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With Wu Sansi, who was being tortured by Shangguan Jin, the head was cut off by Tang Song, the scenes of tortuous and bizarre dramas staged by the inner palace of the Shendu were finally concluded that night.

Although the result of the battle for imperial power ended with the unexpected victory of King Luling Li Xian, the people who were trapped in this big battle became increasingly busy.

There was such a big stir in the palace city. In order to successfully ascend the throne, Li Xian and his wife didn't know how much planning they had to do or how many people they met during this golden time from dawn. Di Renjie and Wu Youyi naturally had to follow them. Taiping and the five thousand soldiers to deal with. Even Shangguan Wan'er had to inspect the entire inner court, soothe the panic palace people, and ensure the stability of the inner court.

Therefore, since Wu Sansi's death, Tang Song has become the only idle person at the moment

After Shangguan came home first, he asked him to go to Luoyang city gate to welcome Chen Xuanli tomorrow morning, Tang Song walked slowly towards Wu Zetian's bedroom alone in the lonely night wind.

The previous chaos came too quickly and the turning point was too urgent. All parties devoted all their energy to saving lives or the battle for imperial power, so no one here was concerned about the busy scene of Li Xian and his wife. I am afraid that they will not have time to come until dawn and then discuss the matter behind Wu Zetian.

Just now, the approaching and encirclement of the palace army scared the courage of the palace people. They retreated while the encirclement was closed. All the palace people in the bedroom had fled without a trace.

Therefore, when Tang Song walked into the yard of the bedroom with the uneven pale moonlight, the emperor's sleeping place was actually deserted and silent. There were occasionally three or two crows crying at night on the dead trees in the courtyard. Not only did it not bring some vitality to the bedroom, but it increased the distant desolation.

The moonlight became increasingly bleak, just like Tang Song's face after he stopped his thoughts and emotions. Step by step, he slowly walked into the main bedroom of the lamp tree, which was still bright and bright.

The silence of death in the bedroom made every footstep sound so harsh. Tang Song, who had been here for several years, seemed to have returned to the beginning of time travel. Everything in front of him seemed so unreal. He was stepping into the historical smoke that made people want to stop talking.

When I separated the somewhat messy second-level monofilament tent in the palace with my hands, this feeling became strong. The silent roar rolled in my heart. Two doors with a strong historical vicissitudes suddenly opened in front of him.

Opening the curtain and walking in, Tang Song saw the luxurious layout, the blood dripping on the ground, the lodged beast-shaped incense burner; he saw the unparalleled Qibao high couch and the woman on the couch with loose skin, old, tired and full of silver threads after taking off her makeup.

Wu Zetian still maintained the silent palace in the palace, and the woman who died on the couch should have been a terrifying scene, but for some reason, Tang Song didn't have any fear in his heart, and even the unreality when he came in just now disappeared completely.

It seems that the moment he saw Wu Zetian, he walked into the door of history that opened suddenly, truly integrated into this flowing river of history, and became a part of it.

After watching Wu Zetian for a long time, Tang Song took another step. His steps were very light, as if he was afraid of something disturbed.

Pick up the incense burner that was rolling diagonally on the ground, and sent the little palace maid's body to the other side of the tent, and then sorted out the messy palace rooms one by one. Tang Song was doing all this silently without saying a word

After the palace was sorted out, Tang Song washed his hands and wiped it dry. Later, he arrived at the Qibao Gao couch that he had never touched before.

When Wu Zetian, who was holding up the messy Wu Zetian, placed it on the high couch, Tang Song did not expect that this tall woman who had been looking down on the world and looking down on the people for many years would be so light.

After putting it in, Tang Song took all the things. He first wiped the blood on Wu Zetian's forehead and face carefully, and then used a comb to sort out her messy silver wires one by one.

In the end, Wu Zetian, who was meticulously tidied up on the couch, returned to the dignity that a deceased and an eternal empress should have.

After doing this, Tang Song brought the wine and after placing it in front of Qibao Gao's bed three times, he sat at the end of the bed with a wine cup and drank it in one mouthful.

