Chapter 39 Chapter Thirty-Nine

The long night and the storm passed away, and the sky became slightly brighter. The sound of heavy footsteps woke up the sleeping child, and quickly withdrew his hands, blocking the pried open hole before he opened his eyes, and the black velvet boots stepped on the dusty sky. In the prison, step by step, there were ringing sounds of keys colliding. With a crisp sound of "click", soldiers wearing light blue armor and khaki cloaks walked in. A group of at least fifty people filled the small prison, and the guards of the sky prison followed carefully. Behind them, nodding and bowing, accompanied carefully.Chu Qiao sat in the corner, staring coldly at the imperial guards, her heart sank gradually.

Yan Xun sat on the ground, with his back to the door, without opening his eyes, he let go of the gentleness on his body, and armed himself layer by layer with sharp edges.Like an old monk entering meditation, he doesn't pay any attention to outsiders. The head of the guards glanced at the son of Yanbei, who was bleeding the golden blood of the Daxia royal family, but there was no compliment or respect on his cold face. He took out the imperial decree in his arms, and read it according to the scriptures: "Shengjin Palace has Order, take Yan Bei Shizi Yan Xun to Jiuyou Terrace to wait."

Another guard stepped forward and sneered disdainfully: "Young Master Yan, please." The young man slowly opened his eyes, the sharpness in his eyes surged, just a slight glance with the tip of his eyes sent a chill down the guard's back uncontrollably.He seemed to understand something, but he still kept the arrogance on his face, stood up stubbornly, and walked out of the prison door first.A group of inner guards took the prepared shackles, thought for a while, put them behind them, winked left and right, and all gathered around. The snow-white fur swept across the ground of the imperial dungeon that hadn't been cleaned for many years, and the dirty dust flew up lightly and landed on the boy's white deerskin boots. On them were the five-clawed golden dragon specially used by the royal family Under the sunlight in the morning, the dark thread embroidery looks even more dazzling, even in such a desolate environment, it is so outstanding.It seems to be reminding everyone in this way that once upon a time, the Yanbei lineage was also a member of the Daxia royal family.

The wind blows slowly from the long and dark corridor, bringing the fresh air outside, but also the biting cold outside. A hand suddenly protruded from the fence of the cell. It was pale and slender, like fine porcelain, giving people the illusion that it could be easily broken with a little force.But it was this slender little hand that blocked everyone's way, grabbing Yan Xun's calf, tightly holding onto his trousers, stubbornly refusing to let go. "What are you doing? Are you tired of working?" A forbidden soldier shouted angrily as he took a step forward. Yan Xun raised his eyebrows, turned his head and looked coldly at the face of the imperial soldier, his eyes were cold, and immediately forced back the soldier's words behind him.The young man squatted down, held the child's thin fingers, and tried slightly to open them, but suddenly there was a stubborn stubbornness from the fingertips. Said: "Ah Chu, don't mess around."

"You don't count what you say!" The child's eyes were bright, he raised his head stubbornly, and paused every word: "You said you will not abandon me." Yan Xun frowned. From the moment he saw the imperial guards, the young man who had been in the power center of the imperial capital for a long time was keenly aware that things could not simply develop in the direction he wanted, and some uncontrollable things must be in the It happened without his knowledge, whether it will be a blessing or a disaster is hard to predict, how can he take her to take the risk?The young man frowned and scolded in a low voice: "I won't abandon you, just wait here obediently for me to come back."

"I don't believe you." The child said stubbornly, but the strength in his hand did not relax at all: "Take me with you." A guard was furious and shouted, "Bold slave!" "Is that your name as slave?" Yan Xun turned his head sharply, looked at the soldier with sharp eyes, and said coldly: "When did the laws of the empire allow a pariah like you to yell in front of me?" The man's face suddenly turned red, and the guards on both sides grabbed him, fearing that the man would do something out of the ordinary when he was extremely angry.Yan Xun ignored him, but turned his head, looked at the child's little pale face, frowned and said, "Ah Chu, be obedient, I'm doing it for your own good."

"Take me with you for my own good," Chu Qiao raised her head, tightly grasping the boy's trouser legs, and repeated in a low voice with a stubbornness that would never give in: "Take me with you." Time passed quickly, and a muffled wind blew away in front of the eyes of the two of them. The young man silently watched the child's eyes, and there was a sharp and resolute light flickering in them. He knew that, with her intelligence, Unaware of the danger of this trip, the boy's lips moved slightly, wanting to say something, but finally stopped under the child's stubborn eyes.After a long while, Yan Xun stood up and said in a deep voice to the guard behind him, "Open the door."

"Senior Yan, you are the only one summoned in the imperial decree..." Before the man finished speaking, Yan Xun turned around abruptly, strode towards his cell, and said coldly as he walked, "Take my body and go to Shengjin Palace to answer." "Shizi Yan!" The imperial guards were shocked, and after discussing for a while, they still opened the door of Chu Qiao's cell. After all, he was just a little slave. It was already bright outside the skylight, Yan Xun walked up to everyone, grabbed the child's hand in front of everyone, and didn't let any rope wrap around her small body.The young man's eyes were sharp and decisive. He looked at the child who was a head shorter than himself, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you afraid?"

Chu Qiao raised her head, and suddenly grinned the corners of her mouth, and smiled brightly: "How do you write if you are afraid of words?" "Haha!" Yan Xun laughed loudly, took Chu Qiao's hand and walked out first. Outside the gate of the prison, soldiers stood in full armor, with sharp swords and swords. The cold armor reflected the white snow all over the place, making people's eyes sore.The common people stood far away on the periphery, standing on tiptoes and watching secretly, their eyes were full of curiosity and fear that could not be concealed. What kind of person is it that can dispatch the Golden Guard of the Shengjin Palace to personally guard it?

However, when two children, one tall and one short walked out from the end of the dark corridor of the prison, everyone's eyes were shocked for a moment. generally. The people of Zhenhuang City will never forget that morning. When the historians of later generations turned over the dusty history books, they could only hold back the exclamation in their mouths, raised their heads and let out a long sigh. No one knows why the two seemingly harmless sheep will suddenly transform into ferocious tigers after they are cornered, and insert their sharp claws into the heart of the empire?The situation has changed from this moment, and the magnificent picture scroll is unrolled, scattered in the mud, children holding hands, destined to fight a bloody road side by side under the nine fires.

The wind blew up, and the eagle's wings slid across the sky above Zhenhuang City. The sky with thick clouds suddenly let out a sharp cry. The people all looked up and watched. At that moment, they seemed to hear the first sign of the collapse of the Empire State Building. The sound is crisp.