Taking the Yangtze River as a natural moat, Nanhui occupied the south of the Yangtze River, and Wei occupied the north of the Yangtze River. Princess Li Qing of Anshun of Southern Hui Province and Emperor Li Yu of Southern Hui Province were born from the same mother. Although they were three years apart, they looked the same as their siblings. The princess was born with a weak heart and suffered from heart disease. She was given a constant supply of decoctions and medicines in the palace. She was raised pampered until she was fifteen years old. She married Zhao Zhengyu, the prince of Beiyi. She was robbed while crossing the Yangtze River gorge on the Wei Road. The Beiyi army searched for her at night, but to no avail. The next day, ten miles away along the Wei Road, a headless body of a woman in red clothes was found in the shallows of the Wei River. A surviving maid identified her as "a red mole on her palm. This is Princess Anshun."
Emperor Beiqi was furious and claimed that Wei had set up an ambush to intercept and kill the princess of Bei Qi. He intended to destroy the diplomatic relations between Bei Qi and Nan Hui and disturb the peace of the world. He sent 100,000 soldiers to attack Wei. Nan Hui and Wei came across the chasm with 10,000 reinforcements. After three years, they won.
She met him for the first time in the sixth year of Ningde in Nanhui. Emperor Nanhui went to Wei territory to meet the prince of Beiqi and personally congratulated Beiqi on his entry into Wei Jing.
One wears black armor and a sword, the other wears brocade clothes and a jade crown. Movement and stillness, fire and water, are natural opposites.
"Zixu pays homage to his brother."
He cupped his hands and bowed respectfully. Emperor Nanhui hurriedly raised his hand, "Prince, why is this?"
The eyebrows are deep, a pair of fox eyes soften the strong lines on his face, his shoulders are wide and his waist is narrow, and he wears black armor, which gives him a sense of aura, and when he shoots the cold stars, he is majestic.
Comparing the two sides, Emperor Nan Hui's body is slightly thinner and thinner.
Emperor Nan Hui's skin was too white and tender, and his lips were apricot and jade teeth. Maybe it was the water in the south of the Yangtze River that nourished people. The people from the south couldn't compare to the roughness and tallness of the people from the north.
"I, Princess Anshun, the crown prince of Beiyi, am the sister of Emperor Hui. Shouldn't Zixu call you brother?"
In the eleventh year of Ningde, the internal and external forces of Nanhui colluded, and the prince of Beiyi led 100,000 soldiers to attack Huijing.
"I, Li Qing, Princess Anshun of Southern Hui Province, faked my death in the Northern Wei Dynasty and caused a great uproar in the world because of me. I deserve to die. I borrowed my brother's position and deceived the world. I deserved to die because of the beacon and drums. When a woman pays homage to the public, she violates the principles of her ancestors and violates the laws of the world. The country is in trouble and the people are suffering. In fact, it is the reincarnation of heaven. I deserve to die."
She stood at the top of the city, her solemn and prosperous red tiara rolled up by the wind. She didn't have any accessories on her body. She didn't wear a tiara, just a so-called jade crown that matched her very well.
A person came out of the city. He was wearing black armor and a silver sword, and he was riding a white horse. He squinted at the wind to catch shadows, and the flag was flying, as if the wind picked up again and she could fly down the tower. The black armor was beating in his chest, like thunder and lightning, and the wind was spreading to the tip of his heart. He squeezed the reins tightly.
"Li Qing! If you dare to die, I will let all the people in Huijing be buried with you!"
She jumped off the city wall without hesitation.
Her name is Li Qing, she is Princess Anshun and the Emperor of Nanhui.
There was a roar, and heavy rain poured down immediately. The blood flowed all over his body, and he fell stiffly from the horse.
He stretched out his hand to touch it, and raindrops fell on his trembling face. The hand stretched out in the air seemed to be recalling the traces of the wind. It was just a little bit short, just a little bit short... Don't compete with the north...
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