Although he had already grasped Your Majesty's thoughts, Gu Mang's voice suddenly trembled when these words were really slammed down like a hammer: "Why?!"
"Because this piece of white is quenched with magical energy, Lu Zhanxing's spiritual flow is no longer pure. How likely do you think Chonghua would allow a person with black magic to live well?"
Junshang continued: "From ancient times to the present, these people who have been infected with the breath of black devils have either been torn apart by cars or tortured to death on the test bench. You want him to be cleared of his crimes and then tortured so worthlessly. Until he dies, I still want his death to at least pave the way for Chonghua and you."
Gu Mang: "…"
"I want Chonghua to accept slaves and understand the dark devil." After a pause, the king said, "But the price is, Lu Zhanxing's unjust case is destined to be known only to you and me, and he must be sentenced."
The lights went out a few more in the strong wind, and the light on the golden platform became even darker.
After hearing this, Gu Mang raised his head slightly, as if he was holding back the wetness in his eyes. After a while, he didn't seem to want to argue with Jun Shang any more, and said in a low voice, "... Then... what's next? Sentencing After that, what will happen?"
"Next, Gu will lay out a logical path for your treason. After the autumn hunting this year, Lu Zhanxing will ask for execution as usual, and the remnants of your army will be detained. Guwai will not release even the slightest bit of mercy towards slave monks. Signal - Guhui has done a very thorough job, making the Manchu civil and military think that Gu finally chose the old gentry class, so that everyone can see that Gu is cutting your power, demoting you, excluding you... Gu will force you to a dead end ."
"… "
"When the Qiu Hunting is over, Gu will give you the last push, so that you have sufficient reasons for treason."
Gu Mang said, "Betraying the Liao Kingdom?"
"Treason the country."
Gu Mang smiled lowly, as if he had heard some ridiculous joke: "How far, Your Majesty, will people believe that Gu Mang will choose the most depraved and darkest one in the twenty-eight states of Kyushu. ? Betrayal of the country..." His smile tightened suddenly, and at this moment, the handsome face even looked a bit beastly because of hatred.
"What do I have to be forced into to betray the absurd state that killed countless brothers and sisters of mine and set fire to the entire Kyushu?!"
Jun Shang said: "So Lu Zhanxing must die."
"If Lu Zhanxing didn't die, no one would think that Gu Shuai, who used to be all-powerful, loyal to the emperor and the country, would choose to go to the city gate of the Liao Kingdom - only when Lu Zhanxing died, the seeds of hatred in your heart will germinate, and everything will have an opportunity. It seems logical." After a pause, he said again, "Gu Qing, think about it, if you keep Lu Zhanxing, what will you lose?"
"It looks as if he was wronged, and his injustice has been brought to light. But he is destined to be executed because of the black devil's aura. You may think that he died like this, at least 70,000 graves of your army and 30,000 heroes. I can get a fair treatment, but Gu tells you, no."
In the dark eyes of the king, there seems to be a backlog of deep clouds, which is a kind of encirclement that is impossible to break through with the power of one person.
"As soon as Lu Zhanxing dies, even if he wants to rehabilitate your army, reward your soldiers and erect monuments, there will immediately be an old aristocrat who will jump out and use all kinds of strange reasons to die. There are even the most terrifying... They will Said that Deputy Commander Lu has been infected with demonic energy, and it is hard to guarantee that there will be no infected people in the army. It is better to kill them by mistake - they will even force the lone to kill all your remaining 30,000 siblings!"
"Gu Qing, your army is like an old mansion that has run out of water. If you can snatch something out of it, you will try your best to snatch it out. But Lu Zhanxing is the place where the fire fell, and he has already been burned to the ground. I can't get rid of the dregs."
"I'm so sorry."
"..." Gu Mang paused for a long time, almost indifferently, "Okay. I understand. We are treasures, but a fire can turn your emperor's treasures into scum."
He raised his eyes: "Your Majesty, do you know what my army is in my eyes?"
This is really an outrageous question, but your Majesty didn't refute it. On the contrary, his eyelashes were trembling, and his eyes were dodging and even sad.
Gu Mang said, "They are my blood, my eyes, my hands and legs, my relatives and my life."
"No matter how precious treasures are, they are useless when they are broken, and they become ashes after being burned by fire. But blood relatives are different, even if they die, even if they are burned, even if they become ashes... They are still in my heart. There will always be a monument, and I will remember each of them by name, and what each of them looked like, until the day I die myself."
Junshang said: "It's not like this is the way it is..."
"Then what do you mean?" Gu Mang gave him a faint smile, almost embarrassedly, "Your Majesty, you said that we are your treasures, but treasures are not living things after all, we are living things. Man! I shed blood for you, shed tears for Chonghua, worked hard for retribution—even died... I wonder if you noticed it?"
