Huitong Pass, standing between the Northern and Southern Dynasties, divided Lintian Kingdom into two.
On the road leading to Huitong Pass, there are high mountains on both sides and a wide official road in the middle. A carriage drawn by three horses gallops in the snow. The Fengnei man's brows were furrowed, his eyes were cold, and his heroic handsome face was completely drained of blood. He pressed his chest tightly with one hand, and clasped the handrail on the car board with the other to prevent himself from falling in the violent bumps, even though he was already weak from the wounds on his body.
A dozen or so riders followed the carriage, and they kept waving the whips in their hands, whipping the horses under them, in order to go faster. The guard Li Liang quickly waved his whip, and walked forward to walk alongside the carriage. Through the curtains of the carriage lifted by the wind, he saw the people in the carriage shaking uncontrollably. He was very worried, and shouted loudly into the carriage: "Your Majesty, If you persist for a while, you will soon reach the Huitong Pass." As long as you enter the Huitong Pass, it will be the territory of the Northern Dynasty, and you are not afraid of them chasing you.
In the car, Zongzheng Wuchou's lips were tightly closed, and he glanced at Li Liang slightly, indicating that he was fine. He has lived for more than 20 years, and has experienced numerous hunts and kills, big and small, and he has long been used to it. Think about it, it seems a bit ironic that you used to flee when you were chased and killed by someone who had no strength to bind a chicken, but now you are the emperor of a country, and you still need to flee for your life with a peerless power.
After a stick of incense, the majestic city wall loomed in the snow and mist. Li Liang was overjoyed and immediately shouted: "Your Majesty, Huitong Pass is just ahead! We are almost there!"
There was no joy on Zongzheng Wuchou's face, even if it was going to Huitong close, so what, I'm afraid that the people behind him would also arrive. On winter nights, the wind is bitterly cold, and the land is covered with snow.
Just as the carriage passed by, hundreds of horsemen galloped in, their flying horseshoes stepped on the snow and turned into mud, splashing in all directions, and the snow mist was like smoke. The leading man's eyes were dark and bloodthirsty, which was formed by the mixture of extreme anger and sadness in his heart. The cold wind slapped his cold face with ice and snow, and the temperature of his skin became colder and colder.
Zongzheng Wuyou kept his eyes fixed on the front. When the galloping carriage appeared in sight, he frowned, swung his whip violently, and the BMW under him galloped away like flying. Follow closely. As soon as he caught up, he quickly outflanked the dozen or so people and a carriage in front, besieging them.
The dozen or so people immediately tightened their reins, put on full alert, drew their knives and scattered around the carriage. They looked dignified and protected the people in the car in the center.
Zongzheng Wuyou's sharp and resentful eyes stared straight at the carriage, as if he wanted to split the carriage and tear the people inside into pieces. With a low voice, he said coldly: "Fu Tzu, today, you can't fly with wings." He still called him Fu Tzu, and in his heart he didn't want to admit that this person was his brother who was closely related by blood.
Zongzheng Wuchou in the carriage looked calm as usual, he glanced at the sword placed aside, but did not respond. On the other hand, Li Liang outside the car, with his sword across his face, looked like he was swearing to protect the lord, "As long as I, Li Liang, are here, you don't want to hurt a single hair of His Majesty." After speaking, he ordered to the other guards: "Protect Your Majesty! ",
"Yes!" All the guards responded in unison, with a look of death on their faces.
Zongzheng Wuyou sneered disdainfully, "Hmph! It's up to you? Overestimate your own strength." After finishing speaking, his phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, he raised the sword in his hand, pointed in the air, and slowly uttered a word with his thin lips: "Kill!"
The BMW neighed, murderous in the air.
In the cold winter night full of snow and snow, the two sides fought desperately, the blood mist was sprayed, and human lives were like mustard.
Swords collided, sparks flew, and the clanging sound pierced the eardrums.
Zongzheng Wuyou rode on the horseback, his face was reflected in the pool of blood that hadn't solidified in the future, stained with the redness of old blood. He didn't even look at the crowd fighting, only the carriage in his eyes. Just half an hour ago, he was still receiving envoys from various countries, when Leng Yan suddenly appeared, with a serious expression on his face, saying that he had something important to report.
He left the lobby, and just entered the gate of Shangqiyuan, Leng Yan knelt down behind him with a plop.
The thing that can make Leng Yan so restless must be a major event, he turned around, frowned and asked: "What's the matter?" Leng Yan lowered his head, and his tone was extremely heavy, "Your Majesty, there is news from the Northern Dynasty, Madara-" said Here, pause.
