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The fire burned, red like boiling blood. 【Fengyun Reading Network. The sharp arrow breaks away from the golden crossbow and hits the heart of the sun. The cry of the gods came from the sky, blood fell into rain, the earth cracked, the mountains collapsed, the sea rolled, and the majestic ice peaks were uplifted. Heaven and earth are a huge melting pot in which the blood and tears of the common people are boiled.

In the infinite darkness, his eyes were moving rapidly. The blood-red light covered his heart, and he saw the pitch-black armor, the shark blue sword, the full moon in the dark night, and the vast snowfield. The slaughtering crowd fell like a wave, the flesh piled up and the sky was overwhelming, and the goshawk vultures swooped down, their claws glowing with the phosphorescent glow of carrion. A strong wind rolled up in the wilderness, and the sound of fighting was overwhelming, and the wind blew on the face, carrying the dry smell of sand, as sharp as a knife.

The drums of war grew more and more urgent, the enemy army was overwhelming, the earth shook, the horses' hooves were galloping, and the dark clouds were pressing overhead, like fierce dragons.

"Kill—"

"Kill—"

"Kill, kill, kill—"

His eyes suddenly opened, and all illusions vanished for a while, and he lay alone on a dragon bed larger than an ordinary person's bedroom. The dark black satin was embroidered with a gold-colored dragon, so brazenly looking up at the hideous horns. The golden silk threads can shine fiercely even in such a dark room.

He didn't move, he didn't speak, the sideburns on his forehead were slightly damp, but he didn't wipe the sweat that slowly flowed into his neck with his hands.

The night was so quiet, there was no talk, no footsteps, no cicadas, not even the sound of the wind. Only his breath, so slow, so heavy, one and another, and another.

No matter how long the night is, it will pass.

He was always a man of patience, was, is, and will be.

The window suddenly flashed a faint red light, his eyes were attracted, he frowned slightly, and the sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the hall.

"What's going on out there?" His throat was a little dry, but his voice was still as calm as ever.

"Back to Your Majesty, there is a fire on the side of Changle Palace, and the Water Dragon Bureau has entered the palace and is putting out the fire."

The voice of the chamberlain was still shrill, and on a night like this, it was so feminine that it sent chills down the spine.

He looked out the window at the shadows of the trees and sat quietly on the bed for a long time. Suddenly, he got out of bed and was about to walk out of the dormitory barefoot. More than a dozen palace maids who were keeping vigil ran forward in a panic, dressed him in bright yellow nightgowns, and put dragon boots on him. He walked straight out of the main hall and strode in the direction of Changle Palace. The head of the inner chamberlain hurriedly called a large number of guards to accompany him, and the palace people followed behind him with lanterns, winding and winding, a long row, and they were marching towards Changle Palace.

"Hit! Beat me to death! Before he got close to Changle Palace, the voice of the attendant came from afar.

He walked over quietly, across a dragon canal, and saw that under the moon gate of the cloister, several palace people were surrounding a few young children, who were pressed against the railing, and the attendants raised the board and patted it vigorously. Their pants had been torn and their flesh was blurred to their buttocks, and they could scream a few times at first, but then they couldn't even scream.

"I set the fire! Kind of you killed me! A thin child suddenly shouted, she had been beaten to the point of inhuman shape, but her little face was still stubbornly tilted up, and she said coldly, "I only hate that I can't burn you Yanbei dogs!" ”

These are all children left over from the previous dynasty, after Yanbei's army rushed into Zhenhuang, all the Great Xia nobles who had no time to escape were bloodily slaughtered. Only these young children survived by the wolf swords of the warriors. After all, at that time, they were just a group of five or six-year-old dolls, and even after the ruthless soldiers killed ten or eight, they would feel soft, but who would have thought that these children, who couldn't even remember things back then, would make such crazy moves today?

Changle Palace, is the palace of the new Jade Beauty, he turned over the brand of the Jade Beauty tonight, because he was temporarily tired, so he did not go.

Hatred, as expected, is the hardest thing in the world, that is, the steel knife is engulfed by fire, and the iceberg melts under the scorching sun, and hatred cannot be erased.

"Your Majesty." The leader of the chamberlain knelt on the ground, his back trembled, he didn't know why he was so afraid, but he felt the cold rise from the soles of his feet, and the trembling spread to his whole body, and he couldn't stop it.

"Go back to the palace." The brocade of the golden dragon on a black background swept the branches of the trees beside him, and he hurried to the crowd, and after only one glance, he turned and left.

The night was still pitch black, like a pen dipped in ink. His figure disappeared into the black corridor, looming, and the cold wind blew through, raising up tiny clouds of fly ash on the ground, and no sound could be heard, only the weak screams and scolding of the child echoed in the air.

"I want to avenge my mother!"

"The evil Yanbei dog!"

"You don't have to die well!"

"Our king will return! You'll regret it! ”

……

The night was long, the armor in the armory was stained with a layer of frost, the blood was flowing under the moon gate, and the corpse of the child was dragged out of the palace gate by a meander of the way, thrown on the mass grave, and devoured by wild dogs.

