"Death is death, how can you beg for mercy from the enemy, waste!" The girl stood there, her cheeks were pale, but her eyes were as bright as stars. She looked up coldly, naked, but did not hide her shyness at all, and said in a low voice with cold eyes: "We are believers in Datong, you villain, if you betray Datong, you will die without a place to die!"
After saying that, he bumped his head on the stone steps under the king's chariot, his body froze, blood flowed profusely, and he didn't move for a moment.
The incident happened so suddenly that no one could react, and when the woman committed suicide, the rest of the soldiers rushed forward one after another. A soldier reached out and reported back, "Your Majesty, this man is still angry."
Yan Xun let out a "hmm", but did not say how to punish. For some reason, the look in the girl's eyes just now made him feel very familiar, and many vague memories flooded back. He frowned and looked coldly at the dripping pool of blood in the arena, suddenly lost interest, and with a wave of his hand, the guards behind him all stepped forward. For a moment, the audience screamed like thunder, and after a while, there was no one alive.
"The hunt has started, these people, drag them down and feed them to the dogs."
Yan Xun ordered lightly. The guard was slightly taken aback, and asked hesitantly, "Then what about the living one?"
living? Yan Xun's eyes flickered slightly, and the picture flashed across his mind lightly again, the child's stubborn eyes passed through his memory, as if he was still staring straight at him from somewhere, which made him feel a little bit cold .
"Your Majesty?" Cheng Yuan called out in a low voice.
Yan Xun raised his head, and saw that everyone in the audience was staring at him closely, he couldn't help but frowned slightly, and said in a cold voice: "Let's drag it down together." After finishing speaking, he stood up dispiritedly and was about to leave. go.
"Stop!" Lord Zhuang suddenly yelled, ran over a few steps and knelt down beside the girl who bumped her head, crying in a broken voice, "Son! It's Daddy who hurt you!"
Yan Xun turned his back to him, a cold smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth. The guards rushed forward in unison to take Master Zhuang down, and the rest dragged the girl and walked towards the wild dog room, leaving a long bloodstain on the white snow.
"Yan Xun! You wolf cub! Even if I'm a ghost, I won't let you go! You will die!"
Heart-piercing curses sounded from behind, and when the guard saw it, he kicked up and smashed Mr. Zhuang's silver teeth.
Yan Xun continued to walk forward calmly, behind him were countless civil and military officials who were still kneeling on the ground tremblingly. He slightly opened the corners of his mouth in disdain, and raised a cold smile that couldn't be colder.
Life is not a good life, so what do you care about a good death
The strong wind blew his sable fur, like two heavy wings, fluttering up with a whirring sound, startling the eagles flying in the sky.
The northern land is empty and vast, and the Spring Festival is approaching. This winter seems to be extraordinarily long.
As the weather turned cooler, the cold wind blew in, bringing the clang of armor from the north, blowing along the Jinzi Gate into the depths of Shuofang Palace.
The empty Shuiyao Hall was dead silent, the pillars were like ink, the hanging curtains fluttered, and the lights flickered. The wind blew out a large area, but no one dared to come forward to light it.
A man in a brocade robe sat in the shadow of the lamplight, resting his forehead with one hand, as if he had fallen asleep. The man's face was quiet, his outline was clear, and he looked very young, but under the lamplight, a few strands of hair at the temples were slightly gray, occasionally looking back against the light, it shone with a silvery luster.
The huge dining table is as big as an ordinary family's bedroom, and it is full of delicacies: eight-treasure wild duck, anchovy shark's fin, red plum and pearl fragrance, Kung Pao hare, milk corner, Xianglong Shuangfei, stir-fried frog, coriander Pigeon, bergamot golden roll, canary bird, fried guinea fowl, fish fillet with milk sauce, dried sea cucumber, raw roasted roe meat, lotus pod tofu, straw mushroom and broccoli.
The dishes on the table have not been touched, even the hot soup that has been poured with oil has become cold, the butter has solidified together, the aroma has dissipated, and only the cold color remains.
The two Donghu dancers were dressed in honey-colored light silk, with silver bells on their necks, wrists, and ankles. Their blue eyes and snow-skinned skin were surprisingly beautiful, but at this moment they were kneeling on the ground trembling. It's been a long time, and I dare not even lift my head.
Today is the Spring Banquet, which is commonly known as the New Year. Unlike the hustle and bustle of the Daxia Palace, the Shuofang Palace is immersed in a dead silence. The dishes cooked by the cooks with great painstaking efforts are not tasted, only the night wind occasionally takes away a little aroma, and disperses lightly in the cold night.
When Ah Jing came in, his footsteps were slightly heavier, which woke up the man sitting alone above.
Yan Xun raised his brows slightly, and slowly opened his eyes. The lights in the hall were flickering, and the man's face looked a little gray in the shadows.
"Your Majesty," Ah Jing knelt on the ground and said in a deep voice, "Master Feng has sent a letter."
Yan Xun seemed to have drunk wine, the wine glass was poured and spilled on the skirt of his clothes, a dripping smell of alcohol spread out immediately.
He took the letter and looked at it quietly, his brows were slightly furrowed as always, his eyes were calm.
Opposite Yan Xun, there was a chair and a set of clean and tidy tableware. Ah Jing knew who he was waiting for, and he also knew that that person might never come back.
A speck of powder dripped from the sand in the drain. Yan Xun raised his head slowly, but he read the short dozens of words very slowly, as if he wanted to engrave each word deeply in his heart.
After a long time, he put the letter on the table, pressed it with the jug, raised the silver chopsticks, and started to eat slowly.
"Your Majesty," Ah Jing said with a frown, "the food is already cold, please ask someone to change the table for you."
Yan Xun didn't speak, but waved his hand silently, motioning for him to go down.
