The woman touched the first gold box with her fingers. The man's sword eyebrows were stained with blood and turned dark red, but he didn't look so hideous. His eyes were closed tightly, as if he was asleep, the bridge of his nose was straight, and his lips were tight. Sip, it seems that there is something to say but finally did not say it.
The woman looked at her husband, stroking her fingers vainly underneath, as if there was still a stalwart body there. She didn't cry, but tilted her head, smiled softly, and said softly: "This is my husband, the hereditary vassal of the land of Yanbei, the twenty-fourth generation descendant of Emperor Peiluo, and the soldier in the northwest of the empire." Grand Marshal, the fifth hundred and seventy-sixth tablet of Chengguang Ancestral Temple in Shengjin Palace, King Yanbei, Yan Shicheng."
The snowflakes fell on the woman's eyebrows, eyes and temples, but they did not melt. Her face was a little pale, but her voice was still so gentle. Her eyes were like water, staring at King Yan's head, as if he would open his eyes and smile at her at any time. Same. Her hand ran across his face, and there was a small scar on his ear, which seemed to have been there for many years, and it was almost invisible if you didn't look carefully.
"The scar here was stabbed with a sword at the Youwei Gate of the Shengjin Palace when King Canglan rebelled. The emperor was plotted against and ate the ghost grass, which made him weak. The two gates went in to rescue him, and Shicheng was the first to find the emperor who was still the prince. He carried the unconscious emperor on his back, and rushed out of the Shengjin Palace surrounded by 300 soldiers and horses alone, with more than 20 knives on his body and hands He was injured, and it took him half a year to get out of bed and walk. At that time, he was just seventeen years old."
"This is left over from the Battle of Baimaguan," the woman stroked an obvious red mark on her chin, and continued, "In the 756th year of the Baicang calendar, the empire worshiped the ancestors in Yaoshui. In the temple, all the nobles, elders and relatives of the emperor were present, but King Jinjiang launched an attack at this time, collaborating with the enemy and treason, opening the northwest pass, letting the dog soldiers enter, and an army of 300,000 dog soldiers surrounded Yaoshui. Shicheng learned Afterwards, he led the army to set off from Yanbei. He never took off his armor or left his saddle for seven days and seven nights. Abandoned each other. At that time, most of you were present."
The imperial ministers in the audience were suddenly agitated, and those dust-covered past events were lifted up and exposed in broad daylight. Their dizzy old eyes seemed to have seen that afternoon many years ago, the sunset was as pale as blood, and the lion flag of Yanbei roared in the wind, killing all the barbarians. At that time, they were still young, and they crowded up excitedly and patted the young man on the shoulder, laughing and drinking strong wine.
"Here, at noon on April 16th, on Huoleiyuan, General Meng, you cut it with your own hands. General, you are in the prime of life, planning and killing decisively, and you will not fail to recognize your own sword. Is this wound cut by you? Yes, don’t you know if this person is Yan Shicheng?”
Meng Tian was suddenly speechless, his face was as blue as iron, and he couldn't speak a word in a daze.
"I'm sure, this person is my husband, the King of Yanbei, Yan Shicheng. There is no falsehood." After finishing speaking, there was a bang, and the lid of the gold box was snapped on by the woman, and she turned around and walked to the next box. go.
"This is my son, the hereditary king of Yanbei, the twenty-fifth grandson of Emperor Peiluo, the envoy of the northwest of the empire, the fifth hundred and seventy-seventh tablet of Chengguang Zu Temple in Shengjin Palace, the eldest son of Yanbei King Yan Shicheng Ting. He is 21 years old this year. He joined the army at the age of 13. He started as a lowly soldier and was promoted 24 times in 8 years. The palace and the Presbyterian Church have jointly rewarded him seven times. At the age of eighteen, he served as an envoy to the town and led troops to guard the northern border of the empire. blood foam.
"This is my son, the hereditary king of Yanbei, the twenty-fifth grandson of Emperor Peiluo, the deputy envoy of the northwest of the empire, the fifth hundred and seventy-eighth tablet of Chengguang Zu Temple in the Shengjin Palace, and the first emperor of Yanshicheng, the king of Yanbei. The third son Yan Xiao. He is sixteen years old this year and joined the army at the age of thirteen. He followed his father to fight in the north and south, and conquered the barbarians in northern Xinjiang three times. He fought the enemy and never retreated half a step. They were all reserved for the people of Yanbei. On April 16th, he was hit by a trebuchet by the Western Expeditionary Army, his spine was shattered, his legs were cut off, and he died of blood."
"This... This is my daughter." The woman's voice suddenly became choked up. The head in the golden box was blue and white and swollen, as if soaked in water. The twenty-fifth grandson of the great emperor, the fifth hundred and seventy-ninth tablet of Chengguang Ancestral Temple in Shengjin Palace, Yan Hongxiao, the eldest daughter of Yan Shicheng, king of Yanbei. On April 16, she rode a horse to rescue her kidnapped mother. When the lake was flooded, it was intercepted by the troops of Mu He Xitian, the Fourth Field Army of the Western Expeditionary Army, gang-raped to death, and finally dumped in Honghu Lake."
