The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

The moment the knife struck, Jin Jianren's cry of collapse rang out.

"Get away! Get away!!"

He cried bitterly and closed his eyes, shook his head vigorously, and crawled towards the dragon chair in the direction of his memory.

Qin Ze's eyes were fixed on Jin Jianren. Seeing him suddenly say something incomprehensible, he couldn't tell for a moment whether he was pretending to be crazy or not.

Therefore, Qin Ze chose to be careful. He started to step back and walked towards the Huang Tu Dao that was closest to him.

But Jin Jianren, who closed his eyes, suddenly started talking to himself.

"It's really a failure. I didn't expect that after many years of hard work, I would be ruined by a traitor like you who showed up halfway."

Jin Jianren continued to climb to the dragon chair, but his voice became quieter and quieter.

Qin Ze approached the Huangtu Dao and bent down to pick it up.

Jin Jianren's voice also sounded:

"If...if I hadn't attacked your Qin family..."

"I think... if you can fight side by side with me, we will become more powerful than ever before."

Jin Jianren's vision began to blur, and he couldn't even see everything around him clearly, but he clearly remembered the location of the dragon chair in his memory.

He moved his body forward little by little. If he remembered correctly, he would be able to touch the dragon chair within one or two feet at most.

So he used all his strength to speed up his movements.

At this moment, a rumbling sound came from behind.

"Boom bang bang."

The sudden explosion made Jin Jianren tremble all over.

A strong coldness hit him, flowing through his internal organs and into his limbs and bones. He was shaking almost uncontrollably.

And at this time.

"呲"

The sound of the Huangtu knife being dragged also sounded behind Jin Jianren, followed by Qin Ze's cold voice:

"Will not."

"You will never let Daqian become strong."

"Dagan will only perish in your hands."

Jin Jianren's teeth were trembling, and a sad smile appeared on his pale face. He stretched out his trembling hand and touched the cold texture.

Even though his eyes were closed, he was convinced in his heart that it was the dragon chair.

So he opened his blood-red eyes again, tears already filling his eyes. Jin Jianren groaned and said:

"Forget it."

"It's too late to say anything."

Blood spurted out from his mouth, tears mixed with blood fell from his eyes, and he finally cried:

"Those bastards from Tuyuan Kingdom covet my Western Territory, and I haven't gone to kill them yet."

"Those little dwarfs from Fuso dare to attack us even in such a small place. I haven't even gone to crush Fuso yet."

"I shouldn't...I shouldn't die today."

"How could I die here in such a mess?"

Qin Ze had already raised the knife and stepped forward. He looked coldly at Jin Jianren who was stroking the dragon chair and raised the knife.

Sudden--

Jin Jianren's eyes suddenly opened wide, and his dilated pupils quickly condensed. He saw clearly what was in front of him. The dragon chair that symbolized the Ninth Five-Year Plan was right here!

And a rapid cry also came out of his mouth at this moment:

"My great work! I will stand proudly at the top of this world!"

“It must be passed down through the ages, and it must be continued for thousands of generations!”

He turned around suddenly and lay down in front of the dragon chair.

Looking at the high-mounted Imperial Sword, Jin Jianren half-closed his eyes and was out of breath, but his lips were still moving slightly, as if he was still saying something.

He managed to stretch out his hand and waved to Qin Ze.

Qin Ze looked coldly and took a step closer.

"Is there anything else I want to say?" he asked coldly.

Jin Jianren dropped his arms and said angrily:

"Qin Ze, after proclaiming himself emperor..."

"Don't forget, you have to first..."

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of explosions coming from outside the hall became more and more intense, and the rumbling sound seemed to be thunder falling from the sky.

The sound of explosions covered up Jin Jianren's words, and his voice became smaller and smaller.

After Jin Jianren finished speaking, Qin Ze calmly said:

"I didn't expect you, a dying person, to be able to say these words."

"Now, it's time for you to hit the road. I'll send them to you later!"

After the words fell, Jin Jianren showed a smile on his face.

But Qin Ze had already cut it off with his sword without any expression on his face.

-

With a "bang" sound, Lu Bu jumped off the Red Rabbit Horse and rushed into the main gate of the imperial city with Fangtian Painted Halberd in his hand. He ran towards the Golden Palace.

Running across the spacious road, the ground was flashing with gorgeous lights, and there was a rumbling sound of explosions behind him, but he had no time to pay attention to it.

After a while, he finally arrived at the main entrance of Jinluan Palace.

As soon as he crossed the threshold, Lu Bu stopped and stared blankly at the high steps.

The next moment, his face lit up, he immediately knelt down on one knee, cupped his fist and said:

"Congratulations, my lord, for killing Jin Jianren!"

Outside Jinluan Hall, in front of Zhang Liao and Xu Zhu, Qin Ze was holding Jin Jianren's head and looking up at the night sky with a calm face.

"Tick."

"Tick."

Blood dripped from Jin Jianren's neck, and his blood-red eyes were still closed, seeming to be staring at the night sky.

Moon shadow and frost, this beautiful moonlit night.

I saw the bright fireworks rising and exploding in the lonely night sky.

Like colorful flowers blooming everywhere, but fleeting, like a short-lived flower.

But even so, there were still fireworks one after another rising into the night sky and exploding in the night sky.

At this moment, even the vast sky was filled with noise.

Qin Ze closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and felt the fireworks in the world. After a long time, he opened his eyes.

"What a beautiful day." He sighed.

Accompanied by a rapid whistling sound, a firework emitted white light and flew straight into the night sky.

-

"Oh!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Brilliant fireworks exploded in the air, causing the frightened horses to scream. The already bumpy road and the frightened horses really caused the people in the carriage to stagger.

Jin Fengluan held the crown with one hand, her pale face full of panic, and she shouted angrily:

"Slow down! Slow down!"

"I'm about to fall down!"

The palace maids helped Jin Fengling in panic, but they were scolded by her.

"Useless thing! Look, look! My dragon robe is wrinkled into a ball, and my crown is crooked!!"

"Run slower! Didn't I tell you that I'm going to spit it out!" She covered her mouth, her face getting increasingly angry.

"Yes! Your Majesty, I will send a message right away." The palace maid hurriedly opened the curtain, but as soon as she opened it, she saw fireworks floating in the night sky in the distance, which made her stunned.

But then, she still shouted:

"Your Majesty said it! Slow down!"

"You heard everything!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the curtain of the carriage behind was opened, revealing a helpless face. It was Jin Jiande. He said helplessly:

"Tell Your Majesty that the situation is urgent and there is no need to wait any longer."

"We have to get on our way as soon as possible. The top priority is to get back to Nanze as quickly as possible."

"When we get to Nanze, we can have a good rest."

The palace maid sighed, nodded, and conveyed Jin Jiande's words.

Immediately afterwards, angry shouting came from the carriage, but soon the curses turned into the sound of vomiting.

Then, a sad scream followed:

"My dragon robe is dirty!!"

"Quick! Give me another one quickly!!"

"Your Majesty, you are leaving in a hurry and there are no new dragon robes." The palace maid said cautiously with a troubled expression.

"No?! I don't care!"

"Bring me a new one quickly! If you don't get a new one, I will chop off your head!" Jin Fengling screamed.

"I want to change into a new dragon robe!"