When the blade of the sword in his hand rubbed and cracked a crack, Zhao Xixing realized how many people he had killed.

The sword is cracked, the blood flows, the sky is sad, the soldiers' bones, and the purgatory mound of the imperial palace in the middle of the night.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!" The forbidden army killed the bloody road, came to Zhao Xixing's side, and was in a hurry, "Your Highness, are you okay?" You can't do anything! The subordinates can still fight! ”

Zhao Xixing wiped his face, his hands were full of blood, he didn't feel anything, but the reality was that several blood holes were in his body, and he could see the blurred flesh and bones inside.

I can't even feel the pain, maybe I'm already numb.

The world in his sight was blood-red, the screams of killing made his eardrums buzz, and his mind went blank for a moment, except for the countless swings of the sword of the machine, he felt that the world was noisy and silent.

Raise the sword, slash, raise the sword again, slash again, already tired to act purely on the instinct of muscle, the head rolled under his feet, he kicked away, blood splattered on his face, hot and cold.

"The main hall...... Anyway...... When will Hyocheong arrive? Zhao Xixing responded, his voice didn't seem to be his own, and he was hoarse from exhaustion.

"It's coming, it's coming! The scouts can already hear the sound of horses' hooves! As long as you hold on to the Sixth Highness! The forbidden soldiers said repeatedly, but as they spoke, they were all in tears.

God knows if they'll make it to that point.

Life and death are just a matter of a moment, half an hour is like a year, and hell can come and go a few times.

"Hold on, it's all for Lao Tzu, and soon, the reinforcements will arrive." Zhao Xixing gritted his teeth fiercely, and the sweet smell rushed in his mouth.

He had never felt so close to death, why did the people of the South always feel that they could not finish killing, why did time pass so slowly, why did his body obey so much.

……

Is she coming to take him home?

Okay, let's go home, whatever.

……

There was a cry of the forbidden soldiers in his ears, and he could hear it vaguely: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!" You can't fight anymore! There are too many injuries on your body, you have a national concern, let your subordinates go! ”

Then, another solid back pressed against him.

Zhao Xixing turned back in a trance and saw a familiar face: "Father? ”

"Boy, can't do it? Yo, that's too weak! Zhao Yin grinned, and then his eyes turned red.

Zhao Xixing was shocked and came to his senses: "Father, why are you here?!" No, why did you wake up?! ”

"Bullshit Ning Shen Soup, Lao Tzu has already noticed it!" Zhao Yin feigned anger, snorted, and the long sword was unsheathed, "Everyone has entered their own nest, can Lao Tzu still lie on the couch?" Get up, Lao Tzu will fight with you! ”

Zhao Xixing's face changed several times, and he shook his head desperately: "Father, your body is ......"

I can't go on. Because Zhao Yin's face suddenly erupted with scorching brilliance, the body that he had to keep on the couch a while ago suddenly became flexible, walking like flying, and full of spirit.

Zhao Xixing was like being struck by lightning, this is a scene that does not conform to common sense, and there is only one explanation.

Back to light.

"Boy, I know what you want to say, and I know what you're worried about." Zhao Yin was upright and smiled, "But Lao Tzu told you that the twilight of the hero should end up on the battlefield, don't want Lao Tzu to sleep on the couch and close his eyes!" It's a usurper who usurped the throne, can he be so unprestigious? Get up and keep fighting! ”

Zhao Xixing choked, but finally swallowed all the words of persuasion, the hot blood and strength filled his muscles and bones again, and the bright sword light shone again under his eyes.

He took off the strap, tied the remnant sword to his wrist, and reaffirmed the Jinpa that had been placed in the intimate nest, because someone was waiting for him to go home, and he was not afraid of Huangquan Hell.

Zhao Yin also tied the sword in his hand, and then touched his nose, and the right phase who caused the April sky to fall apart came back.

"Father and son soldiers?"

"Good idea."

The two figures rushed out, and the remnants of the forbidden army, which were almost stretched to the limit, the blood of the soldiers was ignited again, and they also followed their monarch to kill the general.

……

Thirty merits, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons! (Note 3)

Why bury bones, life is everywhere! (Note 3)

……

sub-hours.

On the horse road less than half a mile away from the Imperial Palace, the soldiers in gold and silver armor were hurrying away, everyone pursed their lips, their faces were calm, and all the strength of their bodies wanted to fight to make their footsteps faster.

