Chapter 810

Dali City

palace

At noon, the sun was hanging at the highest place in the south, but it was not as hot as the flame. Under the shade of trees in the imperial palace of Dali City, there were no little eunuchs who were lazy in the past day, nor those imperial guards and bodyguards, because they were busy running for their lives.

When the news of the broken city spread to the palace, all the people were crazy. The panicked people began to run out without even considering changing their clothes. It seems that if they don't run, they will die. Before running, greedy people go to the palaces to collect some valuable things and put them in their arms, hoping that these things can bring some help to their future life. Rational people return to the room and quietly wait for that moment, because they know they can't be slaughtered.

The corridor was a mess, and a slender figure walked slowly. No matter how bright the sun could not take away the loneliness and depression of his back. The scenery was still so beautiful, but he was so sad.

Prince Murong changlan of the state of Yan walked with an expressionless face. He saw a horizontal knife on the ground that he didn't know who abandoned it and bent down to pick it up. Then he seemed to have made a decision, turned around and walked to the hall dedicated to the spirit of his ancestors. There are many rows in the hall, which are the holy places of the emperors of the great Shang state.

His Highness the prince doesn't know that these people actually have no blood relationship with him.

The tip of the horizontal knife slid across the ground. The sound was very harsh.

Murong changlan stopped at the gate of the hall and looked back at the palace he was most familiar with. The meaning in his eyes was very complex, including sadness, nostalgia, reluctance and determination. He carefully looked at everything he could see, then went into the hall and knelt down in front of the spirit tablets.

"Ancestors..."

Murong changlan knelt down and kowtowed his head: "Several decades ago, the Sui people's army conquered Yongzhou, and the great merchant destroyed the country. The father emperor escaped through all kinds of hardships and re established the country in Dali city. His children and ministers could understand the father emperor's helplessness at that time. In order to continue the great merchant, they had to grovel to the enemy country and even regard him as the son emperor. These humiliations were just to keep the blood of the Murong family."

"My father has done well enough, but it's just not the right time. Dayan worries about domestic and foreign troubles, and his ministers don't care about ministers, and the people don't care about the people, so that he doesn't care about monarchs. My father has always wanted to revive the power of the Murong family, bear humiliation and develop national strength. My ministers know that he has tried his best, but it's difficult to make a difference in this era. Today, the royal blood of the Murong family may be coming to an end. It's unfilial , I have reached the weak crown, but I haven't added to the Murong family, but... It's precisely because of this that my son and Minister don't have to make any cruel choice today. "

"My father left me, but I don't blame him."

Murong changlan sat up straight, looked at the spirits above, and said calmly: "the cultivation of the father emperor is amazing. If he escapes alone, he still has a chance to go out. If he takes me, it will inevitably be a drag. As long as the father emperor can go out, he should be able to make a comeback in the future."

"Now that my father is gone, someone in the Murong family must be responsible for today's national destruction. Let me do it."

Murong changlan kowtowed again: "my son has had the dream of revitalizing the great Yan since he was young, so I don't like literature but martial arts. I always think that one day I can raise troops north to restore rivers and mountains and raise the grandeur of the Murong family in the past. I have Ling Yunzhi in my heart, but I don't have the opportunity to show my ambition. Twenty years and months have wasted. It's a pity for my son that I can't shed my blood for the prosperity of the Murong family."

"There are three great hates for the children and officials. First, the enemy country is too strong and the big Yan is weak. Second, the courtiers are eccentric and can't share morality. Third, they are weak and embarrassed to take on great responsibilities."

He raised his head and said slowly, "if all ancestors and ancestors have spirits, please protect our father and emperor from this disaster. On the day of the destruction of the country, the soldiers outside are still bleeding for the Murong family, and as the male ministers of the Murong family, they dare not wait. I only wish to return to the Murong family in the afterlife, raise 100000 soldiers and break Chang'an."

He kowtowed for the third time, then grabbed the horizontal knife on the ground and pointed it at his heart: "the country is broken and people die."

When he said these four words, he stabbed a horizontal knife into his heart.

At the moment when he fell down, a despondent figure fell outside the hall. It happened that he saw Murong changlan's body fall down.

"No!"

The man screamed miserably, and then knelt down softly: "Lan er... I should have told you that you are not a descendant of Murong family. You have nothing to do with these people. Your father is wrong. Your father cheated everyone, including yourself and you, for the throne. If I told you all this early, you wouldn't do such a stupid thing!"

"Lan'er, why are you so stupid? When you die in front of these people's holy places, they will only laugh!"

Emperor Murong of the state of Yan wept and fell to the ground. Where did he care about the bright clothes?

"Wrong for father!"

He cried: "wrong! A father shouldn't escape first. If I took you with me, you wouldn't do that. I hate it!"

He struggled to get up and stumbled into the hall. He took a look at the young body on the ground and burst into tears. He went to Murong changlan's body, leaned over to pick him up and walked outside the hall. When he came to the door, he turned back and brushed his sleeves, rolled his inner strength, and the holy places he worshipped were scattered.

"I've pretended enough. You people don't have to laugh at me. I stole your Murong family's territory and give it back to you now."

