Duan Ling returned to the room and instructed the soldiers to fetch the book for himself, but facing the book, he was stunned for another afternoon.
Wu Du looked impatient and looked at the black armored army guards who sent the book, and those who were standing guard outside, and those who were sweeping leaves in the garden... Xie You replaced all the eunuchs and arranged them in the palace, all of them were eight feet tall. , shapely and handsome young man.
In the past, Da Chen once held the post of Jinwu, and later merged into the Heijia Army. All the guards who were selected were to obey the orders of the palace. All of them were handsome and handsome, and they were very self-disciplined and unsmiling. Now all of them have been sent to the East Palace, and I don't know what Xie You means.
"All go out!" Wu Du became angry when he saw it, wondering if he should find an excuse to poison them to death, Duan Ling said, "What are you doing with the guards all day long?"
Wu Du had to remain silent, his face stinking. Duan Ling looked at Wu Du and had to put aside his sadness and asked, "What's wrong?"
Wu Du said, "I'm leaving."
Duan Ling asked, "Where are you going?"
Wu Du didn't speak, and Duan Ling's eyes suddenly turned red and asked, "What's wrong? Why do you say that?"
Seeing Duan Ling with one eye, Wu almost cried, and said hurriedly, "Nothing, I'm going to do something, and I'll be back in a quarter of an hour."
"Oh, then you go." Duan Ling said, "What are you doing?"
"It's nothing." Wu Du said, "distribute some medicine and drink it for you."
Duan Ling nodded, Wu Du turned around and came out, sighed, and looked at the birds in the corridor for a long time, with a lifeless appearance.
The guards, eunuchs, and palace maids passed by and bowed to Wu Du. Wu Du can be said to be the fastest person to be promoted since the founding of the Great Chen. Not to mention jumping from a military general to a civil official, within three years, he has also jumped to the position of the prince and the master, and has risen from no grade to the first grade, even if it is a genius of Sanyuan and No. 1. Not his official luck.
After standing for a while, Wu Du went back to accompany Duan Ling to appraise the memorial. Duan Ling looked at Wu Du and asked for a drink of water and a book for a while, and Wu Du got up and gave him orders.
At night, Wu Du led Duan Ling to have dinner with Li Yanqiu. When Duan Ling was having dinner, Wu Du was waiting by the side, Zheng Yan was still by the side, Yao Fu and the Fifth Princess were there, everyone chatted a little, and everyone knew that Duan Ling had not come out after Lang Junxia died.
Li Xiao tried to persuade him several times, but Yao Fu beat him up and stopped him.
"Emperor, what are you going to do with Changliu-Jun?" Li Xiao finally said.
Let Lord Changliu enter the palace. After all, he is Mu Kuangda's former retainer. No matter how loyal Lord Changliu is, everyone is not at ease. It is also inappropriate to let him live in the city.
"He has been with Muqing the whole time." Duan Ling said.
"The shepherd's family should not be kept." Li Xiao said, "It is inevitable that something will go wrong in the future."
"Don't worry about it." Li Yanqiu said, "What can that kid do?"
Li Yanqiu didn't even ask Duan Ling's arrangement. After that day, he learned that Duan Ling had locked Muqing in the place where Mu Jinzhi once lived, and sent someone to watch it.
Anyway, all the damned are dead, so I'm not afraid of any storms that Muqing can make.
"Also," Li Xiao said, "put those barbarians back. If they stay for a long time, they will cause trouble. It's cold, so it's time for your uncle and I to go back."
Duan Ling nodded, knowing that Li Xiao was speaking to Li Yanqiu.
Li Yanqiu said, "Let's go back after the New Year."
Yao Fu stretched his back and said, "There are still a lot of things to do in the spring next year. I'm afraid there will be another fight, so you have to be careful."
"No." Duan Ling said, "I dated Batu for three years."
"It's best not to fight," Li Xiao said.
After dinner, Duan Ling analyzed the situation in a few words, and his mood gradually recovered. He and Wu Du went back to the East Palace along the Imperial Garden. The new hall was re-arranged, brightly lit and very warm. Fei Hongde, as a staff member of the East Palace, temporarily lived in the palace, and would soon invite guests.
