Yin Zhan didn't say a word, picked up the wine jar and respected Ji Heng from a distance, then raised his head and drank the wine cleanly.
Ji Heng smiled and toasted to each other, his movements were elegant and calm, which was completely different from Yin Zhan's roughness. Two completely different styles, but there is a kind of weird fit.
"Yin Zhili should be ready to raise troops." After drinking a glass of wine, Ji Heng put down the wine cup and asked casually: "Let me think, except for me tonight, there is a queen mother in the palace. The emperor is like a tiger with his teeth pulled out. At your mercy, Yin Zhili set up troops from Qingzhou, with Changhe as the boundary. Even if he could not capture Yanjing for the time being, he could establish a new dynasty as Nanyan. I just don’t know what the title of the Xiajun king was. This emperor was made by the Xiajun king or Yin Zhili. Come do it?"
Yin Zhan's expression remained unchanged, and he smiled: "If I live, I will do it. If I die, my son will do it!"
"Then you might as well guess, are you dead or alive tonight?"
His ending is still gentle, and in the tense atmosphere, only he is calm. Yin Zhan said: "Duke Su thinks that?"
"Before I left, I had a divination, and the hexagram said that there is no need to be lucky if you survive a catastrophe." Ji Heng wrote lightly: "I think, at least I don't have to die tonight."
Yin Zhan said with a smile: "Su Guo Gong is used to trusting himself."
Tonight, this red building is full of murderous intent, and I don't know how many ambushes will be staged. However, even if they knew it was a trap, they both had to come willingly. This is because only when the other party acts as bait for each other and commits a risk with the body, will it be possible to approach the other party. And the reason why he didn't hesitate to take a risk to come, there is only one purpose, which is to put the other party to death. As long as each other is alive, they can't be at ease with each other.
If there is a thorn in the flesh, it must be pulled out cleanly. If you can't pull it out and die here, it's a good death. The worst is that both lose and lose together and die together.
Yu Ji walked out of the account and raised her head to sing: "Look at the king sleeping in the tent, and I will be out of the account and let my sorrows go out of the account. I walked lightly to the deserted suburbs to stand still, and suddenly raised my head to see the clear blue moonlight. Look. , The clouds are converging in the clear sky, and the ice wheels are surging, so it's a clear autumn scene!"
Ji Heng raised his glass, looked at the wine cup in his hand, and said calmly: "I am not dead. Tonight, I will kill the King Xia, and then threaten Yin Zhili with the life of the queen mother. Yin Zhili throws himself into the trap, and then kills Yin Zhili. Your soldiers and horses of the Yin family, come down. Those who return will return, those who do not fall will be killed."
"Duke Su Guo is too young to think too simple. I opened the way for my son with my life, and my son will not be caught in the trap because of the queen mother. Besides, you might underestimate Roujia." He sighed softly. It seemed that a kind elder had heard the words of a junior who did not know the depth, half amused and half an explanation, "As for the soldiers and horses of my Yin family, no one has fallen."
"That's easier." Ji Heng smiled faintly, "I will kill you first, then the queen mother, then Yin Zhili, and finally 100,000 Yin family soldiers."
"Duke Su beware of killing too much evil."
Ji Heng raised his eyebrows, "So what? I'm a person, my life is hard."
There was silence.
Yin Zhan opened another jar of new wine and poured his head up.
Yu Ji sang a long voice: "I was thinking about myself here, and I heard the song of Chu in the enemy camp. Oh, stay! Why is there the song of Chu in the enemy’s village? What is the reason? I think so. There must be something weird about it, so I can't help but report it to the king."
Ji Heng flicked his fingers and didn't even look at it. A few pearls from the fan flew down from the second floor and continued to fall in the emerald-colored porcelain bowl. The pearls are lined with jasper, shining brightly.
Yin Zhan smiled freely, he said: "Don't tell me, drink!"
Ji Heng picked up the hip flask.
One is elegant, the other is rude, the other is calm, and the other is presumptuous. It was also a good scene, the guests were all quiet, as if the world was suddenly silent, only the people on the stage, tirelessly performing the joys and sorrows.
This was an ambush assassination that had been known for a long time. Both knew that the other side had a back hand, but they didn't know when it started and when it ended.
Until Yin Zhan drank the last jar of wine, he held the jar with one hand and smiled heartily and handsomely, as if he was still the brave and fearless General Zhaode on the battlefield back then, but at that moment—
He suddenly rushed towards Ji Heng!
Ji Heng seemed to be aware of it early, and did not move the action of playing with the folding fan.
