As the most educated A Biao in the Zhu family, he has read the Kaiyuan Records well.

Abiao stared at the position of the podium. The podium was in the Dengfeng Hall in a holographic projection. Next to the immortal master, there was a majestic man wearing an imperial crown, performing the Dengfeng ceremony with a solemn expression.

This person is Li Longji, also known as Emperor Xuanzong of Tang and Emperor Minghuang of Tang.

Emperor Zhengde Zhu Houzhao got up and walked to the Dengfeng altar, compared it closely with Li Longji who was offering sacrifices to the sky, and then grinned.

"Hey, this kid's appearance is comparable to what I have."

The others also came up to see what Emperor Minghuang of Tang looked like from a close distance.

However, before these people could get to the altar.

The surrounding pictures change rapidly.

This feeling is like a fast-cut scene, interpreting the ultimate prosperous Tang Dynasty at an extremely fast speed. Everyone was stunned, looking around, and looking at the eyes of amazement.

It was a scene of the peaceful and clear rivers, and it was the prosperous Kaiyuan era.

In their ears, there were sounds, either heroic, chic, or pissing mountains and rivers.

"I will be on the top of the mountain and overlook all the mountains."

"Don't worry about having no friends on the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you."

"A concubine riding on the red dust laughs, no one knows that it is the lychee coming."

"There will be a time when the wind and waves are long, and the sails of clouds are spreading across the sea."

"Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, flows to the sea and never returns..."

“…………”

With the echoing of these poems, the surrounding scenery is also changing rapidly. From the first prosperous world, it suddenly turns into beacons that spread across the sky, mountains and rivers collapsed, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

"The car is scattered, the horse is scattered, and the pedestrians are bowed and arrowed. My wife walks to see you off, but the dust cannot see Xianyang Bridge."

"The war is going on for three months, and the letter from home is worth ten thousand gold."

“…………………”

"How can I get thousands of buildings to shelter all the poor people in the world to be happy!"

The picture slowly stopped in front of a broken thatched hut, a man in gray linen chanting this sentence to the sky.

Finally, a sudden change occurred and the picture appeared in a house with Buddha statues.

"here it is…"

"she is?"

Old Zhu Abiao, Old Zhu Di and everyone have not yet taken off from the rapidly changing scene just now.

Ji Boying looked slightly and saw that before he was a woman's desperate and sad face.

"Mawei Post, Yang Yuhuan."

A Biao took a deep breath and served as the audience commentator.

"Is this Yang Yuhuan?"

Old Zhu frowned and stood beside Ji Boying, his eyes also fell on the sad and beautiful face left by tears.

The eyes of more than thirty-odd men were now on the woman's half-covered body.

Even though these emperors and crown princesses have seen countless beautiful girls and beauties, their minds are shocked at this moment.

A poem consciously emerges in everyone's heart.

‘The clouds think of clothes and flowers think of appearance, and the spring breeze blows the threshold and the dew is thick.

If it weren't for the presence of the group of jade hills, they would meet under the moon on the Yao platform.'

Qinglian layman Li Taibai, I am really not to deceive me.

beautiful.

For Yang Yuhuan, only such a simple word can be described.

Among the four beauties that are praised in the world, Xi Shi is unknown to be true or false, and Diao Chanchun fabricates it, only Zhaojun and Yuhuan have the exact person.

In later generations, the saying that "the Tang Dynasty regards fat as beauty" is popular.

But in fact, plumpness and fatness are two completely different concepts. Any experienced veteran driver understands the taste of plumpness.

For example, Shui Bingbing is a perfect interpretation of Yang Yuhuan.

"Hey, hey hey..."

At this time, Emperor Longqing Zhu Zai-ji suddenly became extremely excited when he was not interested in class.

Because in this Buddhist temple in Mawei Post, there are not only Yang Yuhuan, but also two people, the 72-year-old Emperor Minghuang of Tang, and Gao Lishi, who was with him.

At this time, the 72-year-old Emperor Ming of Tang was "take off his clothes". Other emperors and chief officials subconsciously held their breath, and no one spoke, even the monk Yao Guangxiao did not blink.

More than thirty big men gathered together xxx.

‘???’

Ji Boying looked at him and was stunned for a moment.

‘WOC! This thing can really watch movies!’

I was suddenly a little excited, and he suddenly realized that the first perspective was of great use.

Two dry coughs.

"Well, this section is not good."

My mind moved and I directly passed this passage of content that no one liked to watch, and jumped to the picture after everything was over.

The sighs of the emperors were clearly heard.

……………(beginning)…………

In the fifteenth year of Tianbao, Mawei Post.

The imperial guards after the mutiny had surrounded the post station, and Prime Minister Yang Guozhong had been beheaded and displayed in public.

The purpose of these imperial guards' mutiny was simple, and they asked the Emperor to issue an order to kill Yang Yuhuan. The imperial guards who had accumulated their emotions had covered all the source of sins on Yang Yuhuan's body, and their beauty was in trouble.

Buddhist temple.

I've tried it.

Li Longji looked at the sad and beautiful woman in front of him and tears couldn't stop gushing out.

"Yuhuan, it's me."

"I'm sorry for you."

With her hair loose, Yang Yuhuan smiled.

The green jade hand, like tender lotus root, raised up, and Gao Lishi, who was kneeling beside him, handed a strand of three-foot white silk tremblingly.

"If you use the body of Jade Ring today, you can protect Your Majesty from being fully integrated."

"The jade ring is enough."

As he said that, he grabbed Li Longji's hand, used Li Longji's hand to wrap the white silk around his neck, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Sanlang, if there is a next life."

"May you and me never meet again."

Tears fell from the corners of the cinnabar eyes.

Li Longji grabbed two white silk poems, his hands couldn't stop trembling.

He raised his head and held his breath, his face showed determination, and he tightened his strength...

………………(end)…………

The picture is frozen here.

Like a dream, the bubbles shattered, the surrounding scenery returned to the main hall.

Ji Boying swept over the crown princes of the emperor, and could clearly feel a sense of sadness in Lao Zhu, three Zhu Di, as well as Emperor Chenghua Zhu Jianshen, Emperor Hongzhi Zhu Youzhang.

These Ming emperors all have one thing in common, that is, their loyalty.

Seeing the scene where Emperor Minghuang of Tang personally ended his beloved, it is inevitable that he would have some associations.

"The first fantasy ends."

"Who will tell me what I saw from this fantasy."

After the words are finished.

Emperor Longqing Zhu Zai-die was possessed by some demon, swallowed his saliva and blurted out.

"Yang Yuhuan has such a good figure!"

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Chapter completed!