The corners of her mouth were slowly raised, she smiled lightly, then nodded heavily, and said softly: "Okay, let's go to Yanbei."
In the long night, in the cold and damp sky prison of the imperial capital, two little children were sitting in the cell separated by a wall, their hands pierced through the barrier, and they held each other tightly.
We go to Yanbei, we will definitely escape.
The long night and the storm passed away, and the sky became slightly brighter.
The sound of heavy footsteps woke up the sleeping child, and quickly retracted both hands, blocking the opened hole before opening his eyes. Stepping on the black velvet cotton boots in the dusty dungeon, step by step, the crisp sound of keys colliding continuously resounded.
With a crisp click, soldiers wearing light blue armor and khaki cloaks came in. A group of at least fifty people filled the small prison to the brim. The prison guards carefully followed behind them, nodding and bowing to show their caution. Chu Qiao sat in the corner, staring coldly at the imperial guards, her heart sank gradually.
Yan Xun sat on the ground with his back to the gate, his eyes were closed, he let go of the gentleness of his body, and wrapped himself layer by layer with sharp edges, like an old monk in meditation, ignoring outsiders at all .
The head of the guards glanced at the son of Yanbei, who was bleeding the golden blood of the Daxia royal family, but there was no compliment or respect on his cold face. He took out the imperial decree in his arms, and read it according to the scriptures: "There is an order in the Shengjin Palace. , and take Yan Bei Shizi Yan Xun to Jiuyou Terrace to wait."
Another guard stepped forward and sneered disdainfully, "Senior Yan, please."
The young man slowly opened his eyes, the sharpness in his eyes surged, and just a slight glance with the tip of his eyes sent a chill down the guard's spine involuntarily. He seemed to understand something, but still kept the arrogance on his face, stood up stubbornly, and walked out of the prison door first. A group of big internal guards took the shackles they had prepared, thought for a while, put them behind them, winked left and right, and all gathered around.
The snow-white fur swept across the ground, and the dirty dust flew up lightly and landed on the boy's white buckskin boots. On it, there is the dark thread embroidery of the five-clawed golden dragon specially used by the royal family. Under the sunlight in the morning, it looks even more dazzling. Even in such a desolate environment, it is so outstanding. It seems to remind everyone in this way , Once upon a time, the Yanbei branch was also a branch of the Daxia royal family.
The wind blows slowly from the long and dark corridor, bringing the fresh air outside, but also the biting cold outside.
A hand suddenly protruded from the fence of the cell. It was pale and slender, like fine porcelain, giving people the illusion that it could be easily broken with a little force. But it was this slender little hand that blocked everyone's way, grabbing Yan Xun's calf, tightly holding on to his trousers, stubbornly refusing to let go.
"What are you doing? Are you tired of working?" A forbidden soldier shouted angrily as he took a step forward.
Yan Xun turned his head and looked coldly at the face of the forbidden soldier, his eyes were cold and severe, and immediately forced back the words behind the forbidden soldier. The boy squatted down, held the child's thin fingers, frowned and looked at the thin child, and said in a low voice, "Ah Chu, don't mess around."
"You don't count what you say!" Chu Qiao's eyes were bright, she raised her head stubbornly, and paused every word, "You said you would not abandon me."
Yan Xun frowned. From the moment he saw the Forbidden Army, the young man who had been in the power center of the imperial capital for a long time was keenly aware that things could not simply develop in the direction he wanted, and some uncontrollable things must be in the It happened without his knowledge. Whether it will be a blessing or a disaster is unpredictable. How can he take her to bear the risk? The young man frowned and scolded in a low voice: "I won't abandon you, just wait here obediently for me to come back."
"I don't believe you." The child said stubbornly, but the strength in his hand did not relax at all, "Take me with you."
A guard was furious and shouted, "Bold slave!"
"Is that your name as slave?"
Yan Xun turned his head sharply, looked at the soldier sharply, and said in a cold voice, "When did the laws of the empire allow a pariah like you to yell in front of me?"
The man's face turned red immediately, and the guards on both sides grabbed him, fearing that the man would do something out of the ordinary when he was extremely angry. Yan Xun ignored him, but turned his head, looked at the child's little pale face, frowned and said, "Ah Chu, be obedient, I'm doing it for your own good."
"Take me with you for my own good," Chu Qiao raised her head, tightly grasping the boy's trouser legs, and repeated in a low voice with a stubbornness that would never give in, "Take me with you."
Time passed quickly, and a muffled wind blew away before the two of them. The young man silently stared into the child's eyes, in which there was a sharp and resolute light flickering gently, he knew that with her intelligence, she would not be ignorant of the danger of this trip. The boy's lips moved slightly, wanting to say something, but finally stopped under her stubborn eyes. After a long while, Yan Xun stood up and said in a deep voice to the guard behind him, "Open the door."
"Your Majesty Yan, you are the only one summoned in the imperial decree..."
Before the man finished speaking, Yan Xun turned around abruptly, strode towards his cell, and said coldly as he walked, "Take my body and go to Shengjin Palace to answer."
The imperial guards had no choice but to discuss for a while before opening the door of Chu Qiao's cell.
After all, he was just a little slave.
