"Can it be imitated?" Xiang Qian later asked Fang Bidao.

Fang Bi thought for a while and could only say that he would do his best. After all, Wei's Tiger-class warship was not just about building a large area. It also involved various technical issues, such as draft, balance, and other things that are conducive to combat.

Design, etc., without any drawings, it would be too difficult for Song Mo to imitate Wei to build a tiger-class warship.

After a while, Fang Bi said goodbye.

Looking at Fang Bi's leaving figure, Xiang Qiao's impetuous heart calmed down a little.

But what he didn't expect was that at this moment, his Song Dynasty general "Chen Si" hurried to his study.

Chen Si was also a general of the Bei Bo Army. When the private armies of the nobles in the Wei State violently recaptured Song County, it was this man who led the army to attack and kill the second son of Pingcheng Hou Li Yang and his family general Bu Ying. He was a rare

A brave general, like Li Huo, was Xiang Ding's right-hand man, and was now responsible for the defense of the entire Tengcheng.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Chen Si coming over anxiously, he frowned and asked.

I saw Chen Si glance at the few soldiers outside the study. After dismissing them, he said to Xiang Xiang: "Prime Minister, Your Majesty, he... he wanted to escape. When he passed the city gate, he was accidentally killed by one of my subordinates.

The taxi soldiers stopped..."

"..."

Xiang Xuan opened his mouth, dumbfounded.

To be fair, in today's Song Dynasty, although Xiang Ding is handling all affairs, big and small, as the prime minister, he is by no means a powerful minister. It's just that Song Wangzixin does not pay that much attention to the restoration of the country.

In fact, at the beginning, Zixin just couldn't resist Xiang Xuan's persuasion. Otherwise, how could the former be willing to be the fearful monarch of the Song Dynasty? He might be beheaded by the Wei army at some point.

"Your Majesty, where is he...?"

Xiang Qian asked in a deep voice.

Chen Si clasped his fists and whispered: "The last general has secretly sent the king back to the palace."

After hearing this, Xiang Shen immediately went to the palace, and Chen Si quickly followed.

The so-called royal palace is just the largest mansion in Teng City.

In the study room of this mansion, Xiang Qian met their prince of the Song Dynasty, Wang Zixin.

Unlike in the past when she wore royal robes, today's Song Wang Zixin is wearing the clothes of ordinary people and holding a package in her arms. At first glance, it is obvious that she is trying to pretend to be a commoner and sneak out of the city.

"Your Majesty..."

Xiang Ding called out with a complicated expression.

"Prime Minister, Prime Minister..."

Compared with Xiang Xiang, Song Zixin's expression was more complicated, including embarrassment, shame, and more of a loss.

He waved his hand to signal Chen Si and the soldiers guarding Zixin in the room to retreat together. Xiang Dian sighed deeply and asked, "I heard that your Majesty... you want to escape... from here?"

Zixin lowered his head in shame, but then he raised his head again and said sincerely: "Prime Minister, I respect your character. Although there are rumors in the world now that Prime Minister you want to restore the country, but you have other agendas, but I think

It must be clear, Prime Minister, you are a true loyal minister of our Song Dynasty! But... human beings have their own destiny, and God's will cannot be violated, so why should you always stick to the past?"

After a pause, he continued as if he was complaining: "When the Prime Minister came to me, I didn't want to be the king, because I knew that the Song Dynasty had been destroyed, but Prime Minister, you said that there are still people in the Song Dynasty.

The opportunity came back, and I was persuaded by you, Prime Minister; but now, Wei has defeated South Korea and defeated Qi. As the prime minister said last year, Wei's crisis has never come, and Wei is getting stronger and stronger."

Having said this, he took a long breath and said with a wry smile: "Ever since Wei defeated Korea and since Wei King Zhao Run came to the throne, I have been unable to sleep all night long, for fear that I would be in this palace before going to bed and wake up again.

He opened his eyes, but he has become a prisoner of the Wei army..."

"..."

Xiang Ding opened his mouth, but was speechless.

It has to be said that when he heard that Zixin wanted to run away with his family and children, he was very angry.

After all, everything he did was for the Song Dynasty and the Song royal family that he had loyal to for generations. Unexpectedly, before he, a minister, gave up, the descendants of the Song royal family abandoned their country one by one, preferring to remain anonymous.

He wanted to live the life of a wealthy man and was unwilling to shoulder the burden of restoring the country. Even Zixin, the only courageous descendant of the Song royal family, has now shrunk.

But when he heard Zixin's sincere words, the anger in his heart disappeared, and what was left was only disappointment.

"Your Majesty...have you made up your mind?"

Licking her dry lips, she asked bitterly.

Perhaps out of shame, Zixin did not dare to look directly into Xiang's eyes, but nodded slightly and whispered: "Prime Minister, now I just want to live my life in peace..."

Xiang Ding looked directly at Zixin, nodded after a while, and asked with a bit of bitterness: "Where does your Majesty want to go?"

Zixin raised her head and saw that Xiang Qian had no intention of sarcasm, so she whispered: "I have family property in Xuedi..."

Xiang Qian shook his head and said: "Xue Di has been occupied by Huan Hu, so it is not a suitable place to settle down."

"Then..." Zixin secretly glanced at Xiang Xuan's expression and said tentatively: "Now, I'm afraid Wei is the most stable country? I heard that Wei does not exclude outsiders."

"..."

Xiang Ding's face stiffened for a moment, then returned to its original state, he smiled and nodded, and said as if he didn't care: "Indeed, now, the Wei State is indeed the most stable..."

That night, Xiang Xuan sat alone in the study room of his Prime Minister's Mansion.

At this time, his desk was still full of official documents waiting to be processed. On normal days, he would definitely handle these official documents diligently, but today, he had no such interest.

The country's fall was second to none. As a monarch and a descendant of the Song royal family, Zixin only wanted to escape from this place and survive in the world.

This left Xiang Ding deeply confused: What is the meaning of everything I have done in the past twenty years?

"Man has his limits, but God's will cannot be violated..."

After muttering something to himself, Xiang Qian swept the documents on the desk aside, picked up a pen and wrote the following words on a piece of paper: "The person the King of Wei hates is Xiang Qiao, not others..."

It was written eloquently and filled up a piece of paper.

Immediately, Xiang Dian put the letter into a wooden box, called his close guards, and told him: "You must cross the river overnight and hand it over to the Wei general in Huling."

The confidant guard nodded, turned around and left holding the wooden box.

At this time, Xiang Xuan poured a packet of powder into a jug, shook it a few times, and drank the wine in one gulp.

"Father, brother..."

When he was dying, Xiang Ding seemed to see his father and brother. They were eagerly greeting him to get on the chariot and fight to the death with the Wei army.

"It would have been nice if I had died on the battlefield with my father and brother..."

Whispering, Xiang Dian's hand dropped weakly.

"Pah——"

The ceramic wine bottle in his hand also shattered on the ground.

When the guards outside the house heard the commotion and rushed in, they were shocked to find that Xiang Ding had been sitting on a chair, his head drooped, and he was no longer breathing.

"Prime Minister, Prime Minister?!... Someone is coming! Someone is coming quickly!"

There was a lot of noise in the Prime Minister's Mansion in Tengcheng.

On the eighth day of September in the third year of Wei Xing'an, Xiang Fang, the youngest son of Xiang Ju, the hero of the former Song Dynasty, and the last loyal minister of the Song Dynasty, died at the age of forty-five.
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