Xiao Huatuo shook the dagger on Xiao Zhaowen's neck again, looked at He Elite and said with a smile: "I see that the snake in your hand is very eye-catching, and I bother the princess to take care of the poisonous snake in your hand." ”

Xiao Huatuo turned back to the eunuch behind him and said, "Go and carry a box." ”

He Jingying introduced the newt into the box without saying a word. The two little eunuchs immediately closed the box.

As soon as the box was closed, there was a loud thud against the box and a baby crying from inside. A little eunuch was so frightened that he almost let go, but Xiao Huatuo was quick and rushed forward to lock the box.

Xiao Huatuo looked at the little eunuch who let go angrily, and sent the dagger in his hand forward, piercing the little eunuch's heart. Xiao Huatuo took a sip and said, "Waste." ”

Tuoba Xian stood aside, looking at Xiao Huatuo's eyes becoming more and more impatient: "Mr. Yan, this king doesn't have time to play with you." ”

Xiao Hua Tuo raised his head and sneered: "What is the urgency of the six kings, is it because they are afraid that they will not die?" ”

Tuoba Xian's face turned blue, and he snorted coldly: "Even such a young man can't handle it, it's really a waste." ”

When Xiao Huatuo heard the word "waste", he suddenly raised his head and stared at Tuobaxian. The poisonous look in his eyes made Tuoba subconsciously take a step back. Tuoba couldn't bear it and said: "Yours is you can do it yourself, I'll give you ten days, if you can't do it within ten days, I will withdraw my troops back to the Northern Wei Dynasty." When the time comes, you know what will happen to you. ”

Xiao Huatuo forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart and replaced it with an extremely ugly smile: "Six kings, rest assured." ”

A moment later, there was a sound of metal dragging outside the Jinluan Palace.

Xiao Huatuo looked at Xiao Zhaowen and smiled proudly: "Your Majesty, you haven't seen your uncle for a long time, right?" ”

He Jingying raised her eyes and looked out, and saw Xiao Ziliang coming over step by step. He wears shackles on his hands and anklets on his feet. The former noble prince now has a gray beard, thin shoulders, and his bones are clearly branched out through his clothes.

Seeing Xiao Ziliang's appearance, Xiao Ziqing's eyes also moved, and he turned his head to the side, unable to bear to look at him.

Xiao Ziliang raised his eyes and looked at He Jingying standing in the Jinluan Palace, and was stunned for a moment, obviously he didn't expect to see He Jingying here. There was no emotion in his cloudy eyes, no deep hatred as He Jingying expected, and no sadness.

Xiao Ziliang stared at He Jingying for a long time, then laughed softly, and said gently and elegantly: "Princess, long time no see." ”

I haven't seen you for a long time, but the four words that are light and light make He Jingying's heart like a stone.

Originally, he became a king and lost a king, Xiao Zhaoye was the king, and Xiao Ziliang was a king. But looking at the current situation, how can you not feel ironic?

Xiao Zhaoye tried his best to use Emperor Qi Wu to block Xiao Ziliang from the palace, kill Wang Rong, and break Xiao Ziliang's plan to usurp the throne. But what about the end?

The faint monarch is still the faint monarch, and his fate has not changed in the slightest because of Xiao Ziliang's fiasco. Xiao Zhaoye still couldn't escape the fate of hanging himself in Weiyang Palace.

And what about Xiao Luan, who won a war with Xiao Zhaoye? But he didn't really become a king, he put Xiao Zhaowen under house arrest and coerced the Son of Heaven to order the princes, but before he could reach the Zen throne of the Son of Heaven, he was already a corpse on the Jinluan Palace.

Although Xiao Zhaoye and Xiao Luan are both to blame, they have nothing to do with others. But at this moment, He Jingying still clearly felt the mockery of fate.

The organs are exhausted, but they all make wedding dresses for others.

Under the throne is a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and those who can step on that dragon chair are all climbing up with thousands of white bones.

For Xiao Huatuo, this is even more so. A strategist with no name and no background, if he wants to sit on the throne, he must pay tribute with all the blood of the royal blood.

He Jingying looked at Xiao Ziliang and whispered back to him: "Long time no see." ”

The former old enemies are now under the same sword and axe, even if there are many grievances, they are also scattered on this Jinluan Hall at this moment.

Xiao Huatuo stood aside, as if laughing at the hypocrisy between He Jingying and Xiao Ziliang. He stepped forward and casually flicked the chain on Xiao Ziliang's wrist.

Xiao Ziliang turned his face away in disgust.

Xiao Huatuo pointed at He Jingying and said to Xiao Ziliang: "It's not me who tortured you like this, it's her, don't you hate it?" ”

He Jingying was puzzled for a moment, and soon understood what Xiao Huatuo meant. When Xiao Zhaoye was still in power, he asked Dali Temple to arrest Xiao Ziliang. Since then, He Jingying has never seen Xiao Ziliang again, but she heard that Xiao Ziliang will no longer be able to do anything. Now that I think about it, I'm afraid that since Dali Temple came out, Xiao Ziliang has been so old and rickety.