He waited for Leng Yan to pause before continuing, but after a while, Leng Yan still stopped at that word without further words. This situation is unusual for a person who has not had emotional fluctuations for many years. He frowned more and more, already impatient, and said in a low voice, "What's the matter? Tell me!"
"An avalanche occurred in the imperial mausoleum in the capital, and the mausoleum of the imperial concubine... collapsed!" Leng Yan must have reported something so difficult like today, only because he has been with the emperor for so many years, and he knows what the emperor cares most about. what is it.
As expected, Zongzheng Wuyou's complexion changed drastically, and he hurriedly asked: "Who told you this news? Is it accurate? Was it only the mother's tomb that collapsed, or did the entire imperial tomb collapse?" Leng Yan said: "Only ───The imperial concubine's...
"Impossible! Even if the entire imperial mausoleum collapses, it's impossible for mother's mausoleum to collapse!" Zongzheng Wuyou let out a deep voice, his expression extremely ugly. The mother's mausoleum has only been built for more than ten years, and all the materials used in the construction are the best materials, and its hardness far exceeds that of other mausoleums. It is impossible to destroy only the mother's tomb when the other tombs are intact, unless, ─ unless someone deliberately does it! He suddenly clenched his fists, suppressing the grief and anger in his heart, gritted his teeth and asked, "Did their mother and son do it?" Leng Yan raised his head slightly, and his expression, which was always like a piece of wood, also moved, "The Empress Dowager Fu and the Northern Emperor It is said that the end of the year is approaching, and I want to send you and the Supreme Emperor a big gift... "
"Bang!" Before Leng Yan could speak, Zongzheng Wuyou was furious, and he couldn't help but punched the thick pillar beside him. The blue tiles fell to pieces and shattered. And the skin on his fist was torn and covered with blood. How dare they touch his mother's tomb! In his life, the two women he loves the most are repeatedly hurt by them, how can he bear it? Leng Yan's expression changed slightly, looking at the emperor who had always been calm and self-restraining, he began to persuade: "Please take care of the dragon body!" But these were enough to make the emperor furious, and he didn't know how to report the following ones
Zongzheng Wuyou tried his best to stabilize his emotions, and whenever he encountered matters with his mother and Aman, he would always easily defeat him! Proudly calm. After a while, he clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and said slowly: "My mother's body..." He only said these few words and looked straight at Leng Yan. Leng Yan replied: "Before the mausoleum collapsed, the imperial concubine's belongings were secretly transported away."
Zongzheng Wuyou was stunned for a moment, his eyes were sharp like ice skates, and he blurted out: "Who did it? Where was it transported? Is...is it intact?" He would not foolishly think that someone showed mercy and ruined The mausoleum will also release his mother's remains.
Leng Yan's eyes flickered, and he was forced to have nowhere to hide by his sharp eyes. He didn't know how to report this news to the emperor, and what would the emperor do when he found out? The death of the noble concubine thirteen years ago has tortured the emperor for so many years, how should the emperor face such a cruel fact now
Zongzheng Wuyou saw the hesitant look in his eyes, and his heart sank. The bottomless ice pool submerged him. He realized that it would not be a good result, but how bad would it be
"What did they do with my mother's body?" Countless possibilities flashed through his mind, and his voice trembled slightly.
"The empress's body... was burnt and turned into ashes." Even though it was difficult, Leng Yan finished speaking. He lowered his head, waiting for a storm to come. However, after waiting for a long time, the expected wind and rain did not come. He raised his head in doubt, and saw the emperor's eyes were red and bloodthirsty, staring at him in disbelief, as if he had told a huge lie.
Turning bones into ashes is the most severe punishment for a heinous person. And his mother was such a kind and beautiful woman. When I was alive, I suffered heart-piercing suffering every day, and my death was so unbearable and tragic. After death, they will be dug out, and their corpses and bones will be destroyed. Zongzheng Wuyou staggered a step, and he was overwhelmed by great grief, which he couldn't bear for a while.
It's his fault, it's all his fault!
Leng Yan worriedly shouted: "Your Majesty,...Please mourn the Emperor!"
Zongzheng Wuyou supported the pillars of the porch, stood upright, "Condolences?" What he wanted was not condolences, but to rush into the capital immediately and cut Fu Yuan's mother and child into pieces to vent his anger. Grief had already made him lose his mind, his red eyes shot out flames of hatred, he looked in the direction of the capital, and said word by word: "Let Lao Jiu prepare food and grass, and the whole army will come to join at a speed of 100,000."