Ah Jing continued anxiously: "Your Majesty is not in good health recently. The doctor said that cold food is not suitable."
Yan Xun didn't raise his head, he ate slowly, taking each dish seriously. The dancer who was kneeling on the ground stood up, staggered and almost fell, but she hurriedly rotated the dishes that were far away for him. Candle tears fell drop by drop, like meandering blood, and the wind chimes outside made a crisp sound, tinkling, very pleasant.
He just sat there and ate quietly, and what was rare was that he ate all the dishes handed over by the dancers. The candlelight shone on him, casting a long shadow on the polished obsidian floor.
Ah Jing suddenly felt a little sad, and recalled in a trance two years ago, in that other courtyard in Yunbi City, the first meal Chu Qiao ate after waking up was equally calm and cold, and equally tasteless, and she stopped to raise her glass. There is nothing more sorrowful than heartbreak in the chopsticks.
Ah Jing's eye sockets were astringent and sore. He didn't understand why, after having survived so many difficult days, so much suffering and hardship, he had to shrink back when the goal was achieved? Why did it come to this situation today
But he didn't dare to ask, and could only stand quietly like a fool.
"Ahem——" The man on the main seat suddenly started to cough. It was very soft at first, but gradually the voice became louder and louder, echoing in the empty hall, with such a deep sense of exhaustion.
The dancer was terrified, and hurriedly took out the handkerchief and passed it over, while the other dancer poured the wine with trembling hands.
Yan Xun took the handkerchief, covered his mouth and coughed, his body bent down, like a hunched shrimp.
A dancer suddenly called out "ah". Yan Xun squinted his eyes and turned his head, his eyes were extremely cold. The dancer shrank her neck timidly, lowered her head deeply, and never dared to look up at him again.
"Your Majesty, are you suffering from a cold? This is called Chuanyu Doctor."
"No need." Yan Xun's voice was slightly tired, but it was still his usual appearance, calm and quiet, not even saying a single extra word.
"Pour wine." He ordered lightly.
Another dancer who was a little further away raised her head nervously, her voice was almost trembling, but she still mustered up her courage and said softly: "The emperor is suffering from the cold, so... it's better not to drink."
Yan Xun turned his head slightly, and looked at her playfully, with a bit of chill in his eyes.
The dancer who was kneeling on the ground winked at her in fear, for fear that her boldness would hurt herself.
The dancer trembled from his stare, but she still said boldly: "Your Majesty, drinking...drinking will hurt your health."
—"Drinking can hurt your health, and it's also a waste of time. Only useless people will use alcohol to relieve their worries."
A series of crisp voices suddenly echoed in his mind, Yan Xun was slightly taken aback, his thoughts drifted far, far away for a while, and he went back in time, and saw the pure white waves on the river. After thinking for a while, he nodded slowly and said, "Well, then go and make tea."
The dancer was only sixteen or seventeen years old this year, she nodded happily, her honey-colored slender waist was exposed, like a small fish with soft and smooth skin, she turned around and ran to the tea room.
The hall fell silent again, Yan Xun said to Ah Jing lightly: "You go down first."
Ah Jing hesitated slightly, and said softly: "Your Majesty really don't need to call the imperial doctor to come and take a look?"
"No need." Yan Xun shook his head quietly, his expression was very calm, as if nothing had happened.
Ah Jing's eyes lightly glanced at the letter on the table, and a few words jumped into his eyes. He was slightly startled, bent down quickly, and said softly, "Your Majesty, rest early."
There was no more sound, Ah Jing turned around and walked up the empty and quiet hall. The gauze curtains on both sides fluttered gently, and colorful auspicious birds were carved on the black pillars, and two people sat on the backs of the birds. One woman, with fluttering clothes and a big belly, is obviously pregnant, the other is holding a battle ax, with sharp eyes, she is actually Yanbei's twin gods.
"Your Majesty, let's have some tea, ah!" The girl's exclamation suddenly came from behind, faintly crying, "Damn the slave, I wet the letter, damn the slave."
"It's okay," said a low voice, "take it and throw it away."
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Lived in Zhuge Yue's other courtyard in Xianyang... Unable to monitor, suffered a great loss... Ah Jingmo thought about the few words he saw by chance, and the cold smell came from the distant Xianyang, drifting all the way in In Shuofang Palace in Yanbei.
The heavy palace door was opened by the servant, and he walked out slowly. The night was cold and quiet. The people in Yanbei had lost the mood to celebrate the festival this year. War, taxation, corvee, death, and blood almost filled the entire plateau. The departure of Mr. Wu and General Xiuli made this iron-blooded regime even colder. Death has paralyzed people's nerves, and they can only live cautiously, deeply suppressing those expectations and thoughts.
Ah Jing went all the way to the gate of Jiuzhong Palace before getting her own sword.
The ground in front of the door was a bit bloody, and several corpses fell randomly on the side of a corner of the palace door. Their bodies were covered with gun marks, and they were stabbed to pieces by random guns.
The palace guards were carrying the other two corpses into the cart, and they said to the guard driving the cart, "Hurry up and take them away, and the ministers will all come to pay their respects after dawn."
"What happened?" Ash asked.
"It's the remnants of Datong." A soldier from Datong said without hesitation, "It's already the second wave tonight. After the death of Mr. Zhuang, they became more rampant, and those with open swords and spears dared to go inside rush."
Ah Jing frowned slowly, presumably it was not rampant, but a kind of desperate suicide. All the senior leaders in Datong have been killed by His Majesty. No one has been able to truly wipe out the centuries-old old organization for so many years. Unexpectedly, it ended up in the place where it originated.
"Be careful."
"Don't worry, General."
A guard said with a smile: "We were trained by Master Chu himself. With our brothers around, even a mosquito would not even think about flying in."