The threat in the words was about to come out, and the onlookers gradually let out a lively sound. It is true that Wei Boyu has never held a knife since he was a child, which is not a shame for him. But Di Yuan, along with the onlookers, didn't bother to listen to his explanation. The executioner behind Di Yuan even thoughtfully handed him a dagger, as if he was afraid that he would not wield a decapitator. Wei Boyu's face was gloomy, and under the circumstances, it seemed that he could not refuse.

With weak steps, he took a step in the direction of the torture table. He knew Di Yuan's mind very well, if he killed Ye Dushan, the news of his killing of the monarch the next day would also spread throughout the eleven states of Longyuan.

The son of Yunzhou killed the monarch, no matter how unpopular the emperor is, this crime will also be used by people with hearts, so that the reputation of the entire Yunzhou will be greatly damaged and become the target of public criticism. The words of the people are terrifying, and this has a profound impact on their great cause.

Therefore, Wei Boyu made up his mind that even if he died, he couldn't kill people. He even expected that after his death, he would inevitably be labeled as cowardly and incompetent, all relying on the free play of hundreds of onlookers. But in comparison, it's much better than affecting the entire Yunzhou.

Wei Boyu slowly approached Ye Dushan, the hand holding the knife began to tremble slightly, even he was confused in the face of life and death, his chest was rising and falling violently, the wound was like a worm crawling, the pain gradually recovered, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead. There was a faint sound of mockery among the onlookers.

He walked for a long time before he came to the side of Ye Dui Mountain. He took a deep breath and slowly handed the dagger in his hand to his other hand, this time with his backhand. Then he slowly raised his hand and closed his eyes.

Suddenly, a noisy sound sounded in my ears, accompanied by bursts of exclamations. Wei Boyu opened his eyes suddenly, but in front of him was a black shadow that suddenly jumped out of the crowd of onlookers and stepped onto the execution platform. In an instant, he had already deceived his body.

Wei Boyu was able to see the face of the person who came, and his eyes couldn't help but widen in surprise.

Xiao Qi jumped up expressionlessly, and waved the wooden stick he picked up on the side of the street, making a whirring wind. In the darkness, the shadow of the stick flew and slapped on Wei Boyu's right shoulder.

He deliberately avoided the injury on Wei Boyu's chest, which seemed fierce this time, but completely avoided all the key points. The most serious thing about being hit on the shoulder is just a dislocation.

Wei Boyu staggered back and sat down on the ground. Xiao Qi picked up the unkempt middle-aged man and put it on his shoulder. Di Yuan and the others reacted quickly as soon as Xiao Qi appeared, but the torture table was very large, and they were on the edge of the torture platform again, which was only half of Di Yuan's two ups and downs, and Xiao Qi was already carrying the middle-aged man and disappeared in the crowd.

Di Yuan rushed to Wei Boyu's side, with a gloomy face, and scolded: "Search for me!

His attendants hurriedly dispersed, not daring to provoke him in his wrath. Wei Boyu hugged his dislocated right arm, looking at the dark eyes in the distance, there was a shallow smile.

......

Xiao Qi carried the middle-aged man all the way. He is no stranger to Shajiang City at night, and these days when he is trapped in the city, he needs to hide in a place where he can't see the light, and it is almost practice to escape from the streets and alleys. He had just followed Wei Boyu all the way to the execution ground, and he had thought of a route to leave early in the morning.

He and Wei Boyu had never agreed on this matter, and he didn't plan to make a move. But for some reason, he looked at the scholar who was weak but wanted to commit suicide to correct the overall situation, and suddenly couldn't bear it. He has a reason to save this down-and-out emperor, not to mention that with such a trouble, the injured Wei Boyu does not have to anger Di Yuan, but can clear his suspicions, which can be described as killing multiple birds with one stone.

The middle-aged man, who had been walking for a long time and had not moved, Emperor Ye Dushan suddenly said, "Where are you going to take me?"

Xiao Qi didn't look back, still running forward: "Escape." ”

"It's really funny, I still want to see if that kid in Yunzhou dares to kill me, but you came out. Ye Dushan's voice was lazy and weak, "You discussed it?"

