Empty White
A white arrow flew out.
Kill Anle, save Tai Chi.
I did not stop, the arrow shot without thinking.
He killed King Anle with one arrow, drew his bow and shot another arrow.
Inside the Yongle Palace, a long and shrill howl was heard.
It could not withstand the sound of arrows flying from Taiji Palace into Yongle Palace.
"Yan Feixian!"
With a roar, an arrow was lost.
"My name is... Li... Jun..."
It should be a farewell.
These were the last words King Ning said to me before his death.
His last words were incomplete and he fell to the ground.
King Ning was killed by an arrow in the throat.
The fire starter fell to the ground along with King Li's death.
Li Silang——Li Junzhan.
Another King Li died at my hands.
Outside the hall, the sounds of arguing between the left and right ceased.
The men and women of the Li family rushed into the Yongle Palace like red fish in the lake. Prince Wei took the lead. He was eager to fight for the throne. He did not believe that it was Prince Anle who died, and he did not believe that the saint was safe and sound.
Although King Anle is dead, the sage may not still be alive.
I drew my bow and was about to shoot the third arrow to pierce the King of Wei's evil heart.
Li Wulang slipped while running and half of his body was covered with kerosene.
The Queen Mother took down Qiongqi, and the mask beneath it did not have the scars I had carefully carved.
King Anle died, the sage was born, and I put down my bow and arrow.
The saint escaped death, the empress dowager was terrified, and the queen mother was almost speechless and in tears.
His Majesty looked at me and I looked at him.
There was no joy of coming back to life on his face, nor was there any calmness and indifference. There was only a false look of being frightened.
At that moment, I knew that I had not conspired with him, but was an accomplice by coincidence.
Princess Heng took off Prince Anle's mask while crying. Under the mask, there was another mask. The scar accompanied Prince Anle from birth to death. Princess Heng cried bitterly for the prince who came from Luoyang.
In the whole Chang'an, only Yuwen Wuyou shed tears of true love for King Anle.
Unfortunately, this is the only true love that King Anle has, and he is not worthy of it until his death.
Princess Jinyang cried while holding Prince Ning's body.
Some people cry, some are happy, some are laughing, and some are sad.
The Yongle Hall was noisy again, and everywhere was still busy.
I took advantage of the chaos and took the fire starter that Prince Ning dropped on the ground.
No one noticed, no one saw, only the emperor who had just experienced life and death saw it.
Tears dripping with kerosene.
I walked out of the Yongle Palace alone, step by step, to the edge of the East China Sea Pool, and to the surface of the lake that was full of water.
In a deserted place, I opened the fire that nearly cost Yongle Hall its life, just to verify my guess.
It opened, as I expected, without sparks.
The sky was clear in early summer, and I couldn't help but sneer. After sneering, I couldn't laugh anymore.
I became suspicious from the first moment I saw the Qiongqi mask.
In an emergency, lives are at stake. At this critical moment, the world is in chaos and there is no time for me to discern the truth.
It is easy for the emperor to kill people.
But it had to be done under the Queen Mother's nose, with the Queen Mother's tacit approval and order, so that everything could go smoothly. When life and death were the only option, King Anle had to be killed.
This is not an easy task.
In a critical moment, protect the emperor and sacrifice King Li.
The queen mother of a country is the emperor and the monarch.
Choose one of the two.
Empress Dowager Feng naturally abandoned Prince Anle.
The feud between Feng and Xue, the fratricide between brothers, and the struggle for the throne.
Prince Ning had already plotted rebellion, so he made a desperate attempt. Everything seemed ready, as long as there was a spark in his hand.
The three men in Yongle Palace and the two young men from the Feng family will definitely die.
If they died, Silang could avenge the Xue family and be freed from the suffering of years of imprisonment.
The blood feud is deep, and a saint is not an immortal, so how can he have the divine power to turn swords into plowshares?
All he has is supreme power.
