Chapter 40 Young

It seems that war is inevitable, and the people's lives are bound to happen.

Andu City Tower.

Luo Mingyue's straight figure stood quietly, like a sculpture. The breeze slowly blew in, and his dark hair rose gently with the wind. His dark eyes were deep and restrained. However, he looked straight ahead and far away. He seemed to be ponderating something in his heart, and Luo Mingyue's eyes were firm. And sharp.

It seems that something sad is hindering him. From his face, it is not difficult to find that Luo Mingyue seems to have something on his mind, which is difficult to put down.

Father, my son and minister have lived up to your expectations. In the past few years, I have been remembering your teachings, studying tirelessly, practicing martial arts, and managing my court with heart. Finally, I live up to your expectations. The people live and work in peace and happiness. I have finally done it. Now, there is only one step left, as long as the east is destroyed. Hu, kill Wei Zhen, the villain, father, your spirit in heaven can really rest in peace.

Luo Mingyue thought so in his heart. All the time, he never talked to others about what he wanted in his heart. He had always kept it in his heart and endured it alone. Luo Mingyue's mind was from his father, the predecessor of Minyue - Emperor Gao.

When the former emperor died, Luo Mingyue was still a young prince. At that time, he was only 16 years old. Wen Tao was proficient in martial arts. When the former emperor was alive, he also liked Luo Mingyue very much. Until now, he can still clearly remember that Luo Mingyue regarded the former emperor as his example and hoped to be like the previous emperor after ascending the throne. To be a good emperor who cherished the world, works hard and loves the people. This is also what he promised the former emperor and must do well.

At that time, he silently remembered the expectations of the previous emperor for him, his expectations for him, and the importance he attached to him. He knew that the previous emperor had high expectations for him. Therefore, in order not to disappoint the former emperor and to make the former emperor happy, he studied hard for every homework. He did not want to love him. My father was disappointed, so he tried his best to learn and tried his best to live up to his father's expectations for himself. At a young age, he always suffered more than others.

In my mind, I still clearly remember that when practicing martial arts, there will always be some scars on his body because he works too hard. Every night, he will call his most trusted imperial doctor to heal his wounds and change his wounds. However, he did not let the previous emperor know all this. In order not to worry the former emperor, he often practiced alone. He was about to faint, and he often practiced so much that he couldn't support it. However, as long as he thought of the happy and gratifying smile of the predecessor and the kind and kind eyes he showed when he looked at him, he had the motivation to support and support him.

At that time, although he worked hard, he had never given up on these trials. Perhaps it was because of this that he became so excellent as he is now. With such a courage, he did not give up on anything easily, and there was a beginning and an end.

However, the world is always like this, and everything is not satisfactory.

In the fourth year of Yongzhen in Minyue, that year, the peonies in the palace were particularly prosperous and gorgeous, like the sunset glow, as red as if they were bleeding. Peony is known as the 'king of flowers' by the world. Indeed, the peony in April blooms in the Changle Hall of the former emperor. Hundreds of flowers compete for beauty, flowers are in full bloom, and thousands of flowers are full of red. The rich flower appearance and gorgeous colors compete for beauty among the flowers. That year's peonies were particularly beautiful, with a beautiful posture, fragrant jade smiles and red. Peony has always been regarded by the world as a symbol of wealth, auspiciousness, prosperity and happiness.

However, Luo Mingyue deeply remembers that his most beloved father died suddenly in the year when the peony flowers were blooming.

He knew that the previous emperor loved peonies. In April of that year, in the long season of spring, Luo Mingyue picked one from the Yongle Hall and went to the hall. He wanted to give the gorgeous peony flower in his hand to his most respected father, but he didn't expect that when he just stepped into the hall, he first saw the former emperor sitting quietly and calmly. In the chair, his eyes were tightly closed, and his body leaned diagonally against the seat behind him. His face was unusually pale, and even his lips were not red. Luo Ming slowly stepped into the hall and wanted to surprise his beloved father. He smiled slightly and his lips turned into a beautiful arc.

He slowly walked into the hall, but saw that his father was so quiet, as if there was no breath, and the atmosphere in the hall was also extremely strange. Luo Ming found that no one stayed in the hall to serve his father. He frowned and was very puzzled.

Looking at his father sitting high in the hall, it was also strange. When he came, how could he not even open his eyes? Didn't he find himself? Luo Mingyue was very puzzled at that time.

"Father, I'm here to see you"

Luo Mingyue bowed to the hall and bent down. His clear voice sounded faintly in this empty hall. In the empty hall, only Luo Mingyue's echoed, which seemed a little strange.

