Chapter 64: The veteran is not old

The moon had just risen, and there was a lingering afterglow of day between heaven and earth. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The hazy light is not enough to make you see the face of the person walking on the other side, but it can also allow you to peek into the figure and get the answer about his identity in your mind.

On the ancestral altar, scattered fires are illuminated in this place of worship of ancestors. The light of the fire not only dispelled the shivering of the women and children gathered around the pyre, but also calmed the frightened people in the night.

Coincidentally, Emperor Qinghua also took a hot celadon cup and put it to his lips at this time. Of course, he couldn't taste Chen Baichuan's exclusive tea, and sighed at Mingyue. In his cup is rice wine slowly roasted on a small red stove.

If Chen Baichuan saw this situation, he would not be able to say that the poetry was prosperous, and he stole the works of poetry and demons that have been passed down through the ages, changed them indiscriminately, deceived the world and stole his name, and won the applause of the audience.

"Green ant new roasted wine, red clay small stove."

"Spring is like snow in the evening, and you can drink a cup of nothing."

It's a pity that the person who roasts the wine is not Chen Baichuan, and the person who drinks is not Chen Baichuan's nature.

Emperor Qinghua touched the wine glass slightly, and a warm current flowed through his chest. He looked at Bai Qian, who was silently roasting wine beside him, and after being quiet for a long time, he suddenly said, "You go down, I want to stay alone for a while." ”

Bai Qian was still speechless, put the warm wine bottle on the table, and turned to leave.

The moon is shining, and people's hearts are lonely. Emperor Qinghua recalled the words of several spies who had returned from the imperial capital over and over again in his mind, and the warm wine slowly warmed his stomach along the mouthpiece.

The body is cold, there is a stove, there is warm wine. The cold in my heart, but there is no good way to get rid of it.

All the evidence pointing to the prince before was just speculation, but the scenes that the spies saw from under the gate of the imperial capital made the speculation really come true.

Emperor Qinghua is old, and the subconscious in his heart makes him escape the truth. The moment the truth was nakedly presented in front of him, he realized that he had great power in his hands, and there was also weakness in his heart.

"If people bear me, how can I tolerate it as the son of heaven?"

The last drop of wine ignited the anger in Emperor Qinghua's heart, he was the Ninety-Five Supreme, and he was the chosen one. Anyone who challenged his majesty should have been defeated by his pear-blossom rainstorm. No one is allowed to be an exception, even if that person is a blood relative, even if that person has too much to expect from him.

has already been charged with killing his brother and father, so what does it matter if he adds an extra article to kill his son in the history books of later generations?

"I can't become a ruler of the ages." Emperor Qinghua held the empty wine jug and spoke alone.

The lion, who had roared for more than ten years, lowered his noble head on this night when the bright moon was high. A tear from the corner of his old eye crossed the wrinkle and coincidentally dripped into the cooled flask. He realized that he was an ordinary person after all. It's not a god who forgets his feelings, it's not a Buddha who cuts off his seven emotions and six desires, how can he not be moved by the butcher's knife at the parents and children who have raised him for many years?

"You were the one who took me first."

At that time, he plunged the sword into his father's chest, and the coldness on his face was fake, in fact, he regretted it at that time. It's a pity that I can't take it anymore, and it's the same this time.

At this moment, grief is just a futile and meaningless thing, and it is okay not to do it. Emperor Qinghua buried all the emotions released back to the bottom of his heart and regained his calmness.

He was majestic, and he shouted, "Where is the Qilin?"

The burly figure rushed out of the darkness and knelt down on one knee in front of Emperor Qinghua. Wang Lie is old, and the straight back of many years ago has been clumped by the erosion of the years, but this veteran of the empire still straightens his waist and struggles on the border of the empire. Wang Lie: "Qilin waits for Wang Lie here." ”

"Can you still fight? Can the Tianlin Army still be able to march with me? Emperor Qinghua showed the majesty of the emperor and had a serious face.

Wang Lie's tone was a little excited. Lao Ji is in the woods, and his ambitions are thousands of miles. The glory of the imperial capital was not Wang Lie's pursuit, and every night he would think of the happy days of bloody killing. He was ready to go out again, and he was able to pile up the heads of his enemies, and he was able to bathe in the reverence of the people when they welcomed him.

"The last general can still carry a knife on the horse, can still run thousands of miles to ride, can still eat and drink, and can still hold a knife in front of the battle, and fight the enemy general. And the Tianlin Army is always the sharpest knife in His Majesty's hands, and the last general, the knife sharpener, has never dulled the knife named Tianlin. What His Majesty refers to, Tianlin wants. ”

Nine times out of ten, there is at least one thing that goes well. Qinghuadi was very happy.

His knife is not yet blunt, and he can still kill. Although the hand that helped him hold the knife was old, his ambition was still there, and his iron bones were still there. With hands and knives, Daheng is still an invincible Daheng.

What are the white-armored warriors on the walls of the imperial capital afraid of? What is Prime Minister Xu Mingyuan's possible betrayal? What is there to fear from the successive conspiracies of the enemy?

The veteran listened to the order in front of him, and the soldiers helped majestically. Emperor Qinghua seems to have returned to his youth, with the same vigor and the same inevitability.