It was cold and the wine was cold, but after it penetrated the throat and intestines, it was like a fire, and sipped in one mouthful. At this time, Tang Song was drinking alcohol that was not as good as a natural drink, but swallowed it with a large mouthful of whale.

When the wine was over, footsteps sounded outside, but Tang Song had never heard of it. He picked up a long hairpin on the height of the couch and knocked on the empty golden cup, which was as sharp as the rhythm.

With the crisp sound of dinging, Tang Song was speechless and indescribable, all the emotions that were gushing out with the smell of alcohol, turning into four long songs of twenty-seven words:

How can a hero disappear in seven feet? The persecution of the mountain and mausoleum qi turns into a tide

Immortal Lord's heart is iron-clad, when will he be born in the world of genius?

On a quiet cold night, the lonely palace made Tang Song sing with wine spread far and wide, echoing with the wind between the red walls and yellow tiles.

At the opening of the tent, Princess Taiping and Shangguan Wan'er walked in, and behind the two, a Di Renjie with an iron-faced expression was followed.

The three of them saw the neat palace and then Wu Zetian who was sleeping peacefully on Qibao's high couch. They all looked at Tang Song at the same time. Different expressions were the same complexity.

Tang Song vented all the unspeakable emotions in his heart with the scent of alcohol and Changge. He originally planned to leave, but when he saw Di Renjie come in, he stopped his steps.

After looking at Tang Song, Di Renjie walked straight to Qibao High Couch and stared at Wu Zetian for a long time. He suddenly bowed down and bowed heavily.

After the three rituals, Di Renjie stood up and walked out without saying a word during this period.

Just when Di Renjie had already walked to the tent, Tang Song suddenly asked: "Duke Di, since Hongmeng has developed, there is only one empress. Is she a good emperor?"

Di Renjie stopped, and then he said in a distant voice: "In order to achieve the imperial career, the saint used cruel officials to intimidate the ministers. Although the family members of the Li Tang royal family did not avoid it, she was not a good emperor."

As soon as this said, Shangguan Wan'er and Princess Taiping's faces changed. They did not expect that Di Renjie would speak so directly in front of the emperor's spirit.

However, after sighing, Di Renjie's voice came again, "The saint held power in the world for more than 30 years, scattered taxes, stolen martial arts, saved labor and made people live in peace. In the past 30 years, the population of the world has surged by 2.35 million households and more than 13 million people. Since the end of the Han Dynasty, this has been unprecedented in Zhenguan's rule, since the Hongmeng was opened, how many emperors can be such? Of course, she is a good emperor."

After saying that, Di Renjie opened the tent and walked out without saying anything. Now he is already a well-deserved pillar of the court, especially Jun Li Xian's Dinghai Dinghai Needle. He has to be too busy with too many things. Being able to take this experience tonight at this moment actually shows a lot of things.

After Di Renjie left, Taiping and Shangguan Wan'er stood in front of Qibaogao with complicated expressions for a long time, but perhaps because their emotions were too complicated, or perhaps because the other party was there, they didn't say anything in the end, just stared silently and saluted silently.

Before the ceremony of Taiping was over, a palace servant came to pass on the message outside the tent, saying that the King of Luling wanted to see the princess

Taiping continued to finish the ceremony meticulously, got up and looked at Tang Song, glanced at Shangguan Wan'er, and then went there.

After watching her go out, Tang Song took Shangguan Wan'er's hand and hugged her in his arms.

Shangguan Wan'er was in a low mood, "This is the spiritual front..."

"We hid it from her before we were alive. If we hide it from her at this time, we will be disrespectful." As soon as this said, Shangguan Wan'er no longer broke free and allowed herself to fit in the embrace that she actually needed so much at this moment.

Tang Song didn't say anything else but just hugged Shangguan Wan'er tightly, trying to give her more comfort and warmth

The silent embrace lasted until a long time later, Shangguan Wan'er, who gradually calmed down her emotions, opened her mouth and tried to say something, but she didn't know what to say for a moment.

At this moment, Tang Song gently sealed her lips with his cheek, "Everyone has Wu Zhao, Di Gong, Taiping, I have, and you naturally have it too. This belongs to you, why do you need to say it? It is difficult to explain clearly, so why do you need to say it?"

