It was night.
The news of the Emperor's death after being assassinated by the diplomatic mission spread throughout the capital.
Three days later.
The news spread from the Imperial City.
The world was in chaos.
The people who had been suffering for a long time began to revolt, and the armies of the various provinces were even more anxious. They did not know who to serve.
The few princes of the Imperial Capital once again fought over the throne.
However, this time.
They were all mediocre people. They did not have an iron fist and were controlled by some rebels.
The Heavenly Court, the Dark Buddha, and the King of Hell, the three great descender organizations, frequently pushed for internal strife behind the scenes. In less than half a month, the competition between the princes had reached a white-hot point. They led each other's guards to fight in the palace city, fighting to the death.
The dynasty's bloodline withered.
The concubines were either dead or crippled, all killed by the rebels.
It was extremely tragic.
The entire Imperial City seemed to have turned into hell.
The great Confucians gathered all the officials to ask the princes to stop fighting, but they were killed on the spot by the red-eyed prince. This year, the dynasty fell into complete darkness.
Each state government had divided the land into kings.
The world fell apart.
The neighboring countries took the opportunity to harass the border and annex the territory.
At the end of the year.
Dynasty was on the verge of collapse.
……
In the courtyard of the mansion.
Zhou Fan played the zither.
The sound of the zither was like a high mountain and an empty valley, but it was also like a small bridge and flowing water. It was melodious and pleasant to the ear.
"Ding! Your zither skills have reached a new level, attracting people to linger. Comprehension 200.”
"Ding! Your zither skills have reached perfection, touching one's heart, comprehension 200.”
“……”
Her mother, who was leaning against the door, looked at Zhou Fan, who was playing the zither, in a daze. She seemed to have seen the elegant man from back then.
A zither tune played.
Heaven and earth qi reverberated, and withered leaves fell.
It was somewhat desolate.
Ever since the dynasty fell into darkness, the lark on the stone platform was like a broken wing. It did not respond to the moving music.
His mother walked over and caressed the lark. She whispered,""Spring birds enter the dynasty, summer birds unconsciously return…"
On this day.
His mother, who had never left the mansion, stepped out of the door.
At this moment, the dynasty was in a precarious situation.
The former Consort Shu persuaded the only remaining Imperial Uncle of the dynasty to join forces with the loyal officials of the court to swiftly suppress the two surviving Princes who were still fighting.
She listened to the minister's suggestion and issued a policy of recuperation. She exempted the dynasty from taxes for ten years. At the same time, she sold all the valuable items in the palace city and bought food at a high price. She opened porridge on the streets of the imperial city to help with food.
The people of the empire all praised Consort Shu for her boundless kindness.
In just a few years, the gradually crumbling dynasty slowly regained its vitality.
A hundred officials petitioned to comply with the late Emperor's edict and let Consort Shu sit in the Eastern Palace. The King of Shu ascended the throne and brought order out of chaos.
However, his mother refused because the King of Shu was not virtuous enough.
She only wanted this dynasty to continue.
Many great Confucians were convinced by Consort Shu's moral character and came out of the mountains to persuade the gentry of the various prefectures. The provincial governors of the various prefectures were forced to temporarily stop fighting under great pressure, and on the surface, they still obeyed the imperial court.
In the blink of an eye, another few decades passed.
In the palace city.
Her mother, who had worked hard for many years, had white hair on her temples, but she insisted on being diligent in government affairs. She took the initiative to communicate with the gentry and the common people and frequently solved many remaining problems.
Under the concerted efforts of the Grand Confucians and the armored soldiers, after decades of recuperation, four or five prefectures near the Imperial Capital were once again under the control of the dynasty.
The people of the capital gradually lived and worked in peace.
The resentment of the people in each state gradually subsided.
The world that was falling apart had a trace of vitality.
Zhou Fan stood on the palace wall and looked into the distance. It was as if he could see the entire empire.
A hint of helplessness appeared on his face. In the past few decades, if he hadn't secretly added fuel to the fire, it would have been impossible for the dynasty to stabilize so much.
However, after several attacks, it had already attracted the attention of the three great descender organizations.
They might even have guessed his identity.
After all.
There were very few people in the Samsara Tower who could hide from the three descender organizations.
This was especially true for this small world that had a limit of 20 Descensions. After careful consideration, it was not difficult to guess the answer.
Plop. Plop.
The cheerful Whitespirit Bird landed on Zhou Fan's shoulder. Its eyes regained their spirituality when they first met. It spread its wings and danced around its shoulder with one foot.
Zhou Fan smiled and stroked the lark's head.
At this moment.
The sound of footsteps could be heard from behind.
Very quickly.
The cute palace maid jumped to Zhou Fan's side.
Not only was the lark not frightened, but it also flew to the palace maid's palm while chirping.
"Junior, what kind of bird is this? It's too cute.”
A delicate voice rang out.
Zhou Fan turned around and smiled." It's just a little bird that likes to listen to music and dance."”
The cute palace maid was surprised." It can dance?”
Zhou Fan didn't respond.
Because the lark was already flapping its wings and dancing.
At the same time.
Zhou Fan's fingers stirred the air, and a wisp of zither music surrounded him.
The cute palace maid clapped her hands and cheered." Junior, it's so nice. I didn't expect you to be so versatile after arriving in the small world."”
Zhou Fan laughed." Senior Guo 'er, the lark is cute, but you're even cuter.”
The adorable palace maid was Cherry.
She and Han Yanran didn't listen to Nangong Xin 'er's words and secretly ran to Jade Cloud City's Reincarnation Tower to descend together.
In the end, Nangong Xin 'er and Han Yanran didn't descend into the same small world as Zhou Fan. Instead, the adorable Cherry descended here.
Cherry blushed.
She was one of the more shy ones in the Rose Party, not as unrestrained as Han Yanran, nor as cold as Nangong Xin `er.
Suddenly.
Her eyes revealed a trace of anxiety.
"What's wrong?"
Zhou Fan was surprised.
"The Descender Organization of the Heavenly Court wants to gather all the descenders and attack the palace city together tomorrow to assassinate Consort Shu!”
Another wave of high tide was about to arrive. He was asking for fresh flowers and evaluation votes!!
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