Chapter 227: The Final Verdict (Final Chapter)

On October 5, the 39th year of Dajing Tianbao, three years have passed since the 36th year of Tianbao.

——It has been three full years since the crown prince Yang Yanchen, who shook the Jingshi, murdered the monarch and plotted against him.

- It has been three full years since the death of the Holy Master Pudu Cihang.

Now, the reigning emperor is still Yang Heng!

Jingshenzong Yang Heng!

In the Lutai Royal Hunting Ground three years ago, Yang Heng, who should have been killed by the demon girl Snake Moon, was killed by the head of the demon girl, but in the end he still sat firmly on the throne!

And that night, the person who was assassinated was actually just Yang Heng's stand-in.

A day later, the crown prince Yang Yanchen and the holy master Pudu Cihang were found dead by the Soushan soldiers in an unnamed valley dozens of miles away from Lutai, and the prince's forces in Beijing were quickly disintegrated by the well-prepared imperial forbidden army because they intended to take advantage of the emperor's serious injuries to rebel.

On the day of the prince's mutiny, Yang Heng "magically" suddenly appeared in Yehuang City to deter the rebels, which was the main reason for the reversal.

......

This year, the weather in Yehuang City is unusually cold, it should be a late autumn climate, but now it has fallen with goose feathers and heavy snow. I saw snowflakes flying in the sky, falling on the branches, grass, streets, and eaves tiles, wrapping the world white and clean.

On the tomb, there was also snow and ice, and a cold wind blew strongly, scraping a few ice crystals on the tall tombstone, and falling on the deerskin boots of Yang Heng of Jingshenzong.

Yang Heng, who had white hair, looked at these ice crystals that fell down like a person jumping off a cliff, he was full of emotions, he rubbed his hands, stomped his feet, took a breath of white air in his mouth, and muttered to the tombstone: "Holy Master, for so many years, I have wronged you, I know your suffering, you don't have to be like this, it's a pity, my world is ......."

"Yes, he didn't have to. A voice came from far away.

In this royal cemetery, the sudden appearance of this voice made the surrounding guards extremely nervous, and they all drew their swords in their hands, and they immediately protected Yang Heng's side.

Yang Heng waved his hand and said, "You all stand down." Don't be nervous, it's Sect Master Duan who is here. ”

The leader of the guards beside him asked cautiously, "Tianwen Sect Duan Qianqiu?!"

Yang Heng bowed slightly.

The guard hurriedly laid out the formation, and raised his swords in the direction where the voice came, and the leader of the guard said extremely nervously: "I implore the emperor to evacuate quickly, and we will stop this person." Hurry!" the voice was hurried, full of fear and unease.

Yang Heng raised his hand and sighed, "No need, it's the sect leader of the Duan who met here." Stand down. ”

"The emperor ......" to be guarded by the leader is still to be debated.

Yang Heng's eyes widened angrily, and he shouted: "Stand down!" Because his voice was too high, and he was poured into his throat by the cold wind, he felt a chill in his chest, and he couldn't help coughing violently.

Seeing that Yang Heng was angry, the guards retreated tremblingly.

At this time, the wind and snow were even stronger, and in the haze, a person came slowly stepping on the snow from a distance. He is delicate and handsome, with a long body, tall and tall, with a chic and calm demeanor and graceful demeanor, wearing a white fox fur, as if he has become one with this pure white ice and snow world.

Duan Qianqiu!

He stopped not far from Yang Heng, looked at Yang Heng with a flat expression and said, "Your Majesty, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

Seeing this, the guards who were not far from Yang Heng reprimanded Duan Qianqiu in unison: "Bold Duan Qianqiu, when he saw the emperor, he didn't kneel. ”

Duan Qianqiu looked at them with a smile, and as soon as he raised his hand, a gust of wind crossed the wind and snow, and blew on the acupoints of the body of this group of guards, only to see that these guards were all floating in their feet all of a sudden, and their bodies involuntarily collapsed and fell on the snow, unconscious.

Seeing this, Yang Heng smiled bitterly and said, "Why are you so troubled?"

Duan Qianqiu smiled: "I'm doing this for their good, how can the things you and I talk about be passed on to the second ear." Are you right, Your Majesty?"

A helpless look flashed in Yang Heng's eyes, and he said, "When can Sect Master Duan let go?"

"Why did the emperor say this?" Duan Qianqiu said.

Yang Heng's words revealed infinite sadness and said: "Qianqiu, it's been three years, haven't you finished killing the person who should be killed?"

Duan Qianqiu shot a cold light and said: "It's almost! A month ago, the blood rain and frost were caught up by me in Yunzhou Mansion, and they have been ambushed!"

Yang Heng listened, a burst of blood surged in his heart, only to feel extremely uncomfortable, he covered his mouth with his hand, coughed hard, because it was too hard, he involuntarily squatted down, hunched over, like a broken bellows, shrunk into a ball in the wind and snow, making a hoarse intermittent wheezing sound. Originally, he was purple-haired and tiger-eyed, with a strange appearance and high spirits, but in the past three years, he has aged surprisingly fast, and now he looks like an old man who is about to enter the ground.

