Shangjing, the imperial capital of the Northern Zhou Dynasty.

It was another night of cold waves, no wind, no snow, no frost, only the moonlight like water, quietly pouring in front of a mansion in the upper capital.

Since Emperor Wen Dingding, Shangjing is the capital of the Son of Heaven, and it is also the palace, temple and court of the Great Zhou Dynasty. The nobles built a mansion and chose a site, or surrounded the arch palace, or the upper reaches of the Yongding River, most of which were concentrated in the north city. And Suzaku Street, which stretches down from the west of the city, is very sparse due to the geological gravel, even if it is in the depths of the imperial city, and it is far less crowded than the traffic in the northern part of the city.

It turned out that on the eve of Xiao Changling's entry into Beijing, Si Tianjian watched the stars at night and was surprised to find the treacherous celestial phenomenon of "too white and suddenly bright, Zichen stars dim, and the North Pole displaced"; So, Taishi ordered Fu Qian to play the Son of Heaven secretly: "Taibai sees Qin, and the King of Qin should have the world, and I am afraid that it will be unfavorable to the society." Therefore, Xiao Changyao, the new emperor who had just ascended the throne, ordered Zongzheng Temple and the Ministry of Industry to build a foundation and an altar in the west of Shangjing City in the name of expansion, and moved the "Qin Wangfu" originally built in the north city to the slightly deserted West City, so that the most noisy place in the capital was completely isolated.

Approaching New Year's Day, the cold of winter has not diminished at all, and the cold wind is still chilling, and the cold is invading the bones.

From the palace city to the palace of the king of Qin, along the way, you can see the fireworks all over the city, dazzling. On the occasion of the New Year's Day festival, there is no curfew or martial law in the whole city for ten days, and the market circulates and trades are endless, just like the New Year's Festival; And the starry sky that has just cleared up is also much more eclipsed before the bright lights that cover the capital.

For a time, the bustling streets were full of people and the lights were like day. Bright firecrackers, brilliant fireworks, skyrocketing light bombs, like fire trees and silver flowers, in the black curtain through countless flame marks, straight into the depths of the night, endlessly burst open, into a flowing clouds and waterfalls, dazzling most of the night sky.

The bright moonlight and brilliant fireworks illuminate the Shangjing City, which sleeps under the night.

The city is full of cold, the frost is dyed, and the huge Qin Palace, lonely and silent, stands on the land under the feet of every inch of land; Several corridors and pavilion buildings, looming in the clouds, flickering and darkening, add a bit of mystery to the outside of the square.

In the northwest corner of the main courtyard of the palace, there is another upper courtyard that is usually closed quietly, the dark rock is the wall, the black sandalwood is the door, there is a bluestone path in the courtyard, there are evergreen pines and cypresses planted on both sides, and the thick shade covers the sun all the year round.

This is the ancestral hall of the Qin Palace. If it is more accurate, here, it is the main sacrificial temple dedicated to the tablet of Emperor Taizong.

If it is placed in the past, this "Taizong Temple Garden" located in the palace is the most sacred place in the entire Qin Palace, the perennial incense is prosperous, quiet and closed, no one is allowed to approach at will, even His Royal Highness the King of Qin is no exception; However, tonight, the gate of Taizong's temple has been opened, the porch is brightly lit, and the courtyard has long been sprinkled and swept clean, spotless, as if welcoming some distinguished guests.

It was already very late at night.

Compared with the scorching lights of the capital, the bustling flow of people on the street, the noisy laughter, the night of fish and dragon dancing, and the liveliness of sleepless night, this as the first residence in Shangjing, the Qin Wangfu, which is regulated like a military camp, is slowly silent at this moment, except for the iron floating tutu guarding the palace, there is no one, only the eaves of the Xuanwa full of frost and dew, reflecting the full moon on the dark sky, leaking a line of silver light.

At this moment, a tall white-clothed figure, surrounded by six guards with knives, stepped on the moonlight, against the night wind, and quietly walked into the Taizong temple court deep in the empty alley.

Under the cover of the moonlight in the sky, the white clothes were as proud as snow. This is a man in white, but also a man with a majestic appearance, his sword eyebrows and starry eyes, his expression is cold, his posture looks tough and powerful, and he has two locks of black hair between his sideburns, fluttering in the wind, under the pressure of his expression of not being angry and arrogant, he sets off a handsome face. Although at a glance, I only feel that this person is arrogant, and people dare not get close; However, as long as you take a look at the antique long sword that is inseparable from his waist, anyone with a little insight can roughly guess his identity - the "King of Jingbei" who has been in charge of 400,000 iron horses, dominating three states, and dominating the world for more than ten years!

