On the eleventh day of the Liang Dynasty, the sky in Tang Dynasty was gloomy and the dark clouds successfully blocked the sunlight. When Qi Diao Lezheng was sitting alone in the palace, a portrait of Qi Diao Yan Li was spread out on the table. He didn't know which one he had painted. The only thing he could feel was that the painting in front of him was the most satisfying, both in form and spirit, and lifelike, which made Qi Diao Lezheng unable to help but reach out to touch the cheeks of the person in the painting.

Next to the painting is a single planted in a pot. This is a flower that grows only on the mountain plateau in the northwest of Xia Tang. The blue thumb-sized petals start to bloom from the stamen and extend spirally to the middle part of the stem. The petals are stacked with twenty-four petals, which is the most common number, but today this plant has twenty-five petals, which is extremely rare in the natural environment.

"Prince" Zhuo Lingyi walked into the side hall and saluted respectfully.

"It's done?" Qi Diao Le Zheng's two simple words, a slightly hoarse and regretful tone.

Zhuo Lingyi nodded in public. Qi Diaolezheng felt infinite conflicts. On the one hand, he wanted to hear the news of success, but on the other hand, he was very afraid of hearing the news of success. When the news was presented to him, he didn't know whether he should be happy or sad.

"Ying'er" Qi Diao Le Zheng touched the portrait, his eyes full of guilt and reluctance, "Forgive me, forgive me..." He clearly saw that the petal at the top of the Jialan fell, and finally fell to Qi Diao Le Zheng's hand. In this way, it was no longer in the world, and became like Jialan growing in the wild.

"Instruct Yan Tong to bring her body back intact at any cost!"

"Get orders!"

Qi Diaole no longer looked at the portrait, but when she turned her head, she returned to her former coldness. "Master Zhuo, please accompany me to Shahua Youting for a trip." Zhuo Lingyi frowned when she heard this place, but still agreed.

The reason why Shahua Youting makes people feel uncomfortable is because this palace does make people who have been there feel uncomfortable. Although it is also in the Royal Court, it is far away from the Royal Court, like a villa. Two three-story old palaces are surrounded by a circle of broken walls, and the palace gates are so old that they cannot see the color. Although the two doors are closed, you can see the scenery in the palace from the gap in the middle.

Zhuo Lingyi pushed the door without exerting force. The two doors screamed like a whimpering cry. The huge palace was covered with weeds and gravel. The palace near the palace gate adopted the three-eaves of nine-story platform. The most eye-catching thing was the design of the six-story spiral top at the top. The white cornerstone was inlaid with golden edges. Although it was mottled at this moment, it was better than the main body of the main hall. The main hall door was empty and most of the window edges were damaged. The eaves that were originally covered by glazed tiles now only have some hay and dead branches.

The palace with the same regulations in the distance is even more unbearable. The third floor is gone, and the remaining two remaining floors are also ruins. Relying on the two uncollapsed palace walls, someone used bluestone to enclose a relatively closed space.

Perhaps because he heard the wail of the palace gate, the gate of the first palace was opened. A white-haired palace maid poked her head carefully and wiped her eyes as if she was unbelievable when she saw the visitor. After confirming that the visitor was the King of Tang Khan, the white-haired palace maid ran out with a pale face and knelt down to salute, trembling but unable to say a complete sentence. Qi Diaole Zheng looked at her disgustedly, walked past her and walked straight into the palace.

The palace was dim. With the light of some candle heads, the two stepped across the dirty ground, breathing the air mixed with damp, moldy, and rotten smell. When they came to the end of the palace, they could see a person lying on a bed. The curtain of the original color was hanging down. The curtain of the original color was hanging down through the curtain. The curtains of the cube were visible through the curtains. The yellow and white hair was greasy and glued together, the face of the saliva, a pair of half-open and half-closed eyes looked at the front empty, and salivation was constantly left beside their wrinkled mouths.

