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    back garden,

    nave;

    All around, the doors and windows were closed tightly, and black curtains hung all over, blocking most of the sunlight.

    Inside, the furnishings are simple and it looks very empty;

    "Squeak"

    The door was opened from the outside, and a court lady came in holding a brocade box.

    Once in,

    The court lady felt a biting chill;

    It's not because there is no charcoal basin in this temple, but more, it comes from psychological pressure, which makes people feel uncontrollable fear in their hearts.

    She walked forward,

    Try not to make the slightest sound.

    At this time, behind a black curtain, a half-figure walked out, it was Wei Zhonghe.

    ? Wei Zhonghe stretched out his hand,

    The palace lady handed over the brocade box.

    Immediately,

    Wei Zhonghe turned around,

    The maid also turned around,

    One, to the darker depths;

    One, after walking outside the gate of the palace, it was like the rest of his life after a catastrophe

    "Your Majesty."

    Wei Zhonghe opened the brocade box, inside, a silver pill was quietly placed.

    Emperor Yan is not lying down, nor is he dying of old age,

    He sits on a chair,

    The expression is solemn;

    He doesn't look like an old man, but his whole body already has a smell of dying candles.

    Emperor Yan stretched out his hand,

    The movement is very slow,

    He put this silver pill in front of his eyes,

    the corner of the mouth,

    With a touch of self-mockery.

    "Wei Zhonghe."

    "The slave is here."

    "Tell me, if people outside saw this scene, how would they describe me?"

    "Slaves dare not speculate."

    "Hehe, they will say that when the emperor of Dayan was young, no matter how good he was in martial arts and martial arts, when he died, he was still the same as those dying emperors in the history books;

    Obsessed with seeking immortality and medicine,

    In vain attempt to continue life with the power of pills,

    Ah,

    to pursue,

    The illusory,

    Immortal.  "

    Wei Zhonghe didn't dare to interrupt.

    Yanhuang held the pill in his hand and looked it up and down carefully.

    "I realized very early on that in this world, there is absolutely no immortality.

    Practitioners, such as alchemists, such as qi refiners, who have cultivated to a certain level, can indeed increase their lifespan, which is much more than ordinary people;

    ?But the kind of people who frequently enter meditation, retreat in caves, practice on mountains,

    ?Fifty years of practice, not eating fireworks in the world, nothing more than fifty years of lingering life than ordinary people;

    This kind of 'Longevity',

    you say,

    In the end it was a loss,

    Still earned?  "

    "Your Majesty, this servant thinks that it's better to live a tighter life. If it's too long, it'll be too vain. If it's too vain, it'll be too bland. If it's too bland, it'll be tasteless."

    Wei Zhonghe is a Qi refiner and a master. He once came to the door alone and blocked the Baili sword;

    On the way of refining qi, I have my own opinions.

    Of course,

    A slave's opinion,

    Naturally follow the master.

    "Taking pills is the same as taking poison Even I, I never expected that this day would happen to me."

    "Your Majesty"

    Wei Zhonghe can't say that His Majesty must be prosperous and blessed.

    The supreme being in front of him, even at this time, has been relying on pills to maintain his daily clarity. Even though his physical condition has deteriorated to an outrageous situation, he still does not allow himself to rest.

    He said that as a monarch, one can die, but not be confused, let alone lie on a sickbed, dying but not die.

    "Zhen, if you live for a day, you will be an emperor for a day, so you can't just go on in a daze."

    Having said that,

    Emperor Yan smiled,

    "Hehe, the one from the state of Chu has been lying on the sickbed for several years. What is the delay? It's his son's time, it's his time in the state of Chu.

    Cough coughcough cough"

    Yanhuang began to cough violently.

    Wei Zhonghe immediately stretched out his hand, please caress his back, and breathe again.; "Princess of the barbarian tribe, marry into my Ji family as a daughter-in-law, little prince of the barbarian tribe, respect me as uncle;

    Those people said,

    Barbarians,

    Don't talk about etiquette,

    For profit, for the present, you can sell everything;

    fool,

    Damn!

    Barbarian court,

    The picture is huge!

    The more arrogant the front, the more respectful the back. That old man is paving the way for his son. The old man has been making preparations for most of his life. His purpose is to restore the glory of the barbarian royal family in the hands of his son.

    Liang Ting's opinion is the same as mine. The barbarians are sharpening their knives. Although they will not move in the past five years, after ten years, they will definitely move eastward and invade our Zhuxia!

    I,

    Can't give them a chance,

    As the emperor of Dayan,

    absolutely not to the barbarians,

    The slightest chance!

    I,

    It is to unify the Xia,

    But the premise,

    are barbarians,

    Can't enter the side!  "

    It can be said that in the thirty years since the old barbarian king became the barbarian king, there have been almost no large-scale wars between the barbarians and the country of Yan.

    But Yanhuang never underestimated his old neighbor,

    even,

    In my heart,

    I am very appreciative of this old neighbor.

    It is conceivable how terrible it is for a person who is willing to "do nothing" all his life just to pave the way for the next generation.

    the most important is,

    Barbarians,

    has never faded,

    It is still so strong,

    desert,

    Still the best cradle for the birth of warriors and barbarians;

    The decline of barbarians,

    is the weakness of the royal court;

    And once the royal court rises again,

    In response,

    A hundred years ago, the blood feud that had fought with Dayan for countless generations will be awakened again.

    ?But Wei Zhonghe was a little shocked. Although he was the closest person to the emperor, he really only just found out. It seems that there is still a war?

    Seems to have guessed what Wei Zhonghe was thinking,

    It seems to be clear that the ruling and opposition parties will be the same as Wei Zhonghe;

    Emperor Yan said in a deep voice:

    "I want to set an example for future generations. Being a king depends on not conspiracy or trickery, but on the general trend, the general trend!

    For the king,

    When every step,

    All stepping on the general trend,

    Not to take advantage of the situation,

    It's where you go,

    Wherever the momentum arises.  "

    Speaking,

    Yanhuang's gaze was fixed on Wei Zhonghe.

    Wei Zhonghe immediately knelt down,

    road;

    "The slave understands."

    These words must not be shared with a third person.

    Of course, this is the most obvious;

    A deeper level is that the government and the public must monitor public opinion well, because some people can see the clues from the transfer of personnel and materials, that is, wait and see the direction of the wind.

    It's just that the relationship between Dayan and the barbarians is actually better than Hegan and Chu.

    ?Because when Dayan used troops against Gan, Jin, and Chu several times, the barbarians never violated the side, which can be described as extremely sensible.

    If a war suddenly starts in a hurry,

    Morally,

    It is really completely untenable.

    "Tick tocktick tock"

    A few drops of bright red swayed on the map of mountains and rivers.

    Emperor Yan reached out and wiped the tip of his nose, his palm was stained red.

    but,

    Emperor Yan didn't care about this.

    He just stared hard at his feet, staring at the "desert" under his feet.

    "I will recite this infamy."

    Emperor Yan raised his head slightly,

    "Taking advantage of me, I'm not dead yet.?
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