Step by step, he chased so tightly, as if the 70,000 dead soldiers had all turned into ghosts, robbed him of his homes, and attached them all to him alone.
They are collecting debts from their king.
"Gu Shuai..." Jun Shang's face slowly turned gray, but he finally raised his head and looked back at Gu Mang's eyes, "Gu has always been able to see."
"But is it worth paying 30,000 people's lives, 70,000 people's grief and honor, and valuing the future of all slave monks for one's honor?"
Gu Mang's shoulders trembled and his lips trembled. He wanted to refute, but he couldn't say anything.
He is an extraordinary general, and he naturally knows that what the king said is right.
Jun Yan is ruthless, but it is the most correct and the least sacrificed way. It's just... It's just how he can nod, how can he let go...
"That day in the Golden Palace, you knelt in front of Gu and begged to erect a monument for your dead man, let your remnant die, and Gu scolded you for your wishful thinking - but now Gu is standing in front of you, Gu can swear to the sky, it will never be in vain To live up to the sacrifice of Deputy Commander Lu. Gu can promise you that everything you asked for that day, except for Lu Zhanxing's life - the 70,000 tombstones you asked for, and the ownership of your 30,000 remnants, Gu can give you everything."
Jun Shangdao: "Gu can even promise you, Gu will definitely let you see the future of the hero who is fair to everyone regardless of his background."
Gu Mang took a step back, and he shook his head. The king's promise was so heavy that he almost stooped. After a while, he murmured hoarsely, "... False words..."
"Gu never lied."
Gu Mang was about to be driven insane. He suddenly raised his head and looked like a sharp sword was unsheathed. His eyes were red and he shouted angrily at the emperor, "Liar!!!"
Thunder furious.
In the rolling wind and thunderclouds, the beasts of the altar with their blind and broken claws were disturbed by sticks and honey, and they did not know what to believe. It roared at its master who had tamed it, and it thumped the cage in which it was trapped.
Mo Xi closed his eyes, the body that carried the pain of repairing the jade slip, but the pain was no more than a heart that was curled up and drained of blood.
Altar beasts... Altar beasts...
In the past, everyone said that this was the reputation of Gu Shuai that spread all over the world, but now, Mo Xi only saw a beast that had been stripped of blood and had been trapped in a cage and wailed.
The king's beast, the beast of great glory, it is in agony for the suffering of its brothers and feet, but its caretakers tore its skin, and put a new layer of leather on its bloody body, and they shall It is sent to another country, where it will endure the pain to burn off the last ray of light and heat.
In the torrential rain, the emperor stood upright, as if there was some kind of power that belonged to the emperor supporting him, so that he could not flinch or dodge before Gu Mang's strong emotions.
Although his face was a little ugly.
But he still endured.
"Do you think Gu has made such a decision, can you feel at ease?" After being silent for a while, the king finally asked in a low voice, "Do you think Gu Gu is at peace when Zhongliang is trapped?"
"… "
"Do you think Gu Jiang, the greatest general of Gu's commander, is tormented and bruised all over his body and still has to drive him to another country? Do you think that Gu is standing here today, standing on the golden platform under the thundering sky, and saying this to you personally. Can you be at peace with the words alone!!" At the end of the sentence, Junshang's voice became louder and louder, his fingertips were trembling, and the light in his eyes was shaking, "Gu Qing...you said, the battle of Fengmingshan 70,000 people have died, and you see 70,000 wronged souls who are constantly collecting debts from you day and night, scolding you, swearing at you, and asking why…”
His voice trembled violently, and every word came out of the gap between his teeth, all stained with blood: "Do you think these scenes... can't be seen alone?!"
Gu Mang raised his eyes, almost feeling ridiculous: "What can you see, Your Majesty?"
"Your Majesty, can you see 70,000 treasures shattered? Or can you see the destruction of mud servants with similar facial features?"
Crazy, really crazy.
The disrespectful words rushed out, and his arm was cut off and his heart was gouged out. Gu Mang dared to stab Longyan in the face of anything.
"Your Majesty keeps saying that you treat us as human beings, that you can see my lost brother and your dead courtier... But you are distressed that your Iron Army has lost 70,000, what you are distressed is a number, a group of heroes, not distressed They are all living people!"
With the last throw, there is wind and rain outside the golden stage, and there is silence on the golden stage.
After a long time, Jun Shang closed his eyes tightly and opened them again. He pursed his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but sipped it again... After a while, his throat was blocked, and he said three inexplicable words softly and sadly—
"Xu Xiaomao."
Just these three words. Gu Mang froze.
