Cheng Ying raised his eyes and asked seriously: "Heart, do you believe that there is a Buddha?" ”

"Nope."

Cheng Yingyu asked again: "Then, do you believe that there are ghosts?" ”

"Nope."

Cheng Ying smiled: "In this way, what is the thing that the world respects and what the world fears?" ”

"Sincerely."

With his heart folded his hands, he had an epiphany—

"Sincerely, the gold and stone are open, but that's it."

Hai time.

The night was stained red with blood, the glazed tiles were shrouded in black clouds, no one slept in the Western Zhou tonight, and the gates of the Western Heaven and Hell were opened at the same time.

The Imperial Palace, the Shura Field, the blood overflowed the once graceful and noble White Jade Square, flowed into the Yushui ditch, followed the continuous underground waterways, and finally flowed to the entire Shengjing City.

On this night, the water under the feet of the Son of Heaven was red, and the people's wells were full of souls.

The front hall of the noon gate, and then through a palace gate, is the noon gate side street, the urn for catching turtles.

The main force of the forbidden army strictly guarded this last line of defense, Zhao Xixing's face was as heavy as frost, and his starry eyes could be seen in the night, the cold light was like a sword, the front hall was full of flames, and the front army forward and the party in the south were still anxiously confronting each other, but the blood had already spread to his feet.

"Xiaoqing, hurry up, hurry up and ......" Zhao Xixing muttered to himself, clenching the sword in his hand.

The moment the king is defeated and defeated, it is really just a fight for time.

"Report!" The scouts in the front hall galloped in, and a forbidden soldier fell off his horse in blood, and he couldn't see the human appearance.

"Hurry up! How is the front line? Zhao Xixing and everyone immediately hugged him to help him, and the scout grabbed Zhao Xixing's arms, and his voice was choked.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince! I'm afraid to be, I'm afraid it's ......"

"What?"

Zhao Xixing chuckled in his heart, but he had to stabilize his face and accentuate his tone: "Don't worry, say it slowly, what's the situation." ”

The scout nodded, shook his head again, blood and tears flowed down: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince! Those big rebels are like crazy, although they fight in no order, but one is more afraid of death than the other! Mad dogs bite people indiscriminately, and the forbidden army can't stop them......"

"How can the forbidden army not be able to stop !!" Zhao Xixing interrupted violently, shouting, and anxiety and anger ignited in his heart.

The scout burst into tears, obviously frightened, and responded, "The minister and the others captured a live mouth, saying that it was ...... The party in the south thought that the imperial court had killed the heir of the Liu family and scolded ...... Scold the mediocrity of the heavenly family, and act for the heavens. Of course, there are also those who think that the heavenly family will be wiped out and fight for their own back...... In short, it's the son of Liu Ying! ”

Zhao Xixing laughed angrily: "Joke! The famous historian Hedong Liu, Liu Ying is a historian, his son, the successor of the Liu family, if he is willing to go out of the mountain to be an official, I will welcome him from heaven! How can you move a hair of him! ”

The rest of the forbidden army's faces also changed sharply, and they were shocked: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince! This is a false accusation! It's still a big hat! ”

What is greater than the imperial industry is history, and the only thing that makes the emperor afraid is the pen of the historian.

Hedong Liu, a famous family of historians, whether it is the Eastern Zhou Dynasty or the Western Zhou Dynasty, the folk or the imperial palace, the descendants of the Liu family enjoy an extraordinary status, which is a kind of transcendence of the position and dynasty, respect.

So the black cauldron of the assassination of Liu Hao gave the Southern Party a justification, and also gave the royal family, a mediocre name that transcended the significance of a certain dynasty.

"Ridiculous !!"

Zhao Xixing's sword tip slammed into the ground, the piercing sharp sound, and the sparks from the tip of the sword and the floor tiles ignited the anger in his eyes.