This living dead person is no other person, Qi Diao Bilong, the former Khan of Xia Tang. He was once a brave king. Ten years ago, he led his troops to capture Yinzhou of the Liang Dynasty. Under his leadership, Xia Tang also expanded his territory and successfully entered one of the three major powers. Even now ten years later, he is just over 10 years old and should not be so dying.

People only know that Qi Diao Bilong suddenly disappeared five years ago, and the power of Xia Tang was handed over to the hands of his son Qi Diao Lezheng, and his whereabouts became a mystery. Some people once speculated that he was tired of fighting and murder, and had already escaped into a monk in order to forgive his crimes. Some people also rumored that he died of illness during the battle. His true whereabouts were only known by his son who was standing in front of his couch at this moment.

Qi Diaole was lifting the curtain, squatting down, calling out: "Father, Father!"

Qi Diao Biron's empty eyes suddenly opened, and his breathing became rapid immediately. He turned his head and looked at the person. When Qi Diao Le Zheng's face appeared in his sight, Zhuo Lingyi obviously saw that there was surprise and fear in his eyes. It was precisely because of this emotion that he began to shake uncontrollably, and he was whimpering in his mouth and wanted to say something.

"Father, I'm here to see you, look at you!" Qi Diaole was combing Qi Diaobilon's hair. "I know I'm wrong. I haven't seen my father for so long. Think about it, it's been three months. In fact, I've always been thinking about my father." Qi Diaole was wearing a creepy smile, "just like a son has been thinking about his sister."

Hearing this, Qi Diao Bilong became even more excited. He struggled to sit up, and the screams in his mouth became louder. Unfortunately, despite his hard work, Qi Diao Le was still pressed on the bed by Qi Diao Le. Qi Diao Bilong kept shook his head, looking at his son with tears in his eyes, as if begging for mercy.

"Father, why are you still the same? My son promised not to hurt my sister. After all, my father is just a biological daughter!" Qi Diaole Zheng specially emphasized the word "biological", "How long has it been since my father met Yan Li? Oh, I have never seen Yan Li again since I moved into Shahua Youting, right?" Qi Diaole Zheng looked extremely regretful and knocked his head with his hand. "Father must forgive me, my son, I forgot to report such important things to my father. Yan Li has long been no longer in the world!" The last sentence was particularly loud. After saying that, Qi Diaole Zheng actually laughed loudly.

On the other hand, the old Khan King looked as if he was ashamed and did not come back to his senses for a moment. He stared at his son with some disbelief. Qi Diaole looked at him very enjoyably, "Yes, you don't have to look at me like this anymore! Yan Li is already dead! She died that night five years ago! I strangled her to death, and I sent her on the way!"

Zhuo Lingyi put his hands together, pinching his flesh hard at this moment, constantly reminding herself not to lose her composure. The white-haired palace maid knelt at the door and kept kowtowing and crying. Every kowtowing of her was extremely hard, and the sound of dong dong dong echoed in the palace.

"It's been five years, and now Xia Tang is mine, you can rest in peace!" Qi Diao Le Zheng widened his eyes, stood up and shouted loudly, "How you played with and abandoned her, I will repay you! The more you cherish, the more I will destroy it. Now everything you have is no longer there, you are the only one left!"

Qi Diao Bilong began to cough violently, blood flowed out of the corners of his mouth, and tears couldn't stop him. He was so sad that he finally looked at the son hard, gritted his teeth and stretched out his right hand slowly. This action seemed to be about to touch, but Qi Diao Lezheng would not give him a chance at all.

"I am the real Khan of the Tang Dynasty!" Qi Diao Le Zheng shouted angrily and turned around and strode away without any nostalgia. The hand in mid-air never fell, and Qi Diao Bilong also returned to his calmness. He watched his son's figure completely disappear, and looked at the Khan Guard waiting outside the palace indifferently.