At this moment, the gate of the south garden is open, and the door of the north garden is empty, revealing a trace of dim light; Xiao Changling stood quietly in front of the steps, raised his hand lightly, and only heard the sound of "squeak", and the half-hidden vermilion lacquered wooden door was pushed open from the inside by the king of Jingbei.

When the wooden door was pushed open, Xiao Changling turned sideways slightly, took off the cloak on his shoulders, took off the bearing, and threw it to a guard with a knife beside him, with a faint cold light in his eyes, staring at the boundless night of the nine cold days.

"You are waiting here, and no one is allowed to trespass without the order of Lone."

The sharp words are as sharp as knives, condensing the decisiveness of a generation of heroes.

"Yes!"

After a while, Xiao Changling's eyes were cold, and he walked into the temple court like the wind.

In the temple court, the candle shadow flickered, the green smoke curled, there was a long case in front of the face, the case was neat and tidy, and all kinds of sacrificial tribute fruits were placed: pig heads, ox heads, sheep heads, grain grains and five-color fruits, and the sacrificial wine was served in the four sheep bottles with a bronze carved square mouth; In the center of a tripod incense burner, on both sides of each burned a plain white high candle, the fire flickered, the copper platform was full of candle tears.

And in the center of the shrine behind this incense case, there is a tablet made of fine red sandalwood enshrined, which is engraved with a column of majestic and powerful, unrestrained subordinate characters,—— "Emperor Dexuan of Wuding Rui Holy Spirit of Taizong of the Great Zhou Dynasty".

That's right.

This collection of simple, majestic, exquisite, solemn in one of the rosewood tablet is the Northern Zhou Emperor Xuan Emperor Xiao Longxian's god tablet.

Behind the tablet of Emperor Xuan, there is a high curtain wall, on which hangs a royal statue of Emperor Taizong; I saw that Emperor Taizong in the painting, just like back then, was dressed in an imperial crown, wearing a "Lulu jade sword" at his waist, his appearance was majestic, his body was burly, a pair of dragon eyes were blazing, flashing with strange brilliance, and two thick mustaches, like two scimitars, inlaid under the high nose bridge, which more and more highlighted the might of a generation of male lords, which was daunting.

It seems that at this moment, the painting of this emperor who has been in the limelight for decades and has now been buried in the Shouyang Mountain of Xianling Mausoleum, is coldly overlooking the splendid country behind him with a kind of staring eyes...... I don't know, how will Qianqiu Shibi evaluate himself, is he a generation of saints, or the master of Xiongchai?

A stagnant silence shrouded the already dim Taizong temple.

In front of the niche, flames rise, and bright yellow rune paper burns and twists in the copper basin; Xiao Changling was dressed in a hemp white dress, tied his hair on the right side, with a black and white intersecting ribbon hanging from his hair, a pair of white linen high boots and socks, kneeling on the futon with a solemn expression, that handsome figure, motionless, like a thousand-year-old stone carving, wind and snow do not invade, arrows do not invade, and ghosts cannot invade......

Under the flickering candlelight, Xiao Changling's figure is still as heroic as ever.

At this moment, Xiao Changling, who was alone, knelt reverently in front of his father's spiritual throne, silent; It wasn't until the ashes of the three incense sticks in his hand that fell between his fingers, and the slightly hot temperature made Xiao Changling sober up a little. He held the incense stick in his hand, bowed three times to the tablet, and then slowly got up, took two steps forward, and inserted the fragrance into the copper furnace in the middle of the long case.

After the incense ceremony, Xiao Changling stopped and dressed himself, and knelt down again. On the table in front of him, there were a number of sacrifices: a plate of green plums, a plate of plums and a plate of dried meat, and at the same time, the three lords of vegetarian wine were placed.

In the middle of the night, Xiao Changling's face was calm, and he picked up a jue of sacrificial wine in front of him, sprinkled it on the bluestone paved ground, exuding a faint aroma of wine; Then, he took another knight and drank it all with his head up.

The hot and spicy wine, like ocean waves, impacted Xiao Changling's body; The night breeze outside the window blew and gently collided with the wine, which immediately made the king of Jingbei feel a blur in front of him.

The light in the temple was very dim, and with the help of that dim light, Xiao Changling's face was neither happy nor sad, just staring blankly at the dark lines on the tablet; Although at this moment, under his eyelids, there is still a blue gray, but it is obvious that his expression is much calmer.

