The raging fire devoured everything, all the gloom and sadness, and all the love, hate and obsession. But nothing was left.
Xiao Yi stood there in a daze, letting the flames stain the corners of his robes. The wooden support could not withstand the heat and collapsed. The debris flew up and brushed against his face, but he still did not move until the guards who came after hearing the noise pulled him out.
Not long after that, the library containing tens of thousands of books was reduced to ashes.
Xiao Yi stared at all this in a daze and couldn't help but burst into laughter. The laughter went straight up into the sky, lingering for a long time in the lonely sky, making people feel cold.
The sky in the distance was a strange red-orange color. Several guards ran over and knelt down in front of Xiao Yi, saying in panic: "Your Majesty! The city gate, the city gate is about to be lost! General Wang led the army to fight desperately, but it really, really can't be stopped!"
Xiao Yi sobered up a lot in the cold wind. Hearing the words, his eyes suddenly darkened. He took off his tattered coat and walked away in the snow with big strides.
In the boiling night, the sky was full of flames and the ground was stained with blood.
Xiao Yi climbed to a high place and looked from afar, but he only saw a dark mass of troops approaching, screaming and wailing in his ears, and a thick smell of blood in the wind. All he could see were sores.
The situation was no less tragic than the one during Hou Jing's rebellion.
The generals in front of the Wei army were all capable assistants of Yuwen Tai. It seemed that he came with the determination to win this time. Xiao Yi glanced and saw a familiar face. He was riding on a horse, heroic and powerful.
Those eyes, especially, were like his father's, but more cruel than his father's. The strange hatred blinded his eyes, his frosty blade was stained with the blood of his own people, his eyes were blazing, it seemed that he only wanted to kill one person. Xiao Zha... Xiao Yi silently recited this name in his heart, and laughed out loud without knowing what it meant.
How ridiculous! He didn't even realize that he was working for his enemy.
But at this moment, who else is the most ridiculous besides himself? Is he wrong... ? Is he wrong from the beginning
Seeing that the city gate was about to be breached, Xiao Yi stood silently without saying a word. The guards around him could not bear it any longer and knelt on the ground crying, "Your Majesty, let's escape first! As long as there is life, there is hope."
Xiao Yi sneered: "But I no longer have green mountains." Now he has nothing. What else is there to be afraid of? Buddha said, let go, let go. He let go of everything as he was told, and he was really at peace.
"Open the city gate." Xiao Yi ordered lightly.
The guard was stunned, thinking he hadn't heard clearly: "Your Majesty?"
"Open the city gates." Xiao Yi repeated, his eyes falling on the endless rows of roofs where the people were running and crying, and he said, "I want to go out."
"Your Majesty!" As soon as the words came out, everyone knelt down one after another, "Your Majesty! No!"
Xiao Yi's eyes swept over and he shouted coldly: "Open the city gate! Didn't you hear me?"
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The gates of the city were opened with a bang before the Wei army could break through them. The Wei army cheered and rushed into the imperial city. They knew what that meant, victory and wealth. Their eyes were red, their hands were itching, their frosty knives were thirsty, and they wanted to kill everyone.
As soon as the door opened, a horse appeared, a jet-black majestic horse. The man on the horse was wearing a black wind cloak, sitting upright on a majestic and steep mountain. The wind cloak fluttered in the wind, like an eagle spreading its wings. He looked coldly at the jackal that was approaching like crazy, and shouted sternly: "Wait! I want to see Yuwen Tai."
Xiao Zha stared at him angrily. When he saw Xiao Yi appear in front of him, he didn't care what he said and led the front army to charge. But a horn sounded, and everyone had to stop where they were and shouted in dissatisfaction. Xiao Zha clenched his fists and turned around and said, "Lord Yuwen, please let me kill him with my own hands! I must avenge this!"
"No hurry." Qian Jun slowly made way. Yuwen Tai, dressed in purple military uniform, rode a maroon divine horse and walked side by side with Xiao Zhao. He smiled and said, "Let's listen to what he has to say first." After that, he took a few steps forward and met Xiao Yi's cold eyes. He raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that when the advantages and disadvantages were so clear, Xiao Yi would still have such a condescending look.
"Yuwen Tai, you win." Xiao Yi looked at him for a long time, and finally said these few words. Yuwen Tai smiled and said, "Humble. In fact, your majesty is not bad, but he is too devoted to personal feelings. What a pity."
"Let's not talk about these things for now, let's get straight to the point." Xiao Yi raised his head and looked at the arrogant man, "I will go with you and let you do whatever you want. I just hope you can spare the innocent people in the city and stop here."
Yuwen Tai laughed when he heard this: "Your Majesty, do you think that I can't capture you after I attack the city?"
Xiao Yi stared at him solemnly, looking back at the thick city wall, how vulnerable it was at the moment. "I am already a sinner in history, and I don't want to be involved in this blood debt. I'm sure the Prime Minister doesn't want to lose the big picture for the small. Now I'm standing in front of you, why bother?"
They looked at each other, mocking, sarcasm, indifferent and disdainful, and through the falling snow, there was another contest. After a long time, Yuwen Tai smiled and said, "Your Majesty, what you said makes sense. Of course, I agree. Withdraw the troops!"
Although everyone sighed in disappointment, they did not disobey and slowly calmed down and prepared to pack up and go home. The cruelty and murderous aura of the clash of weapons still remained in the air. Xiao Yi looked straight ahead and avoided the mess on the ground. Perhaps he had expected this day a long time ago, but at that time he had more things in his heart and was willing to continue like this, even if the end was eternal damnation and infamy.
But he calculated the ending but not the process.
"Someone, come here. Your Majesty, please dismount your horse and ride on the sedan chair!" Seeing the anxiety and murderous intent that could not be concealed in Xiao Zhao's eyes, Yuwen Tai patted Xiao Zhao's shoulder as a temporary comfort, and raised his voice with unclear meaning.
Xiao Yi rode his horse to the front of Yuwen Tai and said lightly, "No need!" Then he whipped the horse and rode ahead, leaving Yuwen Tai with only his back. His wide robe swept up the cold wind, and the silk ribbons behind his crown fluttered, drawing out condensed melancholy.
His back was strong and lonely, desperate and embarrassed, sad and sorrowful, calm and fearless... so complicated, so difficult to understand, and so profound. Yuwen Tai quietly looked at Xiao Yi, whom he had never seen before, and actually sighed and regretted from the bottom of his heart.
Many years later, when Yuwen Tai lay on his couch, barely surviving, he could not help but think of the lonely figure in the vast snow. He walked forward like this, carrying all the past and all the obsessions, and the feelings for a woman that he could not let go of in his life. He walked on, towards the abyss. And finally perished.
Love separates, hatred reunites. He and she have been entangled for a lifetime, and it is all destined. In the end, no one can get around the other, and no one can forgive the other... (To be continued)