"Jiuyou is a truly glorious place. If Shizi Yan doesn't explain why he is here, even if he is a prisoner and beheader, he can't step forward. I will ask you again, Shizi Yan is here to test criminals?"
The banners were flying in the sky, and there was no sound below. The boy's eyes were as cold as ice, and he stubbornly wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and said in a deep voice, "Get out!"
There was a bang, and there was another thunder and muffled sound, Yan Xun's body rolled off the stage again following the thunder!
"Yan Xun!" Chu Qiao finally couldn't restrain herself and shouted sharply, "You idiot, are you going to die? Come back!"
All the sounds in the world seemed to have gone away from him, his ears were roaring and he couldn't hear the slightest sound, his eyes were red and swollen, his face was covered with wounds scratched by dust and rocks, and his bloody hands seemed to have just emerged from a pool of blood. After soaking it out, it was as if the chest had been severely hammered by a gigantic boulder. It seemed that someone was calling him, but he could no longer hear it, his mind was full of Yan Bei's voice. He seemed to have heard his father's hearty laugh, heard his eldest brother's endless nagging, heard the third brother and second sister chasing each other with whips, heard his younger uncle Youyuan's Yanbei long tune, and his father's His subordinates, the hooves of the uncles who raised him above their heads for bullfighting since he was a child.
But they gradually walked away, and they gradually lost sight, the world was pitch black, and countless cold voices shouted in their minds. They urged in a low voice, over and over again, "Yan Xun, stand up, stand up, like a Yanbei man, stand up."
Everyone's eyes widened, looking at the bloody young man, at the former nobleman of the Celestial Dynasty, once again climbed up from the pool of blood, one step, two steps, three steps, the blood was stained on the black stone steps, reflecting The light against the snow was so dazzling.
The iron-blooded soldier gradually frowned. He looked at the young man who staggered up, wanted to say something, but didn't know how to express it, but at the last moment, he still kicked him off the stage.
In the crowd, suddenly there was a soft weeping sound slowly, the sound gradually expanded, and the depressive crying echoed in a large area among the poor people. These untouchables with low status and blood, looking at the noble Empire Square, finally couldn't bear the sadness in their hearts. It's just a child after all.
The nobles pursed their lips tightly, and their indifferent eyes were slightly moved.
The cold wind blew, and the young man's body was like a lump of mud, and he couldn't stand up anymore. The first marshal of the empire, Meng Tian, was superb in martial arts and as powerful as a mountain. He once single-handedly killed more than 200 wild cavalry on the Western Desert Plateau, and he died even faster after being punched by him. However, no one knew what kind of power was supporting him, allowing him to climb to the Jiuyou High Platform little by little with only his blood-stained fingers.
Kicking Yan Xun off for the last time, the general frowned, and finally said to the guards on both sides in a deep voice: "There is no need to test again, take him down and execute him!"
"General Mengtian!" Wei Jing frowned, stood up and said in a deep voice, "I'm afraid it's against the rules for you to do this. How can you be perfunctory when Sheng Jingong ordered him to do an autopsy?"
Meng Tian frowned, turned his head, looked at this outstanding young man from the Wei clan, pointed at Yan Xun, and said slowly: "Do you think he can still obey the imperial order?"
Who would have thought of making him obey the imperial order? Sheng Jingong's intention was just to find a reasonable reason to kill him. The Northwest Pass was defeated, and the empire and the Presbyterian Council blamed King Yanbei together. King Yanbei's family was massacred, leaving only this bloodline.
Yan Xun had been in the imperial capital for many years, and he was out of the way, unable to get involved. The land of Yanbei has been hereditary for generations, Yan Shicheng is gone, Yan Xun's succession is a matter of course, but how can the empire take this risk and let this wolf cub go west? Therefore, in setting up this situation, if Yan Xun does not obey the emperor's order, he will be contemptuous of the Shengjin Palace, and he will be disloyal as a minister; In any case, it is a dead end.
The empire's move was just to give an explanation to the people of the world and to the vassal kings everywhere, so as to stop Youyou's mouth. Who doesn't know the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty
But such a reason cannot be used as a reason to dissuade in broad daylight. Wei Jing was so angry that he gritted his teeth, looked at Yan Xun with hatred, and said in a cold voice, "Aren't you afraid that the Holy Majesty and the elders will blame you for doing this, General Meng?"
"Blame it or not, I will bear it all, and I don't need you to worry about it."
Meng Tian turned around, glanced at the child who was suppressed by the crowd below, sighed silently, then turned around, about to execute the sentence.
However, at this moment, an old voice suddenly sounded, and Huang Qizheng, as the adjutant supervisor, walked forward slowly, half-closed his eyes and said slowly: "General Meng, before coming here, Lord Mu He told you to If things change, I will show this to you, the general."
Meng Tian took the document and only glanced at it, his complexion changed drastically.
