He suddenly sighed.
As if a sharp arrow shot through the silence, the tide of shouts suddenly surged, filling and occupying the space between the heaven and the earth in an instant. The sound of cutting into flesh and blood, the sound of blood splattering... It boiled like a sea, drowning people in this sea of earth-shattering sounds, and annihilated the entire imperial city in this massacre.
The silver-white light armor of Shenrui Battalion reveals a cold air under the snow light. This is the emperor's own personal soldier. Except for the annual spring and autumn drills with the Beijing camp, he has never fought an enemy before, let alone experienced such a situation. bloody battle. However, the one-in-a-million Shen Rui Battalion only relies on daily drills, and even though the enemy is several times their own, they are still extremely brave. Under the bleak snow light, the weapons intersected to reflect the cold light, blocks of silver armor fell down, and layers of silver armor came up again. Prince Rui's army patiently peeled off the silver phalanx layer by layer. More and more corpses piled up between the two battles, finally forcing the Shenrui Battalion to retreat more than ten feet—at this moment, it seemed as if everyone gasped suddenly, and the sound of "Long live" spread like a tide Kailai—it turned out that the emperor himself was standing on the tall dange, holding his bow, his stern eyebrows seemed to reflect the cold snow light, and the sable cloak was blown up by the wind, revealing the bright yellow silk inside, Like gigantic wings, the Shenrui Battalion was suddenly invigorated, and fought back bravely.
The sharp blade pierced the armor dully, and then pierced the flesh, the sound seemed to pierce the eardrum of a person. However, the Shenrui Battalion has never been chaotic. Even though the formation is getting thinner and thinner, it is still between the enemy and the Zhengqing Gate, blocking the black flag beside Prince Rui that was slamming in the wind and snow. , Can't move half a minute forward.
"My lord?" The clear voice beside me asked inquiringly.
Prince Rui nodded slightly.
The man took out a Ming Dy from his bosom, he only heard the whistling short, and it was still piercing in his ears amidst the roar of killing.
The fire blazed brightly, and almost everyone was blinded by the light in an instant. Tens of thousands of sparks are like meteor rain, or like hundreds of millions of golden locusts. Golden arcs cut through the night sky, and there are huge golden flowers in full bloom. The tent is like thunder shaking the ground, and the huge fire dragon has already been burning.
The Shenrui camp was immediately torn apart by four or five fire dragons. The silver armor turned into a terrible torture under the burning of the fire. Many people screamed horribly, and then more people still surged up amidst the flames, silent They swarmed forward, and finally cut a bloody path from the burning fire dragon. More than ten riders squeezed through the narrow gap like lightning, and the Shenrui Battalion had already desperately closed the formation and started fighting again.
It was still dark, and in the dark night, only the whistling of the north wind could be heard, Prince Rui thought, could it be that such a heavy snow would fall for a whole night
Outside the gate of the Zhengqing Hall, corpses were strewn all over the place. The dark red blood seeped into the snow. The warm blood melted the snow and turned into red blood plasma, which was then re-frozen into frost. The steps were sticky with this frost slurry. As if stepping on glue, sticking to the sole of the boot. The smell of blood rushed straight into people's throats, making people sick. And he stepped up step by step. And the largest palace in the majestic and magnificent imperial city was being stepped under his feet step by step.
A cold arrow flew from behind, brushed past his ear with a "swish", and shot obliquely at the half-closed door in front of him.
There are sixteen red sandalwood flying gold and nine dragon hovering doors in the main hall, some of which are open, like ferocious beasts with missing teeth, which can still swallow people in one bite. Arrow clusters were densely packed on the golden brick floor in the door, as if a corridor was paved with arrow feathers, and step by step, he stepped into the corridor of arrows.
The emperor suffered only one minor injury, an arrow wound on his left arm, and he did not bandage it, but let the blood drip drop by drop on the gold brick floor. There was a very slight "click", as if it was a copper leak.
Zhao Youzhi knelt aside, as if he was about to cry.
