Martial Arts: Defeat Liu Bai With A Sword At The Beginning And Suppress Snow Moon City

Tai'an City.

It's extremely cold tonight.

Although the bright moon hangs high in the sky, it still carries a bone-chilling chill.

The moonlight was like frost, freezing the entire Tai'an City.

The howling wind roared past, seeming to blow away the ancient city.

Zhao Zhuan was walking in the silent palace. For some reason, there was no one in the palace.

Moreover, there is an uneasy atmosphere.

"Come here! Come here!" Zhao Zhuan shouted loudly, but no one responded to his words.

"Where are the people! Where have they gone?" Zhao Zhuan yelled in panic, his voice echoing in the silent palace.

His tired eyes glanced around.

Then, what was a majestic palace one second suddenly turned into ruins the next second.

Zhao Zhuan only felt a lightness under his feet, and then he fell uncontrollably.

"Ah!" Zhao Zhuan, who was sleeping, suddenly woke up and sat up, breathing heavily.

The yellow nightgown on his body was soaked with cold sweat.

Fortunately, it was just a dream.

He dreamed that the entire palace was in ruins, and he fell from a bottomless abyss.

Today, Zhao Zhuan is becoming more and more haggard.

His hair seemed to have sprouted countless white hairs overnight, and his face was pale and without any color.

Deep wrinkles have appeared in the corners of the eyes and forehead.

Now Zhao Zhuan no longer has the energy to find a concubine to sleep with.

The Zhao family's luck is gone. He simply cannot afford to carry a huge dynasty. The Tuanhui situation is like this.

However, even so, he was still unwilling to give up.

"Come here! Where is Han Diao Temple! Go and find Han Diao Temple for me!"

Not long after, Han Diao Si came to Zhao Zhuan's palace.

Seeing Zhao Zhuan's appearance, he was really shocked.

At this time, Zhao Zhuan was still sweating coldly. His nightgown and pale hair were soaked with sweat and only clung to his body.

His eyes were bloodshot, as if he would bleed in the next second.

He clearly looked like a dying man, without any trace of the majesty of an emperor.

"Your Majesty, you..."

Han Diao Si looked at Zhao Lu in horror [but couldn't say a word for a long time.

Zhao Zhuan sat on the dragon bed and did not go to see Han Diao Temple. Instead, he said quietly as if talking in his sleep: "I just had a nightmare."

"I dreamed that this palace turned into ruins, and I dreamed that I fell into endless darkness..."

He seemed to be talking to Han Diao Si, but also seemed to be mumbling to himself.

"…«Your Majesty," Han Diao Si sighed and said: "Dreams are the opposite. Your Majesty is blessed with great blessings, and the Liyang Dynasty will surely last forever."

The further he spoke to the end, the softer Han Diao Si's voice became.

Because he himself didn't believe what he said.

"Eternity? Haha... dragon"

Zhao Lu shook his head and said: "There is no need to comfort me. I know that this is impossible."

"It's just..." His face was extremely painful: "It's just that my ancestors handed over the country to me, but I did it like this. How can I have the face to meet my ancestors? "

At this moment, an extremely panicked voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Your Majesty! Emergency military situation, it's not good! It's not good!"

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An orderly soldier pushed them away and stumbled to Zhao Zhuan without caring about anything else.

"Your Majesty, no, no, no, no, it's not good!" He said out of breath: "Spy report, Beijing, Beiliang..."