The tablet of the father, the portrait of the father, the voice and smile of the father, and the face of the father and the dragon are all reflected in the depths of Xiao Changling's eyes at this moment; It seems that at this moment, the tall body of my father is like a tall mountain, standing proudly on the top of the mountain, overriding the princes and suppressing the world.

The residual prestige of a generation of male lords completely covered up the demeanor of the king of Jingbei.

Countless sorrows, like iron cables, are tightly wrapped around the tip of Xiao Changling's lonely heart, making him unable to move; Years of sorrow and pain are like a fireball wrapped in a film in the chest, once it bursts, it can burn all over the four fields in an instant.

Xiao Changling's heart was sad.

After leaving Shangjing and going north to Jinyang, he was no longer the young man he used to be in fresh clothes and angry horses, but just a Jingbei hero who killed people. Perhaps, it was from that day that he no longer had family affection, no more love, and only a cold shell. He wanted to escape, escape from the layers of palace walls, escape from this treacherous and dark human heart, but he was unwilling, really unwilling...... Since then, he has secretly sworn to himself: One day, I, Xiao Changling, will take back everything I have lost - the throne, the country, the power, Wan'er!

Ten years of wind and rain, ten years of Jin Ge, ten years of iron and blood, he commanded the Jingbei army, conquered the north and the south, killed the Quartet, and looked at the rivers and mountains of Kyushu, all of which were devastated under the crushing of the Jingbei Iron Cavalry. And in those turbulent years, the world was turbulent, the desert was smoky, and his chariot stepped out of a bloody road; His butcher's knife has split a layer of haze of conspiracy; His orders were also accompanied by endless cries in the sky......

The king's banner, the iron horse, and the blade rolled up the blood of the eight desolations.

Spears, horses, and sword qi stirred up the wind and sand that filled the sky.

This lonely road of heroes can only be completed all the way, and only in this way can we forget the shame of the past and forget the pain of the past.

The memories gradually faded, and Xiao Changling finally raised his noble head, and there was a little tide in his eyes; At this time, a few dim mist slowly overflowed along the depths of Xiao Changling's eyes, and two lines of tears, through his angular temples, quietly flowed, wetting the handsome face of the king of Jingbei, but he himself was unaware, and he was never able to get out of the heavy mourning, as if he was involved in a bottomless whirlpool, and was forever frozen under the nine shadows.

Under the faint candlelight, Xiao Changling's lonely figure became more and more ethereal.

"Dad, I'm back."

……

On the night of winter, everything is silent.

Bleak, damp, gloomy, and bone-chilling, in silence, shrouded in the sky above the temple court of Taizong, covering the green smoke rising from it.

"Jiro."

Suddenly, at this moment when the court was full of cold silence, a Ling Xuan voice seemed to float from the clouds, penetrating through the emperor's heroic soul, gently brushing Xiao Changling's ears, transmitting a ghostly chill; This is a long-lost call, for Xiao Changling, the nickname of "Erlang", only three people in the world can call themselves like this: father, mother and Wan'er, even his emperor brother, and even as the commander of the 300,000 Zhenxi Army, the same name as himself, and the sister of the twin generals of the Great Zhou Empire, has never called himself "Erlang".

"Who!"

Hearing this mysterious voice, Xiao Changling, who was still confused, instantly sobered up, his eyes suddenly became cold, and when he raised his eyes to look around, there was no one.

Suddenly, Xiao Changling's eyes narrowed slightly, and his originally sharp vision gradually became dim; Through the dim yellow light shadow in the room, a mirage suddenly appeared in front of the eyes of the king of Jingbei:

I saw that on the wide sea, a magnificent city stood out of thin air, the city was vertical and horizontal, the streets and alleys were weaving, the galloping roads were prosperous, the cars and horses came and went, and the pedestrians were in a hurry; After a while, a splendid palace, across the sea of clouds, the pavilion in front of the palace gate, tall and majestic, solemn and majestic, apricot yellow dragon flag hunting flying......

Xiao Changling stared into the distance.

In the vast sea mist, the father and queen mother walked slowly. They were in their prime, their father still looked to be in his forties, his mother was still heroic, and he himself was forever sixteen.

In the blink of an eye, the wind was blowing, and the figures of the father and the queen mother disappeared in the depths of the clouds.

The silent sobbing, the hot tears, the thumping heartbeat in the chest, and the hesitation of loss, all kinds of sadness haunted his heart, making Xiao Changling's eyes more and more blurred, so blurred that he couldn't tell where the world was and where was the dream......

