A friendly low call came, making King Chu move slightly. His heavy eyelids opened a crack with great effort, and he sighed softly, "I didn't expect... I could hear you calling me before I died." Call me brother! It’s so nice…”
Before he could finish speaking, Jin Rui took him over indifferently, "I will secure this throne that I have worked so hard to gain. As for you, your worries are over, and you can go in peace!"
"You..." This sentence completely choked the King of Chu's last breath, and finally he was unwilling to rest in peace.
The red blood in front of him has meandered into a river, spreading over the black crystal stone ground, forming a single color, dark and meandering...
Jin Rui stretched out his hand tremblingly and slowly closed his eyes, as if he had gone through a lifetime.
At the same time, all that flashed through my mind were the scenes of the two brothers playing together when they were young, laughing and fighting, but they were also endlessly happy... However, time is like water, and it will never come back. In the end, they can only change. As vague memories, forever dusted.
Brother, do you know that you don’t want my life, but I have to kill you? It’s hatred that blinds you, and it’s a woman who makes you and I stand on irreversible opposites! You always say that I aroused the hatred you have accumulated for many years, and that I forced you to have no other choice. Have you ever understood that I didn't force you to have no other choice? !
You may call me cold-blooded or ruthless, but as an emperor, you are destined to have too many helplessness...
I closed my eyes and lamented for a long time. I finally stood up and opened my eyes again. There was no emotion at all, and it turned into indifference.
This way, outside the palace.
After the group was sent out of Yuming Palace by the monarch, they retreated to the palace street three feet away from the palace.
At this moment, the palace streets were littered with corpses, stained with blood, and a rust-like smell hit their noses and lungs.
A few rays of sunlight gradually emerged from the dark sky, slowly shining onto the ground, making the scarlet red color of the ground extremely dazzling.
Xia Xuefenglei was busy dispatching guards to clean up the scene to avoid surprise.
Brother Shu Wuluan stayed by the concubine's side, looking at her lonely and worried expression, and comforted her in a slow voice: "Your Majesty, your majesty will be fine."
The concubine slowly came back to her senses and smiled faintly, her smile seemed so pale and far-fetched, "I know."
Seeing in Ge Shu Wuluan's eyes, his heart twitched. Just as he was about to say something, he saw the concubine turning her eyes to the two men on one side.
Looking along the line of sight, she saw Yan Qisha stroking the shoulders of Crown Prince Hongli, seeming to be whispering something. Because the voice was so low, she couldn't hear it clearly, but from his slightly condensed expression From the look of his eyebrows, he was probably trying to calm Crown Prince Hongli's mood.
However, his comfort could not heal the bleeding wounds in Prince Hongli's heart, because his face looked so pale and almost transparent, with deep sorrow.
Brother Shu Wuluan looked at the two of them for a moment, and suddenly saw the concubine walking towards them, so he put away his thoughts and followed them in a hurry.
The concubine stopped in front of the two of them, glanced at Crown Prince Hongli's face, and called out in a low voice: "Hong'er, your father..."
"My queen, there is no need to comfort Hongli. Father, he is... he deserves it!" Crown Prince Hongli lowered his eyes sadly and answered hurriedly. His voice was unusually low and hoarse, and the words 'he deserved it' were recited by him with great pain.
Anyone who hears it will be impressed by how sad and sad he feels.
The concubine moved her lips, as if she didn't know how to comfort him, but in the end she was speechless.
Brother Shu Wuluan glanced at Yan Qisha quietly, but saw that his eyes were cast on an unknown place. Although his expression was calm, there was a faint sense of sadness that was difficult to detect, which made her Inexplicably surprised.
Is he grieving for Crown Prince Hongli
While she was secretly guessing, she heard the sound of a palace door opening in the distance. She raised her eyes and saw the monarch walking out of the palace door with an indifferent expression, stepping down the jade steps step by step.
The concubine had already come forward and held the monarch's arm.
Walking slowly up to the three of them, they heard the monarch speak faintly, without a trace of emotion in his voice, "I have been told by my family that the King of Chu will be buried with the rites of a prince. His body will be buried in the fiefdom, and his tablet will not be allowed into the ancestral temple! Prince Hongli has made a great contribution to the rescue." , inherited the throne, was given the title of King Xiangling, and was granted the title of Zhangzhou."
As soon as these words came out, Yan Qisha on the side slowly closed his blue eyes, as if he was deliberately suppressing some unknown emotions.
Prince Hongli couldn't help but staggered twice, and finally he knelt limply on the ground. His pale handsome face was stained with pain, his eyes were covered with a layer of water, and he choked and said: "Thank you... Your kindness." !”
Ge Shu Wuluan looked at his sad look, knowing how he felt at this time. His father died, and he killed his relatives out of justice, and now another father died and his son inherited the throne. King Xiangling? ! Xiang is the one who helps Xiang. The king is praising his virtue, but it also hurts him deeply!
Sighing silently, a sense of desolation invaded my heart.
However, the arrangements for the King of Chu's posthumous affairs were also pardoned. He had done such a treasonous thing and was buried in the fiefdom with the courtesy of a prince. Although his body was not allowed to enter the ancestral temple, it still left a legacy for him after his death. Saved a little face...