Suddenly, the guests were full of guests, and they stood up against each other, playing table tennis. In the middle are two people, Yin Zhan and Ji Heng, one in rough armor and the other in red. No one can do nothing.
Yin Zhan's weapon is a knife. The knife looks extremely heavy. The hilt is carved with a ferocious wolf's head, but it is as light as a feather when swung by him. He didn't look at Ji Heng's folding fan with gold threads, and laughed loudly: "My nephew, your weapon is too rich in powdery breath!"
Ji Heng smiled faintly: "It's easy to use." Between the opening and closing of the fan, passing by Yin Zhan's face, a trace of blood was added to Yin Zhan's face.
He wiped off the bloodstain indifferently, and said, "This hidden weapon is really insidious!"
"After all, the uncle's despicableness, parents have already learned, don't you dare to take it lightly if you are nephews." Ji Heng replied lazily.
The blade is like silver snow, and the wolf head on the back is also murderous, probably because it was the knife that followed Yin Zhan on the battlefield. There are countless souls under the knife, and the knife is also fierce. However, what was entangled with the knife was another gorgeous fan. The blade hurt people, and the fan wind also hurt people. After a few rounds of fighting, both of them were full of colors.
The actors in the audience sang "My concubine, you know that! In the former, all heroes fight separately, and the lone family can extinguish one place and occupy another place. Now, all the people and horses are attacking together; this gaixia There are few soldiers and no food, and you can’t defend. Although the eight thousand soldiers are brave and strong, they are all gone; alone to send troops to fight the thief, victory or defeat is difficult. Oh, concubine! Seeing this situation, it is you and me. That day!"
The pearl enters the emerald bowl, and the gold falls on the silver plate. Yin Zhan yelled, and saw dozens of soldiers in armor jumped out above the red building and after a few bead curtains. Ji Heng smiled and said, "Uncle Shi is despicable and sincerely does not deceive me."
"The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves forward," Yin Zhan also said: "Soldiers don't tire of fraud, watch the sword!"
Ji Heng also laughed, his smile seemed to be sarcasm, and he saw young people with beautiful clothes and jade belts on the floor and inside the bead curtain.
He has a killer move, so why not
Yin Zhan's face didn't look too surprised, as if he had expected this moment a long time ago. Both of them really knew what the other party wanted to do, but they had better luck and harder life. Ji Heng is fierce, so why not Yin Zhan. If he succeeds in dealing with his own flesh and blood, and can betray and kill his brothers and friends, how can he be a softhearted person
Above the red building, the sound of swords and swords was immediately filled. Those red hibiscus candles in full bloom were all dumped on the ground, and the snow-white wool carpets were already covered with human blood. The corpse is vertical and horizontal, and flesh and blood fly. And the two people in the middle were killed by the sword, endlessly.
"My nephew has lived decades less than me after all." Yin Zhan smiled and said, "Even if you are extremely smart, you are a little softer in the end."
"To each other," Ji Heng smiled softly, "Compared to me, you seem to have more weaknesses."
Yin Zhan's smile was slightly stiff, and Lin Roujia was his weakness. Yin Zhili is also his weakness. He does have a lot of weaknesses. In comparison, Ji Heng is ruthless and unrighteous, and there are indeed no people close to him. Even though he is his only grandfather, he is not affectionate. Maybe there is one more ginger pear now, but this is also a gamble. No one knows how much ginger pear is worth.
He hopes to kill Ji Heng. Ji Heng's existence poses too much threat to Yin Zhili. As long as Ji Heng is killed, Emperor Hong Xiao is not afraid, and the world is under control. But today he saw Ji Heng, he knew that he couldn't have walked out alive. The child has been dormant for decades, and his patience is daunting, and he cannot avoid the debt he has to do.
But even if he died, he would clear all the way for Roujia and Yin Zhili! He will take Ji Heng to hell together, and he will die with Ji Heng!
The Yu Ji on the stage sang softly: "Persuade the princess to drink and listen to Yu songs, to relieve the sorrow of the emperor. Ying Qin Wudao breaks the country and the heroes start fighting. Since ancient times, the common saying does not deceive me. Success or failure will happen in a moment. Sit on the tent."
Yin Zhan, who was fighting with Ji Heng, showed a strange smile and shouted: "Burn!"
The torch, a dedicated torch, was carefully made into the appearance of a strange beast, but it was thrown on the hanging red tent without even looking, and a blaze burst into the sky. That pavilion was a wooden pavilion, and the second floor suddenly became a sea of flames.
"You really don't plan to go back alive," Ji Heng smiled and said, "Even my own way is burned out."