In the quiet night, Xiao Changling closed his eyes tiredly.

Love and hate, love and hatred, rivers and beauties, family and country and spring and autumn, countless grievances and entanglements, like a long picture, are slowly unfolding at this moment:

I remember that many years ago, in the spring of the seventh year of Yongxing, the spring in Shangjing City was bright, and the sun was warm and windy; However, in front of the Taiji Palace, which is known as the "center of the empire" and has been in Beijing for decades, it is still majestic, but it is already a bloody scene.

Outside the plug, the wolf smoke is extinguished.

Jingshi, chaos broke out suddenly.

On that day, in front of the Taiji Palace, three thousand royal forest troops, lined up with full armor, dazzling swords and guns, and a strict formation like a horse.

"The Imperial Forest Army obeyed the order and took this rebel down on me!"

With a dragon roar from the Great Zhou Tianzi, a large number of hurried footsteps immediately came from above; In an instant, I saw that on the top of the Taiji Palace, on the top of the corridor where the Qianyang Gate and Lizheng Gate were located, and on the top of the Yuehua Gate, there were all sides full of Yulin Tiger Ben holding bows and arrows.

The cold arrows, flashing with terrifying light, were coldly aimed at the flowing white clothes that stood proudly under the jade steps below.

"The forbidden land of the palace, the King of Qin stops, if His Royal Highness moves forward again, he will be rude." Hao Tingyu wore a sword and shouted loudly.

The man in white was silent, his eyes seemed to shoot out a cluster of ghostly fire.

"Huh" a clear dragon chant, the shadow of the long sword slowly out of the sheath, in the spring sunshine, full of antiquity, shining with a strange sword shadow; Suddenly, a grim smile appeared on the calm and calm face of the man in white.

He smiled.

Hao Tingyu's eyes suddenly bloomed, a cold light hit his face, the man in white had already arrived in front of him, Hao Tingyu jumped back, but it was too late. "Dang!" The Chengying long sword in the man's hand slashed heavily into Hao Tingyu's chest, Hao Tingyu screamed, his body seemed to be hit by a thousand pound hammer, flew out diagonally, and fell heavily to the ground.

Seeing this, the Imperial Forest Army on both sides immediately roared and besieged the three layers inside and three layers outside. The snow-bright shadow suddenly turned into a cold snap in the sky, and in the blink of an eye, the Imperial Forest Army fell like a powerful ghost under the knife.

Several members of the Imperial Forest Army helped Hao Tingyu up. He looked at his chest in horror, and the armor on his chest was all shattered, revealing a pair of water-mill heart guards inside, and the front of the heart guards was split by Chengying A long opening, and blood continued to seep out of it.

The wind blew quietly, and with a loud "boom", a white-clothed volley swept into the air. But he saw that the cold light flashed sharply, and the man in white was like lightning, and a large area of cold fog wrapped his handsome and upright posture, swept away like a storm......

Within the reach of the sword wind, the sword light flickered, and the figure of the man in white instantly turned into a ghost. First, the two Royal Forest Soldiers were lying on the ground silently; Immediately afterwards, countless golden-armored royal forest soldiers felt that their eyes were in chaos, and their bodies were like ears of wheat touching a sickle, and they fell to the ground one after another.

Another gust of fresh wind blew.

The tip of Chengying's sword, a sword pierced the throat of a captain in the middle, the man in white smiled coldly, his wrist shook slightly, and slowly pulled out the blade, the sword body trembled slightly, and the person's body flew out like a paper kite, and blood dripped down the blade.

The Guards were all dumbfounded.

In the snap of a finger, under the feet of the man in white, there were thirty-six more corpses of the Royal Forest Army for no reason.

Ten thousand arrows are directed, Tie Ge pointed, but he was not afraid at all, standing calmly, looking coldly at the "Taiji Palace" in front of him; In this way, in front of everyone's eyes, this man in white with a long body and a face like a crown of jade, holding the long sword stained red with blood in his backhand, covered in battle armor and blood, like a plum blossom blooming in the vast snowfield, stepping all the way to the corpse mountain blood rain, slowly walking into the main hall.

As the communist master of hundreds of thousands of Jingbei Iron Cavalry, as a generation of heroes who alone block the barbarians in the north, he is still like this in the face of a million army of Rouran, not to mention the three thousand armor in the imperial city?!

