Qing'er didn't understand Jing Jiu's words, and thought about it seriously, but still couldn't figure it out, so she gave up and asked, "Are you really worried about Qin and Zhao? Bai Qianjun and that dead eunuch are really scary, not to mention that Xiao Zaoer has been in the illusion."

Jing Jiu said: "Other people's affairs have nothing to do with me."

Qing'er remembered the scene on this couch more than ten years ago, and sighed and said, "She really likes you. I thought there would be many stories between you, but who would have thought you were so ruthless."

Jing Jiu said: "It's all fake."

Qing'er opened her eyes wide and said, "But you said that this world is becoming real."

Jing Jiu said: "For any world, people who are destined to leave in the future are fake."

This sentence has profound meaning, and it obviously refers not only to the world in the Qingtianjian, but also to the real world outside.

Qing'er looked at him for a long time and suddenly asked, "Then what are you doing in this world?"

Jing Jiu said, "I want the immortal talisman."

Every person who enters the illusion of the Qingtianjian is the purpose of the immortal talisman of immortality.

This is a very tacky answer, or it can be said to be simple, then it is very pure.

Qing'er looked at him and asked seriously: "Are you sure you can succeed? When I can't help you."

Jing Jiu said: "I choose different methods and paths from them, and I will only know who is right in the end."

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When people look back on the past and try to clarify their memories, they often choose some important events as time nodes. Sadly, those important events are generally not happy events, but funerals, such as an elder in the family closing his eyes on a bamboo chair, or a relative's white banner at the funeral was blown down by the wind.

For the people, the standard of funerals should be higher, the weight of the dead should be heavy enough, and their collective memory can be profound enough, and then become their spiritual calendar, such as the death of the emperor. Of course, for this matter alone, it is difficult to clearly distinguish between funerals and happy events, because the death of the old emperor means that the new emperor ascends the throne.

In the Qin Dynasty imperial palace.

The old man on the sickbed had wrinkles on his face, his head was full of white hair, as dry as the frost grass that he forgot to burn in late autumn. His eyes were deep, his breathing was weak, and he was about to die.

The prince Bai Zhou, that is, Bai Qianjun, could not see any grief on his face. Because he would be the new king of Qin, and because he did not have much feelings for this old man, even though the years of more than twenty years have worn away many memories, at least he remembered this matter very clearly, that the other party was not his real biological father.

The old emperor who was about to die on the sickbed was originally just a remote clan. With his innate ability to treat people and occasional passion, he went to Beihai County to attack the prince and even obtained the actual position of prefect. In the decades of confrontation with the barbarians in the north, his cowardly temperament was concealed and better, and he accumulated a deeper strength. Finally, he took advantage of the general trend of the world to become the new emperor of Qin. This history can be called the revival, or even the founding of the country. The old emperor should have received more colorful writing in history books, but unfortunately he gave birth to a more dazzling son.

The young martial god back then has now become the Northern Killing God who can stop children from crying at night. Even in the Qin Palace, no one dares to look him in the eyes.

"I don't like being called a god because I know I'm not, and I don't like being called Taizong or a sect, because I think no matter you or the emperors in the past, I don't have the right to be ahead of me, so after I decided to ascend the throne, I will call him the emperor, taking Bai as my surname. What do you think of the name of Bai Emperor?"

Bai Qianjun said: "The throne ceremony is ready, so you will die tonight, don't waste my time."

After saying this, he walked out of the hall.

The old emperor stared at his back, his eyes full of resentment and remorse.

There are countless palaces in the Xianyang Imperial Palace. In terms of quantity, only the Qi National Academy of Sciences can compare with it.

In the night, those palaces were like countless beasts squatting, ready to attack and bite their prey. When illuminated by the starlight, they were even more ferocious.

Bai Qianjun walked to the deepest palace, waved his hand to drive away everyone, and found the man following the sound of the piano.

A pond reflected lights in the corridor, the girl was playing the piano gently there, and her white skirt gently brushed with the night color, just like the remaining lotus in the pond. The whole picture felt lonely and pitiful, which was very consistent with the imagination of the princess who was imprisoned and cold palace. But in fact, her eyes were calm and there was no such unnecessary emotions at all.

"I will ascend the throne tomorrow." Bai Qianjun walked up to her and looked at her from a high point, but his eyes were filled with pampering and loving emotions.

"Congratulations to Senior Brother." Bai Zao raised his head and smiled at him.

The emotions in Bai Qianjun's eyes had long disappeared and he said, "There is a definite news over Qi State."

After hearing this, Bai Zao's expression changed slightly. It was obvious that she was more concerned about the matter of Qi than the death of Emperor Qin and the change of dynasty.

More than 20 saints who entered the illusion have now died many of them, and those who are still alive have basically confirmed their identities. Only one Maozhai disciple has never appeared. The scholar named Xi Yiyun has never been discovered from beginning to end, and has not left any traces in the illusion, as if he has never been here.

This is what Tong Yan wants to know the most, but until he was killed by Jing Jiu and expelled from the illusion, he didn't understand how Xi Yiyun did it.

Bai Zao was also very concerned about this matter, and the Qin spy organization investigated for many years, and finally found some clues in early spring.

"He is called Yunqi here. He studied at Yu Mo Gong, and later went to Qi Guo Academy to manage classics. He started to give lectures the year before yesterday."

