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Chapter 362: King of Yan and King of Chu [2 more]

He will stick to the promise he made and guard the southern border forever.

If I die, of course I must die on the battlefield.

At this moment, Xiang Qingtian was like the god of war, brave and invincible.

There was fearlessness in his hawk-like eyes and a faint smile on his lips.

Ye Wanlan stared at the familiar face in a daze. In the six years since she left, Xiang Qingtian had not changed much. He was still the elder who liked to tease her in her memory.

She was not mistaken; this iron belt hook inlaid with gold was indeed an antique belonging to the King of Chu.

She vaguely remembered that Ning Zhaozong had mentioned to her the origin of this iron belt hook inlaid with gold. It was given to her by his and the King of Chu's father, the previous emperor.

Among Zhaozong's generation, Prince Chu was the youngest child and the most beloved by the late emperor.

Therefore, Xiang Qingtian's personality became a lot more arrogant.

This gold-inlaid iron belt hook is as old as the King of Chu.

In front of Xiang Qingtian were the foreign enemies that Ye Wanlan had seen in the first historical review.

Their attire is very modern, and their weapons are no longer thermal weapons, but use light instead.

Ye Wanlan’s eyes narrowed.

But three hundred years ago, even Beilu, which was able to compete with the Ning Dynasty, was still an ancient monarchy, and it was absolutely impossible for people to dress like this.

Could it be that this group of enemies is related to Nanling Sea?
"Xiang Qingtian, tell me, why are you taking the trouble to guard the southern border for your brother's son?" The tall general laughed and said jokingly, "More than 20 years ago, you were defeated by your brother. Now you are willing to lower your status. With your strength, if you rebel against the court, who would dare to say a word?"

Ye Wanlan's expression became stern and his eyes gradually became serious.

This group of enemies actually knew very well the intricate relationships of the Ning Dynasty at that time, even including the struggles and conflicts between Xiang Qingtian and Ning Zhaozong.

Even she only knew what happened in the past when she heard Zhaozong occasionally tell her about it.

But this group of enemies knew everything that happened in Ning Dynasty more than ten years ago.

Could it be that they had already set their sights on Shenzhou even earlier?

Xiang Qingtian frowned, apparently realizing that the enemy seemed to know too much about him.

"King Chu, if you follow us now, I promise that I can let Ning Dynasty stay." The tall general's smile deepened, "After that, you can become the emperor of Ning Dynasty and sit on the throne you have longed for."

"What a joke! No matter how much I fight with the imperial court, it is my own business. Who are you?" Xiang Qingtian laughed coldly. "How can I allow foreign races like you to be so presumptuous in the Shenzhou Continent?"

He really wanted to be in a position above everyone else, but if the price was to split China, he would be the first to jump out and oppose it.

The tall general didn't expect Xiang Qingtian to refuse without hesitation. He stopped smiling and said, "In that case, you can go down with your loyalty and become a lonely ghost!"

"Buzz!"

The picture is completely finalized at this moment.

Ye Wanlan saw Hejia again. He was making some clever mechanical devices in the tent.

He was also confused when he suddenly received the message from the King of Chu thousands of miles away.

"Uncle Wang?"

Hejia's voice also came from the screen, clear and faint. Obviously, at this time, the northwest had not yet been invaded by foreign enemies, but it was only a stick of incense before and after.

"I'm here." Xiang Qingtian drew out his knife. "Nephew, there's no time to say more. You have to watch every scene that follows carefully."

Far away in the northwest, Hejia could clearly hear his words and see the blood on his face.

Hejia stood up suddenly: "Uncle Wang?!"

He knew Xiang Qingtian's strength, and it was absolutely impossible for anyone to let Xiang Qingtian get injured like this.

But then, Hejia saw another group of people in the picture.

At the same time, Ye Wanlan also saw the word "creepy" for the first time on her brother's face, who usually had no expression.

"Nephew, swear to me with your life that you can't let these people invade Shenzhou." Xiang Qingtian spat out a mouthful of blood. With the sword on his body, his breath was unstable and his voice was intermittent. "Did you hear me? Don't forget your promise to me!"

The tall general lost his patience: "Kill him!"

The sound of flesh being torn apart made He Jia's eyes bulge: "Uncle Wang!"

"King Yan!" Xiang Qingtian spat out another mouthful of blood. He turned back sharply with sharp eyes, "Did you hear that? I can die, but you cannot enter Shenzhou. King Yan, did you hear that?!"

His body was covered with wounds. Even if the Taiyi Divine Doctor came, he would be powerless to save him.

He Jia took a deep breath and finally uttered four words: "I swear."

These four words are stained with countless blood.

Even if Xiang Qingtian didn't say so, he would certainly not let these people set foot in Shenzhou.

"Okay, okay! I feel relieved with your words." Xiang Qingtian finally smiled, "I will go down to look for little Yongning before you."

After a lifetime of fighting and arguing, everything is a mess.

