The big leader Zhang Tugou found them a good job. Now that the Great Chu was inaugurated, they were beggars who followed the army, and they might be able to become ministers who follow the dragon in the future.

There are things waiting for them to do in this city, so how can I control an old man who is hysterical?

Zhao Lian stood outside the crowd for a few breaths, and suddenly seemed to have reacted. He drank the hot water from the bowl of water in his hand to make the stomach more familiar. He limped out of the street with a stick he found casually.

He used the jade pendant he was wearing to find someone to change it to a donkey, took off his heavy armor and threw it aside, so as not to be caught by the Tiance army.

The old man rode a donkey towards the direction of the imperial city.

The city is quite chaotic, and there are still warriors checking the remnants of Penglai, and there are demon soldiers fighting in some places, so naturally no one cares about him. Instead, they are unobstructed and come to the edge of the imperial city.

Sure enough, this is the worst place in the city. It was affected by the battle and was impacted by the chaotic wind, fire, water and soil of the Four Symbols. The once magnificent palace walls have been completely razed to the ground, leaving only some ruins standing.

It seemed that the fire had been lit, and scorched earth was ashes on all sides. The black-clad boxers of the Heluo Gang were searching in the ruins, and many large trucks were parked in them, carrying valuable things.

There are Tiance troops patrolling around, and no idle people are allowed to approach here.

Zhao Lian was very familiar with the imperial city, just like returning to his own home. He slipped into the imperial city along a secret place and headed towards the most severely destroyed hall.

The old man actually didn't know what he was doing here.

Zhao Ming died, the Zhao Dynasty collapsed, and the destruction of the southern country was a foregone conclusion. It was in turmoil for more than 20 years. From Zhao Hu to Zhao Biao, to Zhao Ming, it was like an arrogant dream.

Lin'an is prosperous, soft and red, rich and powerful in the world.

What a great dream.

It makes people linger and don't want to wake up.

But the desolate ruins in front of you were like a bell ringing, proclaiming the final destruction of the dream, smashing the dream to pieces in a cruelest and destined way.

Zhao Lian was walking among the ruins covered with ashes, leaning on a stick.

He looked around and he was actually not unfamiliar with this scene.

Twenty-seven years ago, the fire broke out in the Lin'an Forbidden Palace. Emperor Chu died in the palace. After the Great Chu State was destroyed, Zhao Hu was afraid and did not dare to come. It was Zhao Lian who brought his soldiers to come here in person to clean up the mess.

At that time, on the morning twenty-seven years ago, the imperial city after the fire was almost exactly the same as the ruins in front of me.

It's like it's reappearing yesterday.

The more Zhao Lian looked at it, the more familiar he became.

The more I left, the more I felt like I was back in that morning.

The burned corpse of the unrecognizable face of Emperor Chu was restrained by Zhao Lian himself. The last monarch of the Great Chu sat on the burned dragon throne.

Until his death, he never took a step forward.

He seemed to be in the manner of a monarch to face the disaster of the country's destruction and family's destruction.

At that time, Marquis Wei carried the body wrapped in a brocade robe out of the imperial city, feeling mixed feelings and feeling very complicated, just like now, twenty-seven years later, when the country was destroyed and the country was destroyed, it was exactly the same as before.

Destiny...

This is probably a fate.

How did you steal it back then?

How can I return it now?

"hehe"

Zhao Lian laughed, and he stepped into the ruins of the hall, where he could hardly settle down. The broken bricks and tiles of the palace were everywhere, and the gorgeous pillars were burned to the base.

There was still blood on the ground, and I don’t know whose it belonged to.

The old man bent down and stood blankly in the ruins of the empty and prosperous ruins. He raised his head and looked at the end of the hall where there should be a dragon throne, symbolizing the power of the world.

But now, there is nothing there.

He staggered forward, almost rolling and crawling, bent down, and picked up the broken, burned and deformed fragments of the dragon throne on the ground. They were crushed things, symbolizing the destruction of the last afterglow.

The sound of horse hooves sounded from not far away, and someone must have come.

But Zhao Lian didn't care.

He looked around and felt that this messy place was very good.

The scene here in the past twenty years has been like an illusory dream, and in the end, everything has disappeared like clouds.

This place is very good.

It would be great to build a cemetery for an old man who has lost everything and no longer cared about.

Thinking of this, the burnt fragment in his hand was clenched by Zhao Lian with both hands, aiming the sharp broken stubble at his heart, and the next moment, it would pierce the flesh and blood and completely break it clean.

He, the last lonely man in the southern country, was also broken in the world.

He closed his eyes, his heart was filled with no sorrow or joy, and no longer cared about it.

Then...

"Wow"

The baby's crying made Zhao Lian's self-destructive action stop on the spot.

He looked back and saw that under the escort of Li Baoguo and Xiao Tie, Qingqing was getting off the horse and holding a baby in her arms.

That was the last blood descendant of Zhao.

The baby's crying sounded like a rope that pulled the old man back from the underworld.

It seemed to be telling him that he could not die yet.

he.
Chapter completed!