Yes, he was never drunk, he was sober all the time, soberly saw his sinking.
Time flies by, and the years are like ruthless hands, easily drowning their memories and vows.
He raised his head, and in front of him were the tombs of his parents and relatives, the tall mourning hall, the majestic mausoleum, covering an area of thousands of hectares, but only a few clothes and relics of their lives were buried inside. Their heads are still on hold in the Hall of Criminals in the Great Xia Temple, and their bodies have long been fed by wild wolves in the flames of war in troubled times.
He picked up the wine cup, and the spicy spirit slid down his throat like hot coals. A muffled wind blows into the spacious hall, and the curtains sway gently, like the water sleeves of a woman dancing lightly on the stage, lingering and lingering. Yan Xun's vision is still clear, his face is handsome, slightly sad, his cheeks are thin, his eyes seem to have heavy mist. Looking carefully, there seemed to be a few strands of silver hidden between the temples. Under the faint candlelight, the silver light shone with a bit of vicissitudes.
In just two years, he was already so tired. His whole life seemed to be walking on a wrong road, and there were endless forks in every step. Gradually, the people around them went on their own way. Although they started together at the same time, they had their own directions.
"Father." These two words suddenly appeared in the still water-like heart, like a stone, gently breaking the calm lake surface, "Father, you lied to me."
Yan Xun raised his head and looked at the portrait on the altar. His father's face was lifelike. He looked at the relative he admired most in childhood and said quietly: "You said that Yanbei is a paradise on earth, the most free place in the world. In a rich place, you said that everything you did was to create a thousand years of unworldly achievements for future generations, but you were wrong, you were wrong. You destroyed Yanbei, you destroyed yourself, and you also destroyed Yanbei. The entire lineage of the Yan family was destroyed. During those eight years in Zhenhuang, I survived only by being immersed in my trust and illusions in you, but when I escaped death and returned to Yanbei, you didn’t know how disappointed I was .”
Yan Xun was expressionless, and the hall was deep and silent. He looked at his father's portrait quietly, and said in a deep voice: "There are cliffs on all sides, and cold blood and frost everywhere, but you, father, are in a corner, building your own imagination in the cracks. Do you know how naive this idea is? So the emperor won’t let you, the world won’t let you, even your subordinates betrayed you, just because you don’t have such powerful power, you can’t do what even the emperor can’t do matter.
"Father, I killed Mr. Wu and Miss Yu just because they were still upholding your will and became a stumbling block on my way forward. I gave them a chance, but unfortunately they didn't want to cherish it; I killed Jiji just because Datong wants to support her as the master, as long as she is still there, Datong will not give up; I killed those old generals of yours, just because they are short-sighted, but still occupy high positions of power. I killed many people, I left My dream is closer."
Yan Xun raised his head and drank a glass of strong wine, poured another glass, poured it on the ground with his body flat, and said slowly, "Father, I will never be like you."
Yan Xun stood tall, turned and left, the hem of his clothes swept the fine dust on the hall. He walked vigorously, calmly, and every step was so firm. The candlelight shone on him, casting so long shadows on the ground. Behind him, there are the loyal spirits of Yanbei's past dynasties, including his parents and elder brothers, ancestors, and loyal officials and generals who have made contributions to Yanbei, Mr. Wu, Miss Yu, Xiaohe, Juji, Biancang , Xirui, Adu, and even the Xiuli army generals who died to protect Beishuo, Wu Danyu, Feng Ting...
So many pairs of eyes watched quietly in the depths of the candlelight as he walked out of the hall step by step, leaving the resting place of the dead step by step.
His steps are so steady, without any hesitation or regret.
The cold wind was blowing in front of him, Yan Xun's eyes were as black as ink, he remembered the night he left Zhenhuang, Ah Chu went back without hesitation to rescue all the officers and soldiers of the Southwest Township Envoy who was besieged in the imperial capital, maybe from that moment From the beginning, he had foreseen the ending of today. They each have different ideals and beliefs, which cannot be reconciled, so they will inevitably drift away and take different paths.
To achieve any dream, there is a price to pay.
And the price he paid was that he was no longer the person in her memory.
Feelings of powerlessness crept up, but he calmly suppressed everything.
Ah Chu, the moment you turned around and left, I knew that you were destined not to follow me in this life, you were destined to walk in the light, and I would never be able to escape from this mountain of corpses and sea of blood for the rest of my life. I can't fly high with you, so I want to break your wings and keep you by my side. Now, I finally failed.
"Achu..." The deep voice sounded slowly in the empty hall, like a trace of white air in the cold north wind. The man stood at the entrance of the main hall, his face was strangely pale under the cold moonlight. He slowly closed his eyes, with such a calm expression, but the brows were slightly frowned, and there was a fog-like silence.
"Ah Chu... are you coming back..."
The cold moon is like frost, half covered by the clouds lightly, turning back to the sky, it is difficult for birds to cross. He stood on the top of the mountain, his misty eyes swept across the entire land of Yanbei. He thought quietly: Maybe, she won't come back.
"Your Majesty!" Ah Jing pushed away the guards' obstruction, staggered and knelt on the ground, and said excitedly, "Your Majesty, save the girl, the door is sealed by the dragon's heavy snow, Daxia has been under siege for many days, and the girl is about to die Can't stop."
Yan Xun didn't speak, looking at the majestic mountains in front of him, seemed to be in deep thought.
"Your Majesty, the girl has been with you for many years, she has gone through life and death, and she is persevering. All of us can see her achievements. Your Majesty, do you really have the heart to kill her? Have you forgotten what you said?" Ah Jing's eyes were red, he kowtowed and said repeatedly, "Your Majesty, please, please be merciful, please..."