There are still many people to see. Duan Ling was lying on the couch at night, tossing and turning, thinking of Lang Junxia, and couldn't help but feel sad.
He wanted to forgive his sins, why did he do this? In the hall that day, he had already made all the preparations. As long as he opened his mouth and Jun Wu joked, Li Yanqiu would not refute him.
After Wu Du came back, he took off his martial robe and put on an assassin's night suit.
"Where?" Duan Ling asked.
"Go out." Wu Du tied his belt and said, "Go?"
Duan Ling: "?"
Wu Du put on Duan Ling's boots, wrapped him in a tiger jacket, took him out by the hand, hugged him horizontally, and leaped up the eaves.
It was getting cooler in the late autumn, Wu Du jumped over the top of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, held Duan Ling's hand, came to the courtyard of the original East Palace of the West Hall, and landed in the courtyard.
The lamp was lit in the room, the cold wind was blowing, the gauze curtain was rolled up, and there was a coffin in the room.
Duan Ling: "..."
It was Lang Junxia's mourning hall, Wu Du let out a long breath, stood in front of the coffin, crossed his arms, and looked at the coffin sideways.
"What are you doing?" Duan Ling wanted to stop Wu Du, but Wu Du pulled out his light sword, cut open the coffin's tenon, and pushed open the coffin lid for Duan Ling to see.
In Lang Junxia's coffin lay a piece of wood and a Qingfeng sword.
Duan Ling: "..."
"He's not dead?!" Duan Ling exclaimed in shock.
"Shh." Wu Du frowned, took out the Qingfeng sword, and said, "This is something from the White Tiger Hall, and it must be taken back."
"Why didn't you say it?!" Duan Ling exclaimed in surprise.
Wu Du said: "I guess. This medicine was asked by His Majesty, and I asked for two copies."
Duan Ling: "..."
Duan Ling only felt his scalp tingling, and he didn't know whether he was happy or sad for a while, but he was happy that Lang Junxia didn't die! The sad thing is that that day I was tricked by him again, and I couldn't help but get angry.
Wu Du said, "I knew I wasn't dead, now what? You don't have to make a stinky face anymore."
Duan Ling's qi returned to his qi, but he still laughed and replied, "Yeah."
Wu Du pushed the coffin lid up again and said, "Let's go."
Duan Ling glanced back and caught up with Wu Du, but now it was Wu Du's turn to get angry.
"Hey." Duan Ling went to hold Wu Du's hand, but Wu Du refused to hold it, saying, "I'm leaving the palace to live."
"Where to live?" Duan Ling asked in surprise.
"I'm the prince and the master." Wu Du said, "I'm a minister, not a bodyguard. What does it look like when a minister lives in the palace?"
Duan Ling pulled his sleeve and said, "Don't be angry."
Wu Du brushed away Duan Ling's hand and was about to leave, and Duan Ling pulled his pants instead. The two were pulling and pulling, returning to the East Palace, and Wu Du went to change his clothes again.
"Don't be like this." Duan Ling said depressedly.
Wu Du was changing his clothes and was about to leave. Duan Ling said, "There is no official residence outside, where are you going to live?"
"Go to the Prime Minister's Mansion." Wu Du said, "Still live in my dilapidated yard."
Wu Du had just taken off his night clothes and was wearing a single shirt, when Duan Ling rushed up and hugged his waist.
"When will I die..."
Duan Ling blocked his lips abruptly, preventing him from saying these words, and then quickly undressed, stripped off in a short time, and stood in front of Wu Du.
The boy's fair skin and well-proportioned body were exposed to Wu Du's gaze, and the visual impact made Wu Du speechless for a while. Duan Ling couldn't stop digging into Wu Du's arms again. Wu Du's mouth was dry and he forgot what he said before, just carried him to bed.
"You're just... untidy..."
"Um... don't... "
Wu Du spent a whole night, and after he got the place back, he thought that he would run fast, otherwise he would have to turn his fake death into a real death. It was not until dawn that Duan Ling fell asleep tiredly.
The next day, Duan Ling's spirit recovered a lot, and he began to talk and laugh. Although Wu Du was not happy, he had to comfort himself, forget it, it is good to be alive, so as not to fight with a dead person all day long.
