In the imperial study, Sima Jinlin rubbed his temples in despair, the corners of his eyes were full of fatigue, and the whole person gave off a feeling of extreme depression.
Looking at it again, I only felt that the childishness between the eyebrows had long since disappeared. At this time, there was a bit of maturity, but more of it was decadent and impatience exuding from the inside out, and it seemed that it was on the verge of eruption.
It has been seven full days since Han Zhiyuan disappeared. During these seven days, Sima Jinlin searched like crazy, almost turning the capital upside down, but there was no trace.
The scope of the search has been expanding, but the difficulty of searching has become more and more difficult. The world is so big that it is easier said than done to find someone or someone who is willing to hide? What's more, what kind of person Han Zhiyuan is, with his ability, if he wants to hide, who can find it
But Sima Jinlin was not reconciled, how could he let him leave? Besides, his illness, if something happened to him before he found him, Sima Jinlin didn't dare to think about it. As long as he thought about it, he felt that his whole heart was suspended and he couldn't sleep all night. Han Zhiyuan almost occupied his place. All thinking.
Of course, misfortunes do not come singly. Recently, I received news from far away that there was a change in the border. Tens of thousands of elite soldiers were on their way to the capital. I was afraid that the troops would be in the city soon. His plan even messed up his heart.
At least, before this, he never thought that this man would have such a heavy place in his heart.
Moreover, six days later, it will be his eighteenth birthday, which is his coming-of-age ceremony. At the same time, it is also his true pro-government ceremony, which is of great significance. But at this juncture, everything came together, especially where is his uncle
Sima Jinlin rubbed his sour eyes. At this moment, he finally felt the kind of deep pain, the kind of longing and worry that came from the bottom of his heart, and finally understood what Han Zhiyuan said, "You don't understand.", But he understands, but he's gone? How does this make him reconciled
People often know how to cherish them after they are lost, and only after they have lost do they realize that things that were readily available and squandered at will, are actually so important and essential.
But no matter how painful it is, everything is useless. He can only hope that Han Zhiyuan will live well in a certain corner, and then go to find him after he solves his urgent needs.
On this day, red lanterns and festive decorations filled the streets and alleys of the capital, from the palace compound to the gates of the common people. His official and royal family members, or the street hawkers and commoners, there was an inexplicable worry between his brows, as if he was always on guard against the arrival of something.
In fact, at this very moment, the most honorable young emperor in Da Yao is holding a coming-of-age ceremony. Today is the eighteenth birthday of their emperor Da Yao, a day of national celebration.
Suddenly, a low rumbling sound came from nowhere, just like the dull and depressing thunder before the torrential rain in summer. Everyone was stunned. , like a galloping horse.
The next moment, only a long humming sound was heard, and in an instant, everyone coaxed them to flee in a panic, running, shouting, chaotic... That was Da Yao's alarm bell. In the blink of an eye, the prosperous and lively streets were empty, but the next moment, the sound of neat steps resounded throughout the capital.
The moment has finally come, and by such a coincidence. Han Zhiyuan in a corner, looking at the Da Yao Imperial Capital filled with tension, slowly opened the corner of his mouth. At this moment, it finally came, Han Zhiyuan said that his body was stiff from waiting, and if he didn't come, the little emperor would have to collect the body for him.
Sima Jinlin stood upright on the city wall, dressed in bright yellow, looking down at the city gate, where the blackness was pressing on tens of thousands of heads, especially the leader on the horse. I saw that his face was calm, and the aura of an emperor was undoubtedly revealed. Even if he was in such a situation, he was still as stable as Mount Tai, and there was even some shadow of the regent.
"Chang Lizhou, you are so bold!" Sima Jinlin shouted angrily, not arrogant, "You dare to bring troops into Beijing without being summoned. Seeing that I don't kneel, are you trying to rebel?"
"Humph!" The man above the horse snorted coldly, with disdain in his eyes. This person is Chang Lizhou, the great general of Weiyuan. He was originally a subordinate of Han Zhongxin's brother, and later he followed Han Zhongxin. He is courageous and loyal, brave and good at fighting. He is even more loyal to Han Zhongxin, but his ambition is also extraordinary.
"Emperor Dog, you have a vicious mind at a young age. You use traitors to poison Zhongliang, and you are ungrateful and cruel. You are not worthy of being an emperor. Today, I will do justice for the heavens and seek justice for the prince!"
Chang Lizhou's voice was sonorous and powerful, and the eyes staring at Sima Jinlin were also murderous.
As soon as the voice fell, the tens of thousands of troops behind him echoed in unison, and the crusade was deafening, as if to knock down the city wall.