"As long as I can kill you." Yin Zhan replied, "Even if I die, it's worth it." His sword flew straight towards Ji Heng. Those fighting men could escape, but on the second floor, Yin Zhan stumbled on Ji Heng's footsteps, making it impossible for him to escape. But in other words, Ji Heng didn't want to escape at all. His fan was winding in a wonderful arc in the sea of fire, like the light dance of a beauty, and the stunning beauty of assassinating the emperor in the legend, just waiting to see it.
The Liyuan children on the stage didn't realize it, as if they didn't see the raging fire or the sparks falling from the second floor. While singing the most exciting scene in the Taoist drama, Yu Ji said: "Oh, my concubine! How can my concubine be involved in the great king. If you send troops this time, if there is a disadvantage, you will retreat to Jiangdong and try to move back. In front of you, you don’t have to worry about your concubine!"
The hero said painfully: "This... Concubine, you... Don't find this short-sightedness."
"Hey! Great King! The Han soldiers are already in the air, and they are singing on all sides. The king is full of spirits, how can a lowly concubine live!"
Singing on all sides, singing on all sides! The road leading downstairs has almost been burned by the fire, and where they are standing, there is also a gas fire under their feet. Fighting desperately in the sea of flames, the rest of the subordinates fought hard, and couldn't help them. Both of them were scarred, but they didn't seem to notice the pain, and they would tremble so tirelessly until the whole red building was burned to ashes.
At this moment, from outside the red building, another person suddenly rushed in. This person was carrying a lot of wind and snow, and his head was gray. Holding a three-foot Qingfeng sword, he went straight to the second floor. His movements were not as neat as the young soldiers, but he was exceptionally agile. It seemed that he hadn't seen the flames soaring to the sky at all.
In the sea of flames, Ji Heng's fan cut open Yin Zhan's neck, blood was flowing, Yin Zhan's knife also cut his back, and the red clothes were wet. Refusing to give up with each other, Yin Zhan smiled grimly: "Good nephew, since you are immortal with me, it is better to go to hell with me. Beiyan's great rivers and mountains, let my son enjoy it!" He said. At that time, Ji Heng's fan just pierced his chest, and he hadn't pulled it out yet, but he didn't care at all, but before the fan was pulled out, he backhanded the knife into Ji Heng's back.
However, he did not succeed.
At that moment, there was a figure rushing up the second floor. He was already old. He looked how vigorously he was on weekdays, and got tired easily. He was already very reluctant to rush into the sea of flames. Seeing this now, he could only push Ji Heng away, and the sword in his hand went straight to the opponent.
Yin Zhan's knife pierced his back, and his sword pierced Yin Zhan's throat.
Yin Zhan fell down in response.
"Grandfather!" Ji Heng cried out.
The actor pretending to be Yuji on the stage had already killed himself, and it was the last scene where the Overlord came to the Wujiang River. The legendary hero sang: "The lonely family was defeated, so what face is there to meet Jiangdong's elders. Send the lonely war horse across the river and let it go."
Old General Ji fell to the ground, Yin Zhan's mouth bleeds, only has time to make a "ho...ho" sound, he tilted his head and lost his breath, still with a weird smile on his face.
Ji Heng hugged General Ji and came downstairs. Downstairs there was also a tragic death, and all the people were dead. He hugged General Ji, gently placed it on the blood-stained wool carpet, and shouted, "Grandfather."
His voice was shaking.
The blood of Old General Ji kept flowing out of the wound, and the snow-white carpet was stained red with the blood. When he was young, he fought on the battlefield and suffered countless injuries. How many times he walked in front of the Hades Palace and returned unscathed. He is always energetic and smiles flying, even if the Ji family has encountered so many inexplicable disasters, even if the rest of his life guards the deserted government mansion, he always does not care.
He should be full of anger and shouted at people: "Find a doctor for the old man!" It seems that he is determined not to die. As long as the doctor comes to treat him, he will surely stand up soon and become a government official. That happy old urchin.
However, his wound was so deep and the holes were shocking, as if he was about to bleed all the blood. The object of Yin Zhan's heart was Ji Heng. He didn't give Ji Heng another way. He worked hard with a knife, and a knife in exchange for his own life. The medicine and the five spirits of medicine were beyond rescue.
"Ah... Aheng..." General Ji called Ji Heng's name.
Ji Heng held his hand.
"I know, you blamed me... When I was young, I clearly knew who this matter had to do with, and who killed Minghan and Hongye, but refused to avenge them. You are the only seedling of the Ji family, I I can't put you in danger. I endured it for more than 20 years, until you grew up, Yin Zhan came back by himself, I... I can finally avenge Minghan." He vomited a big mouthful of blood.