Seeing Prince Rui entering the palace, the guards rushed up and blocked the emperor. And the dozen or so people who closely followed Prince Rui also held their shields and protected them in front of Prince Rui.
As if Prince Rui hadn't seen it, he raised his hand to wipe the blood splattered on his cheeks. Away from so many people, the corners of the emperor's mouth slightly lifted, and he seemed to be smiling.
Thousands of people outside were desperately fighting, shouting, wrestling, and dying, while the flickering candles in the hall seemed to isolate the bloody battle that was boiling like a sea from another world.
The emperor smiled slightly: "You came really fast."
Prince Rui said: "I've already missed it once, so I can't be wrong this time."
Both of them were silent for a moment, and the emperor faced Prince Rui coldly: "I know, you have been waiting for this day for a long time."
"You have been waiting for this day for a long time." Prince Rui sneered, "A long time ago, you wanted to kill me with a sword."
The emperor suddenly laughed loudly, and drew out his sword: "Come on!" The body of the sword, like a pool of autumn water, reflected the lights and candles in the hall, as if a dragon was on fire, and the reflection was cold in the frosty sky. The edge of the sword drew half a circle, there was a hint of arrogance between the brows, all the attendants slowly retreated, and Prince Rui also slowly drew his sword.
Since Emperor Taizu won the world with bow and horse, all the princes learned riding and archery when they were young. They also listened to the Taifu's lecture in Wenhua Palace. The difference is that each prince has his own master of riding and archery. Over the past three hundred years since the founding of the country, there have been many princes leading the army, and there are also famous generals among them. Of course, it is because the foreign captives are strong, and the dynasties have fought endlessly, and it is also because Dayu has always valued martial arts over literature. martial arts.
After dozens of strokes, the emperor's breathing gradually became heavier, and the sword posture in his hand also slowed down. After all, there was an injury on his arm, and Prince Rui's sword was light and nimble, neither anxious nor impatient, it seemed that he attacked less and defended more. Zhao Youzhi was anxious, but he saw the figures of the two people coming and going under the candlelight, the sword energy flickering and flickering, the clothes brought up the wind to stir the air, and the candlelight flickered.
Suddenly there was a low shout, and the candlelight was stirred by the strong wind, and they all dimmed, and several red candles nearby were extinguished instantly. Zhao Youzhi's heart tightened suddenly, sure enough, the emperor was stabbed in the left chest by Prince Rui's sword, but seeing blood slowly oozing from the embroidered pattern on the bottom of the robe, the emperor finally stood up straight, and all the guards looked at him intently, afraid He was seriously injured.
Prince Rui's sword was lowered, and his thin lips were slightly pursed: "This sword is for Linyue."
The emperor trembled slightly, and immediately mocked: "Don't mention her—you don't deserve to mention her."
"Why can't I mention it?" Prince Rui sneered, "Do you know why she is willing to marry you?"
"I know—I've always known, it's because of you." At that moment, his eyes seemed to be covered with something under the light, making it difficult to see clearly, "But in the end, she never betrayed me, it was me I owe her." His tone suddenly became gentle, "But you will never understand everything about me and her."
Prince Rui had never seen such an expression on his face before, so he was slightly taken aback.
"The first time I saw her in the Banxiang Pavilion, it was a night when it was snowing heavily..." He raised his head, looked at the light of the light reflected on the window paper, and couldn't help but smile on his lips, "That night was In Shangyuan, fire trees, silver flowers, and night sky, people all over the city flocked to Dongfang to watch the lanterns, and she was the only one sitting there drinking in front of the plum blossoms. Although she was wearing men's clothes, I recognized her as a woman at a glance. Everyone is a lady, She actually wore men's clothing and drank in a restaurant, so I went up to chat with her intentionally. Although she was young, she was very eloquent and chatted with me. She was very knowledgeable in her words, and she was not inferior to a man. From that moment, I knew It turns out that there is a kind of woman in this world who can be a confidant. And the short two hours with her made me understand what congeniality and heart-to-heart are. What I like is what she likes, and she likes What I like is exactly what I like. No one in this world will understand me like that, just as no one in this world will be her."