He Jingying looked at Xiao Ziliang again, and there was a touch of apology in her eyes. After all, at this moment, Xiao Ziliang did not crawl at the feet of Xiao Huatuo like Xiao Ziqing, but stood on the opposite side of Xiao Huatuo with his back straight.

Xiao Ziliang looked at Xiao Huatuo angrily: "I, the Xiao family, swear not to be with lowly people like you!" ”

Xiao Huatuo looked at Xiao Ziliang coldly and dragged out his tone: "Oh? That's pretty impressive. I want to see how many hard bones you Xiao have. Xiao Huatuo lazily ordered: "Bring them all." ”

After a while, dozens of chains were dragging on the ground, and the sound came from a distance.

Xiao Ziliang turned around stiffly, his hands trembling violently with anger, and the iron chain kept rattling under him.

When Xiao Zhaowen saw the scene outside the Jinluan Palace, his pupils also contracted suddenly, and he bit his lower lip tightly to prevent himself from making a sound.

Xiao Zilun, Xiao Zilong, Xiao Zimin...... Fourteen members of the royal family were brought out. Walking at the end of the team, the youngest is Xiao Zhaoye's younger brother, Xiao Zhaocan, who is only eight years old.

He Jingying's heart jumped, did Xiao Huatuo actually want to use the lives of all the royal relatives to force Xiao Zhaowen?

Xiao Zhaocang saw He Jingying from a distance, her eyes lit up first, and then she panicked: "Sister-in-law! ”

He Jingying felt a pain in her heart. Xiao Zhaocang was only eight years old, his face was covered with blood, his clothes were ragged, and he limped when he walked, but he still stubbornly straightened his back.

Most of these princes were young, and many were only eleven or twelve years old. In the end, they are all the heirs of Emperor Qi Wu, although they are seriously injured and wearing shackles, they can still see their noble temperament.

Xiao Huatuo looked at these people in front of him, and his face gradually showed some hatred, as if the straight backs of these people made him feel angry and disgusting.

Behind the crowd, there were two guards dragging a man from the left and the right. It turned out to be Xiao Zhaoxiu, who was dying, Xiao Zhaoxiu was broken by Xu Xiaosi on the day of the palace change, and now the whole person was dragged to the ground by the guards like a cloth bag.

Xiao Zhaowen's hand clenched into a fist, and he couldn't help but tremble when he put it in his sleeve.

The two guards dragged Xiao Zhaoxiu in front of Xiao Zhaowen, gently placed Xiao Zhaoxiu on the ground, and then lowered his head and stood on the ground left and right.

Xiao Huatuo glanced at the two guards with some displeasure. I've never been ruthless enough.

Xiao Zhaoxiu crouched on the ground, moved slightly, struggled to prop up his body, and said hoarsely: "Weichen see the emperor." ”

Xiao Huatuo was finally angered by Xiao Zhaoxiu's stubborn expression, he rushed forward and kicked Xiao Zhaoxiu's upright body down with one kick, trampling him under his feet.

He Jingying was about to step forward in anger, but was stopped by Xiao Zhaowen stretching out his hand. The hand that had broken the wrist bone and had its little finger cut off trembled and stretched out and blocked He Jingying with its forearm.

Xiao Zhaowen's eyes were full of hatred, but his eyes were extremely firm, the same as the more than ten clan relatives standing in front of the main hall.

Soldiers can be killed, but not humiliated. Even if there is a river of blood flowing in front of the Jinluan Palace today, they will not bow their heads to Xiao Huatuo.

Xiao Huatuo smiled coldly: "I want to see how long your bones can be hard." ”

Xiao Huatuo turned around and commanded again: "Bring it up." ”

Xiao Zhaowen frowned slightly. Almost all the royal family members are here, who else can Xiao Huatuo bring up.

After a while, there was a low sobbing sound in the distance, Xiao Zhaowen looked up suddenly, and saw that the harem ladies were all pressed up.

Among the escorted women, Wang Shaoming stood at the front with his head held high, and behind her were the concubines left by Emperor Qi Wu.

Wang Shaoming stood in front of everyone with a lonely expression, and when she looked at the blood on Xiao Zhaowen's side and the broken finger, her heart ached, and her eyes were suddenly full of tears. She bit her lip and pushed her tears back.

Xiao Zhaowen and Wang Shaoming looked at each other silently from the guards, Xiao Zhaoxiu, the blood on the ground, and the crying of the concubines.

Xiao Huatuo looked at the people below with great interest. These young princes, one by one, straightened their backs and looked fearless, and they didn't know if they would be so tough after seeing their mothers.

