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In the wind and snow, the death knell continued, and in the majestic Shengjin Palace Chengguang Ancestral Temple, there was a black figure who slowly turned around, walked along the long road, step by step into the heart of Great Xia, and the lights flickered behind him, stretching the shadow very long. [Full text reading. 】

April 19, 770 in the White Cang Calendar, is a day that cannot be forgotten. On that day, in addition to the perennial hostage in the imperial capital of Yan Xun's family, the family was slaughtered, and the undead of the Yan family could not rest in peace after death.

At this point, the Yanbei Lion Banner, which once shocked the northern Xinjiang, began a long silence, and when the imperial nobles who tried to carve up the land of Yanbei competed to high-five each other, a grand celebration was held on the northwest prairie. The eleven tribes of the Dog Rong gathered together, presided over by the Great Khan King Nayan Minglie himself, to celebrate the decline of the Yanbei Lion Clan, to celebrate the bad death of Yan Shicheng, and to celebrate the Emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty The Grand Duke selflessly opened up a fertile northern territory for their Dog Rong clan, and the great Dog Rong Heavenly God blessed this fierce nation. In this regard, they firmly believe that no one can resist the blade of the steppe men anymore.

At this moment, in a remote and narrow room in the dilapidated and depressed Qianmen House, the cold wind howled, the roof was dewy with snow, there was no brazier, no warm kang, only a dilapidated bedding, black and dirty, and exuding a foul smell.

Outside the door, there was the shouting of soldiers drinking and fists, and the strong smell of meat wafted into the room far away. The young man's face was pale, his forehead was hot, his lips were chapped, his lips were unhealthy white, his sword eyebrows were tightly wrinkled together, large drops of cold sweat slipped from his sideburns, and his dark hair was already soaked.

The thudding sound echoed through the room, and the eight-year-old struggled to lift the chair, then slammed it on the floor, again and again, until finally dismantling a chair into a pile of scattered firewood. She let out a long breath, wiped her sweat, and then lit a fire in the middle of it, and the wood crackled, and the room suddenly warmed up.

After carefully boiling a bowl of water, the child climbed onto the cold kang, lifted the young man's head, and called softly: "Yan Xun, wake up, drink some water." ”

The boy couldn't hear the sound anymore, and he didn't react at all.

The child frowned, picked up a rough chopstick from the rice bowl on the table, pried open the boy's teeth, and poured hot water into it.

The coughing sound suddenly sounded, Yan Xun's chest shook violently, coughed loudly, and spit out all the water he had just fed.

Chu Qiao looked carefully, and there were traces of blood swimming in the water. Her chest suddenly tightened, she pursed the corners of her mouth, sniffled, and then climbed out of bed and continued to boil water.

"Yan Xun?" When night came, the room became more and more unbearable, Chu Qiao covered the young man with a big fur and a quilt, he only wore a thin coat, and the little beast shrank beside Yan Xun, holding a white porcelain bowl, and said softly, "I added water to the rice to make porridge, you get up and drink a little." ”

The boy did not speak, as if he had fallen asleep, but there were traces of the movement of the eyes that were closed in the moonlight. Chu Qiao knew that he hadn't slept, he had been awake, but he just didn't want to open his eyes.

Chu Qiao sighed slowly, put down his rice bowl, hugged his knees, and sat down against the wall.

Outside the door, the snow was falling, and through the fallen doors and windows, you could see the white trees hanging in the moonlight. Her voice was very low, and she said slowly: "Yan Xun, I am a person who has nothing, I have come to a strange place, I have no power, no relatives, no reason, my family has been killed. Some of them were beheaded, some were distributed, some were beaten to death, some had their arms cut off and thrown into the lake to feed the fish, and some were raped and defiled at a young age, and their bodies were loaded into a wagon like tattered garbage. This world should be fair, even if a slave is a lowly bloodline, he should have the right to live. I don't understand, why people are born with three, six, nine, etc., why wolves are destined to eat rabbits and rabbits can't resist? But now I understand that it is because the rabbit is not strong enough, does not have sharp claws and teeth, and if it wants not to be looked down upon, it has to stand up first. Yan Xun, I am very young, but what I have is patience, what I have is time, and none of those who owe debts can run. I must live and watch them pay for what they have done, or I will not be blind even if I die. ”

The boy's eyelashes trembled slightly, his lips pursed, and the snow was falling outside the window, and the cold wind blew in through the window, making a whirring sound.