Suddenly, a very important thing was recalled in her mind, so she spoke in a solemn voice, "Your Majesty, there is an active volcano buried in the hot spring palace in Xianju Mountain, and it may erupt at any time. If If we don’t close the mountain and deal with it in time, I’m afraid the entire Chanzhou City will become a city of bones!”
It's not just a city of bones, it should be a ruins of ashes!
Thinking of this, Ge Shu Wuluan's heart sank suddenly, and a solemn expression appeared on his face.
Hearing this, the monarch's face suddenly changed, he was frightened and frightened, and he called out in a deep voice: "Qing Yan, I will leave this matter to you. Send troops to Qingcheng immediately. Before sunset, all the people must be evacuated. Move them to a nearby state or county."
"Yes, Wei Chen accepts the order." Yan Qisha responded with his hands raised and left.
Brother Shu Wuluan secretly stared at the desolate figure who was getting further away. She always felt that he was different from before he left. She couldn't explain what was different and why.
Suddenly, the monarch's gloomy voice came to his ears, "Where is that boy Su'er? Why haven't you seen him yet! Since King Qin is here, why don't you come to greet him?!"
Sensing the displeasure in the monarch's tone, the concubine hurriedly responded: "I don't know either..."
Clinker, before he finished speaking, the monarch had already fluttered his sleeves and walked away, and the concubine had to follow in a hurry.
Brother Shu Wuluan stared silently for a moment, then staggered to his feet and walked slowly towards Prince Hongli of Yuming Palace. Without hesitation, he turned around and followed the two masters towards the entrance of the palace.
Downstairs of the majestic palace.
Hundreds of soldiers have been transferred to Qingcheng by Yan Qisha. Some of the rest of the army are guarding the captured rebels, and some are cleaning up the corpses inside and outside the city.
Although this battle was successfully won, there must have been casualties on both sides. Although most of the rebels were wiped out and less than half were suppressed, Liangzhou's 10,000-strong army also suffered less than half of its own losses.
Right now, there were corpses strewn outside the palace, rivers of blood, and devastation as far as the eye could see. Even the heavy smell of blood lingered in the air.
Suddenly, a shrill scream came from the corner outside the building door, "Ah..."
Immediately afterwards, there was a childlike voice, "How is it? How does it taste?" After saying that, he laughed softly, and the laughter sounded a bit gloomy and terrifying.
I saw two guards standing in the open space under the building door.
Lying on the ground in front of the two of them was a man who couldn't move at all. His hair was messy and his body was covered in blood. The big tendons of his hands and feet were severed. The tendons of his limbs were turned out. The flesh and blood were blurred and red. His chest was also cut open. There were long and thin wounds, and bright red blood was pouring out, staining the clothes.
And this man is Gao Jue, the leader of Zen State.
At this time, he was lying on the ground, his eyes wide open, his face as pale as paper, and the cold sweat on his forehead was as big as a bean, as if he was enduring great pain, "Why... why don't you kill me with one knife..."
A hoarse voice came out together with a little bit of grinding teeth.
Yin Su, who was squatting next to him, raised his face and showed an evil smile, "If I let you die so easily, wouldn't it be an advantage to you?"
But I saw that the delicate little hand was holding a small double-pronged hook. The blade of the hook was extremely sharp, and blood beads were dripping from the tip. A dazzling glow of blood flashed through the thin sun.
"You... ah..." Another scream came out.
It turned out that Yin Su slashed Gao Jue's chest with the hook. The blood flowed like a stream, and a deep wound suddenly appeared on his chest.
Yin Su swung the sharp hook with a disgusted expression, blood spattered everywhere, and he shook off the flesh under the hook, then threw the hook aside, his voice was unhurried, but his tone was filled with a chill, "You guys You bastard, you can’t mess with anyone, but you dare to bully my sister Luan..."
As he spoke, he hooked his fingers at the two guards standing quietly beside him, and the guards took two steps forward.
One person handed the honey jar that he found somewhere to Yin Su's hand, and the other person respectfully placed a sealed vial at his feet.
Yin Su sneered, pinching the brush in the jar and slowly stirring the honey.
When Gao Jue saw this, his heart suddenly trembled. He shook his bleeding lips and was about to argue, "Luan... not me! I didn't bully..."
Familiar, Yin Su didn't give him a chance to quibble, she pursed her red lips, blinked her big eyes innocently, her handsome little face was already distorted by paranoia, "Shh! I know, of course I know! But my Luan My sister was injured, and I couldn’t find out who the real culprit was, so I had no choice but to operate on you.”
After saying that, without waiting for Gao Jue's reaction, he slowly applied the stirred honey to his wounds.
The burning sting was no less painful than the pain of spreading salt. In an instant, Gao Jue grinned in pain and his face turned pale, "Uh, ah..."
At this time, Yin Su chuckled, which sounded a little harsh, "Haha..." Then, as if coaxing a child, he comforted: "Be good, don't be afraid, and don't scream. It won't hurt after a while."
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