However, when it comes to the people under his rule, on one side there are no people dying of hunger on the road and they live and work in peace and contentment; on the other hand, there are people dying of hunger all over the land and the harsh government is as fierce as a tiger.
The power of the world is still in Nangong Jin, and the historical wave is rolling forward, dragging the Jing Kingdom forward, and the general trend is unstoppable.
In the third year of Yong'an, Nangong Jin attacked the capital in the name of King Qin, and was able to clear up all his grievances.
After that, the lives of the people of Li were turned upside down, and it was known as the light of Jing Kingdom in history.
——"Chronicles of the Kingdom of Jing·New Interpretation"
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In the third year of Yong'an, Jinse led his troops and stationed themselves not far outside the moat of the capital, looking at the big bronze bell on the city gate tower.
That's where Nangong An was killed.
There are still two black blood stains on the clock, and for some reason no one has cleaned them up.
After more than two years of long-distance fighting, Jinse became tanned, but it did not affect her appearance at all, and instead added a different kind of charm.
She tilted her head and glanced at Xie Xiuqi, especially his skin color, which had not changed at all, and couldn't help but be jealous.
What is a grown man doing for nothing? Why is she the only one who is guilty?
Xie Xiuqi laughed loudly: "What are you thinking about, madam?"
"I miss you." I miss you why you can't tan.
Jinse hooked Xie Xiuqi's little finger and deliberately brought him to the sun.
Xie Xiuqi tightened his fingers on hers and pressed them against her ear.
"Don't make trouble, it's still clear sky and white sun. If you want, we will..." (1,000 words are omitted here.)
The more Jinse listened, the redder the tips of her ears became and the brighter her eyes became.
She couldn't help but sigh, who would have thought that Xiao Qiqi, who used to be shy and blushing, could grow into the LSP he is today in just two years?
"My lord!" Xiao Hei was now really tanned and showed a row of white teeth when he smiled, "The mistress's plan is really amazing. I heard that the palace is already in chaos."
Xie Xiuqi, who was halfway through speaking, immediately pursed his thin lips tightly, his air pressure dropped, and he glanced at Xiao Hei lightly.
Xiao Hei's smile disappeared instantly: Otherwise, he leaves?
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In the palace, the former second prince and now the emperor Xie Xiuming was cursing at the emperor.
"I am the emperor of the Jing Kingdom who can inherit the unification. Why do you want to help an outsider!"
"King Qin? What a joke. I have been on the throne for three years, and now you are just a dying emperor. How can you say that you are King Qin!"
The more Xie Xiuming thought about it, the angrier he became, and he slapped the old emperor on the face with a crisp sound.
The old emperor's condition was even worse than before. He was so skinny that he looked like he might die at any moment.
But every time he was judged by the imperial doctor that he would not survive, he miraculously survived.
Thinking of the army stationed outside the capital, Xie Xiuming felt extremely anxious.
He has only been emperor for more than two years, and he still doesn't want to die.
By the way, Xie Xiuming's eyes lit up and he left in a hurry, leaving only the old emperor's hateful look on the bed.
From the concubines in the harem, a crisp slap came, followed immediately by the sound of a woman sobbing silently.
Ronghua shook his hands, feeling extremely disgusted.
"Nangong Yu, who are you showing this to?"
"If it weren't for your sister Nangong Jin's rebellion, why would my consort be trapped in the border for three or four years without being able to come back?"
The left side of Nangong Yu's cheek was swollen as high as a fist, and the pain was so painful that she was numb, but she covered her mouth desperately, not daring to make a sound.
"Concubine, what's wrong with you? Are you crying in pain? Concubine, if you don't cry, An An will blow it for you."
A boy about the size of a pea, who looked to be two or three years old, ran up to Nangong Yu, pursed his lips and blew hard.
When Ronghua saw this scene, he became angry and raised his palm again.
"The child born to a little bitch is indeed a bitch!"