"Your Highness, is there any other way to fight that will make you immortal?"
Since his defeat, Li Jiujiang has been spending his days with beautiful women and fine wine, and his life has become more comfortable than before.
He knew that this kind of life was the one that truly suited him. As a hereditary "young master", he should have long since enjoyed the immense wealth that ordinary people could not achieve in several lifetimes.
Why should we sacrifice our lives and shed our blood for someone else's kingdom?
He doesn't want to die!
Not only Li Jiujiang didn't want to die, but Prince Gu Xia Zhu didn't want to die at all. He was already a prince, and like Li Jiujiang, he was very attached to the glory and wealth of this world.
"Hmm..." Prince Gu pondered for a moment, "Of course there is a way."
He and Li Jiujiang, one a prince and the other a Duke of Cao, were not willing to be buried with Xia Chongwen's court.
"Your Highness, what method?" Li Jiujiang asked.
"surrender!"
After hearing these words, Li Jiujiang was stunned on the spot.
The two looked at each other in silence for a moment.
After a while, King Gu gestured towards the north outside the city.
Li Jiujiang turned his head and looked at Xia Yu's dense army in the distance, and finally made a decision in his heart!
He nodded to King Gu, stood up, bowed deeply to him, and said goodbye.
Li Jiujiang slowly walked down the city wall.
“Boom.”
There was a sound of the city gate wheels rubbing against the ground, followed by the sound of the door panel being reversed.
Then came the sound of horse hooves gradually fading away.
The sunlight from the west cast the shadow of Li Jiujiang's galloping horse almost into a line.
The afternoon was about to pass and the sun finally set.
Suddenly, a strange sense of solemnity arose in the entire sky and earth of Kyoto, and the sunlight gradually changed from yellow to an extremely bright red, as if the entire city of Kyoto was soaked in blood.
Xia Chongwen has been living and eating in Fengxian Hall for three whole days.
At this time, he was sitting on the pearwood dragon throne in the Fengtian Hall of the Kyoto Imperial Palace.
One hand gently rubbed his forehead, while the other hand kept stroking the intricately carved flying dragon in the sky on the pearwood dragon throne.
It was rare for him to feel so relaxed in the past few days.
"His Majesty!"
Suddenly, a guard covered in blood, with even his armor punctured, staggered in from outside Fengxian Hall.
His voice was filled with fear and panic.
"What's the panic?"
Xia Chongwen asked in a deep voice without even lifting his slightly closed eyelids.
No matter how bad it gets, Xia Yu is just attacking a few city gates of Kyoto. How bad can it be?
"Your Majesty, Prince Gu..." the guard's voice was a little weak, "and Duke Cao, opened the Jinchuan Gate and surrendered to Prince Ning!"
After the guard finished speaking, he spat out a mouthful of blood. He wiped it off and said, "Ning... King Ning's army has entered the city!"
Upon hearing such bad news, Xia Chongwen's imperial majesty seemed to be stripped away in an instant. He stood up shakily, but suddenly lost his balance and fell under the dragon throne.
Qi Tai and Liang Wen, the ministers Fang Ziru and Liang Wen, hurried to help him, but he pushed them away and shouted, "Master, just run for your life and don't worry about me!"
"His Majesty!"
"His Majesty!"
The two men exclaimed at the same time, and not giving up, they reached out their hands to support Xia Chongwen.
"No!" A hint of doubt flashed in Xia Chongwen's eyes. He asked the two, "Where is Sheng Yong? General Sheng Yong is still in Kyoto. Could it be that he can't resist Fourth Uncle?"
Qi Tai was pushed away by Xia Chongwen again. He staggered and fell to the ground.
At this moment, the thin Fang Ziru suddenly burst out with amazing strength. Although he was pushed back a few steps by Xia Chongwen, as soon as he stood firm, he quickly walked towards Xia Chongwen and held Xia Chongwen tightly.
"General Sheng Yong has also surrendered to Xia Yu. At this point, Your Majesty only has these gentlemen and I left!"
Fang Ziru looked with grief and anger at the few ministers who were still staying in the court.
Xia Chongwen stared into Lord Fang's eyes, an expression of complete disbelief on his face.
"Surrender? Why would General Sheng surrender?"
The extreme suspicion made Xia Chongwen suddenly lose his mind.
He stood up suddenly and roared madly at the two people in the hall.
"Where are my millions of lions?"
"Where is my kingdom and my people?"
"Where are my loyal ministers and righteous men?"
"If...if worst comes to worst, I still have the loyal Duke of Wei?" Xia Chongwen staggered down the stairs.
"Your Majesty, Duke Wei has been tied up by Shen Yixiao and sent to Xia Yu's barracks!"
"Chen Yixiao!" Xia Chongwen grabbed Fang Ziru's hand and roared fiercely, "How dare he? I will kill all his clans!"
“Your Majesty, you sent troops to behead Shen Yixiao in front of the palace yesterday.” Fang Ziru reminded in a low voice.
Xia Chongwen was no longer fully conscious. Yesterday he had killed Shen Yixiao because Shen Yixiao had sent a boat to help Xia Yu cross the river, but now he seemed to have completely forgotten about it.
"He deserves death!" Xia Chongwen said bitterly, "I will also exterminate his entire clan!"
"Duke Wei is Shen Yixiao's eldest brother, so he is among Shen Yixiao's nine clans!" Fang Ziru said.
"But I heard that Duke Wei would rather die than surrender to Xia Yu, and is now imprisoned by Xia Yu." Qi Tai slowly got up from the ground.
"well!"
Only at this time did Xia Chongwen regret his decision. If he had listened to Duke Wei's advice earlier, he would not have been in such a disaster today.
"Hahahahahahahaha...I have actually ended up like this!"
Xia Chongwen laughed so wildly that even his hair fell off.
His eyes were dull and his hair was disheveled, making him look almost insane.
Slowly, his crazy and arrogant laughter became more and more strange, and it made the ministers present more and more creepy.
It has the grandeur of overlooking the world, but also the sadness and desolation that sometimes do not resonate with me.
In the end, the ministers heard Xia Chongwen's low murmur: "Since ancient times, the virtuous have occupied it."
"My fourth uncle is far more talented than me, so why should I be so obsessed with this throne?"
"He and I are both descendants of the Xia family. As long as the world still has the surname Xia, how dare I bring more suffering to the people for my own selfish reasons?"
Xia Chongwen seemed to be comforting himself, but before he finished speaking and laughed, Fang Ziru suddenly stood up.
He grabbed Xia Chongwen's sleeve with all his strength, disregarding the etiquette between the monarch and his subjects, and shouted, "Shut up!"
"Xia Yu is a traitor. He betrayed the late emperor and failed him. Even death cannot redeem his sins. Heaven will always rule. Your Majesty will restore order and eliminate Xia Yu! How can Your Majesty give up so easily?"
Fang Ziru's voice was sonorous and powerful, but at this moment Xia Chongwen's face was expressionless.
You hour.
The sunset over Kyoto City sank faster today than usual.
As the fiery red sun gradually disappeared into the mountains outside Kyoto, the darkness in Kyoto was dispelled by torches that were lit everywhere.
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