The wind is cold, the snow is fluttering, and the bamboo and branches are spotted, but it is difficult to hide the rugged road. Looking at the lonely city in the north, the oblique sun is thin, the Great Wei has become a failure, the heroes are rising, and the princes everywhere are ready to move.

When Murong Shaozong heard that Er Zhu Zhao had fallen to death and killed the prince, he was worried about Ying'e's safety, so he offered to take refuge in Er Zhu Zhao and named him a military advisor, but in fact he wanted to take Er Zhu Zhao away from Luoyang as soon as possible to protect Ying'e's safety. He sent someone to pass on the letter to Er Zhu Shilong, the letter was just a brief description of the events that had happened in Luoyang in the past few days, but let the careful Sima Ziru sniff out the deep meaning of the letter, he tried his best to remind Er Zhu Shilong, on the one hand, he said that Er Zhu Zhao seemed to have the intention of killing Luoyang, and on the other hand, he invited Yuan Ye Holy Decree for Er Zhu Shilong, and canonized Er Zhu Zhao as the general of Tianzhu. Erzhu Shilong should leave for Luoyang and come to the test.

Er Zhuzhao was overjoyed when he saw the edict at the beginning, and was quickly reminded by Murong Shaozong: "General Tianzhu was the title of King Taiyuan during his lifetime, and we all know the honor of this title, I am afraid that it is a temptation at this time, and the prince must not accept it." ”

Er Zhuzhao felt reasonable, and wrote to Yuan Ye, "This is my uncle's final official, and I resolutely can't accept it." Although he resigned from this official position, Er Zhuzhao felt that it was his own credit to attack Luoyang and welcome back Er Zhurong's body, and he became more and more unpopular.

At the banquet one day, Er Zhu Shilong didn't say much, blaming Er Zhu Zhao for not killing Ying'e's son, after all, he was his own son and nephew, and if he kept this child, why did he need to find Yuan Ye to be the emperor.

Er Zhu Zhao's eyes widened angrily, he held a sharp blade, and said aggressively, "Uncle has been in the imperial court for so long, and he has many eyes and ears, but he didn't take precautions, so that General Tianzhu suffered this catastrophe, and after the incident, he blindly fled. If it weren't for my Er Zhu Zhao, the world would still listen to that Yuan Ziyou, you have no merit, and now you dare to say more? ”

Erzhu Shilong had never seen Erzhu Zhao's reckless power, watching Qingwei with the guards half-unsheathed, the hero did not suffer the immediate loss, and bowed down to apologize, which calmed down the turmoil. But from then on, Erzhu Shilong was deeply resentful of Erzhu Zhao, and sent a message to Erzhu Zhongyuan from the slipway to Luoyang, ready to join forces with brothers to deal with it.

The people of the Erzhu family gathered in Luoyang, and the thief commander of Hexi, Douling Bufan, took the opportunity to wave his army south, and the strength of the army made Erzhu Zhao unexpected. He left Erzhu Shilong, Erzhu Dulu, Erzhu Yanbo and others to stay in Luoyang, and he wanted to go to Heliang to monitor the goods and materials, do a good job of armament defense and Bufu, and when the army passed by Yongning Temple, he wanted to take Yuanziyou to Jinyang.

On the top floor of the tower of Yongning Temple, Yuan Ziyou's clothes were thinly bound to the pillars by iron chains, and the cold wind swept the cold snow and fell on his hair, face, and body, and the rapidly melting snow soaked his whole body, and turned into ice when cold. He had never suffered such a bitter cold, his lips had already turned purple from the cold, and he couldn't stop shivering but didn't dare to gasp, for fear that the remaining warmth in his body would be released. The wind moved the brass bell, and the Sanskrit sound became more and more difficult for him to be calm at this time, this high place, the destruction of the mountains and rivers was in full view, and the wolf smoke in the distance could vaguely hear the fighting and wailing. He tried his best to maintain his last dignity as an emperor, although he wanted to have a turban to keep out the cold, and wanted to open his mouth to ask the guards several times, but at the last moment, he slowly looked away, not wanting to look at the mockery in the eyes of the Qihu soldiers.

The cold made him gradually lose consciousness, and his brain fell into chaos, except for the whirring cold wind, it seemed that everything in the world had nothing to do with him. Just when he was unconscious, the nose's sense of smell seemed to be extraordinarily sensitive, he smelled a burst of umami of broth, his frozen nose regained its function, sniffed a few times, it was the broth. He opened his eyes, dimly saw a large bowl of broth slowly coming in front of him, placed under his nose, the heat, yes.