It was already bright outside the skylight, Yan Xun grabbed the child's hand in front of everyone, not letting any ropes wrap around her small body. The young man's eyes were sharp and decisive. He looked at the child who was a head shorter than himself, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you afraid?"
Chu Qiao raised her head, and suddenly grinned, "I'm not afraid."
Yan Xun smiled slightly, took Chu Qiao's hand and walked out first.
Outside the gate of the prison, soldiers stood in full armor, with sharp swords, and the cold armor reflected the white snow all over the place, making people's eyes sore more and more. The sergeants stood in line, with solemn faces, as if they were facing an enemy. The common people stood far away on the periphery, standing on tiptoes and watching secretly, their eyes were full of curiosity and fear that could not be concealed.
What kind of person is it that can dispatch the Golden Guard of the Shengjin Palace to personally guard it
The wind blew up, and the wings of the white eagle slid across the sky above Zhenhuang City. The sky with thick clouds suddenly let out a sharp cry. The people all looked up and watched. At that moment, they seemed to have heard the first sound of the collapse of the Empire State Building. Crisp. The imperial prison is divided into east and west, each with two main roads, the east one leads to the main street Jiuwei, which is the place where prisoners must pass through when they are released and distributed, and the west one leads to Jiuyou Terrace, mostly for execution The place of the death penalty.
There is no prison car, no so-called court trial, torture, and identity verification, only a dark war horse is prepared in front of the gate of the prison, tall and strong, seeing Yan Xun happily snorting, it is Yan Xun's mounts. The young man smiled lightly from the corner of his mouth, patted the horse's head, helped Chu Qiao onto the horse's back, turned himself up, and went straight up Zhuwu Street, following the group. All the people along the way were scrambling to avoid each other, watching with their heads probed, and then followed behind, heading towards Jiuyou Terrace.
Thick clouds piled up in the sky, and the black clouds rolled over, as if they were about to press down on people's heads. The strong wind rolled up on the ground, and hit the two children head-on from the long and empty road. Yan Xun opened Da Qiu's front, wrapped Chu Qiao's small body in it, only revealing a small head.
Chu Qiao turned her head and looked at the young man's handsome brows, her eyes were clear and beautiful like water. Yan Xun lowered his head, smiled lightly at her, and tightly clenched the two little hands under the big fur.
They don't know what kind of fate is waiting for them. The wind in this world is too strong, they can only stumble forward, raise their faces stubbornly, and wait for the moment when the storm comes.
There was a loud bang, and all the people walking on the street stopped unconsciously, looking up at the Yalangcang Mountain towering on the east plain of Hongchuan. There, the Chengguang Ancestral Temple of the Shengjin Palace rang heavily, and the huge Canglang Bell was struck again and again by the golden pillars, and the sound echoed fiercely on the land of Hongchuan, thirty-six times, for a whole day Thirty-six.
Yan Xun's complexion suddenly turned pale. Chu Qiao obviously felt the hands holding her tremble violently, she raised her eyebrows, and looked at Yan Xun puzzled, but the boy didn't say a word.
The emperor's destiny, the ninety-five lords, forty-five bells will ring when the emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty dies, and the thirty-six bells are the etiquette when the royal family dies, and the total number is forty-nine.
The blood of the Great Xia royal family flowed in his body. Many years ago, the prince of Yanmen, who had worshiped the same ancestor as the Zhao royal family, sneered coldly.
All the way to Jiuyou Terrace, there are many flags and banners. Looking north, you can see the majestic and solemn Zijin Gate, red walls and golden tiles. On the flat ground, the pitch-black ground reflected the pure white snow light, making it look more solemn.
Yan Xun dismounted from his horse and was about to walk up the stage when a middle-aged man with a square face in inner court uniform suddenly stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty Yan, please go this way."
"General Mengtian?" Yan Xun raised his eyebrows slightly, looked in the direction the middle-aged man pointed, and said, "Isn't that where I'm sitting?"
"Sheng Jin Palace has an order, and Yan Shizi is sitting there."
Yan Xun looked at the supervisor next to the high platform, if the person he killed today was not himself, which prince would it be
"So, respect is worse than obedience."
The young man turned around coldly, walked up to the beheading stage under everyone's amazed eyes, and sat down on the main seat of the beheading officer. Next to them are the inner court officials of the elders' house.
The boy's sword-like eyebrows are flying, his face is like a crown of jade, and his face is as awe-inspiring as ice and snow. There is no trace of tension or embarrassment.
Time passed by slowly, but no prisoner was escorted from Zhuwu Street. At this time, there was a bang, and the side door of the Zijin Gate opened wide, and the people in power of the Elder's House, the soldiers and horse generals in the outer court, and the warriors and civil officials in the inner hall came out one after another. Even Zhuge Huai, Wei Jing and others were in the crowd. Afterwards, along with the owners of each house, they came to watch Zhan's position and sat down.
Wei Jing's complexion was slightly pale, his wrists were tucked into his wide sleeves, no damage could be seen, his eyes were like knives slashing across Chu Qiao's body behind Yan Xun. When Yan Xun saw it, he turned his head to look, and the eyes of the teenagers clashed in the air like lightning, and they smiled coldly, and then, as if nothing had happened, they each straightened up with calm expressions.