But when faced with a powerful enemy, he chose to take the lead and die bravely.

Xiang Qingtian murmured: "My descendants, even if they despise me, must still respect me."

Ye Wanlan clenched his hands and answered him softly: "Yes, uncle." Xiang Qingtian clearly had the ability to establish himself as king, but after Ning Zhaozong ascended the throne, he asked to leave the capital and stationed his troops in the southern border, and would not return unless summoned.

Born in troubled times, bid farewell to war.

His achievements in this life are enough to clear his name.

As if in a last gasp, Xiang Qingtian pulled off all the sharp weapons on his body and laughed again: "Come and fight!"

What Xiang Qingtian wants is to ride alone on the road to the underworld!

The road to Wangchuan is long, it is enough for him to go alone.

The picture disappeared, and the Wanli sound transmission also stopped at this moment.

This also means that Xiang Qingtian's life has come to an end.

But he still did not fall down. Instead, he supported his body with the hilt of the knife and stood on the vast land of southern Xinjiang.

The Xiang royal family will neither live on their knees nor die on their knees!
The tall general frowned and asked coldly: "What is he talking about?"

"Admiral, I didn't hear it clearly." The young general was also confused, "The voice was too low."

"Forget it. What's so good about the words of a dying man?" The tall general waved his hand calmly. "I don't know how he sent a message to King Hejia of Yan. Unfortunately, it didn't work."

Their overall strength far exceeds that of the Ning Dynasty. Even if a genius like Hejia knew the enemy situation in advance, what could he do?

As long as you do not submit to them, there is only one outcome, and that is death.

Everything Xiang Qingtian did was in vain.

The enemies didn't hear clearly, but Ye Wanlan was familiar with lip reading. She saw Xiang Qingtian said the last sentence, which was only four words -

God, state, all things, prosperity.

Ye Wanlan was so shocked that his soul seemed to be shaken out of his body at this moment.

She remembered something that happened a long time ago. At that time, her handwriting had already taken shape and she had just started to learn calligraphy. Xiang Qingtian asked someone to ask her to write a piece of calligraphy for him.

The content of this calligraphy is "Shenzhou Wanxing".

He spent his entire life interpreting the four words "Shenzhou Wanxing" that he wrote. They are so profound.

At the last moment of his life, he shouted "The Ning Army is mighty" and "Long live China", and then resolutely went to his death.

However, this period of history was not recorded in history books, and everyone who witnessed this war, including the King of Chu, has died.

The historical records about the fall of the Ning Dynasty are just a few sentences over and over again.

But these few words have already reflected the eventful lives of these people.

The picture fades and the historical review ends.

To outsiders, only a few seconds had passed.

Therefore, everyone was surprised when Ye Wanlan suddenly burst into tears.

"Xiao Wan?" Yan Tingfeng whispered, "Why are you crying suddenly?"

There was a rare hint of panic in his voice. He took out a tissue and wiped her tears.

Ye Wanlan did not say anything, but just tightly grasped the gold-inlaid iron belt hook in his hand.

"How much?" Yan Tingfeng raised his head.

The vendor saw that although he was wearing a mask and a hat that completely covered his face, he still had an extraordinary demeanor, so he opened his mouth directly: "One price, two hundred thousand."

Yan Tingfeng looked indifferent. He took out a check and threw it on the stall.

At this moment, Ye Wanlan also calmed down.

She stood up silently, still holding the gold-inlaid iron belt hook.

Professor Shen spoke gently, "Wanlan, what is this iron belt hook?"

Ye Wanlan came back to his senses and shook his head gently: "I need to go back and confirm it."

Professor Li observed it carefully and said in a low voice: "Judging from the craftsmanship, it should be from the Ning Dynasty, but we can't confirm which period of the Ning Dynasty it is from."

The Ning Dynasty had three periods, which were the most studied by later historians - Tianqi, Qianhe and Yongshun.

Ning Taizu founded the Daning Dynasty, and Tianqi was the first era name of the Ning Dynasty.

After ending more than ten years of civil strife, Ning Zhaozong changed the reign title to "Qianhe".

"Yongshun" was the last period of the Ning Dynasty. Xiang Chen chose "Yongshun" as the reign title, implying good weather and good harvests forever. Unfortunately, this wish did not come true.

"Is Miss Ye okay?" The director was also worried. "Let's continue with the rest of the filming. Mr. Yan, please accompany Miss Ye to her residence to rest first."

Ye Wanlan did not refuse, she really needed some quiet time.

Arriving at the residence, Yan Tingfeng bent down slightly and said, "If you have anything, just call me directly."

"Yeah." Ye Wanlan nodded. She lay on the bed, carefully looking at the gold-inlaid iron belt hook in her hand.

However, the next second, with a "pop" sound, the gold-inlaid iron belt hook in her palm suddenly shattered!
Uncle Wang is actually the most realistic, he is a complicated person~~
See you tomorrow~~