Chapter 311 Emperor Yongshun, Princess Yongle [1 update]
If he could use his own life to exchange for the safety of the people of a city, then what would it matter if he died thousands of times?
Xiang Chen suddenly recalled what his imperial sister once said——
"If a king cannot protect his people, he will be sorry for these two words."
As a king, you benefit the common people.
Be the king and help the world.
This is what a king should do.
Xiang Chen suddenly drew his sword, which frightened the few remaining veterans, and they chased him out one by one.
"His Majesty!"
"Your Majesty, no!"
"Your Majesty is a man of gold and a true Dragon Emperor. You must not despise your own life just because of their words!"
"In the face of death, all living beings are equal, so how can we be the emperor." Xiang Chen looked indifferent, "In the past, the imperial sister dragged her sick body and still tasted the medicine herself to save the people of the world and the common people from the fire and water. This is my principle Life, what does it matter?”
This sentence shocked several veterans who chased him out.
Xiang Chen moved out of Princess Yongning, and the veterans fell silent.
"If the imperial sister is still here, I am not worthy of sitting in this position." Xiang Chen walked towards the tallest tower step by step, "Auntie pushed me up, how can I let them go?"
"His Majesty!"
The veterans were still chasing him, trying to stop him, but they didn't know how.
Ye Banlan slowly closed her eyes and clenched her fingers tightly into fists.
How are they recorded in history books?
——Emperor Yongshun hanged himself to protect the people.
These nine short words shocked her beyond just the moment she saw them.
Xiang Chen, like Princess Yongle, is the two youngest children of their generation.
When the two were born, Ning Zhaozong had already ended the troubled times in the world and unified China again. From childhood to adulthood, neither of them had suffered any grievances.
According to the normal development trajectory, they should have a carefree and smooth life.
Why endure such pain?
The high-rise buildings were all filled with corpses, and some blood had not dried up, which showed that this tragic battle had just happened not long ago.
"I remember in the past that my father always liked to stand here and look at the entire Fengyuan City." Xiang Chen suddenly said, "He would also tell the emperor that this will be your world from now on, and you must protect this land well. Everyone on.”
At this moment, Ye Banglan was standing behind him, quietly listening to him talking to himself.
She knew what was going to happen next, but she couldn't stop it at all.
"Sister Huang, if you were here, you would definitely come up with a better solution." Xiang Chen murmured, "I really don't know what to do once my aunt leaves."
Ye Banlan whispered: "Xiao Chen..."
She is six years older than Xiang Chen and has always taken care of them.
Xiang Chen's talent is not bad, but he is more playful.
But when he sat on the throne, he never neglected to govern the country.
Xiang Chen used a knife to chop off his imperial robe, then bit his fingertips and started writing on them.
After writing the last word, he stood up again, took one last look at the country from a high place, and decisively cut his neck with the knife.
Blood gushes and pain explodes.
But he didn't have the consciousness to think any more, he just sighed quietly and dissipated in the wind.
I just don’t know where China will be after he leaves.
However, the people were fine and he had no regrets.
According to historical records, in the year 1723 of the Chinese calendar, the 16-year-old Emperor Yongshun committed suicide in the high-rise building in the north of Fengyuan City. Before his death, he wrote in his yellow robe: "I have no face to face my ancestors. I will give you my dead body in exchange for mine." The common people should not be defeated by the pride of the Xiang family. I am here to pass on Zhaozong's legacy. The emperor will guard the country. When I go, I will live up to the legacy of Taizu. The king will die in the country. The sun and the moon will shine on the country forever. "
At this moment, the whole world seemed to be quiet, except for the constant sound of wind.
Ye Banglan didn't know how she squatted down. She only remembered that there was a splash of blood in front of her eyes, dyeing her sight red.
There is no other color except blood red.
There was another complete corpse on the ground, and one of her relatives was gone.
Her younger brother, whom she had cherished since childhood, ended up sleeping forever in this blood-soaked land when he was sixteen years old and should have shined brightly.
And she stood here, unable even to collect his body.
Does it hurt?
Ye Banglan thought, it must be very painful.
She is a doctor, so of course she knows how painful it is when she commits suicide.
Isn't Xiang Chen afraid of pain?
I’m also afraid.
But he still did it so neatly.
"His Majesty!"
"Your Majesty!"
Several veterans stood there with tears streaming down their faces.
They were veterans of the two dynasties. They had followed Ning Zhaozong to regain the mountains and rivers, and fought in the south and the north.
They watched Princess Yongning grow up and accompanied Emperor Yongshun to the throne. It is self-evident how deep their feelings are.
"Your Majesty has gone, how dare I live alone." An old minister also picked up the weapons scattered on the ground, "Your Majesty, please walk slowly on Huangquan Road, I will be here soon!"
"Stab-"
The sounds of flesh and blood being scratched came one after another, and there was blood dripping again.
The wind became louder and more people died. Naturally, this movement could not be hidden from the ears of the enemy.