Leng Yan was startled, before he could take orders, Zongzheng Wuyou had already turned around and strode towards the inner courtyard.
At this moment, he was full of anger and grief, unable to vent. After entering the inner courtyard, he found no one in the room, and asked outside, "Where is the imperial concubine?"
A servant girl hurriedly stepped forward to salute, "Report to the emperor, Your Majesty has received a letter from an old friend, saying that she is going out to meet the old friend."
Zongzheng Wuyou frowned heavily, "Which old friend? Where are we going to meet?" Ah Man has no acquaintances in Yuzhou City, so where is the old friend
The girl's eyes flashed, "If you go back to the emperor, I will not know."
Zongzheng Wuyou waved his hand impatiently, signaling her to back down. He walked to the table and sat down, poured a cup of herbal tea, drank it in one gulp, and then dropped the cup heavily, the porcelain cup fell to the ground with a crisp "pop". The servants outside the door were shocked, and Zhan Zhan bowed down.
"Your Majesty, this subordinate has something to report." A guard knelt outside the door to report.
Zongzheng Wuyou took a breather, "Come in. What's the matter?" There seemed to be a lot of things today.
"My Majesty, my subordinates just received a secret report that the Northern Emperor came to Yuzhou City and stayed at the Xiangyue Inn.
Zongzheng Wuyou's eyes sharpened suddenly, his clenched fists were bulging, and he grinned grinningly. It's good, he was looking for him, but he came to the door by himself! "Hurry up, two hundred people, follow me to Xiangyueke to find them."
When he went out, he faintly noticed that this matter seemed strange. Ah Man went out to meet an old friend today, and it happened that Fu Zhao arrived in Yuzhou City.
When he arrived at Xiangyue Inn, the building was empty, and in Room No. 1 Tianzi, he didn't see the enemy he hated so much, but he met his beloved wife. Old friend, this is her old friend! His guess turned out to be right. At that moment, sadness, disappointment, grief, anger, doubt, fear, all these emotions flooded him, tormenting him almost to the point of madness. He no longer cared about other people's feelings, and he couldn't use normal thinking to understand, so he just left the woman who was always on top of his heart and loved and cared for him, and chased his enemy away on his own.
The fighting on the battlefield was still going on, some people fell to the ground, and some rushed forward with their knives.
The sharp sword pierced through the intestines, and the hot blood mixed with the internal organs flowed all over the ground, winding and melting the falling snow. A strong bloody smell floated in the cold air, spreading endlessly.
Dark night, no stars and no moon, the colors like splashed ink are extremely depressing.
In less than a quarter of an hour, all the guards around the carriage fell down, and no one stood still. Li Liang, the only one who was still panting, fell into a pool of blood, his eyes were wide open, full of despair and unwillingness, he looked at the Huitong Pass not far away, it was clearly in front of him, why couldn't he pass? The soldiers guarding the Huitong Pass are all useless, they are so close, can't they see the fight here? He looked in the direction of the carriage again, and couldn't help but mutter to himself: "Your Majesty,...why...", why did you refuse to listen to the advice of your subordinates and use that woman as a hostage? It's a pity, after all, I couldn't finish talking and swallowed my last breath.
The people brought by Zongzheng Wuyou quickly dealt with the guards, and then approached the carriage. At the same time, they raised their swords and slashed across the carriage. The body of the carriage was shattered, the frame of the carriage was scattered, and the carriage was cut to pieces.
The person in the car was still sitting firmly, with a very calm expression on his face. He didn't seem to care about everything around him. He just looked at the man lying on the ground and felt sad. In his life, until now, how many people really treat him? There have been countless personal guards before and after, and this is the only one who is still worried about his life until his death. "Li Liang, I remember you! If I can leave alive today, I will definitely treat your family well." He said this in his heart, and then, he clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand and stood up with support. There is only one dead end ahead, and he has to give it a try.
Zongzheng Wuchou slowly stepped off the carriage, and the man who was waiting to pierce him through his heart was riding on the horseback, looking down at him, the flames of hatred in his eyes seemed to burn his bones to nothing . His face is calm and calm, fearless and fearless. Forget it, the throne has been seized and revenge has been avenged, even if he dies for the one he loves today, there is nothing wrong with it. After all, the mother is still alive, so let the stabbed one be done by herself.
Zongzheng Wuju stood still, looked at Zongzheng Wuyou who was sitting firmly on the horseback, raised his head, and said calmly: "My life is here, you come and take it."
Hundreds of people moved together, trying to kill this person.