Gu Mang's fingers that were trembling with anger seemed to be blocked by Xuan Bing. He was almost motionless, staring at Junshang's face in disbelief, as if he felt that it must have been his delusion, that he must have heard it wrong. It was only from the emperor's mouth that he heard such a humble, ridiculous name of his brother Paoze.
But such names came out from the emperor's lips one after another, clear, sad, and solemn.
"Lan Yufei, Jin Cheng, Sun He, Luo Chuan..." The king said the names one after another. He didn't say one, and Gu Mang could see the brother's voice and smile before his death.
A man who likes to drink and burn knives.
An uncle with a large mole on the bridge of his nose.
Every time you gamble, you will lose, and it is always a little girl's film that never changes.
There are also 15- or 16-year-old little devils who rashly squeezed into the army with a youthful face.
Gu Mang bowed his body amidst this evocative whisper. He buried his face in the palms of his fingers and inserted his fingers into his hair. He choked and said, "Don't say it..."
"Qin Fei, Zhao Sheng, Wei Ping..."
Qin Fei's hearty laughter seemed to return to his ears through life and death.
Zhao Sheng once ran to his tent on the night of a garrison and gave him a pot of brewed sweet wine brought from the town.
Wei Ping was already in his thirties, but he looked tender. When he smiled, he had two sweet tiger teeth. He grinned domineeringly when he asked him to stay in Fengming Mountain, but it was Gu Mang and this guy. The last parting of the guys.
Who will remember the names of these people... Who will remember... ? ! !
Gu Shuai...
Gu Shuai...
Live as a hero, die as a hero...
No, no, these are all false. I only hope that you can come back safely every time you fight. No one wants to be saddened by the body of his brother, Marg.
"Stop reciting..." Gu Mang hugged his head in pain. He stooped and knelt down. He almost collapsed and wailed, crying like a trapped beast, "Stop talking! Stop talking!!"
"I remember it too."
"… "
Your Majesty stopped reciting. He walked over to Gu Mang, looked at the man who buried himself in the dust and curled up in the sand in front of him, and whispered again, "Gu Mang, I remember it too."
When he said this, he didn't even call himself an orphan.
"I'm sorry, I'm not like you who have been with them day and night, and can remember their age, appearance, likes...everything. But since I received the briefs of the dead soldiers in Fengming Mountain, I have been remembering their names. ."
Gu Mang's icy forehead pressed against the ground in embarrassment, his tears rolled down his cheeks, he whimpered and howled...
He really broke down.
He couldn't bear to say anything about the wounds all over his body. He finally relieved the pain and licked the blood. He was barely able to appear in front of others without any incident. The flesh scrambled to turn it out, it was so painful, so painful... It was so painful that I was dying!
"I thought to myself at the time," said Junshang, "Even if I can't set up a legitimate inscription for them, I will bury these names in my heart... Gu Shuai, every day and every night, I'm remembering them. I'm sorry, There are so many things that are hard to do, things that are hard to do..."
He held Gu Mang's arm, supported Gu Mang, and let Gu Mang slowly raise his head.
Your eyes were also moist.
"But please believe in loneliness, loneliness, in this life, never and will never see you as lackeys and slaves."
Obviously it's just such a simple and ordinary sentence. No compliments, no compliments. But Gu Mang burst into tears. He knelt down, staggered, and broke away from the hand of the emperor. He came to the edge of the golden platform and looked at the towering green hills and the sky. The tube dug out, covered with dripping blood.
The torrential rain engulfed his cries in an instant, and the country was full of tragic winds and rains. As if exhausted, Gu Mang pressed his head against the carved railing, his shoulders trembled, the end of his eyes flushed and the tip of his nose flushed, and he couldn't say a word.
After a long time, Jun Shang slowly walked up to him, his lips moved slightly, and he whispered: "Gu Qing, are you trustworthy now? Gu Yuju is sincere and never lied to you."
"Gu can even swear to the sky." He raised his two fingers to the side of his forehead, which was an oath made by Chonghua.
On the golden stage where the electric light flickered for almost nine days, Chonghua's new monarch made a promise to Chonghua's important ministers.
"If Gu Shuai agrees to Gu's request today, Gu Ding will fulfill three important tasks as promised. First, Gu Shuai's 30,000 remnants will be treated properly. Second, Chonghua slaves can cultivate a system of immortal methods, and there will be no Change. Third, the 70,000 heroic souls sacrificed by Fengming Mountain will be buried in the Mountain of War Souls with the national ceremony and will be inscribed on a monument. For the above three things, if there is one of the above three things, if there is any one, the orphan will be born without heir filial piety, and die without burial. In this place, Chonghua Guozuo will be destroyed by a single hand, and this lonely life will be a sinner through the ages." After a pause, the last few words fell from his teeth.
"Before life and after death, there will never be peace."
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