"Have you always felt that I instigated the killing of your grandfather Duan Yuhuang?"

Duan Qianqiu looked at him coldly and said, "Isn't it? Isn't Pudu Cihang the internal response you sent to your son Yang Yanchen? Yang Yanchen deliberately plotted to seize the throne, thinking deeply, and arranging it carefully, which was jaw-dropping, but in the end it fell short, and the biggest reason for the defeat was probably Pudu Cihang, right?"

Yang Heng sighed and said, "Alas, Qianqiu, you don't understand the hardships of the imperial family!"

"The son designed to kill Lao Tzu, and Lao Tzu in turn designed to kill his son, I really don't understand your royal tricks. Duan Qianqiu's words were like knives poking at Yang Heng's heart.

Yang Heng listened, covering his heart, and an extremely painful look appeared in his eyes.

Duan Qianqiu continued: "Three years ago, after Pudu Cihang lured me to Yang Yanchen, I thought that Yang Yanchen was really the initiator of this matter, so I killed him. But I never thought that Pudu Cihang was actually the dead soldier you sent to go undercover over there, and you didn't die, so I knew I was wrong. ”

Yang Heng said with tears in his eyes: "You are not wrong, there is nothing wrong in the whole world, the fault is just me." I made a mistake in choosing the wrong heir back then, Yan Chen was not a talent for governing the country, I always thought that he would change, but I didn't expect him to fall deeper and deeper, in the last few years, his power has developed to the point of being out of control, if I don't uproot his henchmen by cheating to death, Dajing will be in danger! The Holy Master is moving closer to him according to my will, sometimes he has to do something against his will, he and Sima Canglong, the assassination of your grandfather Duan Yuhuang by blood and rain and frost is really a helpless move, not at my behest!"

"But my grandfather's death is indeed because of him, because of Yang Yanchen, and because of you!" Duan Qianqiu said.

Yang Heng sighed and said, "Alas, if it weren't for killing your grandfather, the Holy Master wouldn't have had to die. ”

"That's natural, if Pudu Cihang had the ability to kill me together, now you are all happy. Yang Yanchen and the others are punished, the Holy Master has worked hard and has made great achievements, and he is glorious in the world, and the emperor can continue to be your 10,000-year-old Saint Ming monarch, wouldn't it be happy!" Duan Qianqiu said sarcastically.

Yang Heng suddenly stared at Duan Qianqiu and said excitedly: "You have already killed one of my sons, even if you have a grudge, can't you redeem it?" Yang Kegong, the king of Qin, has nothing to do with this matter, why did you kidnap him?"

Duan Qianqiu said: "He's very good with me, I just want to see what kind of person you were when you worked hard to help the throne." ”

"He is the heir to the throne of the Great Jing Dynasty, I have great expectations for him, for the sake of the society, I hope you will not hurt him. Yang Heng almost said to Duan Qian in a pleading tone.

Duan Qianqiu squinted at Yang Heng, stretched out his hand, and his strength swirled, and the long knife of a guard who fell in the snow was sucked into his hand by volley, he turned the knife around, stretched out the handle of the knife to Yang Heng, and said coldly: "If you want me to let him go? ”

When Yang Heng heard this, his eyes widened angrily and said, "I have given orders to the sky, how can I judge myself?!"

"I see that you are riddled with diseases, and at most you will only live for a few months, and you can exchange your precious son's life for these few months, and you will not suffer. Duan Qianqiu said.

Yang Heng trembled his hands, took the knife handed over by Duan Qianqiu, and sighed: "Since Yan Chen's death, I have had nightmares every night, life is like a dream, and now I am afraid that it is time to wake up." If I die, you can't break your word. ”

Duan Qianqiu said: "A gentleman is a promise." I, Duan Qianqiu, never break my word. ”

"Okay!" Yang Heng's eyes flashed with infinite sadness, and he said, "Duan Qianqiu's words, even the enemy believes it. I'll cut myself now!" he drew his knife and wiped it on his neck.

Listening to the sound of "clang", a snowflake cut on the blade, like a knife cutting tofu, and the blade of stainless steel broke in response. Yang Heng held the empty hilt of the knife and stopped on his neck, his eyes looking at Duan Qianqiu in a daze.

Duan Qianqiu took a snowflake from the sky with his fingers, stared at Yang Heng with his eyes, and said, "An hour later, you go to Zhaojia Hutong to pick up people back." With that, he turned and walked away.

Yang Heng's hair kept trembling, and he choked up: "Why did you let me go?"

"I'm not letting you go, I'm just letting go of a father. Duan Qianqiu's voice came from afar, and the person had already gone away.

Yang Heng suddenly felt extremely empty in his body, his legs were weak, and he sat on the snow.

In the distance, Duan Qianqiu stood under a plum tree, looking at the plum branches that had been bent down by the snow, without flowers and leaves, only infinite loneliness. He pulled the ice and snow off the branches and muttered, "Chu Long, where are you?"

At this time, the snow fell heavier, and even the road ahead was obscured, and it was impossible to see clearly.

(End of book) (To be continued.) )