The solar system is broken

Emperor Yi was assassinated.

But it wasn't done by humans.

Zixian had a hard time dealing with Ziyu, so he drank a lot of wine, held his bow crookedly, and went hunting in the forest garden.

While hunting a wild boar, he was picked off his horse by the wild boar.

Then he was trampled by the wild boar several times, and his fangs cut off Di Yi's neck. Di Yi did not die immediately.

Instead, it was transported to the fief of the Changshao family, and under the watchful eyes of the Changshao family, old and young, the bright red blood flowed out.

This arrogant king, at the last moment, was still clamoring to kill a blue-blooded man to save his life.

Chang Shaohou just watched silently as this lunatic lost his mind and finally went crazy.

Zixian died in the end, and died on the bed.

Chang Shaohou looked at the king's body and fell into deep thought. Something was about to change.

Five days later, Marquis Changshao escorted Emperor Yi's coffin to Chaoge.

Four hundred knights, five hundred in armor, set out from the ladle in a mighty manner and approached Chaoge.

Do you still understand? Taking advantage of the opportunity to escort Wang Jia, Jin Chaoge came to investigate.

The Tiao clan immediately gathered an army from the fief, three hundred knights and two hundred in armor, and stationed at Chaoge.

Several other major families have mobilized their private armed forces out of Chaoge.

Several families also communicated frequently, asking both families to exercise restraint, but did not take any substantive action.

The Changshao clan stationed troops outside Chaoge City to confront the Tiao clan in the city.

The Changshao family held the king's body in hand and asked to enter the city for the funeral. The purpose was naturally to capture the Tiao family's son. The Tiao family's request was very simple. Changshao could only enter the city alone with the coffin, and the two families negotiated.

Not close.

Emperor Yi's body rotted and smelled in the hot weather, and he failed to enter the city.

In Chaoge City, people represented by the Tiao family made their son Shou the emperor, and issued a proclamation of regicide with a long spoon.

At this point, the two families completely broke up and declared a formal war.

Almost at the same time, the Weishao family began to gather troops from the fief, went south from the north, and began to surround Chaoge.

As for the almost rotten corpse of Emperor Yi, no one cares about it.

As the old saying goes, a corpse is laid to rest and no one cares about wearing armour.

In the end, it is said that it was the Xiao family who presided over the move of Emperor Yi's body to Qiucheng, Taimiao Temple.

Emperor Yi's coffin started from Chaoge and came all the way to Xibi.

The coffin was carried in a huge ox-drawn cart, and many salted fish were placed around it to cover up the smell of the corpse.

Behind are several carts, which are loaded with a lot of cypress wood that has not been peeled yet and is used for solving problems.

This boxwood-shaped coffin is a frame structure surrounded by cypress beams (i.e. square logs) and has two characteristics.

The first is that the walls are laid flat and stacked, and mortise and tenon joints are generally not used; the second is that "the wood is all inward-facing", that is, the wooden planks (or wooden strips) built on the four walls are all perpendicular to the wall panels of the coffin room on the same side.

, if you look at it from the inside, you can see only the ends of the canopy trees on the four walls. The name Ticuo is derived from this specific method.

Twenty-three cavalrymen marched westward in silence.

The leading man is a special person. He has short hair without a tie.

Although the remaining people were said to have grown their hair, they smelled like gangsters.

What's even more strange is that there is a woman in the cavalry team.

The cavalry were sparse, scattered and out of formation, staying far away from the carriages.

It's like an outing, riding a horse, singing songs, very leisurely.

What do they sing~

If you listen to it, it's the theme song of Journey to the West.

"First climb a mountain~and then touch a river!"

"Hehe~"

"Why are there so many demons and monsters~"

"No!" A rider turned his horse's head and said seriously, "You can't sing like this."

"What's wrong?" He refused.

"Wrong word!"

"It should be..."

"The enemy's wife, the enemy's wife~"

"hey-hey!!"

"Why does she have so many~"

Several men raised their heads and rode on horseback, also acting unscrupulously.

"Tick-tick-tick~tick-tock!"

The corner of the woman's mouth twitched, the sour koji tasted great with the salted fish.

"I heard that Yi Yang is from Suzhou. Do you know that song?"

"That song?"

"I know," the man said slowly as everyone looked back, "it's a place name."

"Shut up!"

Cowbell jingle.

"Have you ever heard a song that fell from the sky, the "Ordination" monk song?"

"Being Ordained" is a short story written by Wang Zengqi, a famous Chinese writer in the 21st century, which has an extraordinary status in the history of literature.

