Han Youning leaned on the pillow, put on a comfortable posture, and looked at Zhao Chengyuan, "En."

Zhao Chengyuan said, "The Bodhisattva crosses the hearts of the people, not the calamity. The only way to overcome the suffering in the world is to overcome it."

Han Youning said, "So, the prince thinks that I blame the Bodhisattva for not being compassionate enough, is it wrong?"

Thinking of the way she broke down and cried a few days ago, and the way she couldn't help herself when she mentioned her family, Zhao Chengyuan sighed lowly.

I'm just distressed, you're too bitter in your heart.

His gaze touched Han Youning's frowning brows, and he wanted to stretch it out for her, "What the Bodhisattva can do is just make your heart less bitter."

Just like back then, when he was at the top of Cangyuan Mountain. The Buddha just didn't let him become a demon, and he still had to bear the suffering himself.

Han Youning gently closed her eyes and suppressed the wetness in her eyes, how did the Bodhisattva overcome her suffering, and it was eliminated?

She lowered her voice and said slowly, "Lord Wang, do you know how much hatred I have in my heart? I want the people of the Yongping Hou Mansion to accompany the funeral, and I want the people of the entire second room to accompany the funeral, and I don't let go of any of them. I want Yongping Hou to be slashed with a thousand knives, so that he can taste the fear and pain of my relatives before they die."

"I know."

Han Youning opened his teary eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "You know? The loss of parents, the loss of relatives, and the loss of more than 200 lives, how can people who have not experienced this heart-wrenching pain and hatred know?"

Zhao Chengyuan didn't answer, and stroked her eyes, "Close your eyes, I'll blow you a whistle."

He took out a jade xun with a whole body of turquoise from his arms, approached his lips, and a simple and melodious sound flowed out.

Simple and simple, unique for the earth.

Han Youning closed his eyes and listened.

I haven't heard it for a long time.

On the top of the mountain, she loved to listen to him blowing the horn, and at that time there was no sadness in her heart, and only pleasant to listen to in her ears.

At this time, it sounded like a voice that seemed to have spanned thousands of years, distant and desolate.

It seems to have experienced the vast desert of the Jin Ge Iron Horse, the wind and sand blew through, and the broken walls stood between the heavens and the earth, making a low whimpering sound.

Before I knew it, I fell asleep.

In the dream, there is a golden iron horse, swords contending, a gorgeous young man in white clothes stained with blood, holding a long sword across the field, and the blood behind him stained the sky red.

The low horn, the whimpering wind, the blood-colored robes, the hunting sound. b

Suddenly, the vast blood color is gone, only a piece of grass, wild flowers all over the mountain, there are birds singing in the spring stream, and there is warmth like water.

Zhao Chengyuan kept blowing, and the sound of Xun lingered in the room, and the slightest was around.

Until the little man on the couch stretched his eyebrows and breathed long, he stopped.

He took the low table and opened it to the ground, put the pillow on the table, picked up Han Youning and laid her flat, and covered her with a brand new brocade quilt.

Ling'er, who was lying on the edge of the collapse and was drowsy, opened his eyes when he heard the movement and glanced at King Jin's movements, and then closed his eyes numbly and fell asleep completely.

Zhao Chengyuan continued to blow Xun.

Luo Ping walked to the leopard-shaped copper smoker and lit incense, which was sweet and rose and slowly spread in the room.

There were also Ye Chang and Duan Yi in the room, and Luo Ping gave each of them a pill.

Ye Chang knew the effect of this pill, his expression became solemn, and after taking the pill, he asked with his eyes: What happened?

Luo Ping pointed to the floor.

Ye Chang's face turned pale, "Do you know the origin?"

Luo Ping shook his head, "I just found out, something is wrong."

Luo Ping, Ye Chang and Duan Yi were on alert.

It wasn't long before the sound of horses' hooves came from the streets.

There were guards clearing the streets in front of them, and the people who watched the bustle were driven to the side of the road, and there were soldiers blocking the wall.

Zhao Chengyuan stood in front of the window, and his voice was still the same.

Not far away, the streets were crowded with people, surging in this direction.

The leader is the emperor's guard of honor, after the lengthy guard of honor, is a wide and luxurious dragon ride, nine-fold canopy, decorated with gold and jade jewelry, with copper walls and iron walls, pulled by eight horses.

Emperor Zhao Cheng of Qingming

Toru was not in the car, but dressed in a dragon robe and light armor, riding a horse.

He doesn't like to ride in a carriage, it's a sign of covetousness and weakness, and he likes horses and clothes to show his strength and ambition.

Parallel to Emperor Qingming's horseback riding was Han Jun, the Duke of Dingguo, who was dressed in black clothes and black armor. The dark and shiny full armor made him like an iron tower, cold and majestic.

Behind them were hundreds of soldiers in armor, majestic and majestic.

The people on the side of the road shouted, "Long live the emperor!" "Dingguo Gong is mighty!" Fun Cabinet

It was the worship of the people to the victor of the strong, and no matter whether it was bloody or gloomy behind it, they could only see the scenery of this flower.

Among them were young women, protected by their families, and looked at the two most eye-catching men on the street with affectionate eyebrows—

The current emperor, who is in the prime of life, although he is past the age of confusion, does not see too many traces of time, and his appearance is handsome and majestic.

And Dingguo Gong, who has just arrived at the age of not being confused, is powerful and heroic, and is a hero admired by many women.

Following the sound of Xun, Han Jun's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he looked up at the third floor.

I saw a white dress standing by the window, with black hair and jade face, like a fairy.

The slow sound of Xun paused, and suddenly a high-pitched rhythm of breaking bamboo cracked silk broke out of the air, impassioned, majestic, as if thousands of troops and horses galloped forward, with a dignified murderous aura.

Han Jun's hand slowly pressed on the hilt of the sword, like a lion bowing down and waiting for an opportunity to move.

At the same time, he turned his head and lowered his voice to the adjutant who was following him, "Pass the order, be alert!"

"Yes!"

The adjutant retreated without a trace, conveying the order of the Duke of Dingguo backwards.

Emperor Qingming raised his eyes and looked upstairs, then turned his head to Han Jun and smiled, "Fengyue Gongzi, what are you afraid of?"

King Jin came here he knew, last night King Chengjun told about this, King Jin wanted to drink in Qingchun Tower, his room could not arrange the Imperial Forest Army.

Han Jun held the hilt of the sword in his hand and said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, be careful."

Emperor Qingming laughed and said, "You're too worried. Before you set up your battle to kill them, will you stand in front of them and say, 'I'm going to do it?'"

Han Jun said, "When you are confident, you will."

Emperor Qingming's brows sank.

There are not many ministers who don't follow him.

A Dingguo Gong, an old Anling.

Even if the King of Jin has different intentions for him, he does not have the ability to be confident.

Emperor Qingming's displeasure was only instantaneous, and then it was interrupted by a sharp arrow whistling from him.

On the upper floors on both sides of the road, the rain of arrows slanted down, heading straight for the middle of the road.

Han Jun waved his sword to block and shouted, "Southwest Army, the first and second teams block and cover, and the third team goes upstairs!"

"Yes!" On the street was the murderous roar of the Southwestern Army.

After more than ten years, Emperor Qingming once again pulled out the sword on his waist to kill the enemy.

"Escort!" "Escort!"

King Chengjun roared, and the Imperial Forest Army led by him had also formed a circle, protecting Emperor Qingming in the center, and slowly moved in the direction of the dragon driver.

The streets were in chaos, and the people screamed in terror and crowded into the shops.

The voice softened again, soothing the frowning people in their sleep.

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