Chu Qiao's voice became deeper and deeper, "Yan Xun, do you remember what your mother said to you before she died?" She said to let you live well, even if life is better than death, live well, because you still have a lot to do. Do you know what's going on? It is to endure humiliation, to taste courage, to wait for the opportunity, and to take revenge on all those who killed your loved ones! There are too many people's expectations, too many people's blood, too many pairs of eyes watching you in the sky, can you bear to let them down? Can you bear to let them die without turning a blind eye? Can you bear to let your father's inheritance be ruined? Are you willing to die on this tattered bed? Can you tolerate those who kill your parents and loved ones to sit back and relax and enjoy their lives together? ”

Chu Qiao's voice suddenly became hoarse, as if a knife slashed across the ice, lifting a small ice ballast, and she said almost word by word: "Yan Xun, you must live, even if you are like a dog, you must live." Only by living can there be hope; Only by living can we have the ability to fulfill unfulfilled wishes; Only by living can you get back what belongs to you one day. In this world, others can never count on it, and the only thing you can count on is yourself. ”

The sound of heavy breathing suddenly sounded, Chu Qiao got up, picked up the bowl, and sent it to the young man, his eyes were bright and full of power, as if there was a raging fire raging and burning wildly.

"Yan Xun, live, kill them all!"

A light suddenly burst out of the young man's eyes, with bloodthirsty hatred and unwillingness to destroy the world. He nodded heavily, repeating in a nightmarish whisper, "Live, kill them all!" ”

The cold wind howled outside, and the two young children stood in a cold and dilapidated room, clenching their fists tightly.

Many years later, when Yan Xun, who grew up, recalled that night again, she still had palpitations. He didn't know if he hadn't relented for a moment and let go of that stubborn and unkempt little slave, if he hadn't repeatedly helped that child because of a moment of curiosity, if he hadn't wanted to say goodbye to that child on a whim on the night of parting, would everything today have disappeared like a mirror? Will that aristocratic boy who has been well-dressed and well-fed all his life be defeated by a great disaster when his family is ruined? Will you be full of sorrow but end up depressed?

However, there are not so many ifs in this world after all, so on that night, two children who have nothing secretly swear a poisonous oath in the ice and snow.

Live, even like a dog!

The long night was about to pass, and before dawn, the Shengjin Palace sent a messenger to carry the news. No matter what the reason, whether it is the uneven distribution of spoils, the cold lips and teeth, or some other hidden secrets, in short, under the joint pressure of the other vassal kings of the empire, Yan Xun, the son of Yanbei, who is not at fault, will take over the throne of King Yanbei.

However, the time was postponed until after he was crowned at the age of twenty. Before he came of age, Yanbei was ruled by the Shengjin Palace and the local vassal kings in turn, while the prince of Yan Xun continued to stay in the Zhenhuang Imperial Capital and was cared for by the imperial family of the imperial capital until he became an adult.

Before that, there are eight more years, as long as another eight years are over.

On April 21, Yan Xun moved out of the Proton Mansion and moved into the Shengjin Palace, which was the most heavily guarded in the Great Xia Dynasty.

That morning, the wind was howling and the snow was falling, Yan Xun was wearing a Yanbei sable coat, standing on the splendid Zijin Square, looking at the Nine Hidden Platforms and Zijin Gate not far ahead, behind them, was the northwest of the empire. It was once his home, the land where he grew up, and his beloved relatives. Now, they have all left him, but he firmly believes that they must stand on the high sky, quietly watching him with their eyes open, waiting for his iron hooves to step into Yanbei, step into Shangshen, and step through the lack of Hetong Mountain!

On that day, it was the day when the Imperial Western Expeditionary Army sent troops for four months, although the Northwest Rebellion was handled in a mess, but the culprit was decisively found, the King of Yanbei slaughtered all over the house, and the iron-blooded army of the Great Xia Dynasty once again used thunderous means to maintain the dignity of the empire.

However, how many years later, when the historians of later generations once again opened the scroll of history, they had to sigh that it was from this moment that the Great Xia Dynasty laid the disaster for the demise of his day, and there was a raging fire reborn in the swamp of death, which was the determination and cruelty that raged everything, turned its back on everything, and could burn everything.

The boy turned around, took the eight-year-old child's hand, and walked straight into the heavy palace gate. The gate slowly closed with a thud, engulfing all the light, and the wind howled, but it was blocked by the tall walls, and only the sharp eyes of the goshawk could see the two figures clearly from the sky.

Under the bloody sunset, among the magnificent palace towers, their figures looked so young, but so upright.

One day, they will fight their way out of this purple gold and vermilion lacquer door side by side, and step out with their heads held high!

God firmly believes that there will be such a day!

(End of volume)

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