Chapter 113: Emperor Tang dies

"Departing Song?"
Su Qin frowned slightly.
From a literal point of view, the "Departing Song" should be a kind of music, belonging to a score played by a musician and a luthier.
"Unfortunately, I shouldn't use it..."
Su Qin shook his head slightly. He was not a musician or luthier at all, and he had no interest in music. Even if he had a peerless piece, he wouldn't spend much energy on it.
"However, since I got it, it doesn't hurt to take a look."
Su Qin started to accept the system's ‘indoctrination’.
Hum!
In a flash, all the secrets about the'Death Song' flowed slowly in Su Qin's heart.
Su Qin could only feel the sound of mourning music in his mind, faintly expressing the meaning of detachment from the past.
After a while.
Su Qin suddenly opened his eyes.
"It's not easy..."
A hint of surprise appeared on Su Qin's face.
Originally, Weapon thought that the "Departure Song" was just a simple piece of music, but after receiving the system'instillation', he suddenly discovered that the "Departure Song" is not just a piece of music, it is a combination of music and martial arts.
When playing the song of death, you can kill people with the sound of the piano, which is a bit similar to the mysterious method of Xiao Li Feida.
Within the scope of the sound of the piano, if the spirit is not as good as Su Qin, death!
Su Qin signed in at the Shaolin Temple and obtained countless magical skills, including this sonic killing method.
But the killing intent that was revealed was too deliberate.
For example, Shaolin Temple's unique "Lion Roar" is to use sound waves as weapons.
It's as natural as the "Departure Song", but it is very rare, or even not.
"Not bad."
Su Qin's face was delighted.
...
Then Su Qin returned to a peaceful and leisurely day again.
Although the imperial palace is far from being as uncontested as the Shaolin Temple, for Su Qin, it is almost the same. The intrigue in the palace basically has nothing to do with him.
As the prince’s ‘eldest brother-in-law’, how could others dare to provoke Su Qin if it’s too late?
On that day, after Su Qingang signed, he suddenly moved and looked towards the Palace of Longevity.
The Palace of Longevity is the bedroom of the emperors of Tang Dynasty.
"Emperor Tang is dying..."
Su Qin's eyes were calm. Whether it is the real eye or the divine mind, the life breath of Emperor Tang lying on the dragon couch in the Hall of Longevity at this moment is like a candle in the wind, which can be extinguished at any time.
"It's missing an interesting person..."
Su Qin shook his head slightly and sighed slightly.
Although he hadn't been to the palace for a long time, he had contacted Emperor Tang several times and felt that the other person was good, at least he was kind to Su Qin, and he had rewarded him with many golden treasures.
He even wanted to transfer Su Qin to the imperial hospital for reuse.
Although Su Qin didn't like these at all, the Emperor Tang was also kind.
Of course, Su Qin only found the Emperor Tang interesting, but nothing else.
Emperor Tang's death was entirely due to the approaching end of his life. In this case, even the Venerable Arhat or the martial arts myth could not be saved.
"It doesn't matter whether it's dead, it's torture to live."
Su Qin thought silently.
Although Grandpa Zhao, a top class, is willing to hang Tang Emperor's life with his own vitality, it does not mean that Emperor Tang can live comfortably.
Being dead now is a kind of ‘liberation’.
"However, that father-in-law Zhao should not live long..."
Su Qin moved in his heart, carefully felt the breath of Father Zhao, and judged in his heart.
Gonggong Zhao is a top-notch. It stands to reason that even if he does not live to the limit of 200 years, he can still live to be one hundred and eighty or ninety years old.
It is a pity that in order to make up for the loss of Tang Emperor's body, Zhao Gonggong is willing to use his vitality to continue his life for Tang Emperor.
If Grandpa Zhao was a superb product with a physical metamorphosis, with a powerful physical body, he could sustain him for several years.
But Grandpa Zhao's body was inherently mutilated, unable to transform his body, causing Grandpa Zhao to be close to a state of exhaustion.
Now Emperor Tang is dying, and Father Zhao will not live long.
"Emperor Tang is dying, he should call the prince over to explain the funeral, right?"
Su Qin was thinking about this in his heart, and found that a red walked out of the Hall of Longevity, transformed into a phantom, and arrived in front of the Hall of Chengen in the East Palace in a moment.
Shortly after.
Prince Li Sheng walked out in a panic, and quickly walked towards the Palace of Longevity.
...
Inside the longevity hall.
Tang Huang leaned quietly on the dragon couch, his expression calm, he didn't seem to be facing death at all.
"Your Majesty, the old slave is useless, unable to prolong your life..."
Grandpa Zhao knelt down on the ground and said in a low voice.
"You have done enough..." Emperor Tang reluctantly forced a smile and said lightly: "If it weren't for you, I would have died ten years ago..."
at this time.
Prince Li Sheng walked quickly into the Hall of Longevity, knelt down in front of the dragon couch with a puff, and said in a trembled voice: "Father, are you okay?"
"You must be fine, I'll let the royal doctor come over."
Prince Li Sheng tried to stand up, but was pressed by Emperor Tang.
"No need." Tang Huang looked at Prince Li Sheng, shook his head and said: "I know my own body. It is unexpected to live to this day..."
When Tang Huang said this, he coughed a few times. After a long time, he continued: "Before you enter Chang'an, I deliberately let your brothers fight for power, win over the officials, and divide the court."
"Now, I have cleansed out those dissident courtiers for you, and those who stay in the court now, not to mention that they must be loyal to you, but at least they are loyal to Tang."
"After I die, you will take over a clean, clear and bright court that belongs to you completely. At that time, you can fully display your ambitions..."
"However, I may not see that time..."
When Tang Huang said this, his voice was obviously lowered.
"Father!"
Prince Li Sheng's eyes were red.
At this moment, he didn't know everything that Emperor Tang did for him.
Ever since he was still in the public, Emperor Tang has already begun to pave the way for him and completely eliminate the resistance after his succession.
"It's just that there is one thing that I am still softened after all..."
Emperor Tang raised his head and stared at Prince Li Sheng: "Your brothers, I should give them all to die. Only then, if you inherit the throne, you will have no future troubles..."
A hint of complexity flashed in Tang Huang's tone.
Even though he severely cleaned the court several times, he chose to exile several princes instead of giving them death forever.
"If they have any actions in the future and are not reconciled to being trapped in the fief, you don't need to worry, just recall Chang'an and kill them."
Emperor Tang sighed slightly, as if thinking of something, his face softened: "I am worthy of anyone in my life, but I am the only one sorry for your mother..."
Emperor Tang leaned on the dragon couch, his expression was nostalgic, and his voice was like a mosquito whispering:
"Ling'er, I did what I promised you..."
"Father, Father!" Prince Li Sheng looked at Emperor Tang whose vitality was completely dissipated, tears couldn't stop immediately, and he cried.
"His Majesty......"
Father Zhao looked up and whispered.