"Is Qing'er in there?"
Three days later, Duan Ling came to the outside of the palace.
"Yes." Lord Changliu no longer wore night clothes, and he took off his mask and said, "Do you want to see him?"
There was a carriage parked in the alley, Duan Ling just looked at it from a distance and didn't say much.
"Forget it." Duan Ling handed over a stack of silver notes and the customs clearance documents specially approved by the imperial court to Lord Changliu, and said, "Let's go, don't come back."
Lord Changliu took off his sword and handed it to Wu Du.
"Next time, I can no longer pass it on." Changliujun said, "I have to leave it to you."
Wu Du said, "I'll figure it out."
"Then, your Majesty's side..." Lord Changliu hesitated.
"Will you tell Muqing the truth?" Duan Ling asked.
Lord Changliu hesitated, and Duan Ling said, "Tell him."
Lord Changliu sighed deeply, nodded his head, and said, "Aren't you going to meet him?"
Duan Ling waved his hand, Changliu-jun seemed to make up his mind, turned around and jumped onto the driver's seat, and drove away.
Duan Ling and Wu Du went to the city gate, looking at the Jiangbei Plain, Lord Changliu drove the carriage and left slowly.
"Where's Wang Shan?" Mu Qing lifted the curtain and asked, "What happened to my father?"
"Shh." Changliu-jun said, "I'll tell you later, listen to me, don't ask again, darling."
Although Mu Qing was under house arrest in the palace and had no news for nearly ten days, he vaguely guessed it, and his eyes were red.
"Your father is not dead." Changliujun said, "And I guarantee that your father will not die, don't worry."
"Are you serious?" Mu Qing said, "What about my aunt?"
"Well... your aunt... It's hard to tell." Changliu-jun said, "In short, don't ask, just be obedient."
Mu Qing stared at Changliu-Jun in a daze, and suddenly said, "Am I the only one left with you?"
"Yes, but you still have me." Changliu-jun said.
The carriage was getting farther and farther away, Duan Ling was leaning against Wu Du's arms, snuggling with each other, but when Changliu-Jun left, he thought of Lang Junxia.
He thought that in these days, someone would suddenly appear by his side, even if it was just a gust of wind and a shadow. But he never came.
But anyway, he still has Wu Du, and he looked up at Wu Du.
"Missing your father again?" Wu Du looked at Duan Ling and asked.
"No." Duan Ling smiled, "I just missed you."
He took Wu Du's hand and went back to the palace with him.
In the quiet night, Mu Kuangda was in a dark and damp prison, and he was tortured so painfully that he couldn't stop shaking.
"Your Highness!"
"His Royal Highness doesn't have to go in in person, we just bring the prisoner out."
"It's okay." Duan Ling bowed and entered the prison, followed by Wu Du and walked down the damp steps.
Mu Kuangda was wearing a prison uniform, his beard was gray, and he seemed to be nearly ten years older.
"Wang Shan." Mu Kuangda laughed.
"Master." Duan Ling said, "Thank you for your constant cultivation and teaching."
Mu Kuang took a breath and said, "You Li family, you will never..."
"Do you want to know about Qing'er?" Duan Ling interrupted Mu Kuangda. Sure enough, Mu Kuang was quiet, trembling all over.
"I sent him away." Duan Ling said, "Tomorrow you are going to be executed, so I came here to tell you so that your heart will be reassured. Jun Wu joking, I swear in the name of my great ancestors and ancestors that I did not kill him. ."
"Thank you... thank you." Mu Kuangda trembled, "Thank you, Wang Shan!"
"But I can't save the Queen Mother." Duan Ling said, "That's it."
Mu Kuangda burst into tears, kneeling on the ground, wearing handcuffs and shackles, and began to cry. Duan Ling originally wanted to tell him that Mu Qing was not his biological son. Before he came to think of his revenge for killing his father, he simply had to slash him with a thousand cuts in order to vent the hatred in his heart.
However, when he saw this old man who was dying, he finally couldn't bear to tell him the truth and turned to leave.
Wu Du stood for a while, looking at Mu Kuangda with pity.
