In the blink of an eye, it was winter again, and the snow was falling one after another. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info year-end Chinese New Year's Eve night is coming soon. A grand New Year's celebration took place in the main hall of the Royal Palace. General Han Yujue's family was invited to the palace for a banquet.

In the splendid palace hall, Han Moyu saw the most beautiful boy in the legendary Yan Kingdom for the first time, Murong Huang. Murong Huang, the unparalleled and beautiful prince of the Yan Kingdom, was brought back to the Qin State as a prisoner of war.

At that time, Murong Huang, who was only twelve years old, was standing in the hall, with heavy chains on his hands and feet, receiving critical scrutiny from all sides. Dressed in red, he held his head high, neither humble nor arrogant. On the snow-white face, a pair of blue eyes reveal a calmness and composure that is not commensurate with his age. Her long, dark brown hair cascaded down like a waterfall, shining golden in the sun.

Even if he stood in handcuffs and shackles like that, even if he was barefoot, his whole body was irrepressibly overflowing with a unique noble and arrogant temperament. Han Moyu was like that, staring at him stupidly, looking at the peerless face that he had never seen before. She suddenly felt that the person standing on the stage and restrained by chains was not a beautiful young man, but a phoenix with dazzling red flames burning all over his body.

His Majesty the Emperor sat on the throne in front of the main hall, and the beautiful woman next to him peeled the lychee, and the delicate fortress was put into the emperor's mouth, but His Majesty the Emperor stretched out his hand to block it. The beautiful woman hid to the side with a look of grief, only to see His Majesty the Emperor looking at the heavenly boy in a daze, his gaze did not leave for a long time, and the gaze was hot and deep, as if he wanted to pass through the flesh/body of the beautiful young man and see through his soul......

Han Changyu, who was sitting in front of Han Moyu, suddenly turned his head, looked at Han Moyu and smiled, and said softly: "More beautiful than you!"

Han Moyu glared at him fiercely and said, "Who has to look like him to be pathetic, like a girl!"

Han Changyu gently pulled Han Moyu and whispered in her ear, "Do you really think he looks like a delicate woman?" he shook his head, "It seems to me that there is an aura of anger in his body, which belongs to the anger of an angry and humiliated man. This guy can't be tortured/humiliated so easily. Those who torture/humiliate him will inevitably pay the price. ”

Murong Huang looked at everyone's stupid gaze and smiled coldly, that cold and gloomy smile could instantly make the sun and moon dull, and the heavens and the earth colorless. It's just that, at the same time, it brings involuntary pain in people's hearts. Han Moyu was stunned, thinking, I don't know if it was his happy smile, what kind of stunning it would be?

"If Dad is a piece of white and cold jade, he is a piece of fiery red jade!" Han Mo Yu looked at Murong Huang stupidly and said.

"What about you?" Han Changyu asked, turning his head and smiling.

"I ...... I am mud, I am a stone......" Han Moyu still looked at Murong Huang stupidly, unable to take his eyes off it.

"Hahaha~~~~~" Han Changyu lowered his voice, but couldn't help laughing: "If you think you're mud like this, wouldn't I be dung......" said, trying to pull Han Moyu's stiff face.

Unexpectedly, Han Moyu lowered his eyes. "I don't want to see him anymore. Brother, why did Your Majesty chain him? Han Mo said.

"Why ?......" Han Changyu was a little speechless. He didn't know how to answer. Among the royal nobles, it is common to play/play with a beautiful boy, and even everyone will be proud of the beautiful boy with a peerless appearance. However, now this kind of thing is happening in the emperor's house.

He had heard a lot of rumors about the royal captive of the Yan Kingdom, but could he say such a thing to Han Moyu? Can he tell him that His Majesty the Emperor has done everything he can to torture/humiliate the little pride that this beautiful young man has left in order to completely obtain such a beautiful imperial captive of the enemy country? Han Changyu shook his head.

The banquet passed in the midst of everyone's praises and laughter. Until Han Moyu got into the carriage home, he still looked like he was not giving up. At that moment, all she had engraved in her mind was Murong Huang's beautiful appearance, beauty, and anger, stubbornness, hatred, and humiliation, forming a sharp contrast on his face, making him like a red-hot soldering iron, fiercely imprinted in Han Moyu's mind and heart.

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After that, when I saw Murong Huang again, it was in the prisoner of war arena for the royal family to play. At that time, Murong Huang was not a prisoner of war who fought to the death in the field, but as a singer in red, standing on a high stage and singing for the prisoners of war who were slaughtered below.

The celebration lasted for seven days and seven nights. Watching the slaughter between prisoners of war was also part of the entertainment. His Majesty the Emperor sat in the high stands, looking down at the bloody game going on in the field below. The queen sat on his right, the crown prince sat on his left, and on the left and right sat concubines and princesses of all ranks, in descending order. Then there are the civil and military officials.

And around the field, there are guards. The captured enemy army was one of the lowest ranks in the country, and it was not even as good as the servants of ordinary people who were sold into slavery, no, it should be said that they were not even as good as a dog of a rich family.

Normally, the enemy soldiers and prisoners of war would be sent to do hard labor, often lasting less than a year before being tortured to death, while the enemy noble non-commissioned officer prisoners of war were left here and forced to fight and kill each other for the royal family's amusement. Disobedient prisoners of war are generally subjected to physical/physical and mental torture that is worse than death, and the death is often extremely tragic.

Prisoner of war trainers would do everything possible to destroy and domesticate prisoners of war. In this country, watching prisoners of war fight is as common as teasing crickets. Wealthy aristocrats often chose their favorite prisoners of war as their own bets, and the selected prisoners of war were generally treated relatively well, and some were even ransomed as domestic servants and escaped from this hell on earth.

Han Moyu pursed his lips and looked at the square in front of him.

In the square, there were seven prisoners of war from the Yan Kingdom, as well as four prisoners of war from the Jin Kingdom, two Liang States, and two Dai Kingdoms. At first, the prisoners of war of various countries seemed to be fighting in a melee without distinguishing between friend and foe, but then the battle line of friend and foe gradually became clear, and the seven prisoners of war of the Yan State united to fight the enemy, while the other eight prisoners of war all pointed the spearhead of hostility at the Yan prisoners of war.

At this time, on the pavilion standing high in the center of the square, a young singer in red appeared. From a distance, I couldn't see his face clearly, but Han Moyu looked at the figure that was like a jumping flame, and immediately recognized that it was the prince of Yan Kingdom, Murong Huang. And her judgment was quickly confirmed by Grandpa Xiao.