"Nope. ”

"Then I'm curious, what is the reason for you to save me at the risk of offending Di Yuan. What kind of identity are you, don't you still fantasize about the old bridge of King Qin's meritorious service and then rising step by step, right?"

Xiao Qi's voice was as cold as the night breeze: "I thought you were still in Zhongzhou, waiting to walk up to the execution platform of King Pingnan, why are you here?"

Ye Dushan smiled self-deprecatingly: "I was originally from Zhongzhou, but there was a strange thing that grabbed me like a shadow, and I came here inexplicably." But since it's all torture tables, it doesn't hurt to lose your head anywhere. ”

Xiao Qi was silent, guessing that it should be Dark Feather who captured Ye Dushan. Entering and exiting the heavily guarded Zhongzhou Palace to take away the emperor who was a prisoner of the ranks, except for Dark Feather, Xiao Qi couldn't think of anyone else who could do it.

"If you're not sure, just find a place for me to put down and leave a dagger. Instead of putting on a show in front of everyone like a monkey just played, it's better to do it yourself. Ye Dushan's voice suddenly sounded, and there was a hint of firmness and determination in his voice with a smile.

"Don't you want to struggle anymore? No wonder the entire Zhongzhou army was defeated so quickly. Xiao Qi sneered.

Ye Dushan didn't have the slightest expression of anger or displeasure, but laughed out loud: "The history books may also write like this: Emperor Pingshun Ye Clan's Dusk Mountain, who has only been on the supreme throne for more than a year, is arrogant and indulgent, and mediocre. The princes were disciplined, and they attacked it in groups, and the emperor was defeated in the chaotic army, and finally killed himself in the alleys of the sand frontier city. He smiled a little eeriely, a little inexplicably.

"Before you die, someone should be eager to see you. Xiao Qi said, thought about it again, and continued: "It should be two people." ”

Ye Dushan just lowered his head and smiled: "Really?"

"Mu Changsheng is just outside the city. If he hadn't lied to me, he should have been the commander of your forbidden army. ”

Ye Dushan's reaction was even greater than Xiao Qi expected. His eyes widened, and a strange brilliance cast out of his otherwise cloudy eyes between his scruffy beard and hair. After a while, he said in a bit of a daze, "Really, I didn't expect to hear this name in my lifetime......

"He's with a Wing-Clan, if you care. ”

Xiao Qi could clearly feel Ye Dushan's body trembling slightly. After a while, he smiled lightly: "So he really did what I said, hehe, this guy still has some ability...... I had another thing before I died, and it felt good......"

Xiao Qi frowned, and suddenly a wave of anger rose, and asked, "It's over? Entrusting the matter to others and blindly avoiding it is the end? Don't you want to meet him? Don't you pay the price for your ancestors' actions hundreds of years ago? Thanks to them, the last remaining person of the Wing Clan's clan is outside the city at this moment. Don't you even have the courage to apologize?"

"What if you apologize, do you want her to tear me to pieces to vent her anger, or beg her for forgiveness?" Ye Dushan didn't know why, he seemed a little excited, and he turned over and actually fell off Xiao Qi's back.

Xiao Qi didn't expect Ye Dushan's crazy behavior at all, he turned around in amazement, and wanted to step forward to carry him to his shoulders again, but saw Ye Dushan stand up tremblingly, and stretched out his hand to signal Xiao Qi to stop: "The dynasty that was exchanged for the blood of my ancestors and the blood of the Wing Clan has been crumbling. If I apologize and beg for mercy can save the Wing Clan and save this dynasty, even if I am cut into several pieces, I will have to squirm out of the city like a worm! Unfortunately, no, these things are about to be annihilated in the long river of history, and I will be a sinner who will be remembered forever in history. For the sake of so-called sins, I have handed over my last sword to the hands of the Wing Clan, hehe, forgive me for not having the intention of squeezing out the last bit of dignity, and for not intentionally kneeling in front of the Wing Clan, in order to alleviate the resentment in the hearts of the insignificant Wing Clan as the last value of my life. When the rebels broke through the imperial city, I was already dead as the emperor, and he died again just now in full view of everyone. Now the one who is still alive is just a waste named Ye Dushan, a sinner who will be punished by the world, so please trouble you, beg you, give me a chance to choose the ending by myself!"

