Chapter 42 Chapter 42

"Mother?" The boy in the pool of blood suddenly turned his head and looked at the woman who was sitting high on the horseback. The north wind swept across the ground, and the snow fell all over the sky instantly, and the white cotton was torn.The woman is dressed in white snow, her sleeves are like clouds, and her black hair is scattered behind her, like the excellent texture of Huai Song ink satin. Although she is nearly forty years old, her plain face like a white lotus is so young. Gentle as a clear spring on top of a snow-capped mountain, even the crow's feet in the corners of the eyes are gentle and peaceful.

The woman dismounted from the horse, walked to Yan Xun's side gently, the guards on both sides seemed to be stunned, no one came forward to stop her.The woman picked up Yan Xun's head, gently wiped the boy's blood-stained face with her white sleeves, and smiled warmly like a cloud: "Xun'er." Yan Xun's tears fell in an instant, and the young man who had never frowned before facing thousands of troops burst into tears. He tightly grabbed the woman's sleeve and asked loudly: "Mother, why? What happened?" "Xun'er," the woman gently wiped the blood clot from the corner of his eye, and asked softly, "Do you trust your father?"

Yan Xun choked up and nodded: "I believe." "Then don't ask why," the woman said softly, holding the child, her eyes calmly glancing at the nobles one by one on the viewing platform, "Not everything in this world can be explained clearly, just like There is no reason for the tiger to eat the wolf, the wolf to eat the rabbit, or the rabbit to eat grass." "Mother!" Yan Xun turned his head suddenly, looked coldly at the nobles in luxurious clothes, and said in a cold voice: "Is it them? Are they the ones who harmed Yanbei?" The young man's eyes were as sharp as ice and snow, piercing through the flying snow mist in an instant. At that moment, all the powerful and influential people of the empire almost shivered at the same time. They looked at the woman with a beautiful and ethereal face, and saw her indifferent Smiling, wiped the tears from the corners of the child's eyes: "Xun'er, don't cry, the children of the Yan family bleed but not cry."

"General Meng, let me do the autopsy. Those above are my husband, my son, my daughter, and my relatives. I believe that in this world, there is no one more qualified than me to do this. It's over." Meng Tian frowned tightly, and there was a black undercurrent rolling in his eyes. Looking at the woman's flowery plain face, the most iron-blooded soldier in the empire suddenly became speechless. Those ups and downs of the past were like a tide His mind flew past, and he still remembered that in the early spring of that year, he, Shicheng, and the man who couldn't even call him by name, met an extraordinary woman by the Qingshui Lake in Biantang.At that time, they were still so young. The girl was holding a boat, wearing a lake-green dress, rolled up her trousers, revealing a white jade-like calf, laughing and shouting at the three dumbfounded teenagers. shouted: "Hey! You three big men, do you want to get on the boat?"

In a blink of an eye, thirty years, so many bloody storms, so many killing steel swords, so many cunning plots, the three of them joined hands and fought a bloody road side by side through the thick black fog Come.At that time, they may not have known that thirty years later they would face such a situation today. If they had known, they would have shared weal and woe, would have shared joys and sorrows, and would have faced the disaster of sacrificing their lives. Wealth together?Could it be that what they did in the past was just to make them raise their swords and cut off each other's heads in the future?

Meng Tian sighed slowly, and said in a low voice, "You shouldn't have come." "He said that my freedom in the imperial capital will not be restricted. As long as I don't leave Zhenhuang City, no one will stop me. General Meng, this is an oracle. You can't violate it. It's like you led troops into Yanbei Same, you did it whether you wanted it or not." The woman lifted the corner of her skirt and walked up to the high platform step by step. Her movements were so light, but her steps on the ground seemed so heavy. "Mother!" Yan Xun panicked, immediately stood up and was about to rush forward, but before he could take a step, he suddenly fell to the ground, groaning in pain.

Seeing her, Chu Qiao rushed out of the soldiers who were no longer blocking her, ran forward a few steps, supported Yan Xun's body, and asked nervously, "How are you doing?" The heavy snow fell, the north wind howled, the goshawks screamed, blood was scattered everywhere, dilapidated flags and collapsed braziers were all over the place, thousands of eyes were watching the back of the woman who walked up to Jiuyou Killing Ground step by step .The long wind rolled up her dress, and she was about to fly away, like a white bird hovering in the strong wind. The woman touched the first gold box with her fingers. The man's sword eyebrows were stained with blood and turned dark red, but he didn't look so hideous. His eyes were closed tightly, as if he was asleep, the bridge of his nose was straight, and his lips were tight. Sip, it seems that there is something to say but finally did not say it.The woman looked at her husband, stroking her fingers in vain, as if there was still a stalwart body there, she did not cry, but tilted her head, smiled softly, and said softly: "This is my husband, The hereditary vassal king of the land of Yanbei, the twenty-fourth generation descendant of Emperor Peiluo, the military marshal of the northwest of the empire, the five hundred and seventy-sixth memorial tablet of Chengguang Zu Temple in Shengjin Palace, the west king of Yanbei Town, Yan Shicheng."