Yuan Ziyou hadn't eaten for two days, even a bite of hot tea, his consciousness gradually became clear, and in front of him was Er Zhu Zhao's sneer, "You're here to see my joke?" ”

"Your jokes, hahaha, now this king still needs to see your jokes? Yuan Ziyou, look at what inch of land in this world is yours, this word has nothing to do with you, that is, this bowl of broth in the hands of this king is what you can't ask for. Hahaha, is it fragrant? Er Zhu Zhao deliberately shook the bowl in front of Yuan Ziyou a few more times, and the fresh fragrance of the gravy all got into Yuan Ziyou's nose without pulling it, Er Zhu Zhao watched Yuan Ziyou try hard to resist this temptation like a fasting monk, and he felt even more proud in his heart, he asked jokingly, "Do you want to drink?" ”

Yuan Ziyu couldn't bear the humiliation, closed his eyes tightly, and stopped answering.

Qingwei took a yellow dog with a flattering face, took the broth from Er Zhuzhao's hand, and put it in front of the dog, and the yellow dog whined with satisfaction. "Lord Wang, look how happy this dog is."

Er Zhu Zhao feigned anger, "Bastard, let you feed people, you actually lost feeding the dog, do you mean that our emperor is not as good as the yellow dog?" ”

"The subordinates should die, the subordinates should die, the subordinates saw Huang here, but they didn't distinguish between humans and animals, and fed the wrong object." Qingwei had a wicked smile on his face, paused, cleared his throat, and continued, "However, Lord Wang, now that his name is Jianming, he is just a prisoner. ”

Yuan Ziyou was angry in his heart, he had suffered such humiliation, he closed his frozen lips, glanced at Qingwei coldly, looked straight into the distance, and his emotions were no longer moved.

Seeing that he hadn't achieved his goal, Er Zhu Zhao stepped forward and pinned Yuan Ziyou's face with a scabbard, "Don't think that someone will save you, Yuan Yu, Yuan Xu, Li Yanyu and others have been executed, by the way, the disloyal person Yuan Hui, this king also helped you solve it, are you happy?" To tell the truth, this king has never understood why my cousin has taken a fancy to such a little white face as you, who is even more invincible than Brother Hebatsheng, but it is this rhetoric that confuses my cousin. This king knows that you are not reconciled, thinking that your son is still there, and your brother is still there, and you feel that there is still hope. This king can now tell you that your son has been killed by me, and your brothers and nephews will all die, and whose bride will Ying'e be? You can't see it, when you get to Jinyang, this king will send your two brothers on the road. ”

Every word of Erzhu Zhao stimulated Yuan Ziyou's nerves, and when he heard that his son was dead, he almost fainted if he hit his chest with a hammer. Regaining consciousness a little, he knew that it was useless to talk more, he was not qualified to negotiate, a prisoner under the ranks, the king of the dead country, the loyal ministers around him were dead, and the good generals were nowhere to be found. He pursed his lips and spit out a few words, "Can you let me and my nephew go, he is just a child, he is not yet sophisticated, if you are worried, you can be confined, let him live." ”

"Do you guess, will this king let go, leave the bloodline of your Yuan family, and seek the country again in the future? It's bad luck to talk with people like you, but this king should thank you, if you hadn't killed your uncle, how could you be the king today. Yesterday, the new emperor's edict has been reached, and the king is named the general of Tianzhu, but the king refuses, because this title is too short-lived, and the king will live longer than his uncle, hahaha. Er Zhu Zhao said coldly, "Qingwei, take him to Jinyang tomorrow and go on the road with his younger brother." ”

Yuan Ziyou was desperate but still wanted to fight for his nephew's right to live, he struggled to get rid of the rope, and shouted, "The child is innocent, he is not yet one year old, my life, you can take it at will, give him a way to live." ”

Looking at Yuan Ziyou's despair, Er Zhuzhao, who had achieved his goal, went away satisfied, the former emperor in front of him, was not even as good as a dog to him at the moment, he laughed and walked down the tower, the arrogant laughter was presumptuous and unscrupulous.

Yuanzi begged hysterically, "Childish and innocent, you have a grudge, you want to kill or chop, my Yuanzi is obedient, there is no other word, that is also your nephew, Er Zhuzhao." Yuanzi's mournful voice echoed in the tower, and it only startled the crow that shrank under the corner of the eaves, and there was no echo.

The bleak rivers and mountains in the cold and snow, if the outline of the fine brush, the gray and gray are faint, and a few dead branches near reveal the desolation of the old tree and the crow. In this heavy snow, a group of troops escorted Yuan Ziyou to Jinyang, after all, Yuan Ziyou is the king of a country, if he is killed in Luoyang, it will definitely anger people's resentment, it is Gao Huan who also wrote to Yuer Zhu Zhao to make him think twice, don't make a move to kill the king. Gao Huan also ordered his wife and brother Lou Zhao to go to Luoyang to stop and escort Yuan Ziyou, but Lou Zhao was delayed for half a day on the road, and when he arrived in Luoyang, Yuan Ziyou had already been escorted out of Beijing.