He stared at Prince Rui with neither joy nor sorrow in his eyes: "Later I found out that she is Mu's daughter, and Mu Dajun will definitely not want to marry his beloved daughter as my concubine. I put down my face and begged my father. After so many years, It was the first time I begged my father for a personal matter, and it finally came to my wish. To marry her is a great blessing in my life. Even though she married me because of you at first, she finally gave her heart to me. And I am rich The world, after she passed away, only knew what it means to lose, and no one can replace her."
Prince Rui seemed to have never heard of it. The hall was so quiet that the whistling wind outside could be heard. The window gaps were tightly pasted with tissue paper, but there were several holes in the window paper by random arrows. A giant candle, suddenly a gust of wind came in from the arrow hole, the flame of a giant candle shook, and finally dimmed, leaving a wisp of green smoke curling up—his face was half hidden in the darkness, it seemed also dimmed, I can't see clearly.
After a long, long time, he said: "You killed her." There was a frightening coldness in his eyes, "You are the emperor, and everything in the world is up to you! You keep saying that you are in love with each other, but you don't even care about her." Let go!"
"I have no choice but to do it. If you hadn't colluded with Mrs. Mu, if you hadn't forced me to act first, Linyue would not have died." He sneered slightly, "You gave Linyue to me with both hands back then. What do you think?"
With a flash of white light, Prince Rui stabbed fiercely with his sword, the emperor raised his sword to meet each other, and the two swords intersected with a "chuckle". The emperor gasped slightly: "You have never lost it, you never know what it feels like to lose, but I know, I know it too deeply, so I swore that I would never allow myself to lose again. You forced me, and I will never will let you succeed."
"That's why you usurped the throne!" Because of the force, the back of Prince Rui's hand was slightly bulging with veins, but his voice was still clear and calm, "Father originally had a will, if the first emperor has no heirs, make me the crown prince."
The emperor exerted force on his wrist and finally shook Prince Rui's sword away. He looked up and laughed loudly: "The edict? So you used that thing to persuade the eleventh brother to open the city gate for you." He raised his eyebrows lightly, "It took a while Those twists and turns, it turned out that it fell into your hands after all, and you have pretended to be quite serious in the past two years."
Prince Rui sneered: "You didn't hesitate to poison your own mother and confiscated all of Mu's family, just for this kind of thing. It's a pity that things like this were sent out of the customs by Mu Dajun long ago, and Mu Yun escaped with his life You have taken back the will, and it is confirmed that you are a traitor and traitor who usurped the throne!"
"A traitor?" The emperor chuckled, "You are the son of the emperor, and so am I. Why do you want to be the emperor, and I am usurping the throne? I want to take the world into my hands, and I will let you watch and let me The dead father and emperor also looked at it—now that you are rebelling, you are the rebellious minister and thief!" The emperor narrowed his eyes slightly, "The death penalty should be imposed according to the law, and I will slowly kill you alive."
Prince Rui laughed loudly: "If I kill you today, I will be the emperor who obeys the destiny, and you are the traitor who usurped the throne!" The sword pointed obliquely and stabbed at the emperor's chest. The move was extremely fast, the sword pointed upwards, the emperor was wounded after all, the parry was a bit slow, Prince Rui's sword had already stabbed the emperor's right shoulder heavily, everyone gasped, mixed with the woman's short breath With a sound, Prince Rui cut off the curtain with a sword "swipe", behind the curtain the woman in Chinese clothes seemed caught off guard, looking at him with a pair of dark eyes, neither startled nor appalled. Like snow outside the window.
Prince Rui was going to take her life with a sword, but was caught by the coldness in her eyes, the sword slowed down a little bit, and she flew towards the emperor in front of him, the emperor thought she was frightened and stretched out The uninjured arm wanted to hug her. And she opened her arms slightly, like a butterfly, and her long dress and skirt dragged across the bright gold brick floor like a mirror, like clouds flowing across the sky, and she flung herself into his arms.
"Hey!"