Seeing that the previous emperor did not pay attention to him, Luo Ming became more and more curious. Looking at the former emperor sitting in the hall, he was still motionless, as if there was no breath, and there was still silence around him. Luo Mingyue thought to himself that maybe his father was asleep, so he did not hear it. Therefore, he decided to wake up the former emperor, and then, Step by step, holding the gorgeous peony in his hand, he slowly approached the hall and his father.

However, when he came to his father, he carefully called 'father'. He called many times, but there was no response, so he reached out and carefully pushed his father.

"Bang--" There was a sound in the hall, and Luo Mingyue watched the former emperor fall down in front of him, just like that, without sound, without warning.

Luo Mingyue was shocked at that time. With clear and transparent eyes, his face turned pale in an instant. He looked at all this in front of him. He was scared and scared, but he was so scared that he couldn't say a word. He just stood still and didn't dare to move.

After a long time, he woke up, and then slowly squatted down and looked at his father's white, bloodless and old and wrinkled cheeks. His clean palms gradually leaned towards the previous emperor. The cold touch made him immediately retract his hand for a moment. It was so cold, so cold, like an ice cellar.

Then, he once again tried to put his hand on the tip of his father's nose to test whether he still had a breath. However, Luo Ming found that he could not notice a trace of breath. The more Luo Ming stayed in place and gasped. He did not cry or shout. All his strength seemed to have been emptied and did not belong to him. He quietly looked at his father, who fell to the ground, but could no longer get up, and couldn't help trembling in shock.

In the end, "No---" seemed to break through the clouds and the sky. On the edge of the sky, dark clouds rolled, a muffled thunderbolt, and lightning flashed dazzlingly. Over the towering palace, bursts of electric light flashed, and the huge Yongle Hall made the haze deeper and darker. It's weird.

His father, Emperor Minyue, died quietly in the year of Yongzhen. In the year of Yongzhen, when the peony flowers bloomed the most touchingly and luxuriously, Emperor Gao passed away quietly.

At the moment of burial, Luo Mingyue did not shed a tear. He had always been very calm, as if nothing had happened. His face had always been indifferent, without any waves, which taught people to guess his state of mind.

Luo Mingyue told the world as a prince at that time, which roughly meant to tell the world that Emperor Gao died suddenly because he was too tired, and used a lie to give the world an explanation. Luo Mingyue escorted the coffin of Emperor Gao all the way, out of the palace, and then to the mausoleum. On the way, he didn't say a word. His expression was like a calm lake, without any ripples. Leng Jun seemed to be a different person, but who knew that his heart was extremely painful to lose his most beloved father, but he did not show it.

In the end, Emperor Gao was buried in the Jing'an Mausoleum. In front of the mausoleum, Luo Mingyue clenched his hands tightly and swore in his heart that one day he would avenge his father.

In April, Emperor Gao died. At that time, the prince Luo Mingyue ascended the throne as emperor, changed the name of the country to Yongding, and named himself Emperor Ai.

At that time, although he was young, he clearly knew that Wei Zhen was the culprit who killed his father. He would definitely smash his body and sacrifice his father with his blood. In the past few years, he has been silently planning and planning everything that belongs to him, power, power, status and imperial power. He took everything back from Wei Zhen's hands and his own, little by little.

And now, the time has come.

Luo Mingyue stood alone at the head of the city. The sun sprinkled light on Luo Mingyue through the clouds and wrapped it tightly. The wind blew over his wide robe. His thoughts turned around. Facing the vast and endless desert under the city, Luo Mingyue slowly raised a confident smile at the corners of his mouth.

It seems to be the king of the world, that kind of arrogant temperament, confident smile, in this battle, he knows that even without the help of the Yue family, he can defeat Donghu and kill the enemy.

His clenched hand explained everything. For this day, he was already fully prepared.

This time, Luo Mingyue was more confident. He believed that he could solve the two tremorous traitors with his own hands. He would avenge his father's murder by the way and annihilate Donghu, an unrequandable barbarian country.

Luo Mingyue's eyes were burning, and all his beliefs were gathered here, as sharp and firm as an eagle.

May of the first year of Yongding in Fujian and Yue

Minyue and Donghu finally went to war on this day.

The tense situation, the furious wind, the strong horse, Luo Mingyue was dressed in heroic armor, holding a bright and cold knife in his hand. His eyes were extremely cold, and his eyes looked at the tower coldly. His eyes did not leave Wei Zhen and Wei Siliang, the rebels he hated for a moment. The sword in his hand shook, and the light was straight to the eye, making people feel a fierce chill.