As soon as Nie Jia finished speaking, the door of the palace was pushed open from the outside, and all the palace servants lined up in a row to serve him to change his clothes and freshen up. All of them lowered their heads cautiously, for fear that someone would be dragged out again today. killed.
"Remove all these things." Nie Jia pulled down a silver bell, and it immediately jingled all over the room.
The old eunuch who came over after taking out his robes was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and nodded with reddish eyes, and hurriedly asked the little eunuchs and maids to clean up these star-like bells.
These silver bells and the strangeness of the emptiness of the bedroom are all due to the fear of Jun Changsheng. Although the world knows that the tyrant on the throne is cruel and inhuman, they don't know that under his ferocious shell is a fragile and humble fear.
Jun Changsheng was not so cruel since he was a child, on the contrary, Jun Changsheng used to be talented, gentle and kind, with the integrity of a scholar and the pride of a superior. Since he was a child, he knew that he could eat delicacies from mountains and seas and drink fine nectar and jade liquid because countless soldiers died on the front line in battle to keep the country of Yan safe. He also understands the responsibility of being the prince. In order to calm down the world one day and let the common people live and work in peace and contentment, he has read military books since he was a child and practiced martial arts diligently.
But Yan State is only a small country. Before the emperor Changsheng could take command of the battle, Yan State was trampled by the enemy's iron cavalry, massacred all the way, and came straight to Zhuolu City.
The common people saw that the state of subjugation was powerless, and the city of Zhuolu fell into chaos, and most of the palace people fled. At that time, Jun Changsheng had just ascended the throne, and he knew that the country would be subjugated, so he made a death wish to die for the country, but he couldn't bear to have his younger brother buried in the palace with him, so he ordered the dark guards to escort Jun Changyue out of the city to hide in the world .
However, what Jun Changsheng waited for in the end was not the cavalry from the enemy country, but the mobs from the country of Yan!
The underdogs of the enemy country slaughtered every city they captured, and even cooked people as food to feed their hunger, and killed them to the city of Zhuolu. The people of Zhuolu City panicked when they knew that the enemy army had killed them. They didn't know who initiated it. They wanted to surrender the heads of King Gong and His Highness King Jing, and begged the enemy army not to slaughter the city and spare them their lives.
So before the enemy cavalry could actually kill Zhuolu City, the mobs in the city killed the palace instead, and dragged the sleeping Jun Changsheng from the palace all the way to the outside of the palace. Regardless of the panic of the little king, they asked him fiercely like ghosts The whereabouts of Jing Wangjun Changyue.
Naturally, Jun Changsheng couldn't say anything, so the mob broke his tendons on the spot. Still, he didn't say anything. In the cold snowy night, Jun Changsheng was beaten by the mob so that his legs were bloody and his muscles and bones were broken. He was tortured for a full two hours. In the end, no one could tell whether these mobs were immersed in the pleasure of killing the once aloof King, or really wanted to know the whereabouts of King Jing from him.
That year, Jun Changsheng was only thirteen years old, his legs were broken, and his martial arts skills were utterly useless. These mobs smashed away their ambition to pacify the world.
When Jun Changsheng was dying, Xuanjia killed the enemy's commander and generals and hung them in a conspicuous place to frighten the three armies. At this time, Sikong Han finally led his army to successfully protect Zhuolu City. Xuanjia returned to the palace, and what he saw was the scene of Jun Changsheng being humiliated.
Of course, Xuan Jia killed all these mobs. Jun Changsheng was lucky enough to save his life, but his legs were crippled. Since then, Jun Changsheng's temperament has changed drastically, he is bloodthirsty and ruthless, and whenever he doesn't like it, he never asks the reason and kills it.
Later, no matter what the Xuanjia twenty-one people did, five of them would always stay in the dark to protect the safety of the little monarch, but the experience of being dragged away in his sleep and abused had already filled Jun Changsheng with shadow and anxiety. There is nothing in the dormitory hall, only silver bells are placed, as long as someone comes in and takes a step towards him, he can wake him up immediately.