He took his son's body and walked towards the main hall step by step.

"Lan'er, your surname is not Murong, your surname is Chen."

As he walked, he said, "being a father is not Murong shame, but Chen Yandong. Our Chen family's ancestral land is no longer Peicheng, but in a small village 200 miles south of Yongzhou. You are the Chen family, not the Murong family."

He said all the way, tears wet his front. After walking to the gate of the main hall of the Imperial Palace, he seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then smiled sadly: "Lan'er, if you die, what's the point of being a father even if you escape alive? I'm guarding the rivers and mountains for you. Now, the rivers and mountains have nothing to do with us."

He put Murong changlan's body on the Dragon chair, then went out and came back soon. He carried a big jar in one hand. It was the old wine stored in the imperial dining room, with a strong and fragrant taste. Murong shame broke the wine jar and sprinkled the old wine around.

Overthrowing the crane lantern in the hall, the fire soon spread and burned down the curtain.

He sat on the Dragon chair next to Murong changlan and watched the flame rise gradually.

"Actually, being a father didn't want to take you out of the palace to be a farmer and give you some farming skills instead of the way of kings. Speaking of it, even being a father doesn't know what the way of Kings is. Being a father knows that as long as you are given time and you inherit the throne, you will make Dayan powerful and unparalleled. Being a father has always believed that you will become a Ming King... But Unfortunately, my father didn't keep it for you until that day. "

"Originally... How to get, how to lose."

Murong shame curled up on the Dragon chair and slowly closed his eyes: "decades of wealth and glory, but a void. I got so much, so I lost so much. People of Murong family, come back to me when I go down. There is no big Yan country in the world. In fact, there has been no big business for a long time."

The flame is all over the sky

The main hall was swallowed by the sea of fire.

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Weihide Temple

Fang Xie patted the white lion on the forehead, let him stay on the ground, and then walked into the temple gate. Speaking of, this is the first Buddhist place Fang Xie stepped into. When he took refuge in Dali City, the great monk mistakenly met him several times, and Fang Xie's understanding of Buddhism at that time was completely hidden from the monks in the temple rather than the Dalun temple in the western regions.

Now, Fang Xie's impression of Buddhism has completely changed, but he kept it from these people in the temple.

Fang Xie now also believes that if you follow the rules of Buddhism in the western regions, all the monks in the temple are rebellious. If we follow the rules set by the first generation Abbot in Weiji temple, monks today can be called fake monks... This is all because there is a big monk in Weiji Temple who has been a monk by mistake, but he is in the world of mortals.

When Fang Xie walked into the temple gate, two little monks in gray were quarrelling at the gate. There was no fear of breaking the city at all. The two men were red in the face.

"The abbot said that if we meet a woman we like, we will be allowed to return to customs and have children. Now I have a crush on the granddaughter of the Chen family in the alley. Why do you say I broke the rules and regulations?"

A little monk said solemnly that he was seven or eight years old and pinched his waist. He looked like the truth was on me. Another little monk was five or six years old, and his mouth was a little dull: "what the abbot said is that you like her, and she likes you. Now you like her, and she doesn't see you. Why do you return to the common customs?"

"Why do you say she doesn't like me?"

"It's because she looks at me."

The seven or eight year old monk was stunned for a moment, and then cried, "have you ever thought about me like this? Can we eat and sleep together and chant scriptures together?"

Seeing him crying, the six or seven year old monk panicked and quickly came forward to wipe his tears: "it's a big deal... It's a big deal that we ignore her. I think it's more important that we're not bad."

"Well, you keep your word and pull the hook!"

Fang Xie couldn't help shaking his head and laughing. He said that the slight concealment in the temple was still so shocking. He stopped to listen to the dialogue between the two little monks and laughed more and more brightly. The monk came out by mistake. Seeing Fang Xie standing there, he immediately shook his head and sighed, "turn around and tear them apart. The bright eyes and bright teeth of the little girl were lost to the man... Alas!"

Fang Xie laughed, hugged his fist and said, "I've seen the big monk. Thank you, big monk."

"Thank me for what?"

Mistakenly asked the great monk.

Fang Xie said with a smile: "forget, just remember to thank you."

Mistakenly, the great monk nodded: "just forget it. It's not good to remember."

Knowing what he meant, Fang Xie stepped up the steps and asked, "is the sweet scented osmanthus cake in the temple so delicious?"

Mistakenly, the great monk shook his head: "the one who made osmanthus cake returned to customs and went home ten years ago."

"Why?"

Fang Xie asked.

Mistakenly, the great monk said, "because I sat at the door crying, I pity that such a good person as myself has no offspring. It's too poor. He looked scared and ran away that night. Alas, I didn't cry once or twice. Why can't he look so hard?"

People who cry have long been open to it, but they can't see it when they see others crying.

"The great monk has great wisdom."

Fang Xie praised.

"What did you say you were here for?"

Mistakenly asked the great monk.

"Come and thank you."

"Empty handed?"

"Er... I'm in a hurry. I forgot to prepare gifts. Next time, I'll bring some good gifts."

"Come and see off!"