The city of Posa is on fire.
The flames raging into the sky, and the flames covered the night and covered the moon. Sparks and dust flew out for a mile together, and the crackling sound of beams was like the sound of scorched skin and flesh of a human body.
Cheng Wei's stomach was churning violently, his throat was up and down, but he was trying not to show the slightest expression of wanting to vomit. He was afraid that he would lose his life in front of the king of Hades just by venting his cowardice.
Fortunately, Hades did not look back. The long, bony fingers were pressing down on the teacup, as if they had suppressed a hearty fear.
The tea in this cup was cold in the middle of the night, and no one dared to refill it.
Cheng Wei opened his mouth, only to realize that he had lost his voice. His hands and feet were trembling slightly, and he managed to make a sound, but it sounded like a cock belching.
"Big, my lord."
This trembling sound made him startled his legs first, and said in a trembling voice: "Ping, King Pingping has been executed, no, no, it's better to stop, stop in the city..." The words lingered on the tip of his tongue indistinctly. After going around and around, the moment Yama knocked down the tea cup lightly, the person had already knelt down with a plop.
A chuckle.
Hades' dark blue uniform with a coiled collar and narrow sleeves was smoothed with his fingertips, and the white and cold back of his bare neck was smoothed by his fingertips, which also made this chuckle cold. The man still turned his back to Cheng Wei, and said in a low voice: "Master Cheng."
Cheng Wei hurriedly crawled a few minutes closer on his knees.
"What do you think of Xin Zhenxiao's death?"
He dared to call Ping Wang's name so directly, even if he killed Cheng Wei. Cold sweat dripped down Cheng Wei's forehead. He didn't dare to answer the words carelessly, but he didn't dare not to answer them. He could only bite the bullet and stammered: "It's too, too easy for Ping and Ping Wang to go and go for treason and rebellion against felonies." A little... ”
"That means he died badly?"
Cheng Wei was forced to cry, and said, "No, no, yes, yes, it's better to die."
Yan Wang hissed softly, and the teacup on his fingertips was thrown on the small case, and rolled to Cheng Wei's knee, saying: "It's good to die, but it's not what I thought. I only went outside the city, and he let it go." When I was on fire, I didn’t even glance at the holy edict. I haven’t counted down yet, so the dead don’t count.”
"That, that..." Cheng Wei was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, not knowing how to answer him. This person is notoriously unpredictable in the court, he absolutely dare not fool him with words.
"How about this." Yan Wang smiled and said: "Master Cheng pull him out of this fire, let's kill him again."
Cheng Wei was paralyzed all over, his face turned pale from fright, and he said in a surprised voice: "My lord, King Ping is always the one, the emperor's relatives and nobles, Ruo, Ruo the sage will investigate..." The guards on both sides dragged Cheng Wei's round and fat body, Step into the fire. He was so startled that his whole body was fat and trembling, his nose burst into tears, and he begged hurriedly: "My lord! My lord said so! My lord, forgive me, forgive me..."
Yan Wang turned a deaf ear to it, and still looked at his clean fingertips, and sighed: "Master Cheng, as King Ping's benefactor, how could he abandon his master and run away?"
Cheng Wei was dragged away to gag, the dignified prefect of the city, the fourth-rank official, was so frightened that he lost control and fainted. Xie Jingsheng frowned and waved his hands, telling people to drag him a little further, so as not to hurt his own eyes and obstruct the adults' noses.
Yan Wang sat and remembered something, and looked back at Xie Jingsheng. The desolate and cold narrow eyes were half raised, and a smile appeared on his lips, he only asked him: "Where is the person?"
Xie Jingsheng bowed his waist and replied: "It's in the tent." King Ping set fire to himself and Posuo City, they couldn't enter the city, so they had to camp outside.
Yan Wang got up. The dark blue satin robe wrapped her long body and stood upright, and her legs became more and more elongated when she stood up. One grade and seven beams, the crown and hair are upright. The face was originally an extremely outstanding color, but the thick and distinctive color of the eyebrows and eyes concealed a bit of coldness, which seemed to be dangerous.
Xie Jingsheng knew that the lord was going to take a look, so he walked steadily forward and led the way. He was originally from Jinyiwei, but now he is a serious political envoy, but he is as low as dust in front of this person.