"Stop poisoning." Duan Ling said at the door of the cell, "He will die tomorrow."
"Got it!" Wu Du said, "There are still a few words to say, you go up first."
Mu Kuangda stared blankly at Wu Du. After Wu Du waited for Duan Ling to walk away, he said, "Shh, Mu Xiang, Mu Qing is the son of Lord Changliu, otherwise why do you think Lord Changliu is loyal to you? Think about it for yourself?"
Mu Kuangda: "..."
"Let's watch it." Wu Du said, "It will be indefinite in the future."
Wu Du also turned around and left, Mu Kuangda stared at him, breathless for a long time, then leaned against the wall and couldn't stop scratching his chest.
At noon the next day, the rain continued, and Mu Kuangda was half dead.
Duan Ling was sitting in the carriage and heard the crowd outside. The car stopped for a while, Wu Du, dressed in a black brocade robe, was very handsome, got in the car, sat down, and went to the prison with him.
"What are they doing?" Duan Ling asked.
Wu Du replied: "I am filled with righteous indignation, blocking the way to kill the old man."
"Impossible." Duan Ling said, "It should be because he wanted to stop the prison car and give him water."
When Wu Du stopped talking, Duan Ling knew that was the case, and said, "As the Prime Minister, I respect him; I can only say that he met me."
Wu Du said, "I thought you would be angry."
"No." Duan Ling replied, "That's why I can't lose without his big Chen."
At three quarters of noon, Duan Ling was sitting on the top floor of the No. 1 stall in the distance, drinking tea. Hearing the execution of the officials, the people shouted, knowing that Mu Kuangda had been beheaded, and sighed.
Sometimes, it was people who died, and the spirit or faith who lived. It was really difficult for Duan Ling to distinguish whether it was a friend or an enemy. At this moment, it seemed that it was no longer important.
"Cai Yan!" the supervisor shouted, "Fake prince, Ling Chi!"
After the capital was moved, this was the first case of Ling Chi. Officer Ling Chi stripped Cai Yan's robe to reveal his scrawny body. He held a sharply sharpened knife and stuck it to his chest. up, swept down gently.
Cai Yan groaned, and a numb nucleus was stuffed in his mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue and committing suicide.
More and more people gathered. At first, Cai Yan wanted to hold back and keep silent, but after only 100 knives, he screamed in pain. His whole body was covered with blood, and the ground was covered with flesh.
"One hundred and sixteen!" The supervisor reported the number of Ling Chi knives. Ling Chi was executed very carefully, with a total of 3,600 knives. He was slaughtered and skinned, his tendons and bones were cut, and he had to be fed a specially made strong heart to save his life. The medicine, let him live to accept this human torture.
"One hundred and thirty-nine!" Superintendent beheading officials reported.
Duan Ling sat opposite Wu Du, silent, listening to the shrill screams from Cai Yan.
When he counted to "one thousand one hundred and twenty", there was no more intact place on Cai Yan's body. His whole body was covered in blood, and he had become a man of blood like skinned skin. His scalp was gone, but the blood vessels on his forehead and cheek were still there. Jumping, the eyelids were cut off, and the appearance was ferocious and terrifying.
"One thousand one hundred and twenty-one!"
"One thousand one hundred and twenty-two!"
Cai Yan's Adam's apple was still beating, screaming like a wild beast.
The boss brought a tray of snacks, put it on the table, and presented a letter, saying, "Your Highness, someone has left a letter for you."
Duan Ling was about to take it, but Wu Du was afraid that the letter was poisonous, so he took it and opened it.
There are only four words on it: let him die.
It was Lang Junxia's handwriting. He was still there, maybe watching Ling Chi, and finally couldn't help begging for Cai Yan.
Duan Ling came to the execution platform.
"His Royal Highness is here—"
The onlookers were driven away by the Black Armored Army. Ling Chi Guan stopped, put down his knife, and knelt on the ground, his forehead touching the ground.
Duan Ling did not let him back down, standing on the wooden frame of execution, looking up at Cai Yan, who was hanged up and dripping blood. This was the first time he had seen such torture.
"I... hate you." Cai Yan struggled to squeeze such a sentence out of his throat.