"Sir, Emperor Yongshun has committed suicide." A young general said respectfully, "Should we chop his body into pieces and feed it to the dogs?"
"Killed himself?" The tall man frowned and sneered, "Yes, these Xiang royal family members are more courageous than the last, which makes this general admire them with admiration."
The king of Yan refused to retreat, and the king of Chu fought desperately.
Princess Jingan was armed and changed into red clothes, and Emperor Yongshun committed suicide.
To them, this is extremely unbelievable.
Shouldn't these high-ranking people be more afraid of death?
If you take refuge with them, you can save your life and even gain more power than before.
But if your life is gone, then there is nothing.
"Sir, that little emperor is also stupid. Why does he think that after he commits suicide, we will really save the lives of the people?" The young general smiled coldly, "We should kill all the people in the city and let him die. No peace!"
"No." The tall man waved his hand, "I have said these words before, which means I have made an oath. If this place in China fails to fulfill its oath, it will be punished by God."
"My lord, I remember wrongly. Besides Emperor Yongshun, there is also Princess Yongle." The young general suddenly beamed, "A girl who is only twelve years old must be even more scared!"
"Oh?" The tall man raised his eyebrows, "Is there another member of the Xiang family? Let's go and have a look."
Ye Banlan's expression turned cold.
The murderous intention that had been suppressed for a long time surged again at this moment, almost swallowing up all her sanity.
She exhaled slowly and followed these people forward to Yongle Palace.
This is the Yongle Palace three hundred years ago, resplendent and beautiful.
Three hundred years later, Yongle Palace was a scorched earth. Even if future generations continued to repair it, it would be difficult to regain its former prosperity.
When Ye Banglan stepped into Yongle Palace, the palace was very quiet.
All the palace residents were dismissed, except for a small figure standing in the center of the hall holding a piece of clothing.
This is the twelve-year-old Princess Yongle.
When she left, Princess Yongle was still a six-year-old child.
"Little princess, your brother and your aunt are already dead. What do you think?" The tall man touched his chin, "You are quite beautiful. Do you want to kneel down and beg me? I'm happy, maybe you can let me go." If you do, I can also let you meet our prince, so that the bloodline of your Xiang family will not be cut off."
Princess Yongle didn't speak, just stood quietly.
Even at this moment, her heart was very uneasy.
What would Princess Yongning do if she faced such a scene?
She doesn't know.
When she was born, it was the heyday of the Ning Dynasty. There was Emperor Qianhe at the top, King Chu at the bottom, Princess Jing'an before her, and Princess Yongning after her. She was born to enjoy life, so she was named "Yongle".
She grew up being pampered and she didn't know anything.
But she is the princess of Daning and a citizen of China.
She is from the Xiang royal family and the Xiang family.
She has a backbone and a pride.
It cannot be broken or broken.
Princess Yongle didn't speak, but how could Ye Turn the Lan not see what she was thinking.
"Yongle..." Ye Banlan whispered, "You did a good job, far better than I thought. Sister Huang is proud of you."
She suddenly remembered what happened a long time ago.
After she finished her homework, Yongle came to see her, and the two of them fished and read books by the river together.
This scene happened to be seen by Ning Zhaozong. At that time, he clapped his hands and laughed: "Hahahahaha, I have Yongning and Yongle in Da Ning, and they will definitely last forever!"
But Yongning will never be peaceful, and Yongle will never be happy.
Yongning died young and Yongle burned himself.
She is proud of Yongle.
But it also hurts.
How can you not feel distressed?
Being burned to death with no bones left, Ye Banlan couldn't imagine the pain.
And Yongle was only twelve years old.
At this age, he is still just a junior high school student.
When she left, Yongle was only five years old, and he would hold her legs and call her Huang Jie.
At that time, who would have thought that Daning would be destroyed six years later and that everything would be difficult to trace.
As if she had made up her mind, Princess Yongle raised her head and looked at the tall man with fearless eyes. She smiled slightly: "Okay."
She didn't leave because she had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
The contemptuous smile had not disappeared from the tall man's face, and the next moment, the fire had swallowed him up.
The fire soared into the sky from Yongle Palace, as if it was going to flood the entire world and set heaven and earth on fire.
The fire was set so neatly that even the enemy didn't think about it and didn't even have time to escape. They were all choked by the fire and burned to charcoal.
In the year 1723 of the Chinese calendar, Princess Yongle set herself on fire in Yongle Palace at the age of 12.
At this point, the Xiang royal family was cut off, and the Ning Dynasty, which had ruled China for 384 years, was destroyed.
The picture disappeared, the light dimmed, and a voice came.
"Miss Ye?!"
"Xiaowan?"
Countless voices swirled in his ears, and Ye Wanlan's eyes darkened, and he didn't know anything anymore.
Good morning in the new week~~
The history of the Xiang royal family is about to be completed, and there is still room for King Chu, Princess Jing'an, King Qin and King Xiaoyao~~