"Your Highness is angry! But please make a decision sooner, Your Highness! The Southern Party is now a mad dog, the front line can't stop it, and it is estimated that it will be able to kill it in less than half an hour! ”

The scout burst into tears, and suddenly turned pale, and suddenly fell down, dead, and looked closely at a bowl-sized knife hole behind him, which actually fought his last breath and came to the noon gate to deliver the news.

Zhao Xixing's face moved, and he gritted his teeth and spit out two words: "...... Thick burial. ”

The Praetorian Army hurriedly carried the scouts down, and the fear and uneasiness spread rapidly among the army with the news.

"How long will it take to get over there?" Zhao Xixing took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

"And ...... At least an hour. The voices of the forbidden soldiers next to him trembled.

It's too late. Zhao Xixing rushed out of this thought in his heart, and then he felt a cool breath rising from his feet.

The crazy Southern Party killed fiercely, and it took less than half an hour to rush into the noon gate, and Zhao Xiyan's reinforcements would not arrive in an hour, that is to say, the main force of more than 100 forbidden troops led by him would meet the Southern Party alone.

Moreover, it will be crushed in terms of numbers, and it is almost impossible to have a chance of winning.

Zhao Xixing's back molars gritted fiercely, he clenched the sword in his hand, his knuckles and tendons burst out, and then he let out a loud cry and exploded from his heart-

"Defend the noon gate! Hold on to Lao Tzu for an hour!! Fuck it, beat it to death!! ”

Donggong, where is the swear word scolded, where is still a saint, he raised the sword in his hand, and his eyes were dyed red with war intent.

There is no way back except fighting.

Except for an hour, there was no one left to save them.

Change the dynasty or change the generation, become a king or lose a king, live or die, return or not, the only difference is to fight, damn it, fight to death.

The palace gate of the front hall was quickly breached, and the southern party of Wuyang slaughtered in like locusts.

Zhao Xixing was about to rush forward with his sword, and the forbidden army next to him trembled: "How can Your Highness take the lead?" The saint is seriously ill, and you are the backbone of the heart! In case you have another good one, this ...... That's it! ”

Everyone also blocked one after another, letting Zhao Xixing sit in the rear, and he must not risk his life.

"Verbosity!" Unexpectedly, Zhao Xixing scolded vigorously, shook off the forbidden army, raised his long sword, and pointed at the Southern Party that was surging in front of him.

The fighting intent and killing intent climbed to the peak, making his whole person like a god, not afraid of hell, and the gods and ghosts gave way.

"Those who are scared are all bad seeds! Erlang guards his family and country, makes a name for himself, and does not look back at the horse leather shroud!! Kill!!! ”

The man finally pressed the Jinpa that he had put in his intimate nest, and suddenly said something to himself very gently, and then rushed out first.

The forbidden soldiers were stunned for a moment, and the monstrous battle intent suddenly rose, swept into a hurricane, and more than 100 hair buns fell to the ground and followed forward.

The unanimous hair-cutting ceremony is the oath and commitment of the highest etiquette of the soldiers, and it is also the allegiance and follow-up of the future king and the highest etiquette of hedging against the forefront.

Protect my family and country, who else will I be! A medal of courage and loyalty! Kill, kill, kill!

……

The green trees listen to the pelicans. More Nakan, the partridge stopped, the cuckoo cut the voice, and there was nowhere to find it in spring, and the bitter hatred of Fangfei rested.

Even if it has not arrived, the world will part, and immediately the pipa will be closed and blackened, the door will be longer, and the green will resign from the golden que. Look at Yanyan and send it back to the concubine.

The general was in a hundred battles and his reputation was shattered. To the river beam, turn back thousands of miles, the old people are long, easy to water Xiao Xiao West wind is cold, full of clothes like snow.

is a strong man, the sad song is not thorough, the bird still knows that it is like a hate, and it is expected that it will cry tears and blood. Whoever is with me, drunk with the bright moon (Note 1).

……

exegesis

1. Green Trees Listen to Pelicans: The whole poem is from Xin Qiji's "He Bridegroom, Bemaojia Twelve Brothers" in the Song Dynasty. One of Azumi's favorite words.