"What do you hate about me?" Duan Ling sometimes wondered about Cai Yan's thinking, and said, "I don't hate you, but you hate me."
"You," Cai Yan made a terrifying and strange voice, "there is you... Dad, there is... Lang Junxia, you... just... Born in the Duan family, everything... has. I... nothing... nothing... God … even the last bit of my… will… take away.”
His Adam's apple slid up and down, and the muscles all over his body throbbed, oozing blood together.
"I remember when I first entered Mingtang." Duan Ling said, "You are like a big brother, come and tell me that if you are bullied by Tutu, I will find you."
Cai Yan's eyes could no longer be closed. His eyeballs were bulging and bloodshot, staring at Duan Ling like a monster.
"For that year, I also had classmate friendship with you." Duan Ling sighed and said, "That's it."
He took a few steps, turned his back to Cai Yan, and stopped.
Cai Yan still made that hideous and terrifying voice: "I... I'm a ghost, and I won't... "
Duan Ling turned around, drew his longbow, and shot a backhand arrow. With a soft sound, the arrow flew away from the string and flew out a zhang diagonally. It hit Cai Yan's almost transparent chest cavity filled with blood and hit his heart.
The blood burst open and passed through his body. Cai Yan opened his eyes and lowered his head slowly. The blood flowed down his body, more and more, covering the ground.
The crowd dispersed, and the body of the bloody man on the wooden frame was still dripping blood, one drop, two drops.
Batu and Helianbo were waiting outside the school grounds, Duan Ling walked towards them, tears could not stop pouring out, Helianbo stepped forward, put his arms on Duan Ling's shoulders, and Batu came over and hugged him.
The autumn wind is bleak, and on Jiangbei Road, the maple leaves are flying, and the ground is blood red.
Under the escort of Wu Du and Zheng Yan, Duan Ling personally sent Batu, Helianbo, Yelulu and Tenzin Wangjie to the end of the Jiangbei Plain.
"Two years left," Batu said.
"I remember." Duan Ling replied.
Everyone parted under the maple flowers.
"I-I'll help you!" Helianbo said.
Batu glared at Helianbo, but Helianbo said, "I, I want to help him!"
"I'll hit you first!" Batu said angrily.
Helianbo stepped forward and pushed Batu, and the two began to push, and they were about to fight. Yelulu and others rushed forward to separate them.
Everyone knows that this will be their last meeting, and the next time they meet, it will be a battle of life and death. Batu drank the assembled Yuanyu, got on his horse, and left without looking back.
Everyone watched Batu quietly.
"I don't need your help." Duan Ling said, "I will fight him too."
Duan Ling turned over and rode on Benxiao. Helianbo and others said goodbye to him and left.
"Go back and send this letter to Zong Zhen." Duan Ling said, "Thank you for his help."
Yelulu clasped his fists on the horse, and Tenzin Wangjie waved to Duan Ling with his contract with Dachen.
Duan Ling always rode his horse in front of Pingyuan Road, watching Batu and others leave, Batu and his group gradually disappeared on the horizon, becoming a small black spot on the horizon.
But the few black dots seemed to stop and didn't move forward. Maybe Batu was looking back at him, maybe not, who knows
It wasn't until they completely disappeared from his sight that Duan Ling turned his horse's head and went back to his Jiangzhou and his homeland.
It was the winter of that year, when Prince Chen Li Ruo returned to the court and granted amnesty to the world.
The next year, Chen Di opened up about Enke, recruited talents from all over the world, and recruited guests from the East Palace. In this year, the weather was good, the country was peaceful and the people were safe, but the court imposed heavy taxes, dispatched troops and horses from Jiangnan, Jiangzhou, Xichuan, Shandong, and Hebei, and recruited 100,000 troops.
In the fourth year of Jingwu, the prince went to Hebei in person, and swarmed the army to 200,000 troops from the four directions. Liao and Yuan prepared for war separately.
In the autumn of the fifth year of Jingwu, the army went to Xunbei, and at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, they were attacked by the alliance of Chen and Liao, and they hurriedly returned to the North General Ridge of Shangjing Road.
In December, the army of Chen and Yuan started a battle at the foot of the General's Ridge, which is called the Battle of Youzhou.