The snowflakes fell on the woman's brows, eyes and temples, but they did not melt. Her face was a little pale, but her voice was still so gentle. Her eyes were fixed on King Yan's head like water, as if he would open his eyes at any time. She smiles the same.Her hand ran across his face, and there was a small scar on his ear, which seemed to have been there for many years, and it was almost invisible if you didn't look carefully. "The scar here was stabbed with a sword at the Youwei Gate of the Shengjin Palace when King Canglan rebelled. The emperor was plotted against and ate the ghost grass, which made him weak. The two gates went in to rescue him, and Shicheng was the first to find the emperor who was still the prince. He carried the unconscious emperor on his back, and rushed out of the Shengjin Palace surrounded by 3,000 soldiers and horses alone, with more than 30 knives on his body. He was injured, and it took him half a year to get out of bed and walk. At that time, he was just seventeen years old."

"This is left over from the Battle of Baimaguan," the woman continued, brushing an obvious red mark on her chin with her hand, "In the 447th year of the Baicang calendar, the empire worshiped the ancestors in Yaoshui. The temple, all the nobles and elders of the Presbyterian Church, as well as the royal relatives and relatives were present, but King Jiang of Jin launched an attack at this time, collaborating with the enemy and treason, opening the Baicang Pass, letting the dog soldiers enter, and an army of 300,000 dog soldiers surrounded Yaoshui After Shicheng learned about it, he led his army to set off from Yanbei. He never took off his armor or left his saddle for seven days and seven nights. He took the lead in solving the danger of Yaoshui. The northern generations of monarchs and ministers will never abandon each other. At that time, most of you were present."

The imperial ministers in the audience were suddenly agitated, and those dust-covered past events were immediately lifted up and exposed in broad daylight. Their dim old eyes seemed to have seen that afternoon many years ago, when the setting sun was defeated like blood. The lion flag in the north roared in the wind, killing all the dogs and barbarians.At that time, they were still young, and they crowded up excitedly and patted the young man on the shoulder, laughing and drinking alcohol. "Here, at noon on April 16th, on Huoleiyuan, General Meng, you cut it with your own hands. General, you are in the prime of life, planning strategies and killing decisively, and you will not fail to recognize your own sword. Is this wound cut by you? Yes, don’t you know if this person is Yan Shicheng?”