Nie Jia never commented on the past of the original owner, but was a little silent on Jun Changsheng's experience.
Until the vicissitudes of the old eunuch's voice brought him back to his senses, "My lord, it's snowing heavily outside today, and it's freezing cold. You can add another cloak." Then he put a black fox cloak on his back. As for the legs, I must also know the weather, the monarch's legs must be extremely painful.
Nie Jia was wearing a dark black cloak, and his whole body was trapped in the wind. He was still a little hot indoors, but when he went out, the cold wind blew the bone-piercing chill almost made him shiver, and the pain in his knee became more severe. Jun Changsheng's physique has deteriorated year after year since his legs were crippled, and he might not be able to do without thick fur in summer.
"Brother Wang..." Jun Zhangyue, who was kneeling on the ground, looked eagerly at the stepping up monarch, the blood on his forehead dried up and was smashed by him.
"Come here." Nie Jia put both hands in the white fox's handwriting, and looked at him indifferently with lowered eyes.
Jun Zhangyue hurriedly wanted to stand up, but his knees were already frozen due to kneeling for too long, and he staggered a step and almost fell, but the palace servants did not dare to help him, and all lowered their heads and looked at their noses, noses, and hearts. Jun Zhangyue managed to stand still with the help of his step, and looked at Nie Jia with tears in his eyes.
"I've spared him the punishment of Ling Chi, are you still not satisfied?" Nie Jia said coldly.
"The Sikong family is dead, no one can threaten you anymore, and he is considered a useless person now, brother Wang, please forgive him." Jun Zhangyue begged: "It is because he once saved the entire Yan Kingdom For the sake of you and me, is it not worth his life?"
"I am the one who is kind to you, not Sikong Han." Nie Jia snorted softly and stopped looking at him, and ordered people to go to the execution ground.
Jun Zhangyue was so full of heart and lungs that she was her lover, she didn't have the heart to think about anything else, so she hurriedly stumbled behind Bu Tuo.
Sikong Han will be executed at noon, and he is still an hour away from execution, but he has already been escorted to the execution ground.
It was the severe winter, and the goose feathers were snowing heavily. The guards and execution officers in the execution ground were all shivering from the cold. Only the figure kneeling on the guillotine remained motionless, with a proud expression on his face. Even though everyone knew that his hands and feet were crippled, But the straight figure like a javelin in the wind is still daunting, that is the supernatural wind of the war god of Yan Kingdom.
The color of Nie Jia's lips became paler due to the cold, and it was unbearably cold to huddle in layers of thick fur. His pale complexion made him look like a fragile piece of beautiful porcelain.
As Sikong Han waited quietly for his death, all the guards at the execution ground suddenly knelt down, and the execution officer hurriedly came down from behind the case, and knelt deeply into the snow.
Sikong Han turned his head to look, and saw the little king sitting on the stepper with no expression on his face and slowly approaching, his eyes were immediately stained with murderous intent, and white mist was exhaled from his lips. He stared at Nie Jia, like a wild beast that was so hungry that he saw a rabbit, and wished he could pounce on it and eat its flesh raw!
"Sikong Han, do you think it's wrong for you to be a traitor who tried to usurp the throne, and this king punished your entire clan according to the law?" Nie Jia gently stroked a snowflake that fell on his eyelashes, and his light golden pupils were innocent. Looking emotionally at the blood-stained old god of war.
"Tyrant!" Sikong Han yelled angrily, not bowing to his predicament at all, "You will be punished by the gods after all for your bloodthirsty nature! I, Sikong Han, have not been able to do justice for the heavens in this life. Hui sacrifices the innocent lives at your hands with blood!"
Nie Jia looked down at Jun Zhangyue sleepily, "Did you hear that? He wanted to kill me, but you wanted to plead for him to let me spare his life. Do you want to kill me too?"
