost?"

While talking, Ning Chen's eyes flashed a strange color. The sword of sword city is the myth of invincibility in the hearts of swordsmen in the world. It's hard to imagine losing.

"He didn't lose, but the king won." Prince Yan waved his hand, and the sand sword scattered and returned to the sword frame.

Ning Chen Wei Zheng, don't know why.

"The king got there before him, so the sword must belong to the king. In other words, if he comes first, the sword is his," Prince Yan explained calmly.

Ning Chen is not too clear, his realm is still far away, can't imagine what happened that day.

Just at this time, the door came the rapid footsteps, a anxious voice sounded.

"Tell the prince, the news from the palace is that your majesty has been assassinated and killed!"

"No way!"

Sudden news, let rather Chen in the heart mercilessly a surprised, a time, can't believe.

"Go, go with the king into the palace" Prince Yan look slightly Lin, rapid reaction, open a way.

"What about the moon?" Ning Chen returns to the spirit, don't worry about the way.

"No matter, there is a housekeeper in the house. As long as she is not born, no one can hurt her," Prince Yan said.

Ning Chen nods, carries sword frame, followed the former to leave the mansion together.

At the same time, in the Imperial City, some people who stood at the highest position of Xia's power all got the news of Xia's death. Shocked, they immediately chose to enter the palace.

This is a shaking event, the death of the summer emperor is too sudden, summer fear will fall into a bloody rain again.

Outside the Tianyu hall, Sangong, Jiuqing and the princes in the imperial city all arrived.

However, at this time, the most eye-catching only three people.

Big prince Xia Ziyi, Third Prince Xia Yanwu, or tenth Prince Xia tomorrow!

This is the most likely person to become the new Xia emperor among the princes of the Xia Dynasty, and it will also determine the future direction of the Xia Dynasty.

It is the biggest hidden danger that the emperor of Xia has not established a crown prince. Now that the emperor of Xia is dead, the throne of Xia has become complicated.

In the distance, Prince Yan came step by step, followed by Ning Chen, who carried the sword, and immediately attracted everyone's attention.

They all heard the big bang tonight. They were very curious about the protagonist of the previous night. They had to say that the new magistrate was really lucky.

It's the first time that Xia Huang failed to kill a man.

"See Prince Yan"

all the ministers salute. Although the legend of Daxia ignores political affairs, it does not prevent it from having the highest title. No one dares to lose this ceremony.

"Get up," Prince Yan said faintly.

The officials of "Prince Xieyan" stood up.

"Three elder brothers, long time no see" at the same time, Prince Hua came forward to salute and sighed.

"Seven years"

after that, a touch of sadness flashed through Prince Yan's eyes. Seven years is not a long time, nor a short time, and his four younger brothers have gradually become old.

The years are merciless, and in the twinkling of an eye they make people old.

"Elder brother, alas"

looking at the Tianyu hall, Prince Hua sighed again that although he had been under house arrest in the imperial city for more than ten years, he was still alive compared with his other brothers.

After death, all the enmity is gone, leaving only the feeling, once hate, with more than ten years of house arrest, has faded a lot, he hate tired, also see open, life in the world, can't live with hate.

Now, after the death of Xia Huang, only three of his ten brothers were left."Let's go up to the hall to see him off for the last journey"

with that, Prince Yan stepped up and walked to the Tianyu hall.

After that, all the ministers followed the two princes to the temple. After entering, they all knelt down respectfully.

Soon after, the eldest grandson walked in wearing a dragon and Phoenix pearl crown and a golden dragon and phoenix pattern dress. Looking at the Xia emperor on the Dragon chair, he sighed in a deep voice. He could not say whether he was happy or sad.

With the same wind and rain for more than ten years, today's farewell in Chinese clothing is a good match for the couple.

On the Dragon chair, Xia Huang's eyes were wide open, his face was full of laughter, and he was crazy. In this life, he had no regrets.