He uttered such a long sentence in one breath, and his voice fell, still panting slightly, throwing his sloppy beard, and even a trace of flushing could be seen on his face. Xiao Qi quietly listened to Ye Dushan's agitated catharsis, he didn't lower his voice, and he could almost hear his voice echoing in the silent streets. It's only a matter of time before it's discovered.

Xiao Qi didn't rush to get out, and waited patiently until Ye Dushan finished speaking, and then suddenly reached out and touched his boots.

The cold light flashed, and Xiao Qi handed the broken soul to Ye Dushan.

Ye Dushan laughed silently and took over the broken soul without hesitation. He even had the leisure to put it in front of his eyes and look at it for a moment before pressing it close to his throat.

"You're not bad, a young man. A year ago, I would have wanted to take you under my command, but today, my last wish is to die standing up. He looked at Xiao Qi with a miserable and heartfelt smile.

Xiao Qi was silent, only quietly staring at those cloudy eyes, which seemed to project a little light, but it was close to extinguishing, like the occasional flash of firewood that was about to burn out. For a while, Xiao Qi looked at this self-defeating and inexplicably depressed middle-aged man, and couldn't tell whether he was angry or pity in his heart.

The heart is dead, and no amount of salvation is in vain.

"By the way, my senior brother, that is, Mu Changsheng, he has a tendon in his brain and has no thoughts, he will do whatever I explain, no matter what. Since you care so much about Dark Feather's affairs, it's good to help him. ”

Xiao Qi never said anything, but Ye Dushan decided that Xiao Qi acquiesced, and he continued to himself: "There is one last thing, Ye Tian's old bastard hasn't killed me for so long, it's for the Son of Heaven. He searched the palace and couldn't find it, hehe, now that I'm dead, I'm afraid he's going to be angry...... In the ancestral hall of the royal family, there is a secret passage behind the ancestral spiritual seat, which can only be opened by the emperor's sword. The seal of the Son of Heaven is inside......"

Xiao Qi interrupted him loudly: "King Pingnan has tortured you for so long and you haven't said anything, why did you tell me this stranger who has only met once?"

Ye Dushan smiled weakly, as if the last strength was gradually passing away, but he still stood trembling and did not fall: "I don't want to tell you, I just think that this news shouldn't go with me." What do you want to do, sell the news, or take it yourself, I don't care, hehe...... As for what will happen in the future, and whose power will fall, I am in heaven, waiting to see ......."

As he spoke, he slowly raised his head, stared at the night sky, and muttered: "For the king of the ruined mountains and rivers, martyrdom is the destination......

As soon as he finished speaking, he stabbed the dagger into his throat. Blood gushed out along the blade, and the red blade looked even more bewitching and dazzling, and he fell weakly.

Xiao Qi approached silently, looked at the body that had lost its vitality, and lightly picked up the broken soul in his hand, wiped it briefly and put it into his boots.

"Pingshun, is that your year name...... No one ever called it that, but I remember. Xiao Qi muttered to himself, looked back at the corpse again, and finally stepped forward and disappeared into the darkness.

......

In the first year of Pingshun, the last emperor Ye Dushan killed himself in the alleys of Shajiang City. At this time, it was only one year and three months since he ascended the throne.

However, the record of him in the history books is not the same as he expected: the late emperor of the Long Yuan Dynasty, the twilight mountain of the Ye family, and the Yi Huaiyi. Born at the time of the collapse of the dynasty, he worked hard for several months, and dealt with the ministers in order to level the society and follow the dynasty. When Nai is not with Long Yuan, it is difficult to return to the accumulation, and there are few achievements. In the spring of the first year of Pingshun, he was finally lost to the rebels and was imprisoned by the king of Pingnan. Later, he was taken captive to the city of Shajiang, and finally killed himself in the city. On his deathbed, he said: "The mountains and rivers are broken, and the martyrdom is the return." ”