Shocked by the news of the marriage, he rode back to Beijing alone and on one horse. From the Mustang River to Shangjing, thousands of miles of running, day and night, along the way, as the king of Jingbei who commanded the world's first strong army, he did not know how many Great Zhou laws and royal family laws he violated, rode horses and galloped wildly for six days and six nights, people did not take off their armor, horses did not unload their saddles, along the way over five mountain ranges, broke through six city passes, and finally stepped into Beijing at the dawn of the sixth day.

When entering the city, he ignored the warning, swung his sword to cut the hook and rope, killed three people, stabbed the Yongning Gate general, carried the dust all over his body, and forcibly entered the city......

When Xiao Changling walked into the main hall, in front of him was Emperor Taizong, who was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, sitting on the dragon throne, and behind him was the black pressure of the three thousand imperial forest army; And Queen Zhang Xian, who was dressed in red, stood with a sword for the first time on that day, standing on the top of the Danqi, and stopped between the father and son.

One is the most powerful emperor in the world, and the other is the most powerful hero in the world.

As far as she is concerned, one is her husband and the other is her son.

But now, father and son are fighting each other!

At this moment, Xiao Changling, who was standing proudly in the hall, had two cold glints in his eyes, full of undisguised heavy sarcasm; His sharp gaze crossed his mother's red clothes, and he just slowly raised his arm and pointed at Da Zhou Tianzi.

Dugu Yuanji scolded angrily.

"Erlang, put the sword down! Do you want chaos in the world?! How many more soldiers and people will die in vain because of your willfulness! ”

However, Xiao Changling didn't pay attention to his mother at all, just looked at the Ming Huang dragon robe with a calm face, and asked in a cold voice.

"Why!"

"You've disappointed me so much. As the commander of the Jingbei Army, I have high hopes for you, counting on you to be the pillar of the sky. Do you know what it means to spread the Tianwei of the Great Zhou beyond the barrier of the rivers to the ends of the earth to the ends of the earth?! I have such ambitions, why don't you! You have been gifted since you were a child, and originally, I had planned to entrust the future of Da Zhou to you and your eldest brother, but you ...... But for the sake of your children's personal feelings, you have betrayed my trust in you, and today you are holding a sharp blade, breaking into the palace ban, killing my guards, and splashing blood in the Taiji Palace! I ask you, do you still have me as the emperor in your eyes! Or do you feel that your wings are now stiff and flying into the nine heavens, and your old father has become a stumbling block on your way to further progress, so you can't wait to move this stone away, to kill the king, to kill the father?! ”

A generation of male lords killed people and punished their hearts, and their cold words drifted into the ears of the king of Jingbei.

On the Taiji Palace, Xiao Changling's face was covered with frost, and his eyes were still staring at Emperor Laozi's eyes, and the blue tendons on his forehead suddenly appeared, ignoring Emperor Taizong's words as sharp as a knife.

"The Father does not know the Son, and the Son does not know the Father. Father, in this life and this life, you and I and father and son should be regarded as a dream, an emptiness, and we will never see each other in this life. ”

Xiao Changling, who was pale, had his five fingers slightly loose, and his long sword was slumped.

"Get out! I don't want to see you again! Emperor Taizong's two eyes, one seemed to be spewing fire, and the other seemed to be spewing water, he picked up the paperweight and smashed it on Xiao Changling.

Xiao Changling smiled dismally.

Between heaven and earth, the wind blew, and a white dress flashed away.

……

I don't know how long it took, Xiao Changling opened his eyes, the whole person seemed to be thinking about the four seas, the fugue was too empty, his eyes were hazy, and the Taizong temple in front of him suddenly appeared the shadow of the bloody Taiji Hall ten years ago; In a trance, he seemed to have returned to the treacherous, absurd, and absurd Yongxing seven years, where the king was not a monarch and a minister, the father was not a father and a son, and the brother was not a brother or a brother.

On the table, three incense sticks were burned, leaving a furnace of incense ashes. Xiao Changling was silent, took the last sacrificial wine, and poured the wine in the cup with an unusually heavy expression, his eyes were full of sorrow, as if he had lost something.

"Dad, I'm leaving, you can sleep in peace."

After speaking, Xiao Changling didn't look back, turned around and left the ancestral hall.

The wind blew out the candles in the temple courtyard, and the room was pitch black.

In the morning, the sky is bright.

Far away, the sound of the golden drum resounded through the Qin Palace, a heavily armored "Iron Floating Massacre" guards, stepping on vigorous steps, neatly dressed from the West Garden, two school officials shouted the order, the change of guard was completed, in a creaking sound, the gilded main gate of the Qin Palace, slowly opened.