The general stood on the stage for a long time, finally turned his head, looked at Yan Xun seriously, and said slowly: "Sir Yan, please don't be stubborn, yes or no, you only need to nod your head. They are all yours." Father, brother, relatives, only you are the most qualified to identify."
Yan Xun's body was pressed to the ground, and he could no longer see that he was the heroic son of Yanbei in the past, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell, full of bloodthirsty hatred and murderous aura.
Meng Tian looked into the young man's stubborn eyes, finally sighed helplessly, and said in a deep voice: "Since Prince Yan refused to obey the order, don't blame me for handling it impartially, someone, come and drag him up!"
"Wait!"
The long wind was blowing back, the black clouds were churning, and a crisp voice suddenly sounded. Everyone turned their heads and looked around, only to hear the sound of horseshoes suddenly coming from the direction of the Zijin Gate. A woman in a white-clothed ferret with black hair rode her horse and said slowly, "I'm coming!" test!" "Mother?"
The boy in the pool of blood suddenly turned his head and looked at the woman who was sitting high on the horse. The woman's white dress is more than snow, her sleeves are like clouds, and her black hair is scattered behind her back, like the excellent texture of Huai Song ink satin. Crow's feet also appear gentle and serene.
The woman got off her horse and walked straight to Yan Xun's side. The guards on both sides seemed to be stunned, but no one came forward to stop her.
The woman picked up Yan Xun's head, gently wiped the boy's blood-stained face with her white sleeves, and smiled warmly like a cloud, "Xun'er."
Yan Xun's tears fell instantly, and this young man who had never frowned before facing thousands of troops burst into tears. He held the woman's sleeve tightly and asked loudly: "Mother, why? What happened? ?”
"Xun'er," the woman gently wiped the blood clot from the corner of his eye, and asked softly, "Do you trust your father?"
Yan Xun choked up and nodded, "I believe."
"Then don't ask why," the woman said softly, holding the child, her eyes quietly passing over the nobles on the viewing platform one by one, "Not everything in this world can be explained clearly, just like There is no reason for the tiger to eat the wolf, the wolf to eat the rabbit, or the rabbit to eat grass."
"Mother!" Yan Xun turned his head suddenly, looked coldly at those luxuriously dressed nobles, and said in a cold voice, "Is it them? Are they the ones who harmed Yanbei?"
The boy's eyes were as sharp as ice and snow, piercing through the flying snow mist in an instant. At that moment, all the dignitaries of the empire shivered almost at the same time. They looked at the woman with a beautiful and ethereal face, and saw her smile lightly, wiping the tears from the corners of the child's eyes, "Xun'er, don't cry, the children of the Yan family bleed but not cry."
"General Meng, let me do the autopsy. Those above are my husband, son, daughter, and my relatives. I believe that in this world, there is no one more qualified than me to do this."
Meng Tian frowned tightly, and there was a black undercurrent roiling in his eyes. Looking at the woman's flowery plain face, the most iron-blooded soldier in the empire was suddenly speechless. Those ups and downs of the past were like a tide rushing through his mind.
He still remembered that in the early spring of that year, together with Shicheng and the man who couldn't even call his name directly, he met an extraordinary woman by the Qingshui Lake in Biantang. At that time, they were still so young. The girl was holding a boat, wearing a lake-green dress, rolled up her trousers, revealing a white jade-like calf, laughing and shouting at the three dumbfounded teenagers. Called: "Hey! You three big men, do you want to get on the boat?"
In a blink of an eye, thirty years, so many bloody storms, so many killing expeditions, so many cunning plots, the three of them joined hands and fought a bloody path from the thick black fog side by side. At that time, they may not have known that thirty years later they would face such a situation today. If they knew, would they still share weal and woe so much, would they still be so sympathetic, would they risk their lives and forget their lives to share misfortunes and blessings? Could it be that everything they did in the past was just for them to raise their swords and cut off each other's heads in the future
Meng Tian sighed slowly, and said in a low voice, "You shouldn't have come."
"He said that my freedom in the imperial capital will not be restricted. As long as I don't leave Zhenhuang City, no one will stop me. General Meng, this is an oracle. You can't violate it. It's like you led troops into Yanbei , whether you like it or not, you did it."
The woman lifted the corner of her skirt and walked up to the high platform step by step, her movements were so light, but the steps that landed on the ground seemed so heavy.
"Mother!" Yan Xun panicked, immediately stood up and was about to rush forward, but before he could take a step, he suddenly fell to the ground and groaned in pain.
Seeing her, Chu Qiao rushed out of the siege of the soldiers who were no longer blocking her, ran forward a few steps, supported Yan Xun's body, and asked nervously, "How are you doing?"
The heavy snow fell, the north wind howled, the goshawks screamed, the blood was scattered everywhere, the flags were torn and the brazier collapsed, and thousands of eyes were watching the back of the woman who walked up to Jiuyou Killing Ground step by step. The long wind rolled up her dress, and she was about to fly away, like a white bird hovering in the strong wind.