The top of the glazed palace that can already be seen is filled with blood mist, and you can hear the shouts and screams from afar, and the great changes that can change history are happening, and if you can give birth to wings, it will be too slow to fly.

On the leading war horse, Zhao Xiyan braked the horse's hooves, and a scout galloped in front of him, rolling off the horse covered in blood: "Sixth Highness!" Please help! His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, please help! ”

"How is the Imperial Palace now?" Zhao Xiyan hurriedly dismounted and supported him, for fear of hearing the worst answer from his mouth.

"The Yugoslavs are like crazy people, and the speed of attack is much faster than we expected...... His Royal Highness the Crown Prince led the remnants of the forbidden army to fight to the death, but, but it was all to the limit...... Even the saints went to war...... Please hurry up, hurry up! ”

As soon as the scout's voice fell, the man passed out, his legs twitching, as if he was in a desperate hurry, rushing to deliver the latest letter for help.

Zhao Xiyan's pupils shrank sharply, he glanced at the imperial palace in the sky shrouded in blood clouds, his eyes were red, and he shouted: "Quick!" The situation has changed, and Donggong urgently asks for help! Within half an hour, you must, you have to go to the noon gate! ”

"Command!" The soldiers clenched their fists, and then in the night they heard the sound of hurried footsteps and horses' hooves, and the sound was urgent.

Zhao Xiyan rode his horse to the forefront, thousands of good and bad thoughts were messing up in his mind, and the last thing left was the scene before the expedition, Zhao Xixing secretly found him.

He was surprised. I saw this East Palace, which is high up on weekdays, but today he came like an ordinary brother.

"Sixth Palace, you don't meddle in military politics, you don't hunt Fengyue, the only thing you like is Danqing. The world says that you are a snub prince, what do you think? "Donggong even spoke like a chatter today.

"There is Vanity Fair in the painting, and there is Yan Ruyu in the pen, and filial piety has nothing else to do, and he is content." He was respectful.

"Yes, painting, since the beginning of spring, you have been copying the "Jin Zhang Jue Turtle Picture Scroll" (Note 1), I am afraid that you will think of the strategy of catching turtles in the urn before the main hall." Zhao Xixing smiled, "You are very smart, smarter than your father and even the world, but you chose not to be smart." ”

"The minister is terrified." He's well-behaved.

"There are those who stand in the light and those who hide in darkness who guard this kingdom, and this hall is the former. And if it were you, would you be willing to do the latter? Donggong stretched out his hand to him, and a tiger talisman in his palm said, "Come and help me, Xiaoqing." ”

The surname He moved the sword to the Han family, who returned to Chu and begged the Qin court.

Gu Congyi is loyal and filial piety when he dies, and his blood should be left (Note 2).

……

Ugly time.

When Lu Rong saw the bow and arrow that suddenly appeared on the red wall of the noon gate, he knew that it was over.

The great joy of attacking the noon gate suddenly turned into great sorrow, and even he was stunned for a long time in place, until Zhao Xiyan's face appeared among the archers, and he confirmed again that it was over.

was played by Zhao Xixing, caught turtles in the urn, and their bamboo basket was empty.

He is a small character, in the plan of the party in the south, it is only used to open the palace gate, and even the follow-up rush to the front line, the dead soldiers think he is in the way, and only let him be the rear support.

On the list of the Western Zhou Tianjia, he is even more of a small character, it is a crime to betray the forbidden army and open the palace door privately, but compared with the Southern Party who used knives and guns, his crime is not even a big rebellion.

So when Dongjin died, no one in this country said even a word to him, sorry.

Yes, Dongzhen is the same as him, a small character, no one in the imperial palace remembers a minion, and no one in the world cares about a common person, even when Yuwenbao was judged, it was Xue Gaoyan who ended with a dragon bow, and the royal family claimed that Yuwenbao himself fell from the bell tower.

- Do small characters deserve to die?

This kind of world deserves to die.

exegesis

1. "Jin Zhang Jue Turtle Picture Scroll": An ancient Chinese painting, written by Zhang Jue of the Jin Dynasty, this painting is now in the National Palace Museum in Taipei. This picture is near the water beach, the turtle looks up, and the mouth spits auspicious clouds and ruiqi, which is intended to be auspicious.

2. Gu Congyi's death is loyal and filial piety: the whole poem is from Xu Yuanniang (Song Dynasty).

3. Eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon are from Yue Fei's "Man Jianghong". Why should the bones be buried, from *** "Seven Uniques: Changing Poems for Father", yes, it's that ***Lol