Bai Qianjun said: "He has not had any contact with the outside world in recent years. He just had a disciple he accepted some time ago and had some contact with scholars from Wansong Academy of Zhao Guo."

After hearing the word "learning", Bai Zao probably understood what this Maozhai disciple wanted to do, but he still had a lot of confusion.

"How could he hide his identity so well?"

Bai Qianjun's expression became a little complicated, and he said, "Because... he himself doesn't know who he is."

Bai Zaowei said in a daze: "Do you mean he has completely forgotten his identity?"

Bai Qianjun nodded.

Bai Zao was a little surprised and said, "Did you confirm?"

Bai Qianjun said: "I sent seven groups of people to try it out, and he has really forgotten his identity as a questioner, and is only focused on saving the people and walking the great way."

Bai Zao looked at the strings on the piano and remained silent - he lived in the illusion for too long and was confused by the world. The person who asked the Tao really might forget all the past, but Xi Yiyun was obviously not that kind, and it was more like an active forgetting. Why did he do this?

I don’t know how long it took, but she said softly: “It’s so wonderful.”

Bai Qianjun also held the same view and said, "What should we do?"

"The gentlemen in Yimaozhai do not practice Taoism, but their hearts are as solid as rocks and cannot be shaken."

Bai Zao said: "Let's find a way to kill him now, otherwise it will be a huge trouble in the future."

Bai Qianjun suddenly said, "I have forgotten some things too. As long as I don't think about them, I will naturally forget them, but if I don't want to forget some things, I can't forget them."

No matter how calm the vision is, it will be felt, not to mention that there is heat hidden behind the calmness.

Bai Zao did not look up and said, "Senior Brother Tongyan is out, what do you think?"

Bai Qianjun slowly withdrew his gaze and looked at the reflections of the lights on the pond that were not real, and the sound was a little cold.

"I had originally opposed him going to the capital of Chu. Junior sister, you and him both attach too much importance to Jing Jiu."

Bai Zao said calmly: "Senior brother is dead, which proves that Jing Jiu is worthy of attention as I said."

Bai Qianjun was silent for a while and said, "You are always right at the junior sister."

Bai Zao quietly looked at his side face and said, "Yes, is there anything wrong?"

"There is nothing wrong. Everything is going according to your ideas with your baby face. The immortal talisman will eventually fall into our hands."

I don’t know where the night wind passes through the palace, shattering the lights wherever I see.

Bai Qianjun looked at the place quietly and said, "I just suddenly want to forget some more things."

After saying this, he turned around and left the hall to prepare for tomorrow's throne ceremony.

Bai Zao looked at the water without saying a word.

She understood what he meant and found it boring.

The broken light shadows on the pond water slowly came back.

She thought of the news spread from Chu State.

After issuing the edict of guilt, Jing Jiu was imprisoned by the Grand Secretary and entered the cold palace.

He definitely did not write the edict of guilt by himself, but he was imprisoned in the cold palace and was voluntarily, just like her.

Thinking of these coincidences, Bai Zao smiled and found it very interesting.

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Five more years have passed.

The White Emperor of Qin acted violently, levyed intensive taxes, and ordered three thousand rich households in Luoxi to enter Xianyang. For a moment, he complained and was suppressed, and could only look at the road. Under his personal command, the 30,000 iron cavalry swept across the north of the continent like the sharpest sword. They were invincible, and even the barbarian tribes retreated in fear.

The only Zhao State who could compete with Qin State encountered a major event at this time, and their emperor was about to die.

His Majesty this emperor is extremely wise, unparalleled, and leniency is in harmony with severity. Unfortunately, his innate deficiencies, his body is too weak, and he has no children.

In the past five years, it may be because of these problems that a strange atmosphere has been permeated between the court and the opposition of Zhao State. His Majesty the Emperor issued a series of decrees, made multiple personnel appointments and removals, strongly restricted the power of the Investigation Factory, and vigorously supported the Party. It was obvious that he wanted to openly attack He Gong. But no matter how the officials and people of Zhao State and even the merchants of Qi State were looking forward to it, His Majesty the Emperor did not attack He Gong, and even trusted him more. Even if he took medicine, he would only drink the medicine he boiled by He Gong himself.

The medicinal smell in the hall is much lighter than in previous years, probably because the windows are open and the ventilation is good.

"Sir Zhang is fifty years older than us. No matter how hard we can bear it, it will not be twenty years later." The emperor's pale face did not improve after taking the medicine. He leaned on the couch halfway, took a breath, and continued, "In the future, you are the only one who can deal with Emperor Bai."

He Zhan didn't say anything, nor did he advise His Majesty to rest well, because everyone knew that His Majesty could not hold on for a few days.

Facing the emperor's eyes full of hope and pleading, He Zhan was silent for a while, patted the back of his hand, but still said nothing.

There was wind coming in from outside the palace, and the Queen was following it.

She walked to the couch with tears on her face, squeezed away He Zhan with a rough look, sat next to the emperor, and took his hand.

He Zhan walked out of the hall and vaguely heard a faint sigh coming from behind him.

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That night, Emperor Zhao died.

He Zhan watched him die with his own eyes, and then calmly began to arrange various matters. He didn't go back to his room to sleep for half an hour until he was almost busy.
To be continued...