Shangguan Wan'er nodded silently, very heavy

"When you clean up the mess, you will leave the palace. I will take you to visit Nanshi City to see the Persian Husband, go to Songwu Shengping Tower to listen to Sisi's lyrics, take you to everything you want to go, and see all the scenery you want to see."

"As soon as I entered the palace gate, I was like a sea, and I still grew up in the deep palace. I have been with the emperor for 16 years. Whether it is in the Li Tang royal family or among the Wu clan, I know too much about what I shouldn't know. It's not that easy to leave the palace." These words have clearly reached Shangguan Wan'er's mouth, but she thought of Tang Song's leisurely and fascinated expression at this moment, but in the end she didn't say it, but instead smiled gently, "It's so good."

Then, Shangguan Wan'er came out of Tang Song's arms and pulled her out of Wu Zetian's bedroom. She said as she walked: "It's not too late for me to do something later. Anyway, this palace affairs will not be handed over in three to five days. What will you do in the future?"

As soon as Wu Zetian died, Tang Song's appreciation from the emperor naturally disappeared, and his biggest backer also fell under the current turbulent court. How would he handle his own way is not unwilling to worry about Shangguan Wan'er.

Tang Song is really annoying when it comes to this. The development of the general sciences, the change of the imperial examinations, and of course the big thing Lu Yuanfang explained. He really wanted to do something real, but if the current situation wanted to achieve something, especially if it was a difficult thing in itself, it would be impossible without effective political support.

But when it comes to seeking political help, Li Xian is obviously not successful. According to historical experience, Empress Wei is not reliable. As for Taiping, since she saw her with her own eyes lifting off the fragile side exposed by the thick outer armor, Tang Song really dared not press her on her body.

If a woman, without the decisive and sharp mind as hard as a knife, but only wants to be an emperor, she would be a time bomb. Maybe she is a good ally in exchange for interests, but she must not tie her life together with her. Otherwise, she may encounter an unexpected disaster at any time.

However, after excluding these three people, look around the world... there is nowhere to be seen everywhere

Thinking of this, Tang Song remembered Lu Yuanfang again, and his birthday was about to end. It would be a pity. Otherwise, if he would have done something promising with this true gentleman, his life would be quite lonely.

As for Di Renjie, Li Tang was too obsessed with it. After waiting for so many years, he met a mediocre master like Li Xian again. Alas...

After thinking about it, there was no place to settle down. Tang Songyuan wanted to sigh, but he didn't like this decadence. He smiled and said, "Since I can only dance on different blades, I will try my best to find a small poem about the swords. It is better to do it than not do it."

Shangguan Wan'er heard the hidden worries in Tang Song's words and smiled and explained: "What a knife-edge sword? You have made such a great contribution tonight. If you have a few days of reward edicts, it may be a kind of atmosphere. Why is it so bleak?"

"great merit?"

Shangguan Wan'er stopped and looked at him carefully and laughed out loud, "You really don't know? Like in this world of peace, what else is more of a achievement than a king? Not to mention that this proposal to be the king was initiated by you to Princess Taiping? In addition, you found out that Wu Sansi's murder of the former emperor was also a great achievement. No matter what King Luling and the princess thought about this matter, the rewards that should be given are indispensable."

After thinking about it carefully, this is really the case, but... "I advised Taiping to raise an army in her private residence, who would know?"

Shangguan Wan'er's lips were curved and she smiled very rarely, "I know, since I know, then I will naturally let everyone who should know it."

Tang Song gently hugged Shangguan Wan'er's soft waist, everything was silent.

Before they knew it, the two had already walked out of the yard of the bedroom and stood in front of the door. They stopped at the same time and turned around to look.

After a long time, Tang Song sighed: "A era is over."

Shangguan Wan'er obviously wasn't used to his weird expression, "Hmm?"

Tang Song did not look back, but still looked at the towering palace hidden in the night, and his voice became more and more distant. "The hero passed away, and the holy emperor was angry and the world was silenced in a short time. The era of demons dancing... has arrived" to be continued)

Chapter 202 of Hidden Image: The End of an Era, the Coming of an Era
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