There was a faint sound that was barely audible, and the emperor seemed not to notice it, and still wrapped his arms around her. After a while, the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang". She slowly slipped down from his arms, and finally half-kneeled and half-sat on the ground. Wei Du froze on the spot. The emperor staggered forward and pulled out the dagger from his chest forcefully. The blood splashed on her dress, face, and hair... He looked at the golden pattern engraved on the hilt of the dagger, and the blood spilled from his fingers. He only saw the word "Qi Kuo", as if he had seen the most terrifying thing, he couldn't believe it, but he couldn't believe it.
Life and death are in agreement with each other, and they talk with Zicheng. How could it be her
He exhausted his last bit of strength before he could make a sound: "Is it you?"
She stretched her arms around her, and slowly and carefully pressed her face to the hem of his robe, the blood flowed down his robe and onto her cheeks, the hot blood was like tears, so hot, she But there were no more tears, and there was an unspeakable sadness in her voice, but it was as gentle as if nothing had ever happened: "It's me, I've been waiting, but I haven't waited for you."
He stretched out his hand, as if wanting to touch her face, most of her cheeks were stained with blood, but her face was still as clear and beautiful as he remembered.
She held his hand tightly, as if she could never let go. She said: "On the day I was born, the moonlight covered the ground like clear frost, so my name is Rushuang."
The corners of his mouth raised, as if he wanted to laugh, touching the wound, and more blood spewed out. He grabbed her hand with such force, as if he could never let go, and he called her name softly: "If Shuang..." He was still holding the dagger, and blood filled the writing on the hilt: "Death and life are broad".
The life and death agreement is broad, and Zicheng talks...
It turned out to be her, but it wasn't her. No wonder Linyue married into the mansion back then, but didn't have this dagger. I also asked about it myself, and she said that the blade was unlucky, so she stayed at her mother's house. But it was not her, it was her...
Her tears finally rolled down, mixed with blood and tears, her eyes were blurred, and she could no longer speak. To this day, everything has become in vain. He seemed to want to say something, but he was speechless. He just grabbed her hand and squeezed her hand tightly. A big tear slowly gushed out of his eyes. He thought he would never cry again. Now, the tears rolled down and dripped on her black hair, he slowly let go of his fingers, she tried in vain to grab something, but only had time to grab the hem of his clothes, while he slowly and heavily raised his head , just fell on his back like that, and fell into a pool of blood.
Zhao Youzhi let out a desperate and short growl, picked up the emperor's sword on the ground, and stabbed fiercely at Rushuang's back. Rushuang lay there, neither dodging nor dodging. He was crucified to death on the spot, and only heard a "chuck", but it was a servant beside Prince Rui who shot at him with a bow, and the arrow pierced through his back. He fell heavily on the gold brick floor, his hands and feet twitched, and he died for a while. Rushuang was still lying there, motionless, the hall was completely silent, only the sound of shouting, fighting and the clashing of weapons could be heard outside.
Prince Rui looked at Rushuang in the pool of blood, she was still holding tightly to the corner of the emperor's clothes, curled up there like a small animal, and like a puppet without support, let herself be immersed in the dark lifelessly. In the red blood, the emperor's face was very clean, as if he was just asleep, and she never made any sound. Behind them is the golden throne surrounded by heavy curtains.
The Nine-Five Supreme, the Brilliant Yuji, the Vermilion Pill, and he stepped on it step by step, the golden throne seemed to be extremely high and far away, and he walked towards it step by step.
Finally standing above the ten thousand people, on the Nine Dragons Bijin throne, he slowly turned around and faced the south. The thousands of fire lights outside the hall turned into a hazy sea, slightly rippling with shallow warm light, and everyone in the hall knelt down. After stepping down, someone finally shouted: "Long live!" Then there were shouts: "Long live!" More people kowtowed one after another, and several internal officials and attendants who refused to kneel down were killed in an instant.
Since then, the world has surrendered, and he has been in the sea. His heart is filled with unparalleled satisfaction and unspeakable joy, overlooking the far end. No more, no one can disobey, no one can take away, everything in this world becomes his.