On this day, there were doubts everywhere in Yongle Hall, and everything was wrong.
Prince Ning entered the Taiji Palace with the permission of the sage.
How did kerosene get brought into Taiji Palace?
Looking at the weapon in my hand that couldn't catch fire, Your Majesty and Prince Ning might have reached some kind of deal long ago.
Maybe it was to restore his royal status, maybe it was to restore his freedom, or maybe it was to protect his only three remaining blood relatives.
Unfortunately, Prince Ning made a miscalculation. I would rather kill than let go. No matter whether the one in Prince Ning's hand is real or fake, no matter whether Prince Ning is loyal or treacherous, I will shoot the second arrow.
When the saint died, the government and the country were in chaos. I am addicted to gambling, and I can't afford to gamble on the Yongle Palace that day.
Once Prince Ning dies, the things he and Your Majesty planned may turn to ashes and no one will know about them anymore.
Perhaps, this is also a slow chess move carefully made by Your Majesty.
The sage tied up King Anle and handed the bow and arrow to me.
The arrow is on the string, I have to shoot it, King Anle's life is at stake, I want it more than I can, I don't care, I have to kill him.
I jumped for joy for the death of King Anle, but I couldn't describe how I felt about the death of King Ning. Saints are immortal, but I am angry and regretful that I couldn't kill Henu when I had this good opportunity!
The acting must be so realistic that it is difficult to find fault with it.
The Queen Mother doesn't trust anyone else but me.
Li Junming, you may not be convinced by my words, but you are convinced by my heart.
My mother did it for He Nu, and King Guangcheng did it for the saint. The bow and arrow will eventually be passed into my hands.
I hate King Anle so much that I must kill him as soon as possible.
The Saint and I are sworn enemies, and even in death we can recognize each other's enemies.
King Anle is doomed to die.
That day, the Queen Mother acquiesced, the Queen Mother permitted, and the Queen Mother begged.
I shot King Anle with my own hands.
Fish and deer, I, the Queen Mother, Prince Anle, Prince Ning, all the children of the Li family, and even Prince Rong in the coffin, are all fish and deer.
Only saints are fishermen, and only Your Majesty is a hunter.
I was the one holding the bow, the one who died was King Anle, the one who perished was King Ning, and the winner that day... could only be a saint.
For the sake of a lowly commoner like King Anle, the sage made everyone inside and outside the palace sweat profusely.
He really doesn't deserve it, but he deserves it.
King Anle spent half his life imitating a saint, so it is his Majesty the Emperor of the Li Dynasty who should die in his place.
I died for my king, for He Nu, and for a saint. I think he should be smiling in his grave.
The sage set up a trap and deceived the Queen Mother. He was the mastermind and I was an accomplice. Even if there were eight streams of running water in Chang'an, they could not be washed clean.
It is not clean, the blood color also fades, and red is the most eye-catching.
Under the rule of a sage, we are all foolish fish in the water and lost deer in the forest.
I threw the weapon that couldn't catch fire into the East China Sea Lake. That time, I was willing to destroy the evidence for He Nu.
Without waiting for Prince Rong to be buried, I rode back to Xingningfang alone. I told Ah Xiang and Yuan Xiao that I would not go to Luoyang.
"Not going to Luoyang?" Yuan Xiao asked me.
"Then let's go to Langya?" Ah Xiang suggested with a smile.
Luoyang is the territory of King Wu'an. I injured King Anle, but I can still shirk responsibility and make excuses.
In full view of the public, I killed King Anle of Luoyang and King Wu'an's only biological brother. I have no excuse and no reason to deny it.
Prince Wu'an will not let me go, and Empress Dowager Feng will not let me go to Luoyang.
To save my life, I will never go to Luoyang in this life.
"No, we're not going anywhere. We'll just stay in Chang'an..."
I had more important things to do, and that day, I seemed to see the best opportunity.
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