Ji Heng looked at him, and a tear dropped on the face of Old General Ji.
No one has ever seen Ji Heng cry. This child seems to be born not to be sad, not afraid, and not to cry. It seemed that he would never cry anymore except when he was a baby when he was completely ignorant. Even Old General Ji had never seen Ji Heng cry.
"Why are you crying..." General Ji smiled, "It's not like a man."
General Ji also checked after Yu Hongye died. The reason why he did not allow Ji Donghan to continue the investigation was that after Yu Hongye entered the palace at that time, the body appeared inexplicably outside of his house, and he was in the palace at this moment. for. He was afraid that Ji Minghan would be impulsive and follow the way of others, but he didn't know that Ji Minghan could not tolerate his wife being insulted and killed, and he wanted to find the culprit even if he broke with the whole family.
On the night of Hongshan Temple, besides going by himself, Ji Minghan also brought seventy-two Chixiao riders who followed him. Yin Zhan’s archers lie in wait, and the Seventy-two Chixiao Cavaliers are wiped out. The last person alive took Ji Donghan back and hid him. One year later, he tried to contact Old General Ji and tell him the truth. A few more days later. In 1970, the man died and entrusted his son to General Ji, who was Wenji's father.
General Ji knows the truth, but he can't do anything. Lin Roujia has given birth to a child, and he has no evidence. The important thing is that Ji Heng is young. Once Lin Roujia is aware, he will only take the lead in dealing with Ji Heng.
In the future, Ji Heng will be the only one left in their Ji family. He can't let Ji Heng make a mistake.
Ji Heng grew up day by day, he was smarter than Old General Ji thought. He has been investigating since he learned of the bizarre disappearance of his parents. He must have found out something, Old General Ji can feel it. He became gloomy, talkative, and moody every day. Since he was a teenager, he no longer gets close to anyone. He gets what he likes, and he doesn’t cherish it. wide awake.
"You blame me... Aheng, I'm sorry..." General Ji said. If he hadn't tolerated it, Ji Heng would not have known the truth prematurely. He walked into the hell in an absolutely cruel way. This child was caused by him alone.
"I didn't blame you." Ji Heng whispered: "I will do the same if it's me."
Old General Ji looked at Ji Heng for a long time. He had never seen this child so gentle without any sharp edges and corners. He looked at himself with a gaze that could forgive everything.
"This sword..." He tried hard to touch the sword beside him, "Qing Ming, this is my sword... and your father's sword. You have to protect it."
Yin Zhan's subordinates have all been resolved, and many of those elder brothers in Jinyi can't wake up again. Zhao Ke and Wen Ji stood beside Ji Heng. They were also scarred, but they were silent and refused to speak, staring sadly at Old General Ji.
The old general is about to die.
Ji Heng held the sword, his voice softly as if afraid to scare him, "Okay, grandfather."
"This play... very good, very good." General Ji said as he said, his eyes fell on the sky, as if there was something there, he stretched out a hand laboriously, pointed at the sky and smiled. "Minhan, Hongye, Madam, you guys... You came to pick me up..."
The hand suddenly dropped, and General Ji closed his eyes.
The corner of his mouth was still smiling, and his expression was very serene, as if he was very happy, and as if he had unloaded the burden for many years, and finally felt relieved at this moment.
Ji Heng knelt on the ground, facing Old General Ji, kowtow deeply, he did not get up again, but fell on the ground, not getting up for a long time. I don't know if I was crying, or I couldn't make a sound because of grief.
Xiang Yu sang: "Oh! General! All eight thousand children are gone, and Wujiang has to cross the river alone. How can you see Jiangdong father and so on? It is better to die!"
He squatted and died on the Wujiang River, and there has been no such hero ever since. The victorious sang: "Receive!" The spectators were not pleased with the victory, no one applauded, sitting silently.
The play broke up.
On the table in the first row, gold ingots were neatly lined on the silver plate, which happened to be full. The middle layer of the green bowl was piled with white pearls, which happened to be just one bowl. This is the reward for this play.
There are still two lives.
The sky was full of fire, and the burning red building was like a robbery cloud above the nine heavens. The actors dispersed. The opening of the play was full of colors, but few people heard the end.
The general in the stage stayed by the Wujiang River, while the general outside the stage fell into the red building, surrounded by green beads, and no one remembered the pride of the year.
The general dies on the battlefield, standing upright on the ground, it is a good show; before a beauty lays his own account, it is a good show with affection and righteousness; it is a good show for the winner to fire his sword and retreat and return to the court with victory.
But there is only one person watching the theater for the rest of his life.