Zongzheng Wuyou suddenly raised his hand to stop him and ordered him to back away. He turned over and jumped off the horse, and walked forward with the sword in his hand. He penetrated the blade of the sword and made a long cut on the ground, as if he wanted to split the world in half.
The cold wind was blowing, whining in my ears. The dark clouds in the sky gather and disperse indefinitely, and the heavy snow is flying like a goose feather, swaying all over the world, boundless, with no end in sight.
There is no tragedy in the world like brotherhood.
Manyao watched from a distance, but didn't step forward. Running wildly from the horse all the way, with a lot of thoughts. Zongzheng Wuyou exudes a strong evil spirit like Hell Yama, as if it wants to destroy the world, that is a side she has never seen before. She suddenly felt that maybe there was another reason for his abnormality today, and based on her understanding of him, if it was just excuses, it should not be the case. And the hatred between the two of them is so deep that no one can stop it, including God.
With a distance of ten feet, the two brothers pointed at each other with their swords, their murderous aura increased greatly. Zongzheng Wuyou sword condensed internal energy, and as he swung it, a dazzling cold light appeared in the sky, his sword was already pointing directly at Zongzheng Wuchou's chest, with lightning-like speed, and the aura was unparalleled.
Zongzheng hurriedly waved his sword to block it, the sword pierced his ears, and the momentum was huge. The strong sword energy and internal force shook the outsiders a hundred steps away. He used 100% of his strength to block with all his strength, and with just one move, the winner was decided. He was already seriously injured and had lost too much blood. It is a taboo to use internal force at this time, but Zongzheng Wuyou used at least 70% of his strength in this sword, so Zongzheng Wuchou's body flew like a kite with a broken string. He flew out, hit the mountainside on one side, and bounced back to the ground heavily. He couldn't help but groaned, vomited blood, the wound burst open, and all internal organs seemed to be displaced.
This situation was beyond Zongzheng Wuyou's expectation, he couldn't help being slightly taken aback, half-closed his phoenix eyes, and said with a sneer: "How did you become so unhelpful?" Could it be that he was plotting something
When Zongzheng was at a loss, he only responded with a self-deprecating smile, and raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, but he couldn't stop the bright red that was still gushing out. The passage of life did not bring him despair and sadness. He tied the sword that fell beside him, supported himself strongly, and stood up with difficulty with the sword supporting the ground. In front of the enemy, even if you die, you have to stand and die! His gaze passed through countless people and horses, and he landed on the white-haired woman on horseback not far away. He smiled sadly and said, "Rong Le, after I die, how long... will you remember me?" One day? a year? Or forever? He really wanted to know this question.
Zongzheng Wuyou's body trembled, and his sword hand trembled slightly. He suddenly wanted to know such an answer. If this person died in his hands because of her, then will this person live in her heart forever? This possibility made his footsteps as if nailed to the ground, unable to move forward. He stopped and turned his head to look. In the wind and snow, the woman's white hair was flying and her body was thin. The wind bulged her fox coat, as if it would sweep her away at any moment.
Man Yao's eyes were like the silence of the night sky, she pursed her lips tightly, she would not answer this question, nor could she answer it.
After a moment of silence, there was only the sound of cold wind and snow blowing past their bodies. The wind passes through the body, but the cold stays in the heart.
"Why didn't you answer?" The person who asked this question was Zongzheng Wuchen. He looked at the little plant in her arms with cold and complicated eyes.
Man Yao gripped the reins tightly, pinched the horse's belly with her legs, and drove the horse forward. He jumped down at the front, and walked five steps away from Zongzheng Wuyou, looked straight into his eyes, with a calm expression, and asked with a soft sigh: "Do you want to hear what I have to say?"
Zongzheng Wuyou turned his eyes away from her, and said in a cold voice filled with uneasiness, "It's not me, but you."
Man Yao raised her lips and smiled bitterly, "I think? Don't you know what I'm thinking? I'm just a lonely soul in this world... If it wasn't for you, my lonely soul would have disappeared long ago , and in this world, apart from you, there is nothing worthy of my nostalgia. All I think is that if you live, I will live; if you die, I will die. That's all!" Her eyes were honest and sincere Firm, the sadness in his eyes is so clearly visible. Is this enough? Her life is his, her body is his, and her heart is his, so why is he worried
Zongzheng Wuyou and Zongzheng Wuchou were shocked at the same time, she was so frank and direct. Zongzheng Wuyou seemed unable to regain his senses all of a sudden, staring at the woman in front of him in a daze, but his eyes never warmed up.
