Marquis of Grand Xia

Xia Huang died, and died on the dragon chair. The smile on his face was still crazy. A generation of emperors, he did not regret it.

The empty Temple of Heaven was silent, no one came in. Outside the hall, there was no trace of emotion lying there quietly, the palace dress was stained with blood, and it was like a blooming rose under the moonlight.

The two who calculated each other eventually became the last companion of each other in this life, how ironic and sad.

The Emperor Xia was capable of martial arts. In the Great Xia Palace, there was a treasure that could cover up the heavenly lands. He concealed the vision of the old **** Pei breaking through the congenital, and also concealed the fact that the Emperor Xia.

However, the emperor's martial arts training is not strong, and the long-term labor and political affairs have already made his body dry and the lamp has dried up, and martial arts will not go backwards.

Xia Rui is undoubtedly the most diligent emperor in Daxia's millennium, because of suspicion and suspicion, no matter how big or small the matter must be personally decided, and will never be handed over to others.

Xia Rui in his later years is sad, unwilling to become the pressure of Da Xia's most incompetent emperor, coupled with intensified suspicions, and finally made this emperor become a tyrant.

There has never been a tyrant in the history of Daxia in the millennium. It was only lucky and unfortunate that Xia Rui ended it.

Xia Rui's side is never short of strong men. In addition to Pei Old Eunuch, there are three Dark Dragon Guard commanders, enough to cope with any assassination in the world. Fortunately, none of the strongest four people are around.

Qingwuqing is the West Palace, so no one dares to block, except for the four Xiahuang's descendants, and there is no reason to block it.

Who could have imagined that Wanxia Concubine in Daxia would be a secret son buried by the Northern Mongolian military division.

The only mistake of Qing Wuhen is to miscalculate the possibility that Xia Huang will marry, and for a while, Xiang Xiaoyu die.

As to whether Fan Lingyue counts this matter, no one in the world knows.

The fresh breeze blew past, bringing a hint of coolness, making this lonely Temple of Heaven more icy.

In the spring of the second year of the Chinese New Year, the Emperor Xia collapsed!

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In the Imperial City, the battle is still going on, the flames are blazing up, and a dry hand is covering the sky. Ning Chen, who has already been struggling, has no retreat, and his life and death are momentary.

Xiao Mingyue closed her eyes in despair, unwilling to look at it again.

However, at this moment, above the sky, a stream of blue and red appeared, and it was almost there.

With a snap, the two swords swept towards the old **** Pei's hand, blocking the life-threatening palm.

On the other side, the great prince also came, and the aura of turbulence surged, slamming the halberd, and taking Ning Chen out of the battle instantly.

Xie Chen didn't show up, Ning Chen stumbled again, his chest was stuffy, and soon he vomited with blood.

True Qi has worn out the drama, and it is difficult to suppress the injury in the body, and finally broke out at this moment.

The sudden variables made the old **** Pei and the three dark dragon guards present all stunned. Just about to start again, the old **** Pei's face suddenly changed.

"His Majesty!"

Eunuch Pei stomped under his feet, turned into a streamer and hurried back, he clearly felt that something happened to your majesty!

The three Dark Dragon Guards commanded each other for unknown reasons and looked at each other with surprise and confusion in their eyes.

"Let's stop here, let's go back"

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

"Prince Yan!" The three dark dragon guards led the body with a slight squint, and were terrified.

On the same day, Prince Yan went out of the palace, and they once played against each other to understand how powerful this Daxia contemporary legend is.

They even suspected that Da Xia's legend might have been born.

"Retreat!" The commander of the Dark Dragon Guardian was decisive and said in a deep voice.

There is no chance of victory in this battle. With Prince Yan, it is impossible for them to complete the mission.

The other two commanders nodded, their figures flashed and quickly disappeared into the battle.

The three left, Xia Ziyi looked at the person in front of him, respectfully saluted, and said, "Three Uncles"

"En", Prince Yan, nodded in response, then walked to Ning Chen, palmed and raised Yuan, and injected vast expanse of qi to help him suppress the injury.

Ning Chen Jingshen closed his eyes, the scroll of life was running, and with the help of Prince Yan's true qi, he slowly pressed down the tumbling blood in his body.

"Uncle Three, the teacher is still waiting for my news, Ziyi will leave first"

Seeing that Ning Chen had no worries about life, Xia Ziyi bowed his hand, said goodbye, and then turned and left.

Ning Chen slowly opened his eyes and looked at the leaving Xia Ziyi. His heart was complicated and unspeakable. He was the first time he saw this great prince, but he still felt a little emotion.

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

"Zi Yi is good, but not suitable to be an emperor," Prince Yan said lightly.

Ning Chen didn't refute. His predecessors were true. Being a monarch, benevolence and cruelty are indispensable. The great prince is indeed inappropriate.

Of course, Xia Huang is even more inappropriate.

"Let ’s go home with me first"

Prince Yan swung his hand, the sword frame appeared in front of Ning Chen, calmly said.

Ning Chen said nothing more, picked up the sword frame, and then looked.

Xiao Mingyue was lying on Ning Chen's back, and curiously dragged several swords on the sword stand, but none of them came out.