That's right, Qi Diao Lezheng did not come just with Zhuo Lingyi. The Khan Guard had already been waiting outside Shahua Youting Court. Qi Diao Lezheng walked out of the Youting Court and waved his hand to the guards. All the guards immediately ran into the dilapidated palace and sprinkled the dry firewood and gunpowder that had been prepared. After everything was ready, the leader of the guard handed a torch to Qi Diao Lezheng. He did not look back. He knew that the aging eyes were still looking at him. He also clearly heard the sound of the white-headed palace maid kowtow, but he did not have any pity and threw out the torch. Suddenly the flames bloomed in Shahua Youting Court, as strong as a blooming Jialan. Yes, Jialan, what Qi Diao Lezheng saw was her face and her smile.

Zhuo Lingyi witnessed all this with her own eyes. Her originally fair skin was now squeaking scarlet. Her body trembled slightly, not because of the arrival of night, but because of the person in front of her.

The fire in Shahua Youting lasted for a day and a night. It was not the case that it had been burned for so long. It was entirely up to the command of the chief of the Imperial Guard to keep adding firewood. In the end, nothing was left except ashes. The former Khan was wiped out along with the Shahua Youting.

The next day, when he was about to go to the palace, Qi Diao Le Zheng convened civil and military officials to discuss several major events: First, he made comprehensive preparations for the Khan throne and sent a message to the whole country for the death of his former Khan; Second, the Liang Dynasty killed the Princess of Xia Tang and brazenly tore up the letter of peace between the two countries, Xia Tang must retaliate; Third, he must adopt a joint strategy and join forces with several countries to jointly attack the Liang Dynasty.

The civil and military officials of the court basically agreed on the first issue. After all, they had never met each other since they fell ill. In the past five years, Prince Qi Diao has controlled the state affairs, and what they lacked is the title of a Khan.

Regarding the second article, most officials expressed their anger. One of the three major powers of Xia Tang, he took the initiative to send the princess to marry him, and in exchange for the princess' death in another country. This was a naked provocation against Xia Tang! Only a few ministers believed that there might be misunderstandings in this, but under the pressure of Qi Diao Lezheng and the fierce shouts of revenge by most people, these sounds of rationality were completely drowned.

The last point is that half of the support and opposition are: supporters believe that the Liang Dynasty is now strong in its military strength and four powerful brigades stationed in all directions. If they want to attack, they must rely on the power of other countries; while opponents believe that Xiliang, one of the three major powers, had many frictions with Tang, and had fought against each other several times, and there was hatred. If Xiliang's head and rats were on both ends, once the Tang Dynasty sent troops and Xiliang attacked behind the back, then Tang would undoubtedly be attacked from both sides, while some other small countries had weak power, so it would be harmless to support or not.

After a bustling and noisy for an hour, Qi Diao Le Zheng angrily punched the armrest of the Golden Eagle chair, which calmed down the ministers. After retreating, Qi Diao Le Zheng ordered his attendants to let the six ministries go to Pozang Pavilion to see him.

Pozang Pavilion, located at the top of the mountain, is the forbidden area of ​​the imperial palace. Without Qi Diao Lezheng's permission, no one is allowed to approach it. Compared with the noisy in the lower palace, Pozang Pavilion is a very clean and good place to go. At this moment, Qi Diao Lezheng's imperial killer group - the master of the Six Divisions, has all arrived: Shaji Division, Yuchi Zong, Qingyu Division, Yan Tong, Jingying Division, Zhuo Lingyi, Langming Division, Nangong Che, Chiyan Division, Chiji Division, Long Wen, and Wugu Division, Mo Gu.

The halberd is broken and the green light is resentful, the mirror shadow of Cangjiang night wolf sea

The sword marks are pure and red moon is smelly, and the six divisions take lives without traces

Qi Diaole Zheng finished reciting such a secret poem with great interest, "I have trained you for so long, and now I am the legitimate Khan of the Tang Dynasty. You no longer need to be scruples in your actions. Show your abilities and I will take revenge on the Liang Dynasty!"
Chapter completed!