Jun Zhangyue was desperate, and ran up to the guillotine with tears streaming down his face, knelt in front of Sikong Han, hugged him and wept bitterly.
"Changyue, the love between you and me, let's continue in the next life." Sikong Han's iron bones also softened at this time, he couldn't help but blushed from Jun Changyue's crying, his hands were useless and he couldn't hug him To be able to gently kiss the side of his ear, there is pain in my heart.
"You can't die. If you die, I won't live long!" Jun Zhangyue was so anxious that he almost cried and blinded his eyes. He held his last hope and said to Nie Jia: "Brother Wang, do you want him to die? If he dies So, that minister had no choice but to kill himself with a knife and follow him!"
"Changyue!" Sikong Han scolded him heartbroken.
Jun Zhangyue was unmoved, and looked at Nie Jia with red eyes, threatening him with his life.
Nie Jia frowned, and said angrily: "I can't carry things clearly! Drag him down and execute him immediately!"
Immediately, two guards stepped forward to drag the collapsed Jun Zhangyue down, and the executioner carried a knife to prepare for execution.
Since kk was connected to this world, he could deeply feel the malice of the public prosecution team, and said to Nie Jia anxiously: [Mr. Nie, the protagonist Gong will be reborn immediately after death, which is really bad for you, killing him is too dangerous. Anyway, he is a useless person now, why not leave him alive and wait and see what happens.]
Nie Jia snorted coldly in his heart: [I'm afraid he won't succeed, I want him to die, and if he is reborn, he has to die again!]
"Execution!" Nie Jia looked at Sikong Han sharply.
Jun Zhangyue was crying heartbreakingly, while Sikong Han looked at Nie Jia fearlessly, his eyes full of hatred and unyielding. The executioner stepped forward with a knife in his hand, and was using all his strength to cut off the head of the god of war, when Sikong Han turned his head abruptly, his eyes filled with endless murderous intent, it was the deterrent during a bloody battle, the executioner was suddenly shocked to the ground. After retreating sharply, a cold sweat broke out in the scorching winter.
Sikong Han looked up to the sky with a long smile, and looked at Nie Jia arrogantly, "Did you see, Jun Changsheng, the only people you can use in the entire Yan Kingdom are the twenty-one dogs around you. People are scared out of their wits and can't use it anymore, go and call your dog, my uncle is waiting here!"
As expected of a generation of God of War, this demeanor is indeed worthy of it.
Nie Jia slowly pursed her lips, tilted her head and whispered to the person next to her, "Bring a heavy bow."
The little eunuch was taken aback for a moment, not daring to dare. He immediately took a ten-strength heavy bow, and was waiting for the king's order to give it to a guard. A slender and white hand stretched down from the step, and took the bow and arrow steadily and quickly. Walk.
Nie Jia clamped the tail of the arrow between his fingers, his breath sank, and the bow was full of the moon!
The palace servants and guards at the execution ground were stunned, including Sikong Han for a moment. It was a heavy bow of ten strength, and it couldn't be pulled by a non-military general. At this time, it was easily lifted by the sick and weak king who couldn't lift a pot of wine on weekdays. pull away!
With a whoosh, before everyone could react, the arrow shot out.
"Don't!" Jun Zhangyue threw off the guard desperately, trying to stand in front of Sikong Han in horror, but it was still a step too late.
The sharp arrows split the air, cut off a strand of Jun Zhangyue's temple hair, and then shot Sikong Han's throat with the force of thunder, nailing him to death on the guillotine in an instant!
Nie Jia looked at Sikong Han's unsatisfied body with dark eyes, Sikong Han, I'm waiting for your revenge.
Jun Zhangyue turned his head and saw blood all over the ground and Sikong Han's body. He knelt down slowly, took a few breaths and passed out.
"Hang the corpse of the rebel above the city gate to show the public!" Nie Jia threw away the bow and arrow, and shrank back into the cloak like a sick child, and said wearily: "I'm tired, go back to the palace."