In the 28th year of Tianming, the king of Beixueling went out to fight against Emperor Tianming in the imperial court on the expedition to the Western Liao Kingdom, and was punished in the palace for three months, during which Emperor Tianming successively withdrew from his hands the military power of the two defenders on the southeast and northeast borders.

In the 29th year of Tianming, the king of Beixueling committed murder, seized the land of the common people, killed three women and children, and the emperor of Tianming was furious, cut off his title of general, took back all his dereliction of duty except for the title of king of Beixueling, imprisoned him in the palace, and meditated on his own mistakes.

It's spring again, and I'm 8 years old in the blink of an eye.

It has been three years since my father gave me the necklace, and everything that happened in the palace during those three years foreshadowed the meaning of my father's words after my fifth birthday.

Holding military power, loyal ministers of the three dynasties, different surnames of the royal family, and high merit.

Every dynasty, no matter how holy the emperor is, can't stand the courtiers pressing on his head, so the courtiers who hold the power are like a sharp blade hanging over his head, which may fall anytime and anywhere, making his blood splash.

However, Emperor Ming was obviously not a fair and honest person, and he couldn't find fault with his father, so he despicably used the trick of framing, but he didn't know that as long as he yelled at his father to let him die, he would not hesitate to cut off his own head and hold it to him.

It's just that I always feel that since my father has handed over the military power, how can the emperor look at the king of Beiling for the sake of his uncle of the opposite sex, so let him stay at home and spend his old age in peace, but unfortunately I can't understand how ruthless the emperor of this era is.

It was my eighth birthday.

My father, who was imprisoned in the palace, was very interested in organizing my birthday banquet with his own hands, and I sat in the garden in the bright spring day, watching my father's pale hair and rickety back busy going in and out of the courtyard, and suddenly I felt a sadness, and I couldn't help but want to ask him to stop and rest.

It happened in the evening, before the sun set, and the sky was a dark red fiery cloud.

I was staring at my father's back in a daze, when I heard a burst of screams from the front yard, and my father also heard the sound in the front yard, motioned for the Bodhisattva to accompany me, picked up his sword and strode towards the front yard.

Before I could react, I saw several black figures leaping into the garden, raising their knives to slash at me, and the Bodhisattva behind me took out a soft sword from his waist and stabbed at those people mercilessly, and suddenly several figures were quickly entangled together.

I was a little worried about my father and mother, and I staggered to the front yard with my legs that I had never walked, and as soon as I took two steps, my legs were weak, and I fell to the ground heavily, and my whole body hurt hotly, and I suddenly hated myself for why I had only been immersed in memories all these years, and now it had become so useless.

The fighting in the front yard became more and more intense, and I glanced back at the Bodhisattva, those few men in black were very skilled, and although the Bodhisattva would not lose to them, he could not get rid of their entanglement for a while.

I gritted my teeth and struggled forward.

Blood, bright red blood, splashing blood rained down on me.

The corpses in the courtyard, those relatives who usually hurt me and spoil me to the bone are lying quietly in a pool of blood and not moving.

Every time I take a step forward, I can see a familiar face: the fat aunt in the vulgar saffron dress is the kitchen lady Hu, who always smiles and brings a plate of delicate snacks she makes for me to taste, and from time to time chatters about the little things in her hometown, at this moment she is lying on her back on the ground, her body has been slashed several times, and the bright red blood flows down from her body, and quickly converges into a pool of blood; Beside her, the petite girl in a grass-green skirt is the maid Xiaohe who serves me in her diet and daily life on weekdays, she always takes out two pieces of dim sum from Aunt Hu's mouth, and giggles while eating and tells me what her favorite front door guard Li has done during the day, at this moment she is lying on the ground, her face is turned to one side, her eyes are wide open in horror, as if she was killed from behind when she fled in panic; And the old man who was cut to a blur of flesh by the man in black, he was the old butler who loved me the most besides my parents, and he always sat under the pear tree with a smile and was happy to teach me to speak, but now he could no longer smile and teach me those words that I should have said a long time ago.

Over there are the guard Xiao Li, the gardener Brother Wu, and the kitchen helper Gu Sister-in-law......

Familiar faces, cold corpses, people who were standing in front of me a moment ago, can only lie here coldly, lying in a pool of cold blood.

Tears fell, father, mother, where are you, don't have an accident, as long as you don't have an accident, I will call you hundreds of times and thousands of times, and live every day with tears and laughter by your side......

It turns out that this flesh and blood affection has long been integrated into every bit of my flesh and blood, but I keep calling them my nominal parents in my heart, so I deserve to go to the eighteenth layer of hell.

"Shang'er, be careful..."

A man in black slashed at me with a large knife in his hand, and just as the knife was about to fall on me, a figure pounced on me, and blood splattered in front of me in an instant.

"Mother, mother......"

I shouted out the words that had been buried in my heart for a long time, and the vocal cords that I hadn't spoken for a long time hurt hotly, but I couldn't feel it, just called the person in front of me over and over again, but unfortunately she couldn't hear it anymore.

"Madame......"

Father shouted, flew to this side, the man in black who had just stabbed his mother to death waved the knife and slashed down, I hugged my mother tightly, muttered "mother" in her ear, slowly closed my eyes, ready to bear the knife, and then went to Huangquan Road to accompany my mother.

A stream of heat ran down my cheeks, and the thick smell of blood rushed into my nose like crazy, and I opened my eyes suddenly, and saw my father's tall body standing in front of me and my mother, a large knife piercing through his back and peeking out of his chest, the sharp blade stained a vivid red with blood.

"Dress..."

My father held his sword in both hands and stood in front of us, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes looked at me and my mother with infinite nostalgia, and then he slowly raised a hand from the sword, stroked the top of my hair and rubbed it gently, and the next moment it hung down weakly.

"Daddy..."

I tried to open my mouth, trying to call him, but my torn throat could not make a sound, the tears had long since dried up, I looked blankly at my mother who was covered in blood in my arms, and my father who was holding a sword in front of me before he died, my mind was blank, and only one sentence kept circling in my mind: "For my father, I will protect you for a day......"