The full moon had begun to move eastward, and Ling Jin looked up at the moonlight with empty eyes, his eyes full of mist: The sky wants me to die, I want to live! The sky is unfair, but this is just the injustice of people's hearts. Regardless of the cause and effect of the past and present lives, they cannot accept the baptism of fate so passively. What's more, Sister Caixuan is still waiting for me to go back and take her to escape.

"Young master, you go back to the tent to rest first, and then let people bury these corpses. Mencius Wen's resolute face has a few drops of blood, which shows his uprightness on this moonlit night.

Ling Jin said indifferently: "Since the Emperor of War is not here to inspect the lower field, everyone has worked hard and made great achievements, and they can no longer sit here and wait to be trapped and die." General Meng ordered all the soldiers to come and identify the body. If they are fellow villagers, they will return to their families after mourning. The old and the old, the wounded, all his life for the country, there must be a time to enjoy that time. ”

Meng Ziwen was surprised and replied: "Young master, you are just a supervisor of the army, how can you disband the Meng family's army." What's more, at this time, my Meng Jiajun?"

Ling Jin said lightly: "You and my brother, where is the young master." Brother Meng, I have a bad premonition, if they all stay here, maybe they will only become a pile of dry bones. ”

With that, Ling Jin indifferently turned around and walked towards the handsome tent.

Mencius pressed his sword on the ground, not understanding what Ling Jin meant, but he obviously felt that Ling Jin didn't seem to be joking.

Ay!

The times create heroes, but they can drag their families with their mouths, who wants to be that hero?

If you can have a beautiful wife by your side, what if you can be a bear?

The world is nonsense. He Nai was born in Jiangmen's house.

If you set up an army, even if you die, you have to go.

I'm afraid, many generals don't know what their background is?

......

The wind struck, the smell of blood was strong, the wounded soldiers returned to the tent to heal, and the corpses went into the morgue to be cleaned and dressed, and they returned to their hometowns at dawn tomorrow. And Ling Jin must be in the field, waiting for the edict. The carrier pigeons sent out did not return, and the messengers did not return. What is going on in Luoyang, Handan and other places now, he doesn't know, and Mencius doesn't know either.

They are like being trapped in this border desert, once they run out of food, Beirong will attack, and they won't even have the ability of Meng Jiangnu. At least, Meng Jiangnu is still a member of the ancient Qiang tribe, and she knows how to cry ghosts and gods to protect the peace of the world. And Ling Jin, he was just a mortal who had been raised as the heir to the throne.

Ling Jin entered the tent, closed his eyes, put his hands behind his back, and continued to walk aimlessly in the tent. I saw him frowning deeply, looking up at the bright moon in the sky through the small window on the account. The moonlight shone coldly, sprinkling on his angular face. The tall nose makes his side face full of mystery and seductive. It was as if when he opened his eyes, he would make all the women who saw him swoon. "Brother Ling Jin, today is the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival in 210 BC. ”

A girl covered in red gauze slowly appeared on the full moon, and after seeing the tulle, she lightly opened her lips and continued: "Brother Ling Jin, the fate of the Kaiyuan Dynasty has been decided, there is no room for recovery, and the other world needs you even more. Caixuan can only save you this time, because tonight is also my last day. Brother Ling Jin, are you willing to go to another world with Caixuan? But maybe we will never cross paths, and we will break off each other. But maybe we'll meet again. It's just that your body goes, but Caixuan has to go through several reincarnations to forget your appearance. If something goes wrong, we can only go to different worlds, and we will never see each other again. But Caixuan is willing to gamble this time with the Holy Spirit of his life. Because I want you to save me once, I want you to find the truth about the ancient Shu dynasty. ”

Ling Jin didn't see the beautiful girl on the moon, her goose-egg-shaped face, long hair waist-high, and gentle words. The Holy Maiden of Ancient Shu is really pitiful, but she was fostered in the Guantian Pavilion as a proton, far away from the Ancient Shu Kingdom, and the only thing she has is the power of the innate Holy Spirit.

A moment later, ripples rippled on the surface of the moon, and the girl's face disappeared as if it had never existed.

Ling Jin shuddered, hurriedly opened his eyes, and looked at the moon. There, there was also the shadow of Caixuan, piercing his heart.

In this world, only he can hear Caixuan's voice in the air, and Fang Cai's words, he can hear them all, but he doesn't know how to respond to her deep affection.

"Report, there is an urgent report from the palace!" The voice of the soldier outside the tent was loud and full of anticipation—as if he would be able to see his hometown father and old man in the next moment.

Ling Jin hurriedly lifted his robe and stepped into the handsome seat.

I saw a eunuch open the tent door, and another eunuch walked in with the edict in both hands.

The candles in the tent were swept in by the cold wind, and they swayed open, so that the objects in the tent were dark for a while and bright for a while.

"Prince Ling Jin, General Mencius Wen takes the order!"

Ling Jin looked at the eunuch's high hat, his face was dark, and he couldn't see which herald in the palace. But he doesn't look like an imposter in this posture. After all, the holy decree in his hand and something wrapped in a curtain were like the curtain on his father's throne.

Hidden is the dark dragon thread, which is the cloth spun by the Empress Dowager Li Ji herself, and no one in the world can imitate it - because no one knows the mystery of the coarse cloth, which can be seen in the moonlight and candlelight.

The eunuch threw the holy decree on the desk in a strange way, and said lightly: "The young master can see for himself, the slave does not dare to announce the edict." ”

Ling Jin frowned, and said lightly: "The two envoys have worked hard, let General Meng arrange a place to stay, and see it tomorrow." It's the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, I wonder what the emperor's grandmother has to give to her grandson?"