"Ming Yue, don't be naughty" Ning Chen said softly.

The little girl withdrew her hand and smiled embarrassedly.

"Senior, please keep secret," Ning Chen's words said with a hint of pleading.

"En" Prince Yan didn't look back, he let it go.

Xiao Mingyue was dazed, unable to understand what the two were talking about.

Ning Chen rubbed the little girl's cloth cap without explaining.

When Xiao Mingyue touched the sword on the sword stand, her daughter ’s affairs were no longer secret. In the world, only Prince Yan could feel the sword breath. At first, he only encountered the secret of the fake **** because of the green sword Exposed.

Fortunately, Prince Yan has a weak temperament and doesn't take these things to heart.

Prince Yan's mansion arrived soon. A beautiful-looking maid took Xiao Mingyue back to her room for rest. Ning Chen followed Prince Yan to the study.

"Senior, was the big shock outside the northern Mongolian city that day caused by the sword fight between you and Jiancheng?" Ning Chen hesitated for a moment and asked the question that had been in his heart for a long time.

"En" Prince Yan nodded.

"Did you get that sand sword?" Ning Chen continued to ask.

Prince Yan's hand flicked, and fine sand flew out of the sword rack on the side, immediately condensing into a pale yellow sword.

Ning Chen's eyes shrank, and his curious sword was really nothing strange in the world.

"Jiancheng's sword lost?"

During the speech, a flash of alien color flashed in Ning Chen's eyes. The sword of the sword city was an invincible myth in the hearts of the swordsmen of the world. It was hard to imagine losing.

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

Ning Chen was stunned, not knowing why.

"The king first got there one step, so the sword must be the king. In other words, if he comes first, the sword is his own," Prince Yan explained calmly.

Ning Chen didn't quite understand that his realm was still far away, and he couldn't imagine what happened that day.

At this moment, there was a rapid footstep outside the door, and an anxious voice sounded.

"Informing the prince, news came from the palace, your majesty was assassinated and killed!"

"Why!"

The sudden news surprised Ning Chen's heart, and for a time, he couldn't believe it.

"Let's go into the palace with this king" Prince Yan looked slightly stern, and he responded quickly and said.

"What about Mingyue?" Ning Chen recovered, and could not rest assured.

"No problem, there is a housekeeper in the house, as long as it is not congenital, no one can hurt her," Prince Yan responded.

Ning Chen nodded, carried his sword frame, and left the house with the former.

At the same time, among the imperial city, some people standing at the highest position of the power of Daxia all got the news of the collapse of Xiahuang. After being shocked, they immediately chose to enter the palace.

This is a big shaken event. Xia Huang died too suddenly, and Da Xia will once again fall into a **** storm.

Outside the Temple of Heaven, the three princes, Jiu Qing, and all the princes in the imperial city arrived.

However, at this time, there were only three people most noticeable.

The crown prince Xia Ziyi, the third prince Xia Yanwu, or the tenth prince Xia Mingri!

This is the person most likely to become the new Emperor of the Daxia prince, and will also determine the direction of Daxia in the future.

The Emperor Xia never made a reserve. This is the biggest hidden danger. Now that the Emperor Xia has died, Da Xia's throne has become confused.

In the distance, Prince Yan came step by step, followed by Ning Chen with a sword behind him, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Tonight's big bang, they all heard clearly. Www.wuxiaspot.com ~ was very curious about the protagonist of the eve, and had to say that the new confidant was really big.

Xia Huang wanted to kill someone, but it was the first time he missed.

"See Prince Yan"

The courtiers saluted. Although the legend of Daxia ignored political affairs, it did not hinder him from having the highest title. No one would dare to lose this ceremony.

"Get up," Prince Yan said lightly.

"Prince Xie Yan" the ministers got up.

"Brother, I haven't seen you for a long time." At the same time, Prince Hua stepped forward to greet and sighed.

"Seven years"

As the words fell, a touch of sentiment flashed in the eyes of Prince Yan. The seven-year period was neither long nor short. His four younger brothers had gradually become old.

Years are ruthless, and in an instant, people are aging.

"Brother, alas"

Looking at the Tianyu Temple, Prince Hua sighed again. Although he was imprisoned by the Xiahuang in the imperial city for more than ten years, compared with other brothers of that year, he finally left his life.

After a person dies, all the grievances vanish, and the only thing left is the emotion. Once the hatred has been with him for more than ten years, it has already faded away a lot. Hate for a lifetime.

Now that Xia Huang is dead, there are only three of them who were once a dozen or so brothers.

"Go, go to the temple to send him the last ride"

After that, Prince Yan took steps to walk towards the Hall of Heaven.

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

Soon after, the grandson wore a dragon and phoenix pearl crown and walked in a golden dragon and phoenix clothes. Looking at Xia Huang on the dragon chair, Shen sighed, unable to express joy or sorrow.

In the same wind and rain for more than ten years, the Chinese clothing is now farewell, and the husband and wife are not disappointed.

Above the Dragon Chair, Xia Huang's eyes were wide open, with a big smile on his face, and there was a hint of madness in his life.

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