The wind and snow all over the sky suddenly became louder, the woman's voice became more shrill, her complexion became paler, every word seemed to be crying blood, the wind howled, the heavy snow swirled, countless eagles and poisonous birds fluttered their wings, fighting together with the unfurled black dragon battle flag The dark and low sky.
"These are all soldiers from Yanbei. They colluded with the enemy and treasoned the country. They are traitors and traitors. General Meng, execute your sentence!"
The huge bronze cauldron was carried up to the Jiuyou high platform, and the flames were raging. Meng Tian frowned, and finally said in a deep voice: "Execution!"
Twenty golden boxes were thrown into the huge bronze cauldron immediately, Yan Xun's eyes were on fire, and a beast-like scream burst out from his throat, and he was about to stand up and rush forward.
The imperial guards all stepped forward and blocked Yan Xun, Chu Qiao hugged Yan Xun's body tightly, and finally couldn't bear it any longer, tears streaming down her face. The young man was hugged by her, with a shrill voice, knelt on the ground, stretched out his fist full of veins, and smashed desperately on the stone slab of Golden Wing Square, dripping with blood but still not aware of it, hissed and screamed, his voice fear.
The woman turned her head and looked at the burning bronze cauldron, shedding bitter tears. She stretched out her hand and gently touched the fiery cauldron with a sad expression on her face. Then she turned her head, glanced tenderly at her son in the audience, and then said slowly to Meng Tian, "Brother Meng, that is my last son." Tell that man, boy, don't forget what he said."
Meng Tian was shocked, the "Brother Meng" seemed to pull him back thirty years ago in an instant, no amount of stern words could move him in the slightest, but such a simple call made the man's hands tremble Shaking in a controlled manner. He wanted to come forward with every step, and whispered like a nightmare, "Bai Sheng..."
However, at this moment, the woman in white suddenly turned around, moving swiftly like a shooting star, and bumped her head on the huge bronze cauldron!
"Bai Sheng!"
"Mother!"
Countless exclamations sounded at the same time, and tens of thousands of people shouted at the same time in the Golden Wing Square, only to see that the woman's forehead was like a spring of blood, holding the giant cauldron in her hand, and fell limply.
"Quick! Quick! Call the imperial doctor!" Meng Tian hugged the woman's body, finally lost his tough expression, and shouted to the guards below in panic.
"Mother!" Yan Xun staggered up the Jiuyou Terrace, threw himself on the woman, pushed the general away fiercely, and shouted loudly.
The sky and the earth are angry, the vegetation is sad, the sky is full of thunder, the north wind is howling on the ground, and the snow is falling all over the sky. The woman slowly opened her eyes, looked at the child's face, and smiled gently, but it only caused more blood to spray out .
"Mother!" Yan Xun's eyes were filled with tears, blood was everywhere at his touch, he yelled in despair, "Why? Why did this happen? My father is gone, my elder brother is gone, all my relatives are gone, even Are you leaving Yan Xun too? Mother! Why?"
The woman's tears rolled down slowly, and she raised her hand with difficulty, holding her child's hand, "Xun'er...promise me, if you want to live, even if life is worse than death, you must live, don't forget, you still have A lot of things were left undone.”
"Mother!"
The woman's eyes suddenly became dizzy. She was lying on the pitch-black Molan stone, covered with bloody flowers in a white dress, like a plum blossom in full bloom, and her plain face was like bluegrass, so white that it was almost transparent. She smiled softly, her voice low. Hearing it, he said like a mosquito: "I always thought that my favorite was Qingshuiya Mountain in Biantang, where there is no winter, no snow, no seasons, no autumn and winter. But now, I know I was wrong, my favorite Everything is in Yanbei, now I'm going back to find them."
Suddenly, she seemed to see the clear sky above the layers of dark clouds, and the distant Yanbei Grassland. The man with bright eyes was riding a horse, running towards her from a distance. echoed in the air, and the mountains in the distance echoed in unison, shouting together with his voice: "A Sheng..."
"A Sheng, I want to give you all the best things in the world. Tell me, what do you like the most?" The man sat on the horse and laughed loudly.
Fool, I already have the best things in the world, our home, our children, and our Yanbei.
The wrist slid down weakly, and the stern north wind suddenly blew across the sky above Zhenhuang like a blade. The hawks and poisons flew against the wind, and the black feathers on their wings were blown away by the hurricane, whistling down with the snow all over the sky!
"Mother!" The boy hugged the woman's body, his eyes were like blood, and instantly fell into the boundless long night!
Chu Qiao stood by his side, clenched her fists tightly, her small face was so pale and bloodless. The cold wind blew fiercely, blowing away the messy hair in front of the child's eyes. She suddenly raised her head and looked sharply at the Shengjin Palace in the north. There, majestic and majestic, dignified and full of overwhelming majesty and oppression.
On that day, a sharp thorn suddenly pierced into the bottom of her heart, she clenched her fists tightly, pursed the corners of her mouth, and did not say a word for a long time. However, there is a seed that has grown deeply rooted in her mind. It has been sculpted over the years and watered by wind and rain. One day, it will grow into a towering ancient tree with lush branches and leaves!