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The bronze maid covered with patina raised her hands above her head, holding a beam of jumping fire in her palm, which illuminated the dark room in a dim light, and there were two shadows embedded in the dim light and shadow, one belonged to Yan Eighteen, and the other was a tall shadow. 【愛↑去△小↓說△網 Qu 】

Guan Ion's figure was very tall, a whole head taller than the thin Yan Eighteen, and he was standing behind Yan Eighteen, as if he had not suffered any cruel treatment, and the expression on his face was still indifferent.

Yan Shibai raised his head and looked at him, Lao Qing really looked like a lion, with white hair like snow, iron beard, just standing like that, a fierce momentum burst out from his body, even if he was now in the shadow of death.

Guan Ion was also looking at Yan Eighteen.

The eyes of the two men intertwined.

Because of tilting his head, after a long time, Yan Shibai felt that his neck was a little sore, and he couldn't help but raise his hand and rub it.

At this time, Lao Qingxiang walked to the opposite side of Yan Eighteen and sat down, even so, he was much more majestic than Yan Eighteen, and his majestic figure covered Yan Eighteen opposite. Yan Eighteen was about to move to the side. Lao Qing smiled slightly, moved his buttocks and sat diagonally.

"The country can't be without a king for a day, it's time for the king to return to Yanjing."

Guan ions stirred the bamboo spoon in the tea soup, and the sound was very flat and steady.

Yan Shibai stared at the bamboo spoon, watching it stir up ripples in the pale yellow tea soup, and those ripples spread out in all directions, just like his mood at this time, chaotic and complicated. Waiting for Lao Qingxiang to hook up a spoonful of tea and pour the tea into his bowl, Yan Shibai took a deep breath of tea, and his eyes became sharp: "You are all my vassals, you can't raise the sword in your hand without my order." ”

"Your Majesty."

Guan Ion squinted slightly, a strange light flashed in his phoenix eyes, he picked up the tea bowl, drank it in one go, and then looked directly at Yan Eighteen: "This is Luoyu City, not Yanjing, as the king of a country, the king should stay where he should stay." ”

"The three Yan brothers are not rebellious, they don't dare to do anything to me."

"Your Majesty, this is war, not child's play, anything can happen." The old minister's voice intensified.

Yan Shiba's eyebrows jumped, he avoided the gaze of the old minister, and looked at the shadows on the ground: "Of course, state affairs are not child's play, as long as you take one wrong step, you will be doomed, but if I want to go back to Yanjing, then what will be the ending, you should know better than me." ”

"Of course the old minister knows."

Lao Qingxiang moved his buttocks and took three steps back, until he retreated under the narrow window, raised his hand, raised his eyebrows, and then bowed deeply: "When the king sets off, it is when the head of the old minister hangs on the top of the flag. ”

"If you know everything, why are you coming along?"

"For the strength of the Yan Kingdom."

Lao Qingxiang's voice was subdued, word by word like an iron bean hitting the ground, he was prostrate under the window, his majestic back did not move: "The old minister said that everything is for the strength of the Yan country, and for this reason, generation after generation of Yan people threw their heads and sprinkled blood. The blood of the swallow people is iron. The old minister's head was hanging above the flag. ”

"No, you are my minister, my vassal, without the order of the feudal king, vassals are not allowed to kill each other."

"Your Majesty!"

Lao Qingxiang raised his head suddenly, his eyes were blood-red, his beard was open, he dragged his fists, moved his legs, and approached Yan Eighteen, as if he was going to swallow Yan Eighteen in one bite.

Yan Eighteen was startled, and couldn't help but lean back.

"Your Majesty."

Seeing this, Lao Qingxiang came back to his senses, and the momentum up and down his body suddenly retracted, and then retreated under the window, prostrate on the ground: "The king's intentions, the old ministers know, but now is not the time, hatred has blinded the eyes of the three Yan brothers, they are like vengeful wolf cubs, if there is no head of the old minister, they will not stop." The world is not peaceful, and it has been a long time since the monarch left Yanjing, and he must go back as soon as possible. ”

"Didn't Prime Minister Lao Qing say that as long as the three Yan brothers are summoned, the world will be peaceful?"

"No, the world will never be peaceful, and the undercurrent will always stir in the dark, and by the time you see it, it will be too late. Your Majesty, since you followed your husband here, the old minister has long put life and death out of the way. Life is in the world, a hundred years in a hurry, as long as you die well, what is the regret. ”

In that beating light, the old Qingxiang's majestic shoulders slowly lowered until his forehead hit the cold ground.

Yan Eighteen was silent.

After a long time, Lao Qingxiang raised his head, glanced at Yan Eighteen, a very deep look, and then slowly got up and walked towards the prison door, Yan Wuxian was waiting outside with a sword.

"Wait."

Yan Shibai didn't look back, he stared at the boiling tea soup, I don't know if it was smoked by the heat, or for some other reason, there was a layer of mist flashing in those beautiful eyes, he clenched his fists, his nails sank deep into the flesh, and with that tingling pain, he stabilized his mind: "Why did the old minister come here with me?" ”

Lao Qingxiang froze, for a long time, his shoulders trembled: "If I don't come, the king won't know that there are many things in the world that happen and end under the attention of the Great God of Haotian, and they are not controlled by mortals at all." Even if the king is the king of ten thousand, an order is enough to overthrow the city and the country, and the blood will flow like a river. ”

"I see."

