There was silence in the room, as if you could hear a needle hitting the ground, and everyone's breathing and heartbeat stopped. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The blade of the heavy eagle reflected a room of cold light, as sharp as Ye Daidu's question, piercing the heart.

"Your Majesty, what are you talking about?" Xu Suying felt the oppression like suffocation. A sense of crisis made her want to interrupt the conversation. "Your Majesty, is this the famous sword and heavy eagle? It is rumored that Emperor Wujing's sword also went to the battlefield with Emperor Wenhui and Emperor Chengmin. ”

But neither Ye Daiwan nor Xu Jingming ignored her.

The icy, bone-chilling coldness made the room silent again.

"If I choose the latter, Your Majesty, do you want to kill me in this Hall of Eternal Life?" Xu Jingming replied with a wry smile. He sighed deeply, knelt down, and lowered his head to Ye Daidu. "Your Majesty, if you don't believe me, kill if you want. The life of the minister is already yours. ”

Ye Daiwan did not deny his words, nor did she agree.

She just sat down on the ground, looked at him, and laid her sword between them. Without the protection of the scabbard, the blade was exposed, almost touching Ye Daidu's knee and Xu Jingming's crown. But no one flinched.

Moreover, what is really terrible is not the sharp weapon, but the mind, the desire to be close to each other, the desire to respect each other, and the desire to serve each other.

Ye Daiwan understood that she helped Xu Jingming up.

"Look up. Look at me. ”

Xu Jingmingmu raised her head in a daze and looked directly into Ye Daiwan's eyes. "Your Majesty......"

In those eyes, there was a determination and courage that he did not have.

"What I said on Bridge Hill still counts. I don't want your life. Ye Daidu's voice was calm and gentle, like a blooming flower.

Da Wei is like this, God bless me Da Wei. But he. Xu Jingming smiled bitterly. "Your Majesty, my surname is Xu. I have the blood of the Shangjing family in my veins. Your Majesty, I have no choice. ”

"What is bloodline?" Ye Daiwan asked him rhetorically.

"Your Majesty, blood is thicker than water. I can get to where I am today only because my surname is Xu. Xu Jingming had to admit it, even if he hated it so much that he wanted to dig every word on it out of his heart.

No matter what his father did to him, he was born a member of the Xu family, and he would die in the Xu family's grave. He can only die for the glory of his ancestors, and must not turn his back on this surname.

"What is a surname? The surname is the mother, and the name is the father. The surname is the parent of a person. How can the father give me my bones, and my mother give me blood, and if I forsake my name and lose my bones and blood, how can I survive in the world? "Ye Daiwan knows that blood is thicker than water.

A person's name can represent the soul. What is the difference between a person who has lost his name and the walking dead? But is name all there is to a person? Can a name represent the pain and sorrow of the person?

Ye Daiwan has two names, one is this life and the other is another life. Both are her, but they are completely different. The experiences are different, the personalities are different, and even the people you love are different. Are they still alone? Even the beating of the heart in the chest is already different.

Xu Jingming's eyes widened, and the circles under her eyes were red. Why did he want to shed tears? As a son, this is not allowed. But when His Majesty said the persistence and despair in his heart, how could he hold himself?

He didn't know how to be gentle, he only felt that His Majesty's eyes made him like bathing in spring, like a summer breeze, like eating autumn fruits, like appreciating winter snow, so moved people to tears. He can't be shaken, but he can't help him.

"Flesh and blood are born from parents, and they will stay for the rest of their lives, a handful of loess. The surname is engraved on the monument, but where is the soul buried? Country. Ye Daiwan was sitting precariously with a calm voice. We will eventually die, our bones will turn to loess, and the tombstones with our names engraved will disappear. At that time, what will matter who we are by name? It's nothing but a geist. ”

"How so? Your Majesty, you are the king of the Great Wei, and the history books will never leave you out. Xu Jingming retorted excitedly.

"If it is a history book, if it only records my name, it is no different from the family tree surnamed Ye." Ye Daiwan laughed. "If it is recorded: At the beginning of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the eldest daughter of the first emperor named Dai Duan ascended the throne as the emperor, and the year name was Chile. Isn't it bland? ”

Then without waiting for Xu Jingming to answer, Ye Daiwan put away her smile and laughed at herself. "I'm afraid it's the book of the dead country to write about me, the incompetent king."

"Your Majesty." Xu Jingming wanted to refute, but was stopped by Ye Daiwei.

"If you refuse to assist me, then don't say that I am the king of the world. Is the surname you are talking about really irrelevant to the country? You know in your heart that if you don't have this country, your surname is just spring snow, no matter how dazzling it is, it will eventually melt. But you still chose your last name instead of me. ”

"No......" Xu Jingming clenched his hands into fists, and his green muscles burst out. What he wanted to refute was that what he wanted to repay was not the surname or the Xu family, but the clan that gave birth to him and raised him.

His Majesty was kind to him, but the clan raised him and protected his mother and sister. He can't be a ruthless and unrighteous person. There is no such thing as the righteousness of the world. Sigh.

Xu Jingming no longer hesitated. "Your Majesty is a holy monarch who can rule the world. There is no need for historical precipitation, the eyes of the minister have already seen the rising prosperity. God bless me Dawei, fortunately Your Majesty. ”

Ye Daiwan felt her heart clenched together. Although she already understood what he was trying to say, although there was a voice inside that kept howling, trying to stop him, but she didn't.

She didn't say anything, looked at him quietly, and bowed to herself.

"It's just Your Majesty, please forgive me for not being able to accompany you."

A cold voice rang out in the room, shattering all her luck.

Still lost.

At this moment, Ye Daiwan wanted to cover her eyes and cry, but she couldn't. She wanted to use her clever speech to persuade him and defeat him, but she couldn't. Because she understands, she understands better than anyone.

Sometimes I wish I could pretend to be confused.

Ye Daiwan held back her tears and held the sword between the two, the blade facing downward, cutting the mat between the two little by little. The shredded sound lasted for a long time, and finally stopped.

"From now on, your life is your own."

"Let's go."

These two sentences used up almost all of Ye Daidu's strength. She brushed her sleeves and walked away.

The doors of the temple were shut. Xu Jingming knelt there alone. In fact, he wanted to take another look at His Majesty's figure, which was the King of the Prosperous Age that he identified, and that was the Lord he wanted to be loyal to.

But he couldn't lift his head, because he couldn't stop the tears. What stupidity, what a manifestation of cowardice. Lang Jun can't cry, tears damage the glory.

But how is it possible not to cry?

Your Majesty......