But this is obviously not within the scope of a few people's consideration. What they focus on is the God of Song.

"Young girl is very beautiful, with two plump dumplings. If you want to go up and touch her, your heart will jump a little bit~"

"What's more, what's more!" The bowl crashed.

God of song! It adds a very necessary lubricant to the boring road, so it is no longer so unpleasant.

The woman who was traveling with him turned red in the face, spurred her horse on and ran ahead.

"She's timid~"

Holding a riding crop in his hand, he pointed at the back in front of him and smiled unbridled.

The leading man flipped the horse's head and scolded in a low voice, "Stop being so stupid and be smart about your moves."

"What the hell is teasing women!"

"Oh~"

He grabbed the horse's belly and ran forward slowly to chase the woman.

"Yo~"

"The captain means that this beauty belongs to him..."

With a plop, the man fell off his horse mid-sentence.

The man who turned out to be the leader turned around.

"Hahaha~"

"Cowardly!"

Huo Shan ignored the man who fell from his horse and continued to run after the woman.

The two horses were walking side by side. The man took off the hood on his head, shook his smooth hair, and sweatdrops flew out.

"It's too hot today." He took off a small wine bag from his horse and poured a bottle of water down.

If the writer were nearby, someone would be frightened. Is this man Huo Shan or someone else?

"Yes!" The woman also took off her hood.

She let her long hair hang out, revealing a pretty face.

That face is also that of an old acquaintance, Han Linger.

"Your organization is really a bit naughty," Huo Shan handed the remaining half a bottle of water to Han Ling'er.

Unfortunately, Han Ling'er didn't take the water at all, so Huo Shan could only stuff it with a cork angrily and hang it back on his horse.

"Another blue blood?"

The indigenous people will kill blue-blooded people when they see them. The number of blue-blooded people has dropped sharply, and their survival situation is worrying.

The blue-blooded people then established their own organization to stay together.

With powerful technological plug-ins and a vision beyond the times, the Wrangler organization has become a behemoth in the entire gaming world.

However, it is also very hidden. Many people simply don’t know that the Wrangler has existed for more than 1,000 years, spanning several short-lived civilizations in recent times.

"That's what the news said." Han Ling'er nodded and raised her hand to block the dazzling sunlight.

"Are you looking for someone too?"

The conversation changed to Huo Shan.

"Well, a very special person." Huo Shan tightened the reins so that the horse could not concentrate on eating the weeds on the ground.

The horse snorted dissatisfiedly in protest.

"special?"

"Yes," what do you say about the writer? He is very boring, but he is always curious.

"How special?" Han Linger became interested.

How special? This is something that cannot be quantified with a scale.

Huo Shan thought about it for a moment and then spoke hesitantly.

"If you were among a hundred people, you could definitely tell him apart at a glance!"

Han Ling'er suddenly thought of a person he saw in Jiangnan in the ruined temple. Under the red light, the handsome young man stood with his hands raised in front of him.

After she returned home, she searched Jiangnan on Du Niang, and the headline was about the campus cart door separating people and cars in Jiangnan.

She looks like a standard little puppy, but unfortunately she has a arrogant personality...but I like it.

Thinking of this, the corners of Han Linger's mouth curled up unconsciously.

"What are you thinking about?" Huo Shan frowned and looked at the woman giggling.

"nothing?"

"Huaichun?"

"Dang~"

"Ouch!" Huo Shan held his stomach and looked at the back of the woman walking away, "I haven't finished asking yet?"

I rubbed my belly. Is this considered angry?

"Stop for me, wait until I finish asking!" The horse was pinched in the belly, but the horse was not happy and refused to leave.

Huo Shan was anxious on his horse.

"Captain! What a mudslide in the flirting world~"

The cavalry team behind them also let out a tut of admiration.

"This Miss Han would rather die than obey!"

"Ouch~"

"Why am I the one who got hurt again?"

"You ruin the scenery!!!" several people shouted in unison.

There is a solemn coffin, no mourning procession, and no filial sons and grandsons.

There were only a few soldiers and gangsters, making useless jokes in front of the funeral.

This king's death was really hasty and tragic.

From Chaoge to Qiucheng, it is about 300 kilometers, with stops and starts, it takes about 10 days at least.

By the time everyone could see the outer walls of Qiucheng, the car was already dripping with oil and was in terrible condition.

The group of people stayed away from the carriage and tore strips of cloth to stuff their noses.

When I saw the city, I felt as if I had been granted amnesty, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

It’s so painful.

Everyone ran to the city, leaving the horse and cart alone in the same place, and the old cow grazing quietly.