Soon after, Hou Jing placed the emperor under house arrest and deposed him as King of Jin'an. At the same time, he welcomed Xiao Huan's son Xiao Dong as emperor and changed the reign title to Tianzheng.
From then on, the whole of Daliang truly belonged to Hou Jing. And Xiao Gang… .. there seemed to be only one way ahead of him. Zhao Pei knew how difficult and dangerous the prospect was, and perhaps her future was the same as Xiao Gang's. At that time, Zhao Pei felt unprecedented helplessness and worry.
Xiao Gang stayed alone in the quiet hall, his lonely figure was very similar to Xiao Yan a year ago. Zhao Pei's eyes were red all the time, and she tried not to let herself cry. She knew that she couldn't shrink or be weak at this moment, at least not on the surface.
But Xiao Gang smiled faintly as usual. Although he was in a state of desolation, his eyes were still gentle and indifferent. He looked at Zhao Pei who was standing in front of him and said sadly: "Fortunately... it's not my brother..." Fortunately, it wasn't him, facing such a bloody storm.
He smiled with some relief, but Zhao Pei suddenly turned around so that he couldn't see the hot tears falling.
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Runan.
"Your Majesty! The south has been lost! Wang Sengbian's army has already attacked!" A ragged soldier stumbled over, his body covered in blood. When he ran in front of the main force, he had no more strength left and collapsed to the ground.
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. The feeling of defeat slowly spread, and they all sensed a bad ending, an ending that no one could change.
"Why doesn't this son of a bitch fight the traitors, but colludes with foreign nations to point the spearhead at us?" One of the deputy generals couldn't help but slam the table hard and shouted angrily. Everyone agreed, but there was no other way.
The deputy general turned to look at Xiao Lun, who had remained silent, and asked slowly, "Your Majesty, what do you think we should do?"
Xiao Lun's dark blue suit was already torn in several places, and there were large patches of dark red on his body, and it was hard to tell whether it was his own blood or someone else's. He lowered his head as if he was thinking about something.
After a long time, Xiao Lun slowly raised his head. His face, which was usually full of elegance, was now bloodless, pale and tired. His eyes, which were once full of energy, had dimmed in frustration. He looked around and saw that there were only two hundred people left... The army of ten thousand people was once full of ambition. But it slowly collapsed under the cruel blow of his good seventh brother... He always believed in the talent and ambition of his seventh brother, and he always believed that his seventh brother had the ability to get what he wanted. But now Xiao Lun did not believe... that he would fall into the hands of his brothers when Daliang was in danger.
In Xiao Lun's heart, he was so eager to reach Jiankang... There were his third brother and Peipei... She must be waiting and looking forward to it now...
But now...
Xiao Lun's eyes turned red. He stood up suddenly, holding the sword at his waist and shouted: "Brothers! You have been with me through thick and thin, but I have failed everyone's expectations. Now we are in a dilemma, and we have no choice but to fight to the death. I'm sorry, I asked everyone to follow me..."
Before he could finish his words, he heard the deputy general yelling, "Your Majesty! We brothers will follow you till death! Even if it means risking our lives, we will stand by you! Brothers! Don't you agree?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a series of responses. Although there were only sixty people, the sound was deafening. Xiao Lun's eyes turned red without a sound. He looked at these soldiers who were as exhausted as he was and now they were trying their best to comfort each other. He raised his eyebrows and smiled, just like he was when he was young and confident. He stood with his hands behind his back, sweeping away the embarrassment just now.
The rolling dark clouds changed instantly, and a large number of troops in the distance floated down the river. Xiao Lun stood at the front of the team, facing the wind. The cold wind blew up his battle robe, revealing his determination and faint despair.
The shouts and cries that reached the sky, the cold metallic sounds of weapons clashing, and the dull sounds of blades piercing flesh. The unknown river water was stained with the chilling blood. I don't know how long it took, from noon to dusk, until the sounds of fighting on the battlefield became quieter and quieter, and Xiao Lun's army... was completely destroyed. Only Xiao Lun was left, and he was covered in blood, and his original color could no longer be seen.
In front of him were Xiao Yi's men. Some of them he had seen before, and some even flattered him before. But now, they looked at him with contempt, as if they were looking at a dead fish.
Xiao Lun held himself up straight, but his injured leg made it hard for him to stand, so he had to use his sword to prop himself up. His jade crown had been cut off, and his black hair scattered on his shoulders made him look even more miserable. But the corners of his lips were always slightly raised, and his eyes swept over them indifferently. At all times, his innate aristocratic and free and easy temperament was not abandoned.
"King Shaoling, let us see you off." The burly man in the lead laughed loudly, "If King Shaoling feels lonely on the road, I can find someone to accompany you." He smiled cheerfully, with the sword in his hand already unsheathed.
Watching him approach step by step, Xiao Lun was unable to resist. He endured the pain and slowly raised his left hand. Unknowingly, the short blade hidden in his sleeve pierced the big man's chest. The big man did not expect that he would fall into the hands of this dying man. The big man's eyes were wide open, and he stabbed with all his strength with full anger.
The sound of the cold sword piercing the flesh was so clear and distinct that Xiao Lun felt a sharp pain in his chest. He suddenly felt his strength being drained away. The temperature around him dropped sharply and even his breathing became thin. The world in front of him suddenly became unusually gorgeous.
Those ferocious and cruel people suddenly disappeared, and what he saw was the colorful clouds in the sky. What he saw was a girl in red smiling in the sea of flowers under the bright sunshine. Her smile was as beautiful as a flower, and anyone who saw her would have all the gloom swept away.
He suddenly remembered that outside Yangzhou, she said she would wait for him to return victoriously, and he had confidently agreed. But... why did the woman in red go further and further away? She looked at him sadly and stretched out her hand. Xiao Lun immediately reached out to hold her and hold her tightly in his arms, but he couldn't reach her.
The woman's clear laughter still lingered in his ears. She was calling him with a smile: "Liu Zhen!" She said: "I'll wait for your triumphant return!" But he broke his promise. In this life, he missed it after all.
The moment he lost his balance and fell, Xiao Lun opened his mouth to call her name for the last time. What came into view was the gorgeous clouds in the sky. (To be continued)