Sure enough, a heart-rending shout came from the crowd: "Yunguang! ”

Xiao Zixia looked up from the crowd. He was the youngest son of Emperor Qi Wu, the same age as Xiao Zhaocan, and only an eight-year-old child.

When Xiao Zixia saw Concubine He in the crowd, her eyes became panicked, and she snorted, "Mother Concubine." ”

Concubine He rushed out of the crowd, but was stopped by the guards. She struggled like crazy: "Yunguang! Yunguang! ”

It is counted that Concubine He is He Jingying's aunt, she was only seventeen years old when she entered the palace, and she was the last concubine accepted by Emperor Qi Wu except for Mrs. Mei. She has always been not favored in the palace, and only gave birth to Xiao Zixia, and now she is only less than thirty years old.

When Emperor Qi Wu was alive, she was just a small He Chonghua. A person like her has no ambition or hope in the deep palace, and her lifelong thought is to see her only son grow up safely.

But in troubled times, these insignificant wishes are difficult to realize.

Concubine He looked at Xiao Huatuo through the guards and begged, "What do you want?" Please, please let Yunguang go, he's just a child! ”

Xiao Huatuo looked at Xiao Zhaowen sarcastically, and said coldly: "I just want the emperor to say a word." ”

Concubine He knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Xiao Zhaowen again and again: "Your Majesty, Yunguang is still a child." ”

Blood ran down Mrs. Ho's forehead, down her cheeks and onto her pointed chin.

A trace of hidden pain flashed in Xiao Zhaowen's eyes, and he avoided Concubine He's gaze and lowered his head.

Seeing that Xiao Zhaowen didn't speak, Concubine He knelt in front of Wang Shaoming, dragging Wang Shaoming's robe: "Queen, queen mother, please say something." Concubine He trembled and pointed at those princes: "Do they deserve to die?" What did they do wrong? I didn't do anything wrong! ”

Wang Shaoming grabbed his robe, pulled the corner of his clothes out of Concubine He's hand, and said word by word: "Please Concubine He respect herself." “

Concubine He suddenly became crazy: "How can I respect myself?!" Isn't Yun Guang's life his life! ”

Concubine He looked at everyone tremblingly, her gaze moving inch by inch over the faces of the dozen or so princes in front of the Jinluan Palace. Seeing them look at themselves, there was only pity in their eyes, but no recognition. She roared hoarsely, "What are you all doing! Is not your life? ”

Concubine He turned around and saw He Jingying standing in front of the Jinluan Palace, and was stunned: "It's you?" Are you still alive? ”

He Jingying looked at Concubine He indifferently: "Auntie." ”

Concubine He couldn't hold back any longer, and pointed at He Jingying with a trembling hand: "Why do you have to bear the mistakes you made?" If the first emperor was still there, where would there be today? ”

Concubine He looked back at Xiao Huatuo again: "If you want to find someone to atone for your sins, you should find this demon concubine, what's wrong with my Yunguang!" ”

He Jingying's expression was painful, and she lowered her eyes and didn't dare to look at Concubine He's scorching gaze.

Wang Shaoming couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Concubine He, are you now indistinguishable from wrong?" Now that thieves are stealing the country, do they still bow to thieves? ”

Concubine He said angrily: "What about bowing your head? What is the difference between surrendering to a faint king? If it weren't for that faint king, how would we have ruined our country and our family? Is it still necessary for Yunguang to lose his life because of that faint king? ”

Xiao Huatuo looked at Concubine He appreciatively, and said happily: "Look, there are still sensible people in this world. ”

Xiao Huatuo waved his hand very generously: "I will not kill anyone who is willing to bow down and kowtow to me." ”

As if she had received some kind of amnesty, Concubine He ran to Xiao Zixia's side: "Yunguang, you kowtow!" Is it good to kowtow? ”

"Mother!" Xiao Zixia stood stubbornly, letting Concubine He pull on her clothes, but she refused to kneel.

Concubine He shook Xiao Zixia and shouted heartbreakingly: "Yunguang! What if you die, let the mother concubine do! ”

Concubine He's cry seemed to infect the concubines in front of the Jinluan Palace. On the steps in front of the temple stood the mothers who loved their sons, and at the bottom of the steps stood their sons, the only spiritual pillars they lived in this world.

Many people are trapped in this deep palace day after day, counting the cold floor tiles on the palace day after day. The people under the stairs were once their only spiritual sustenance in this life.

Who can watch them lose their lives and calmly accept this parting of life and death from the white-haired man to the black-haired man.

Many of the concubines rushed down the steps, found their sons in the crowd, tugged at their robes, wept and knelt, begging them to kneel and kowtow.

He Jingying trembled. Concubine He was not wrong, it was Xiao Zhaoye's fault, but she had to let so many innocent people bear it.

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