Sima Jinlin's face sank, "Hmph, insulting the emperor is one more crime, if you want to die, I will fulfill you!" It is useless to talk too much, and he is not unprepared to fight.
In the blink of an eye, thousands of imperial guards above the city gate were ready with crossbows and arrows, and at the same time, thousands of people were protecting the imperial capital of Nuoda. In an instant, the tense atmosphere made everyone tense.
One side has murderous aura, is brave and good at fighting, and the other side is superior in terrain and martial arts. It's unclear who is stronger or weaker. However, Chang Lizhou's suppression of the number of people on his side still makes the civil and military officials behind Sima Jinlin feel frightened and weak in their calves.
"Wait!" However, just as the swords were drawn, a voice suddenly broke the silence at this moment. When Sima Jinlin turned his head, he was shocked that it was Lord Cao who was going to assassinate him that day.
"General Chang, the lord left you a handwritten letter. The general may wish to read it before deciding whether to do so." It was Mr. Cao, who assassinated the emperor for the regent a few days ago, but for some reason, the emperor did not punish him. It's letting people go.
The moment Master Cao spoke up, Sima Jinlin's heart trembled violently, and then when he spoke about Han Zhiyuan, Sima Jinlin's heartbeat was even more uncontrollable, and his almost despairing heart almost ignited in an instant With hope, at that moment, even forgetting his current situation, Sima Jinlin glanced around eagerly regardless of the occasion.
After watching it several times and still not seeing the figure of that person, Sima Jinlin clenched his fists and gritted his teeth to force himself to calm down.
At this time, Chang Lizhou under the city gate snorted coldly at Lord Cao, "How dare you mention the prince as a traitor? Are you worthy?"
Master Cao's face was calm, as if he had been prepared for a long time, and suddenly raised a black iron sword in his hand, and then said in a loud voice, "The sword of the king is here to prove it, and this is the handwriting of the king, and General Chang has seen the king. Note, you can look at it and then come to a conclusion."
As soon as the Prince Regent's sword came out, Chang Lizhou immediately frowned, and there seemed to be a look of hesitation between his brows. Not only him, but also the old regents behind him. After all, they had seen the Prince Regent's sword more than once.
In fact, Sima Jinlin was even more so, staring at the sword and couldn't take his eyes off it. At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind. Master Cao knew his whereabouts. Is he nearby at the moment? He had never been so eager to see him, and then threw himself into his arms recklessly.
So, Sima Jinlin was so anxious that he even forgot the crisis situation at this time, so he rushed up and grabbed Mr. Cao with blood red eyes, "Where is he? Do you know right? Tell me, he Where?"
Mr. Cao was also a little surprised by the little emperor's reaction. Although he unexpectedly learned that the prince might not be dead that day, his cold-blooded and ruthless behavior to the little emperor still did not change. However, after a few days, the little emperor seemed to have changed a person. As if he lost his soul, Mr. Cao guessed that it was related to the prince, but now it seems to be true.
"Where is Han Zhongxin?" The little emperor just grabbed Master Cao and asked.
But at this moment, "Be careful!" A very familiar voice came into Sima Jinlin's ears, he turned his head in a conditioned reflex, and saw a person in the sky flying towards him, Sima Jinlin couldn't stop it for a moment. He was ecstatic, but the next moment his eyes widened suddenly.
I saw a few sharp arrows flying towards him at a high speed, rushing straight to his chest in the blink of an eye, and he didn't even have time to move his footsteps. But just as the sharp arrow was about to be inserted into his heart, Sima Jinlin's eyes widened, the pain did not come, and he saw Han Zhiyuan standing in front of him.
The sound of a sharp weapon being inserted into his chest made Sima Jinlin's heart stop, "Uncle... Uncle Huang?" Sima Jinlin was trembling as he supported Han Zhiyuan, who was lying on top of him, his body trembling uncontrollably. When he got up, his eyes widened as he stared at the chaotic crowd outside the city gate, but the image in his mind was fixed on the three bloody arrows on Han Zhiyuan's chest.
Han Zhiyuan swayed twice, one arm resting completely on the little emperor's shoulders, barely able to stabilize his body, looked down at the sharp arrows dripping blood on his chest, bursts of dizziness hit him, he only felt that he had lost a lot of money. I didn't expect that the almost unconscious body was pierced by the heart, and it still hurts so much. It would have been better to know that it was a natural death. After all, this body is about to become disabled.