The eunuch didn't know what Ling Jin said, looked at the Tai'a sword in the other eunuch's hand, and said indifferently: "This is what the Emperor of War gave to you before leaving." ”

Another eunuch hurriedly held the Tai'a sword in both hands, knelt on the ground, raised it above his head, and waited for Ling Jin to come and receive the sword.

Ling Jin got up from his seat, and he had a faint feeling that it was his father's sword. The killing aura on it seems to have been washed by some kind of ritual, which makes people fascinated. Like a eunuch, he immediately stepped forward and knelt on the ground, and took the Tai'a sword with both hands—although he held the coarse cloth woven by the emperor's grandmother, it could not hide the weight of the Tai'a sword.

The eunuch held his breath, hurriedly stood up, and exited the tent with another eunuch.

"Fence this tent!"

Tell me about it!

Countless footsteps all gathered in the handsome tent, and the inner and outer three layers surrounded it.

Outside the generals, the military order is not subject to it.

But the edict has come, the sword has arrived, and the jade seal of He's Bi is in the hands of the eunuchs, how can Meng Jiajun not obey the order.

The crown prince Ling Jin and the general Meng Ziwen lived and died together!

Death!!

What is the danger of wanting to add to the crime? Not to mention the high level of hard work, no one knows.

The people in the palace only look at the results, and don't know about the people's suffering and border difficulties?

Meng Ziwen was unwilling, and the soldiers of the Meng family army were not convinced, but Ling Jin held high the Tai'a sword and knelt in the tent motionless, like a sculpture.

No one knew what he was thinking, and at the same time, he didn't know what Ling Zhan Huang's intentions were.

Meng Ziwen was grounded in the tent, and suddenly a eunuch walked in and said, "General, you go and persuade Prince Ling Jin and let him quickly cut himself, so as to save the lives of hundreds of thousands of people in the Meng family's army." Otherwise, all of us here will die tonight, including you and me. ”

Mencius was stubborn in his eyes, and he couldn't wait to kill the eunuchs who came with one palm. He knew him and knew that he was Zhuo Wenjun's man. And the other person is Chu Tian's personal father-in-law.

Do you have to die tonight?

If these two eunuchs were killed, how would hundreds of thousands of Meng family troops survive?

Chu Tian Zhuo Wenjun's henchmen will never let go of the families of these hundreds of thousands of people. A very human minister, who is not stained with thousands of blood on his hands. But why do we want to take people with military merit and merit? In order to establish military prestige, in order to establish a new political power?

No, Mencius, you have to be calm.

Mencius continued to struggle in his heart, comforting himself.

"General, I'm sorry!"

The two men stepped forward and grabbed Mencius and paid the bill—even though the two men kept their heads down, not daring to look at him.

But the emperor's destiny is greater than the sky.

When he arrived in front of the tent, Mencius threw away his arms and said coldly: "You are all outside, I will go in and talk to the young master by myself." If you want to live, don't come and bother. As he spoke, he looked at the eunuch fiercely.

The eunuch hurriedly lowered his head, he knew that if General Mencius Wen gave an order at this time, all the soldiers of the Meng family army would immediately turn against him, and let him turn into a pool of blood.

He didn't dare to make any remarks at this critical moment, even though the Prime Minister said that this plan would be successful.

As if he hadn't heard it, Mencius took a long breath, and entered the door directly with a smile on his face.

But as soon as he entered the door, Mencius saw Ling Jin, who was already kneeling on the ground like a petrified person, and his heart ached, and said, "Young master, get up." ”

Ling Jin did not answer.

The Tai'a sword in his hand held high above his head was still in the coarse cloth, but Meng Ziwen felt that the killing aura was getting stronger and stronger, as if the Tai'a sword was sucking Ling Jin's vitality.

Mencius couldn't help but step forward, "Puff Tong" knelt opposite Ling Jin, his eyes were scarlet. "Young master, put down the Tai'a sword. He's a protector, and you can't torture yourself like that. ”

Ling Jin said lightly: "If you don't die tonight, there will be no prince Ling Jin in this world." The life of ordinary people is not a kind of happiness. ”

"No!"

The so-called monarchs, the so-called brothers, the so-called siblings, isn't that the case?

The king kneels and the minister kneels, the brother kneels and the brother follows.

Responsibility and mission have been so sonorous and powerful from ancient times to the present, and the scars are deep.

If you respect great benevolence and righteousness, you should know that the country is greater than the family.

The emperor's order is difficult to disobey, but life is precious, no matter how sacred the mission, everyone's family and future must be considered.

From the beginning of feudalism, slavery was abandoned. Everyone, regardless of race, skin color, pupil color, or gender, has equal rights.

It's just that women are inherently weak and need the protection of men. This protection lies in the distinction between strength and group.

At this time, Ling Jin was no different from a weak woman, and he held the Tai'a sword in his hand, which made him even more unable to struggle with the baptism of fate.

From the moment when the king of Chu was trapped and the Tai'a sword showed its might, this sword became the sword of protecting the country - the sword of justice.

Its righteousness can deter all the world, and its justice can sweep away all the chaotic ministers and thieves.

But Ling Jin took the sword, but he didn't dare to start a war against any force easily. He knew very well that the land was barren. The conquest has a plan, and if the conquest is repeated and the brutality is unreasonable, the people will be angry and filled with gunsmoke.

"A hundred schools of thought are contending, and it's another troubled time!" Ling Jin said lightly in ventriloquism.