All the way to the front of the tent, Fei Yuwen was guarding all around. Xie Jingsheng didn't dare to go in together, he just stepped forward to hold up the curtain, and after the adults entered, he took a few steps away and stood outside the tent.
After entering the tent, he raised his eyes and saw the peaceful young man curled up sleeping beside the footsteps.
This boy was almost curled up into a shrimp, thin and small, with rough clothes and rags. The whip marks on the exposed arms are horizontal and slanted, skinny and bony.
He walked to the side of the couch and sat down, and looked at the young man at his feet for a while. The waves in the narrow eyes were calm, and he didn't see the shock that Longsun should have when he was down. Just tapping on the edge of the couch with his fingers, the young man woke up suddenly, his shiny black eyes flicked around in panic, and he shrunk even harder into a ball.
"Come on the couch." Yan Wang looked down at him.
The boy just hugged his body tightly and curled up in the shadows.
Yan Wang watched silently, and said slowly: "You are the son of Yan Wang."
The boy's dark eyes were covered by long eyelashes, he didn't look at the man, he just stared at the ground under his bare feet, and he didn't answer aloud.
Hades didn't need him to answer either.
Because Prince Yan is dumb, this is something that everyone in Dalan knows.
"I'm the one to take you home." The man's voice was not deep, but calm and desolate, which didn't match the corners of his lips that smiled from time to time, but it was surprisingly reliable at this moment.
The boy moved his shoulders, as if he had heard something extraordinary. His black and white eyes fell on the man's chin, dazzled by the white color there. Moving upwards, from the straight nose, it landed on the man's long, narrow and deep eyes.
Yan Wang leaned over slightly, fixed his eyes firmly on his face, saw his face clearly, and finally smiled inexplicably on the corner of his lips, which made people feel cold.
"You are Little Hades, we have fate."
In the autumn of the fifty-eighth year of Hongxing, King Ping joined forces and turned against him. The Li River in Shanyin, the territory of the feudal clan, crossed Dalan, and the flames of war spread all over the place. In the spring of the fifty-ninth year of Hongxing, King Ping approached Posuo and wanted to go south by way. On the twenty-sixth day of summer, he was intercepted by the right minister and retreated, and set fire to the city. King Ping's family was executed.
Since then, the name of the right minister has been called Dalan again.
Returning to Beijing on the 30th, the right minister was granted the title of King Pingding, and a gold and silver album, silver crown and clothing. In this way, this man is Wang Rongqi with a different surname, and he is in charge of the government affairs of the right minister and the commander of Jinyiwei.
For a while, there was a lot of turmoil between the court and the opposition. Liu Sheng, the Minister of Taichang Temple, took the lead in making a concert based on reason and reason, followed by He Anchang, a political advisor, and Zuo Kai, Minister of Dali Temple, but the Holy One did not respond.
At this time, the sixteen-year-old Xiao Yan Wang Xin Yi, the orphan of the King of Yan, returned to Beijing at the same time. The people of Jingdu counted their fingers, this is the first time this dumb son returned to Beijing after four years since King Yan's lineage died in Beiyang.
Four years ago, King Yan's lineage guarded the Beiyang border. After King Yan died in battle, his son was young, and King Ping took him back to discipline him. Now that King Ping has been punished, he, as a nobleman of the royal family, should return to the capital for the Holy One to take a look at.
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"Poor His Royal Highness King Yan devoted all his life to loyalty, but only one mute remained."
The old man who was twirling his beard and sipping tea in the Kyoto teahouse laughed when he heard the words, shook his head and closed his eyes while listening to the scene on stage, said.
"What do you know? The mute is also the son of King Yan. As long as the people of Beiyang still call him "Little King Yan", then he is the master of Beiyang Sanjin. Besides, it's different now." The old man took out a few copper coins from his pocket, and Neatly stacked them on the table, "Since Bai Jiu brought him back, he can't allow others to do anything. If there is no mistake, you should change your name and call him Little Hades. It's interesting and interesting for the big Hades to lead the little Hades." He clapped his hands and laughed.
The young man opposite the old man shook his head and said with emotion: "I'm afraid it will be difficult for a minister who is devoted to you."
That's right.
Bai Jiu's power is now in the hands of the government and the public, even if the Holy One wants to restrain it, it will be difficult for him to do so. It is no exaggeration to call him a powerful minister.
It's just that this person suddenly had a whim, what did he bring a dumb son back for
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