Fire can warm everything and destroy all beings. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoToday's Yingtian City is experiencing a catastrophe of fire. The once green tiles and red walls had been burned, and as far as the eye could see, the walls were full of broken ruins, and black smoke was billowing up from the scorched wood and black tiles, and finally gathered in the sky above Yingtian City, condensing into a desperate black cloud.

A well-dressed young man was now sitting on the steps outside the city's grandest and most sacred temple, staring blankly into the distance, his eyes red with flames, and even the two lines of tears that flowed from there seemed to be no way to extinguish the heat of despair.

"The clouds in the Changle Palace dispersed, and the rain on the Chaoyuan Pavilion was collected. The young man muttered to himself, letting out a wry smile, "It's all over, it's all over......." At this time, several vague figures rushed from afar, but the young man's thoughts had flown away.

Just outside the city across the wall, a proud army is making the final preparations for the attack, the company camp is like the roots of a tree, solemn and orderly, in a black Chinese military tent in the middle of this camp, the final negotiations before the war began.

"What Beichen said, all the meaning of the Son of Heaven, the so-called same root and heart, I hope that the king can take care of the feelings of his uncle and nephew, and do not make the Ming Dynasty fall into the land of ten thousand catastrophes. A middle-aged man knelt in the center, although he was dressed in a fancy costume, his voice was nuonuo, and his whole body trembled. Behind him, there were four older men kneeling, but the man sitting across from them didn't dare to look at him.

"I want Taizu Haozhou to raise righteousness, dye the beard with ice, hesitate to conquer the horse, break Zhang Shicheng, destroy Chen Youliang, and go straight to the Yuandu, I have the Ming Dynasty now. Di is not talented, but he went out with his father, Jin Ge Iron Horse, nine deaths. The burly, non-angry man on the seat said slowly.

"Until my eldest brother was established, my twenty-five brothers all supported it, and Taizu was entitled, and all the brothers also belonged to each other, each performing its own duties, and protecting the Ming Dynasty together. For several years, I have obeyed the orders of Taizu, I have never stepped into the capital for half a step, and I have never thought that I will be killed by the traitors in the DPRK and China after all.

The man who knelt down at the head trembled and didn't dare to speak, but nodded frequently, and the beads of sweat on his forehead had moistened the ground in front of him.

"Dividing family affection and destroying our society should be punished. If the current saint can correct Qi Tai, Huang Zicheng, Fang Xiaoru and others, I will immediately withdraw my troops back to Yan and never go to Beijing. The majestic man stood up and took two slow steps forward.

At this moment, just outside the tent, a black-robed monk stood with his hands behind his back, and rows of soldiers in bright armor walked in front of him, but he looked into the distance, thoughtfully, as if he had stayed out of the matter. A gray-clothed Taoist who had been beside him saw this scene and finally couldn't help but ask.

"What are you thinking about, monk?"

"Brother Daoist Yuan, what did you see in that city, in that sea of fire?" the black-robed monk did not answer the Taoist priest's words, but asked rhetorically.

This Taoist priest's name was Yuan Hui, and the monk who asked him was his friend, the monk Daoyan.

"I saw the glory and wealth, and I saw the bright future. The Taoist priest said to himself.

The monk smiled slightly, still staring into the distance.

"And what do you see?" the Taoist priest asked disapprovingly, seeing that the monk did not look at his answer.

"Resentment. "The monk said.

Resentment is a wonderful thing, it can sometimes make you remember it for a lifetime, or it can disappear without a trace in your heart in an instant because of certain things.

At this time, in Yingtianfu's death row, a ray of sunlight shone through the iron window and into a corner of the room. A young man with loose hair sat there, holding a branch in his hand, and while gently tapping the ground, he chanted: "The sand is like snow in front of Huile Peak, and the moon outside the city is like frost." I don't know where to blow the reed pipe, and I recruit people to look at the hometown overnight. It was as if the shouts and fires outside were another world that had nothing to do with him at this time. But the few jailers outside the iron gate were like ants on a hot pot, a little at a loss.

"I said Ye Cheng, what time is it now, what are you muttering here, are you really not afraid of death?" asked a jailer with a sarcoma on his head.

"I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid, because I'm afraid of death, so I have to try my best to feel the time of being alive. The young man named Ye Cheng smiled warmly, as if he could see through the psychology of the jailer in front of him, "Brother Li, now you and I are both prisoners, I am locked in prison, you are locked up in the city, this Yingtian City is a cage." ”

The jailer, surnamed Li, sat on the ground and began to cry loudly, and several of his companions behind him also stood there, at a loss.

"Let's go, Brother Li, you don't need to be here anymore. Ye Cheng said.

"According to the law of the Ming Dynasty, jailers who leave their posts without permission should be punished with death, but if they stay here, isn't it also death? Damn, this is really not a life!" Guard Li said in a hoarse voice.

"Haha, Brother Li, can the Ming Dynasty decree that the vassal king can enter the capital and replace the emperor?" Ye Cheng laughed.

This remark seemed to wake up Guard Li, only to see him mutter, "No, no, you're right!" He stood up and rushed out of the door. Seeing this, several other jailers were stunned for a moment, then looked at each other, shouted, and rushed out of the door to flee for their lives, but when they saw that these jailers had just disappeared, Jailer Li turned back again, panting and said, "Cheng boy, you can go too!"

"No, I want to wait for someone. ”

"Waiting for whom?"

"My Father"

"But the guy who brought you in said you don't have a father?"

"Everybody has a father, doesn't they?"

How could Guard Li be in the mood to ask in detail, and hurriedly left, only the young man Ye Cheng was left in the entire death row, because Emperor Jianwen gave amnesty to the world, and the other death row prisoners had already been released, but he was the only one who was told not to let go. Now that the lock of the cell door has been opened, and Freedom is standing outside him, Ye Cheng stared at it for a long time, slowly got up, and said to himself: "Everyone will have a father, won't they." ”

The lock on the cell door had been opened, and now he decided to open another "lock".

This is a heart lock firmly tied to his heart, although he does not want to touch it, but he knows that this lock needs to be opened after all. Ye Cheng looked at the scene outside the cell, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, a city that he was once so familiar with has now been changed beyond recognition under the infection of war, everyone hates war, but people have never completely gotten rid of war.