"Ah Jing," Yan Xun said suddenly, as if he had just discovered his existence at this time, and asked with a puzzled frown, "How should I save her?"
Ah Jing was overjoyed when he heard the words, and quickly said: "Open the gate of Longyin City, and send troops out of the city to help..."
Before Ah Jing finished speaking, Yan Xun asked back: "Do you think, even if the Dragon Yin Pass is opened, will she come back?"
Ah Jing was taken aback for a moment, meditated for a while, and then murmured: "Then...then cancel the defense line of the southern Xinjiang waterway leading to Bian Tang, open the Tang water pass, and let the girl go south."
"Going south?" Yan Xun's voice was so calm that he couldn't hear the slightest wave, and he asked softly, "Then she will never come back again?"
Ah Jing was dumbfounded and could no longer speak.
Yan Xun raised the corners of his mouth, smiled slightly, and said softly, "Does that mean that I will lose her forever?"
It was so cold at night, Ah Jing felt that his whole body was shivering. After thinking for a long time, he suddenly jumped up from the spot, turned around and ran, shouting loudly while running: "I'll persuade the girl to come back!"
Yan Xun didn't stop him, didn't even look at him, and still stood there quietly. The moon was covered by dark clouds, and it was going to snow again. Could it be that Ah Chu couldn't hold on anymore? Silly girl, why don't you come back? He frowned and thought, like a simple young man, deceiving himself and others and throwing away all political factors, as if they had quarreled and lost their tempers when they were young, thinking angrily, why didn't they come back? It's that cold outside.
If life was just like seeing you first, Ah Chu, would you still choose to be entangled with me? Have you ever imagined your situation today? How deep is your hatred for me
"Your Majesty," a deep voice sounded from behind, Cheng Yuan knelt there, and his attitude was still humble, "Please open the waterway pass and let Lord Chu go south."
Yan Xun was slightly taken aback, turned his head, looked at Cheng Yuan and said, "What? Are you here to intercede for her too?"
"This subordinate is not pleading for Lord Chu." Cheng Yuan said calmly, "This subordinate is pleading for His Majesty."
He knocked his head deeply on the ground, and said in a low tone, "Your Majesty, let yourself die."
Yan Xun's heart seemed to be stabbed suddenly, and it was painful.
"If Master Chu dies at the hands of His Majesty, His Majesty will never be happy in his life. You also said that no matter what dreams you have, you must live first. That's too late."
Yan Xun was silent for a long time, the wind blew his clothes, he stood on the top of a high mountain, like an eagle spreading its wings.
"Cheng Yuan, why do you say these things, don't you have a feud with Ah Chu?"
"This subordinate has no quarrel with Master Chu. Before this subordinate offended Master Chu, it was just an unintentional mistake. Later, when he wanted to put her to death, he also wanted to protect himself. Now Master Chu can no longer threaten this subordinate, and this subordinate does not want to Watching her die. The most important thing is," Cheng Yuan raised his head, looked at Yan Xun with piercing eyes, and said in a deep voice, "I don't want His Majesty's heart to be tied down. In this world, only His Majesty can I have achieved my wish, and only His Majesty can truly follow and submit to me. My loyalty to Your Majesty will never change. Even if Your Majesty is heinous and abandoned by heaven and earth, I am willing to follow His Majesty until the blood turns to ashes. Your Majesty will kill all of you. People in the world, I will be the first to raise the sword; Your Majesty wants to fill up the East China Sea with corpses, I will be the first to cut off my head. I have been wandering for half my life, and I am despised by the world, because I can’t find the real worthy of me. To believe in something. Now, I have found it, Your Majesty's hope is my faith. Therefore, I don't want Your Majesty to live in regret all his life. Your Majesty, let her go."
Yan Xun's thoughts suddenly became so vast, and in an instant, he remembered all the past of the past ten years, but in the end they all converged into one picture: the young child climbed up from the pool of blood, looking at him with eyes full of hatred . His heart ached slightly at that moment, and then his fingers moved slightly, brushing past the child's neck. The strong wind blew the messy hair on the child's forehead. For this, he will always remember those unyielding eyes.
after all…
He slowly closed his eyes, pulling himself away from that memory, all the love was cut off by him, and it hurt bloody.
"Order General Qiu to open the waterway in southern Xinjiang and let them go..."
"His Majesty!"
A scream came suddenly, and the messenger staggered up the mountain along the stone steps, shouting loudly as he ran: "Frontier rush! Frontier rush!"
Yan Xun and Cheng Yuan turned their heads at the same time, and saw that the summoner was full of panic, knelt on the ground with a bang, opened the letter and reported loudly: "Qi Shaoqian, deputy general of Tangshuiguan in Southern Xinjiang, reported: September 16th, Tangshui in Southern Xinjiang The pass was attacked by an unknown enemy, and the enemy's origin was unknown. They suddenly appeared in the territory of Yanbei, blocked the exchange of news, and captured 13 counties in a row. The commander of Tangshuiguan, General Qiu, was killed. All officials were killed in battle except Weichen, and the casualties amounted to more than 30,000. Yesterday afternoon, Tangshuiguan was breached, and we started a street battle with the enemy. This is the last messenger and the last horse of my subordinates. I hope we can break through Go out and report the news to His Majesty. The minister will stick to his post, and even if he dies in a fierce battle, it will not damage the prestige of our Yanbei Army. The fifty thousand soldiers at Tangshuiguan have fulfilled His Majesty's entrustment, so here we bow our heads and weep."