In this world, there are too few legends, and most of the unwilling people have died in the abyss of hatred.

But it's better to live than to die.

He sat quietly in front of the window, wearing a white jade wrench on his severed finger, and because the finger was a little small, there was almost a big gap in some places. The wrench was broken, and the inside was stitched with gold wire, so tattered that no one would pick it up even if it was thrown on the side of the street.

He rubbed his fingers against the worn-out wrench, and the calluses on the tips of his fingers were hard, touching the white jade wrench, making a very light sound. He lowered his head and looked at the faint pattern on his finger, and vaguely, the long sword in his heart seemed to be out of its sheath again, bloody and hideous, and the white sword light reflected a familiar face.

"Do you regret it?" He sneered silently.

Those emotions that ordinary people should have, such as vulnerability, such as fear, such as fear, or, as the child said regret, he did not allow himself to have.

Because those things didn't do anything but make him sick.

The great cause has been accomplished, the blood revenge has been avenged, and he seeks benevolence and benevolence.

Regret it?

He closed his eyes, and a ray of light appeared in the far distance, shining through the window on his angular face. The entire court was made of ebony and obsidian, and at the rising of the sun had a suffocating and oppressive beauty.

He has the blood of the soldiers of the land of Yanbei flowing in his body, and his bones are filled with the depression of many years of forbearance. How could he regret it?

When he raised his eyes, he saw that the world was vast, and the birds were circling, and it was no longer the palm-sized piece of his childhood, and he was so embarrassed that he didn't even dare to stay at the moon.

Regret? He scoffed.

On March 16, an urgent report came from the county guard of Higashino County, saying that he had captured a rebel army, and one of them appeared to be of good status.

The Criminal Department immediately ordered that man be brought to Beijing.

Half a month later, the man was finally tied up in front of his eyes, but seeing his eyebrows and phoenix eyes, high nose and thin lips, even in such an embarrassing situation, he still couldn't hide his handsomeness and extraordinary.

Yan Xun sat on the throne, looked at this former proud son of the sky, and did not speak for a long time. On the contrary, he raised his blood-stained face, looked at him with a faint smile, and greeted him casually as if he was an old friend: "Yan Shizi, long time no see." ”

Yan...... Shizi ...... It's really a long-lost title, he nodded calmly and replied, "Little Master Mu." ”

"I haven't seen you for so long, Yan Shizi's demeanor is better than in the past."

"Really?" Yan Xun said lightly, "The little grandfather is a little different. ”

Mu Yun said with a smile: "Feng Shui takes turns, flowers are not red for a hundred days, the world is changeable, and it is also ordinary." ”

"The little grandfather can see it, and he deserves to be a hero."

Mu Yun suddenly laughed, shook his head and said: "The hero has died a long time ago, and the people who survived are just people who have made compromises and stolen their lives, thanks to the son, I will soon end this embarrassing situation for me." ”

"It seems that the little grandfather is already a little impatient."

Mu Yun sighed with a look of emotion when he met a confidant, bowed his head and saluted: "I still hope that the son of the world will be fulfilled." ”

Yan Xun's gaze suddenly became a little sharp, it was the sharp spirit that had been walking among the soldiers all the year round, like a murderous arrow, just one time, it was enough to shoot through eighteen layers of cowhide. However, in the eyes of this man, he saw nothing.

The sword can conquer the world, but it can never conquer people's hearts, and in this ugly and dirty land, there are still some stubborn souls.

He waved his hand casually, "Then I won't send it." ”

Mu Yun smiled freely, with his big sleeves fluttering, even though he was scarred, he still did not reduce the spirit of the heavenly nobles.

"There are many nobles in the world, so let's stay."

Sunlight shines through the window lattice, casting a circle of light.

When he was young, he didn't like it, he fought openly and secretly in Shangwutang, and he fought for interests when he grew up. After all, in the end, he stood here, watching the man who was always proud of his noble birth step by step, step by step on the execution platform of the severed head.

His chin was slightly raised, and a small wind blew through his ears, and he didn't want to speak for a long, long time. There was a tiredness that pierced his heart without him noticing. So far away, he seemed to hear the sound of the guillotine breaking through the wind on the Nine Shadows Platform, his proud head fell into the dust, his prostrate body could no longer stand upright, and his stubborn and fearless eyes would be closed forever after all.

Dignity? Proud? Royal house? Blood? Stubborn? Belief?

What's so important about everything?

How can people who have never fallen to the bottom, who have never climbed out of the situation where they want to die, understand what is most important?

Everything is based on the premise of survival, if a person is dead, there is nothing, and living is the most important thing.

He slowly opened his eyes, and the civil and military officials knelt in front of him, and the dead and silent hall was cold, and the air pressure was so low that it was almost suffocating. He could clearly see that someone was trembling slightly, and they were all afraid of him, and maybe hated him, but so what? After all, he is the king of this land after all, and they all need to submit to him, and that's enough, that's enough.

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