Meng Tian was suddenly speechless, his face was as blue as iron, and he couldn't speak a word in a daze. "I'm sure, this person is my husband, Yan Shicheng, the West King of Yanbei Town, there is no falsehood." After finishing speaking, there was a bang, and the lid of the gold box was snapped on by the woman, and she turned around and went to the next one. The box goes. "This is my son, the hereditary king of Yanbei, the twenty-fifth grandson of Emperor Peiluo, the envoy of the northwest town of the empire, the fifth hundred and seventy-seventh tablet of Chengguang Zu Temple in Shengjin Palace, Yanshicheng, the king of the west of Yanbei Town. The eldest son Yan Ting. He is 21 years old this year and joined the army at the age of 13. He started as a lowly soldier and was promoted 24 times in eight years. Shengjin Palace and the Presbyterian Church jointly rewarded seven times. At the age of 18, the official worshiped the town and served as an envoy, led the army to guard the northern border of the empire, and never missed. On April 14th, he was trampled by thousands of horses on the Xunlie Yuan, and his head and face were hard to distinguish. Only blood remains." "This is my son, the hereditary king of Yanbei, the twenty-fifth grandson of Emperor Peiluo, the deputy envoy of the northwest town of the empire, the fifth hundred and seventy-eighth tablet of Chengguang Zu Temple in the Shengjin Palace, Yanshi, the king of the west of Yanbei Town. Yan Xiao, the third son of the city. He is sixteen years old this year and joined the army at the age of thirteen. He followed his father to fight in the north and south, and conquered the barbarians in the northern border three times. Many stab wounds were left for the people of Yanbei. On April 16th, he was hit by a trebuchet by the Western Expeditionary Army, his spine was shattered, his legs were cut off, and he died of blood." "This, this is my daughter." The woman's voice suddenly became choked up. The head in the gold box was bluish white and swollen, as if it had been soaked in water. The corners of her eyes and nose were covered with purple blood foam. "The hereditary lord of Yanbei, Pei Luo The twenty-fifth generation grandson of the great emperor, the fifth hundred and seventy-ninth tablet of Chengguang Ancestral Temple in Shengjin Palace, Yan Hongxiao, the eldest daughter of Xiwang Yanshicheng in Yanbei Town. On April 16, she rode a horse to rescue her kidnapped mother, When passing Weishui Honghu, he was intercepted by the troops of Mu He Xitian, the Fourth Field Army of the Western Expeditionary Army, gang-raped to death, and finally dumped in Honghu Lake." The wind and snow all over the sky suddenly became louder, the woman's voice became more shrill, and her complexion became paler, every word seemed to be crying blood, the wind howled, the heavy snow swirled, countless eagles and poisonous birds fluttered their wings together, followed by the unfurled black dragon battle flag Let's fight together against the dark and low sky. "These are all soldiers from Yanbei. They betrayed the Lord and the country. They are traitors and traitors. General Meng, execute your sentence!" The huge bronze cauldron was carried up to the Jiuyou high platform, and the flames were raging. Meng Tian frowned, and finally said in a deep voice: "Execution!" Twenty golden boxes were thrown into the huge bronze cauldron immediately, Yan Xun's eyes were on fire, and a beast-like scream burst out from his throat, and he was about to stand up and rush forward.The guards of the Imperial Army all stepped forward and blocked Yan Xun, Chu Qiao hugged Yan Xun's body tightly, the stubborn child finally couldn't bear it any longer, and burst into tears.The young man was held in the arms of the child, with a shrill voice, knelt on the ground, stretched out his fist full of veins, and smashed desperately on the stone slab of Golden Wing Square, dripping blood but still didn't know it, hissed and screamed, his voice terrible. The woman turned her head and looked at the burning bronze cauldron, tears streaming down her face. She stretched out her hand and gently touched the fiery cauldron with a sad face. Then she turned her head and looked at the stage gently. Then he said to Meng Tian slowly: "Brother Meng, tell him, don't forget what he said." Meng Tian was shocked, this sentence of "Brother Meng" seemed to pull him back thirty years ago in an instant, no amount of stern words could move him in the slightest, but such a simple address made the man's hands feel uneasy. trembling in control.He wanted to come forward with every step, and whispered like a nightmare: "Bai Sheng..." However, at this moment, the woman in white suddenly turned around, moving swiftly like a shooting star, and bumped her head on the huge bronze cauldron! "Bai Sheng!" "Mother!" "Ah!" A huge exclamation sounded at the same time, and tens of thousands of people in the Golden Wing Square shouted at the same time, and saw that the woman's forehead was like a spring of blood, holding the giant cauldron with her hand, and fell limply. "Quick! Quick! Call the imperial doctor!" Meng Tian hugged the woman's body, his tough expression finally disappeared, and shouted to the guards below in panic. "Mother!" Yan Xun staggered up the Jiuyou Terrace, threw himself on the woman, pushed the general away fiercely, and shouted loudly. The sky and the earth are angry, the vegetation is sad, the sky is full of thunder, the north wind is howling on the ground, and the snow is falling all over the sky. The woman slowly opened her eyes, looked at the child's face, and smiled gently, but it only caused more blood to spray out. out. "Mother!" Yan Xun's eyes were filled with tears, blood was everywhere in his hands, and he shouted in despair, "Why? Why did this happen? My father is gone, my elder brother is gone, all my relatives are gone, even you Do you want to leave Yan Xun too? Mother! Why?" The woman's tears flowed down slowly, she raised her hand with difficulty, and held her child, "Xun'er...promise me, if you want to live, even if life is worse than death, you have to live, don't forget, you still have a lot of things to do." did not do." "Mother!" The woman's eyes suddenly became dizzy. She was lying on the pitch-black Molan stone, covered in white clothes with bloody flowers, like a plum blossom in full bloom.A plain face is like bluegrass, the white is almost transparent, she smiled lightly, her voice was low and inaudible, and she said like a mosquito: "I always thought that my favorite is the Qingshan Yashan in Biantang, where there is no winter, no snow, the year There are no four seasons, no autumn and winter. But now, I know I was wrong, everything I love most is in Yanbei, and now I have to go back to find them." Suddenly, she seemed to see the clear sky above the layers of dark clouds, and the distant Yanbei Grassland. The man with bright eyes was riding a horse, running towards her from a distance. Echoing in the air, the mountains in the distance echoed in unison, shouting together with his voice: "A Sheng..." "A Sheng, I want to give you all the best things in the world. Tell me, what do you like the most?" The man sat on the horse and laughed loudly. Fool, I already have the best things in the world, our home, our children, and our Yanbei. Swiping down with the wrist weakly, the stern north wind suddenly blew across the sky above Zhenhuang like a blade, and the eagles and poisons flew furiously against the wind, the black feathers on their wings were blown away by the hurricane, and they whizzed down with the snow all over the sky! "Mother!" The boy hugged the woman's body, his eyes were like blood, and instantly fell into the boundless long night! The eight-year-old child was guarding his side, his fists clenched tightly, his little face was pale and bloodless.The cold wind blew in, blowing away the messy hair in front of the child. She suddenly raised her head and looked towards the Shengjin Palace in the north with sharp eyes. There, it was majestic, majestic, majestic and full of overwhelming majesty and oppression. That day, a sharp thorn suddenly pierced into the child's heart. She clenched her fists tightly and pursed the corners of her mouth, without saying a word for a long time.However, there is a seed that has grown deeply rooted in her mind. It has been carved over the years and watered by wind and rain. One day, it will grow into a towering ancient tree with lush branches and leaves! In the wind and snow, the death knell continued, and in the majestic Shengjin Palace Chengguangzu Temple, a black figure slowly turned around, walked along the long corridor, step by step into the heart of Daxia, the lights flickered It shone behind him, stretching the shadow very long.