When he raised his head, he saw that the little emperor was staring at him with wide eyes, completely forgetting to react. Han Zhiyuan suddenly grinned at him, "Baby... vomit~", but he didn't want to. Before he could finish speaking, he spit out the little emperor with a mouthful of blood, and then the little emperor met Han Zhiyuan's blood-red mouth.
"Uncle Huang~" The little emperor shook his lips and put his arms around Han Zhiyuan, who was standing unsteadily. His eyes finally got focus. What to say, but those eyes that were particularly attractive to Han Zhiyuan were flustered at this time, as if it was the simple boy who likes to act coquettishly and foolishly.
At this time, there was already a mess on the city gate, and there was a shadow of swords and swords outside the city gate. Especially after seeing the regent king who had come back from the dead appeared in front of him, the old regents were even more red-eyed. However, there are also ulterior motives, such as those who shoot arrows behind, such as Chang Lizhou who is extremely emotional.
Han Zhiyuan shook his head, only to feel that his consciousness was getting more and more blurred. He wanted to raise his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, but he couldn't. Then he saw the little emperor with red eyes and rubbing his sleeves, but he couldn't wipe it clean. The bright red, Han Zhiyuan smiled again, and then put all his weight on the little emperor, turned around and raised his hand to the sword shadow under the city gate, making a pause, which is the usual action of the regent on the battlefield, In an instant, except for a few people, most of them stopped and looked up at Han Zhiyuan, who was crumbling.
However, the little emperor had no intention of paying attention to other things, and his eyes were fixed on Han Zhiyuan, until Han Zhiyuan spit out a difficult sentence and taught the soldiers under the city gate a lesson, his eyes were still fixed on Han Zhiyuan, even I don't know what Han Zhiyuan said.
"Now, go back to me immediately, those who violate the order will be dealt with by military law!" After Han Zhiyuan finished speaking, another burst of dizziness struck, and he didn't need to worry about the next thing, nor could he.
"Hey~" Another mouthful of blood was spit out, and then, Han Zhiyuan felt that his body was out of control all of a sudden, and darkness hit him. The next second, he found that he had collapsed, and the little emperor sat down in a panic. On the ground, his hands tightly hugged Han Zhiyuan, who was lying on his lap. His noble and bright yellow body had already been dyed red with blood.
"Uncle, don't..." The little emperor looked at his hands, which were dyed red, at a loss. This was his uncle's blood. For a moment, he felt that the blood should have been in his hands. Uncle Huang, he killed it with his own hands.
The remorse and panic intertwined, and Sima Jinlin was completely confused. He just hugged Han Zhiyuan, who was covered in blood, helplessly calling out "Emperor Doctor" and "Uncle Emperor".
Han Zhiyuan raised his hand with difficulty and poked the little emperor's cheek. This was his favorite action, but he felt extremely difficult at the moment. Looking at the little emperor's tears dripping down, and then dyeing his hands even redder with his own blood, Han Zhiyuan's mind was actually complicated.
Obviously at the moment, his chest is full, and the temperature of his body is soaring rapidly, and even he can clearly feel the echo from the depths of his soul, the echo of the two souls, which indicates that he is about to succeed, but at this time. Han Zhiyuan was not as happy as he expected.
I still feel bad for this little guy.
"Why are you crying?" Han Zhiyuan grinned with difficulty, but only felt a surge of blood, and the smell of blood made people want to vomit.
"Uncle, don't, don't leave me," the little emperor's tears fell on Han Zhiyuan, "I understand, I already understand, Uncle, don't leave me, okay? I was wrong Uncle, I understand , I really understand..." The little emperor's voice was full of prayers, looking like a poor little one.
Han Zhiyuan smiled, feeling that his soul had left his body, "You are the ruler of a country, after today, you will be an adult, don't cry."
Han Zhiyuan said, but his eyes could not open, so the little emperor cried even more, "Uncle, don't go, I don't want anything, I don't want anything, I only want your uncle, as long as you, Don't go... uncle."
At this moment, even the civil and military officials kneeling all over the city wall were all moved by the helpless and panicked cry of the little emperor. At this moment, who cares about those so-called Changlun Tiandao.
Han Zhiyuan lightly supported the handsome face of the little emperor, and took one last look. Then he only felt that his chest was hot, as if it was about to explode, and his brain was cramped for a moment, and the next second, he felt all the pain. All disappeared in an instant, this is... the soul has left the body.
"Baby...bye." See you soon, just in another way.
"I don't want it! I don't allow it! Uncle Huang! Don't... don't!"
Before Han Zhiyuan lost consciousness, the little emperor's mournful and helpless voice seemed to echo in his ears. However, he could no longer speak, and then, Han Zhiyuan fell into darkness.