Yan Shibai lowered his head, and in the palm of his outstretched hand, blood was flowing along the lines of his palm, and he finally asked: "Uncle Jiu, is it really the Qing Xiang's order to kill?" ”

"Yes or no, it doesn't matter anymore. Your Majesty, the old minister said goodbye. ”

The sound of the chain sounded again, and Yan Shibai walked to the window, stood on tiptoe, and watched Lao Qingxiang walk on the narrow staircase, getting farther and farther away.

……

The majestic old Qing Xiang left, walking on the road of his fate, Yan Shibai also walked out of the cage and came to the towering ancient tree, the sun was a little blazing, he raised his hand, looked up at the ancient tree and the sky from the gap between his five fingers, but saw a piece of blood red.

It's quiet in the city.

The horse's hooves stepped on the brown fallen leaves, making a 'puff puff' sound, Yan Eighteen rode on the horse's back, stretched out his hand, and caught a fallen leaf falling from the sky.

There are a lot of people in Falling Feather City.

Dense crowds of people, they quietly watched Yan Eighteen and watched him ride the black horse from the place where the Xuanniao came. The shadow of the giant tree had always hung over him.

The black horse was extremely strong, its eyes were red as blood, it carried Yan Eighteen out of Luoyu City, and followed the winding Shenyu River, tracing the footprints of the Yan people, and came to the front of thousands of horses.

It was still the black ocean, but there were no white waves in that ocean, and Yan Wuxian also took off the armor of revenge and knelt on one knee on the high platform.

Yan Eighteen was dressed in a black coat, embroidered with a golden bird, the tail of the big hat hung down to the horse's legs, he did not wear the dress of the prince, but wore heavy armor, and a sword hung on his waist, the sword originally belonged to his old Qingxiang, and at this time, the old Qingxiang was looking at him above his head.

"Hoof it, hoof it."

A man and a horse crossed the endless iron stream and came to the high platform. Yan Wuxian leaned on Qingli's sword and said something loudly, but Yan Eighteen didn't hear a word clearly. The 60,000-strong army was slaughtered in the wind, roaring something, but Yan Eighteen still didn't hear a word. He raised his head in a daze and looked at the old minister on the flag.

Lao Qingxiang swayed in the wind, why did he sway? He must have been deploring my ignorance, ignorant of believing that everything was under control, ignorant of losing his life, ignorant of not seeing war and greed for what it is.

Is it? Is that so?

"Your Majesty!!"

Che Jing yelled under Yan Eighteen's horse. Yan Shibai lowered his head and turned his head to look, only to see that his teacher was blushing and staring straight at him.

Why did he glare at me, was he angry with me? He wants to replace Lao Qingxiang and spread the benevolence of the Mo family on the land of Yan Kingdom, yes, he has taught me this since I was a child, the king loves the ministers, and wins each other's trust and benefits. But why did my love end up like this? Is it my insignificance and ignorance, or the ugliness of the world? ’

Yan Eighteen thought in a daze, thinking very seriously.

"The !! of the King"

This time, it was the captain of his forbidden army who was yelling at him, and the majestic Che Ying was shrouded in iron armor all over his body, only two eyes were exposed, those eyes were blazing like fire, and the occasional flash of coldness was palpitating.

Yan Shibai tilted his head and looked at Che Ying like a fool.

"Your Majesty!!"

Suddenly, there was a roar between the sky and the earth, it was a roar from an army of 60,000 people, this roar completely woke up Yan Eighteen, he trembled all over, squinted his eyes and looked in all directions, his eyes were extremely cold, there seemed to be an unfathomable whirlpool hidden in it, everyone who touched his gaze was attracted, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

At this moment, he pulled out the sword on his waist, pointed at the blood sun above his head, and said loudly: "I am the king of Yan Kingdom, you are all my vassals, you are brave and fearless, you are not afraid of death, if you go with me, you may never come back, and even die without a body!" However, you will sprinkle every drop of blood on this land, the land of the Yan Kingdom. Now, as your feudal lord, I ask you, would you like to follow me......" Speaking of this, he paused, his bloodshot eyes swept every corner of the army, and roared: "Kill Yanjing!" ”

"The blood of the Yan people is iron!"

"The blood of the Yan people is iron!!"

Hosts roared.

……

Fate is sometimes ridiculous, when you go east, it sets up an obstacle in the east, so that you can't jump over, you have to walk around it, and when you go around for a while, you suddenly find that you are back to the beginning.

In front of the hand of fate, any person is a small ant, but some ants will become stronger and more sensitive, they will not think about controlling fate, but only think about how to use it to achieve their desired goals.

And these ants, we call heroes.

Yan Eighteen is undoubtedly a hero.

--Excerpt from, "Zhongzhou Chronicles - The Biography of King Yan" reading, a better reading experience.