The death of the king

Yang Xuan is from the Di tribe, so naturally his princess is also from the Di tribe.

The Qiuchi regime was originally formed by the Di tribe, a minority tribe. In order to ensure the purity of their bloodline, the Qiuchi royal family always married women of their own tribe as wives and concubines.

He Lianhuan asked Yang Xuan's princess to come out to accompany him. This was no longer an insult to the country and regime of Qiu Chi, but more importantly, it was an insult to the Di race!

At this moment, Yang Xuan really wanted to let He Lianhuan know what it means to be angry and bloodied, but judging from the way he frequently clenched his fists but then relaxed them, it was clear that he still didn't have the courage.

"His Royal Highness, you don't know, but the princess is also good at music. If the prince is willing, I can let her play a piece of music for his highness."

When he said this, Yang Xuan's heart was bleeding.

Compromised!

He finally compromised!

Even if he changed his words, it would not change the fact that he compromised.

That means there is no historian in Qiuchi, otherwise the history books would definitely have left the shameful sentence "Prince Xia asked the king of Qiuchi about his concubine, Wang Xianzhi".

When Helian Huang saw Yang Xuan's promise, he immediately laughed and walked away, leaving Qiu Chi and his ministers looking at each other in confusion.

"Woo!"

As soon as He Lianhuan left, Yang Xuan lay on his back in the arms of his younger brother Yang Nandang and cried loudly.

The king of a country was crying like a child at this time. He said to the left and right with his trembling voice: "I have been in Qiuchi for 128 years. During this period, although there were big countries that relied on their own strength to oppress us, but I

How could I have ever been humiliated like this today! It’s me, Yang Xuan, who has failed my ancestors in Qiuchi, and it’s me who has failed the people of my Di tribe!”

Yang Xuan cried and vomited out a mouthful of blood and fell straight into Yang Nandang's arms.

"Brother Wang!"

"Lord of the country!"

"Healer! Healer!"

"..."

Everyone immediately became confused, carried Yang Xuan back to the palace dormitory, and called doctors to treat Yang Xuan.

The rescue lasted until nearly night, when Yang Xuan finally came to his senses slowly, and what he saw was the beating candlelight and his younger brother Yang Nandang.

"Brother Wang! You should rest well. The doctor said that your blood is attacking your heart. You must not be stimulated again!"

Yang Xuan woke up and kept coughing, as if he had something to say.

Yang Gandang slowly lifted Yang Xuan's body up and let Yang Xuan lean against him. Unexpectedly, Yang Xuan's next words made Yang Gandang burst into tears.

"If you dare to do it, you won't be able to do it alone. Ahem."

Yang Xuan only said one word, and then he started coughing uncomfortably. Yang Gandang quickly raised his arms to help Yang Xuan follow the Qi movement on his back to relieve his pain.

"Ahem."

"Brother Wang! Don't say frustrating words! You should have a good rest first and don't hurt your body again!"

Yang Xuan shook his head with all his strength: "If you don't say it, I won't have time to say it."

"Now is the troubled autumn. Emperor Liu Yizhen of the Song Dynasty moved the capital to Chang'an and pointed his sword straight to the north. The leader of the Hu Xia Kingdom, He Lian Bobo, captured Longyou, and everyone in the world knew that he coveted Guanzhong."

"The eldest son of Gu, Baozong, is still young. It is difficult to protect our country, Qiuchi Sheji, in such a situation..."

Yang Xuan held Yang Nandang's hand: "If you think about it carefully, only Nandang can take on this important task!"

Yang Nandang was shocked when he heard this. Before he could refuse, Yang Xuan took his arm and said in his ear: "When Nandang succeeds to the throne, if he can save the country, he will do his best. If not, he will ask the Song Dynasty

Surrender and ask the Emperor of the Song Dynasty to move the Di people like us to Guanzhong or Shu!"

After finishing speaking, Yang Xuan patted the back of Yang Nandang's hand heavily: "Gu endures the humiliation and bears the burden all because of me, Qiu Chi Sheji! Please Nandang agree to Gu! Otherwise, Gu may die with his eyes open!"

After hearing what Yang Xuan said, Yang Nandang finally stopped refusing.

"Brother Wang, don't worry, I will definitely risk my life to defend my Qiuchi Sheji!"

"Um."

Yang Xuan's face turned rosy when he saw that Yang Nandang agreed.

"Then let it be like this. Tomorrow I will issue an edict for you to inherit the throne!"

"I believe that Qiu Chi and the Di people will be far better than they are now under your leadership!"

The two brothers chatted for a long time, talking about their envy of Liu Song, about the hardships in the past, and about the future where they didn't know where and what was ahead of them.

After chatting until midnight, Yang Nandang resigned from Yang Xuan and asked Yang Xuan to have a good rest.

After Yang Xuan and Yang Gandang finished explaining their affairs, they felt a lot more relaxed and no longer depressed as before.

Just about to relax and fall asleep.

The tinkling sound of strings sounded, and this beautiful and moving melody made Yang Xuan lose his mind for a while.

He lit an oil lamp and carried it out of the room, only to hear the sound of the piano coming from the palace room next door.

Although it is said to be a palace, in fact, the entire Qiuchi Palace is just a slightly larger courtyard, with only a dozen steps between palaces.

Yang Xuan searched for the sound of the piano and came to the palace on the other side. The sound of the piano was somewhat familiar to Yang Xuan, but he couldn't think of a reason after experiencing a coma, so he could only follow his instinct and step into the palace.

Slowly pushing open the door to the sound, the scene he saw made Yang Xuan dizzy.

I saw my beautiful princess sitting in front of the piano and playing without any green hair, and underneath her lay the Prince of Hu Xia, He Lianjuan.

He Lianhuan was shocked when someone came in. He hurriedly sat up and realized it was Yang Xuan.

This made Helian Huang's nerves relax. At the same time, the princess also raised her jade neck, and after a moment, she collapsed on the strings.

"It turns out to be King Wudu!"

Helian Huang left the princess with a smile, took a piece of clothing and put it on, and then praised Yang Xuan: "No wonder King Wudu praised the princess for her proficiency in music. When I saw her today, she is really a beauty from heaven, which makes people forget to leave!"

Yang Xuan pointed at He Lianhuang, but couldn't say a word for a long time.

Then, he raised the oil lamp high and wanted to throw it at He Lianhuang.

And He Lianhuan was also agile. He dodged Yang Xuan's attack and kicked Yang Xuan to the ground.

"Ouch!"

Yang Xuan's screams in pain and the sound of the oil lamp falling to the ground caused the guards outside to rush in quickly. However, these guards were He Lianhuang's personal soldiers, so how could they help outsiders in front of their master?

?

"Brother Wang!"

Yang Gandang, who had just left and returned, rushed over and helped Yang Xuan up.

"Brother Wang."

As soon as Yang Gandang's fingers touched the back of Yang Xuan's head, he felt something was wrong. He took his hand out and saw that his palm was already covered in blood!

"Brother Wang?"

Under the faint moonlight, Yang Gandang discovered that Yang Xuan's head had been knocked open with a big hole, and the blood had soaked Yang Xuan's entire back at some point.

"Brother Wang..."

The warmth of the body in his arms slowly faded away, and Yang Gandang's heart and Yang Xuan's body gradually became colder.

Slowly laying Yang Xuan's body flat, Yang Gandang raised his head and looked at He Lianjuan with ferocious eyes like a wolf.

"It was you who killed Brother Wang!"
Chapter completed!