Zongzheng Wuchou suddenly laughed, a bleak smile, "I really hope you didn't miss the sword in the inn." In this way, he would not be able to hear her promise to Zongzheng Wuyou's life and death. , even if it is death, it will not be so painful, right? If he dies by her hands, maybe he can still live in her heart...for a few more days.
Man Yao pursed her lips, held the sword in her hand, turned around and walked towards Zongzheng Wuchou. Zongzheng Wuyou looked at her without stopping her.
Man Yao walked slowly, every step was turning his heart into stone. There are some things that should be understood and understood. If the two of them are destined to only live as one, then she doesn't have to choose at all. As for Puchou, she doesn't want him to die because of her, but if his death is inevitable today, then instead of letting Wuyou do it, it is better to let Puchou die in her hands. She is just a concubine, a concubine in the eyes of the world, no matter how cruel she is, it doesn't matter the overall situation. But Wuyou is different, he is the emperor! In this world, benevolence, righteousness and morality are always emphasized. Others may not care about those superficial things, but the emperor must not care about them. Being an emperor is like this, and many things can't be controlled by oneself. This is why when Fu Zhao came to the throne, Lao Jiu was only under house arrest, and Zongzheng Xiaoren is still alive. The world is uncertain, the emperor can't give the impression that the six relatives don't recognize cruelty and inhumanity, otherwise the people's hearts will be betrayed, killing Fu Tzu, how can it be so easy to deal with the Empress Dowager Pu who has taken over the imperial power? She looked at Zongzheng Wucho's standing posture with difficulty, and used a smile to hide the pain and pretended to be indifferent, as if she had accompanied her as if nothing had happened after suffering from piercing pain. The sourness in her heart was inexplicable, and she couldn't help thinking back, she had lived for more than 20 years in the previous life, how many people had given her such sincerity? Apart from Wuyou, I'm afraid there is only Fu Zhao. Fate tricks people, and they are powerless to contend with it. She turned her head, looked at the vast night, suppressed all the emotions in her heart, and said in a cold and calm voice, "If you want, I can satisfy you and make up another sword. This time, there will never be any deviation. But you don't want to Hope, I will be guilty of this for the rest of my life."
She didn't know whether to tell others or herself, after she finished speaking, she threw the blood crow in her hand in front of him without looking at him, "I don't need this thing, please take it back."
Zongzheng Wuchou looked at her turned side face, the eyes covered by the slightly drooping eyelashes had an expression of indifference and alienation, and behind that expression, there was always something desolate and untouchable. He lowered his eyes and glanced at the little plant that was handed to him. Just to find this little plant, he put down the not-so-stable court and went to the border in person. The war that could be quelled in three months, but he spent a lot of money on it. In half a year, all the horses were mobilized, at all costs, just for her three thousand gray hairs. It took more than three months to find this thing, and I don't know how much blood was sucked from him, and how much vitality was damaged. It only takes time for the body to recover from injuries, but it is difficult to make up for the damage of vitality. If it were in the past, even if he received this sword, he would not be so vulnerable. But what is the use of these
"Okay. If taking back the blood black can reduce the burden on your heart, then I will take it back." He slightly held the corner of his lips, and the gentle smile was the same as the one he used to accompany day and night, but he couldn't hide the loneliness and sadness in his eyes. sad. Since she is about to die, if you can do more for her, let's do more for her. He smiled and said in a light tone: "This thing was just found for fun, if you don't want it, then throw it away."
He took the blood crow, and threw out the thing that was once cherished as life like a trash. The exquisite ceramic flower pots were broken into pieces, the rhizomes of the vertebrae were broken, and dark red blood flowed out, as if expressing strong sadness for its unfortunate fate.
Man Yao only glanced at it, then raised her chin, unwilling to look any further.
Zongzheng Wuchou smiled slightly and said, "Rongle, let's do it. Death in your hands is my best destination." After saying that, he slowly closed his eyes, waiting for his lover to pierce his heart with a sword. He has lived in this way for twenty-two years, and everyone says that he has thought carefully and calculated everything, but this time, he gave up calculating and no longer planning, and only wanted to get out of hell and find a way out.
Man Yao opened her eyes wide and looked up at the sky, inhaled slightly, snowflakes fell into her eyes, and the cold feeling spread from her head to the soles of her feet. She closed her eyes, and slowly lifted the hand holding the sword, which was extremely heavy.
In the afternoon, I will go to the hospital for the infusion, and I will accompany my mother-in-law for the festival. I guess I will come back very late. The update will be in the afternoon or evening tomorrow. I wish you a happy Dragon Boat Festival!
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