In the snow, the creaking wheels pressed deep into the snow, leaving a rut that could never be turned back to. Yuan Ziyou sat numbly in the car, the cold no longer entered the body, and his eyes looked at Luoyang who was gradually moving away. Qiu Guan dragged his discounted leg to support Yuan Ziyou's prisoner car, endured the pain and followed closely, along the way he kept begging Er Zhuzhao's subordinates to give Yuan Ziyou a cloak, a cup of hot tea, and a bowl of hot soup, he knelt on the ground and begged, in exchange for one beating after another. There was a little general who couldn't stand it, so he always secretly sent a bowl of hot porridge to Yuan Ziyou in the second half of the night and asked him to chat to keep out the cold.

In this way, he came all the way to Jinyang and was directly imprisoned in a small temple, Fulong Temple, and the name of the temple was a plaque changed before Yuan Ziyou arrived, as a sign of humiliation. In the small dormitory of the temple, Yuan Ziyou dragged the shackles, watching the snow outside the window like dust, falling and gradually accumulating, reflecting the cobwebs on the broken window lattice. The pillow is cold, the clothes are as thin as paper, an emperor is so down, and Xiurong's war has gradually become his life-threatening talisman. The barbaric and fierce people of Sudouling made Erzhu Zhaolow unable to stop the defeat, and in a fit of anger, Erzhu Zhao sent Qingwei to return to Jinyang from the front line, just so that he could personally execute Yuan Ziyou and Yuan Kuan's family.

On the eve of the execution, he looked down on the three thousand miles of mountains and rivers that were getting farther away, and Yuan Ziyou, who was a prisoner for his subordinates, gradually became calmer, and gradually did not feel sad and joyful. Go out of the country with a grudge and enter a ghost country with sorrow. The tunnel door was closed for a while, and the secluded courtyard was restored. Thinking of the birds and singing of the green pines, the mournful wind blows the poplars. In the past, I smelled the bitterness of death, and I was self-conscious. ”

At the time of the execution, when Qingwei dragged Yuan Kuan, whose face was like a withered face, appeared in front of him, Yuan Kuan saw Yuan Ziyou's eyes sunken, his gaze was blank, and his frozen lips were dry and blood-clots, and his trembling voice called, "Your Majesty, Weichen knocks on the emperor." ”

Yuan Ziyou looked at the high-spirited young man who was as embarrassed as himself now, and smiled sadly, "Kuan'er, I have affected you." ”

Yuan Kuan shook his head, righteous and awe-inspiring, "Your Majesty, the minister is incompetent, and he can die with the emperor today, that is, on the Huangquan Road, the minister will also be the person who holds the lamp for the emperor." ”

Yuan Ziyou praised, "Okay, it is worthy of being a child of my Yuan family, even if he dies, he straightens his waist, and he has the wind of a father." ”

Qingwei saw that the two of them didn't have the slightest sense of fear, and he was depressed, "I can't stop talking crookedly, and it's annoying to listen to it." ”

When the words fell, Qingwei swung his knife and slashed Yuan Kuan in front of Yuan Ziyou, the hot blood splashed Yuan Ziyou's face, Yuan Ziyou was sad in his heart, his face was expressionless, he quietly looked at the guards who were approaching step by step, and an iron bow strangled his neck. As the executioner grew stronger, he felt his neck ache more and more, the hot and sticky blood began to ooze, and breathing began to be difficult, and soon the sharp bowstring was embedded in his throat. When he felt that he was about to die, Qingwei ordered to slow down again, and just like this, several tortures made Yuanzi worse than dead, and he couldn't die. The intense pain made Yuan Ziyou close his lips tightly and not say a word, but his gaze was locked in the direction of the Luoyang Palace. It seems to see the swing frame in the Jiafu Hall again, the smile is like a flower, only sighing that after the glitz is exhausted, the love is like water and finally turns into tears, and this life is negative after all.

Seeing that Yuan Ziyou's face was as usual, without showing half of the pain, it actually made the executioner feel pity, and while Qingwei was not paying attention, his hand broke his breath with force. In December 531 A.D., Jiazi (23) Yen Ziyu completed his short life in this way, and died at the age of 24.

On the same day, Erzhu Qingjiao and his young son were also killed by Erzhu Zhaohang, Princess Beixiang sat outside the Erzhu Zhaodian and cursed for a night, and was "invited" by Erzhu Zhao to go back to the Taiyuan Palace, and was imprisoned, saying that the princess of Beixiang was sick and needed to recuperate.

Er Zhu Shilong, who was quietly watching the changes, at the suggestion of Sima Ziru, described everything in detail and shot it into the Jiafu Hall with an arrow book. Ying'e clutched the secret letter tightly in her hand, staring blankly at the line of sky in the crack in the window, and the only tear left in her dry eye slowly slipped down. If she goes back to the past, she would rather choose to close her eyes and concentrate in the incense mist, gently shaking the prayer cylinder, touching the Sanskrit sound with her fingertips, and seeing her mind under the Bodhi tree. Now the wind and water are cold, the old people have passed away, and the bitter lovesickness is buried deep in the soil. She slowly walked to the plane tree outside the hall, carefully dug out the Jiugao flute buried in the soil, carefully wiped every inch of dust from the flute's body with a silk handkerchief, and hummed the song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" in her mouth.