He did not hide his hatred.

Many years ago, Changling, he had many enemies, but many years later, his former enemies disappeared and died, especially such as Zhao Sword Furnace, Weiyun Shui Palace, which became enemies only because of the dynastic world, and slowly became friends.

The grievances are disappearing.

But the culprit made him even more disgusted.

Now Yuan Wu, more disgusted him than when he designed the conspiracy to destroy the sword field many years ago.

“If he’s done it, will he still come to fight with you?”Fusu was a little confused, and it was reasonable to be on the side of his father and emperor, concerned about the safety of Yuanwu, but when he was imprisoned here on the same day that he heard that Zheng Sleeve was killed by Yuanwu, he had difficulty in ascertaining his emotions.

"The present Changling is no longer his long mausoleum, there are no more so many dynasties in the world, an unprecedented dynasty has been formed, he did not come to fight with me, these have nothing to do with him, he is no longer the emperor of this dynasty."

Ding Ning looked at Fusu and said, "As for whether he will come to fight with me, it is not something I need to think about."

Fusu swallowed a mouthful of water, he slightly raised his head, looked at the dazzling sky, understand that the palace in front of him is still silent, but the outside world is changing dramatically.

A DQin dynasty belonging to Yuanwu has come to an end, and a more powerful DQin dynasty has been formed.

The Heavenly.

What a shocking word it was, but it really did.

He breathed deeply and was silent for a long time, and then he seriously asked Ding Ning: "What are you going to do when you come to me?"

“Receive the throne.”

Ding Ning said very simply: "Become the emperor of this dynasty and govern the people of the world."

Fusu used a lot of effort to control his emotions, but his body could not help trembling.

“Why?”

He was not pleased, but looked into Ding Ning's eyes and said, "Give me a reason."

"It's not as complicated as you think."Ding Ning also looked into his eyes and said lightly: "You were the successor of this dynastic throne, and you inherited the throne, many people will not fiercely oppose it, you can die many people less."There is another most important reason, you are very kind, you are already favored by many officials, you should be able to manage this dynasty."

Fu Sue was in a state of agitation and could not speak for a moment.

"You don't have much time to think about it, the current Changling is still very calm, that is because the orders of the various departments and some edicts have not yet been passed on, if you do not take the throne, when a lot of news comes out, now calm Changling, should be like many years ago Yuanwu against our Bashan sword field as bloody."Ding Ning shook his head slightly mockingly, "Of course, the final winner will be our Bashan sword field, this will still be a one-sided massacre, if you like to see such a scene, you can naturally ignore my request."

He wakes up from a faint stud.

He could hear that Ding Ning had used the word for such a request.

He did not like killing, and he came to understand Ding Ning's mind.

“Don’t you worry that when I take the throne, I’ll avenge my parents?”He took a deep breath again and asked Ding Ning softly.

“Vengeance?”

Ding Ning laughed bitterly, "Zheng Sleeve is not dead in my hands, as for Yuanwu, even if he died in my hands, it is also a fair duel, if you really hate me... you have no talent for anti-theft practice."You will be a good emperor, but you will not be the most powerful practitioner in the world."

Fusu suddenly became sad.

Because he couldn’t understand the previous generation’s grievances.

In his view, the world always had to be reasonable, just as he asked Ding Ning why he wanted him to accept the emperor's truth.

Revenge must also be justified.

But when he meditated here, what happened at that time was sorry for the Bashan Sword Field.

“May you be a good emperor, a good emperor praised by many generations of people, not a good emperor in his own history books.”

Ding Ning said goodbye to leaving this cold palace.

He met with officials and told them the news that they were relieved.

Then he went to the residence of some officials in person, promising and promising and promising some things.

There are still many people in the city who are strongly hostile to him, and they do not believe that the Bashan Sword Field will not pursue many things in the past after taking over the city.

His personal presence did not completely dissolve such animosity, but no one could believe the promises he made himself.

And most importantly, the vast majority of people in the city know the whole picture.

Ding Ning believes that everything will be fine.

Because it will not take long for him to let these people see that the whole long mausoleum, the entire unprecedented powerful dynasty, does not belong to the sword field of Bashan, but belongs to the people of the world.

He will also correct many of the mistakes he made before.

He believes that in the near future, those who have lost their countries of Chu, Qi and Yan will not be treated unfairly and especially.

He and Lin cooked wine and other people, becoming busier than when they were in Jiaodong County.

Busy day and night.

...

When he and Bashan swords were busy in the long mausoleum, Yuanwu woke up in the camp account.

No one seemed to care about him anymore.

The palace has become a continuous ruin, but the fire is still burning.

On the hillside not far from the ruins of the palace, some of his sergeants and practitioners who were loyal to him set up tents.

Here, you can clearly see the outline of the entire tomb in the night.

However, even if it is so close to the long mausoleum, it seems to have become a relic of indifference.

No army came.

No court officials came.

Not even the people who shipped food and medicine.

The whole world is changing dramatically, yet no one cares about the people or things in these tents.

When Yuan Wu opened his eyes, these sergeants and practitioners who were loyal to him did not have any joy.

Because all these sergeants and practitioners know that loyalty is only the mind, but it cannot change what has happened.

He looked at the black roof.

His eyes were also black and empty.

His meridian was also very empty, and his soul seemed to be very light, and it seemed to fly out of the body, but the body was heavy enough to make him feel as if he were going to fall into the ground.

He raised his hand.

His hand seemed to weigh thousands of pounds of lead.

“Give me a sword.”

He didn’t look at anyone around him, just said it in an empty voice.