Chapter 43 Chapter 43 One day

April 19th in the 466th year of the Bai Cang calendar was an unforgettable day. On that day, the Xiwang family of Yanbei Town was brutally slaughtered except for the son of Yan Xun who had been hostage in the imperial capital all year round. After they died, they could not rest in peace. They were tortured by fire on the Jiuyou Terrace in front of the Shengjin Palace. At this point, the Yanbei Lion Banner, which was once powerful in northern Xinjiang, began a long silence. While the imperial nobles who tried to carve up Yanbei's land clapped and drank each other, a grand celebration was held on the northwest prairie.The eleven tribes of Quanrong gathered together, presided over by Nayan Minglie, the Great Khan, to celebrate the decline of the Yanbei Lion Clan, to celebrate the unlucky death of Yanshi City, and to celebrate the selfless sacrifice of the emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty for their Dog Rong. The family opened up a piece of fertile and thick soil in the northern border, and the great Dog Rong god blessed this sturdy nation. From this, they firmly believed that no one could resist the blades of the grassland men anymore.

At this moment, in a remote and narrow room in the dilapidated dry gate, the cold wind howled, the roof was covered with snow, there was no brazier, no heating system, only a dilapidated bedding, which was black and dirty, emitting a foul smell the taste of. Outside the door, there was the sound of soldiers drinking and punching, and the smell of meat wafted into the room far away. The young man's complexion was pale, but his forehead was hot, his lips were chapped, with unhealthy white skin, and his sword eyebrows were tightly wrinkled. Together, big drops of cold sweat slipped from the temples, the black hair was soaked, and the bang bang sound echoed in the room continuously. The eight-year-old child struggled to lift up the chair, and then hit the ground heavily, repeatedly , finally disassembled a chair into a pile of scattered firewood.She took a long breath, wiped off her sweat, and then lit a pile of torches in the middle of the ground. The firewood crackled, and the room became warm immediately.Carefully boiled a bowl of water, the child climbed up the cold pit, held up the boy's head, and called softly: "Yan Xun, wake up, drink some water."

The young man could no longer hear the sound, and did not respond at all when he heard the words.The child frowned, picked up a rough chopstick from the rice bowl on the table, knocked open the boy's teeth, and poured hot water into it. A "cough cough" cough sounded immediately, Yan Xun's chest vibrated violently, and he coughed loudly, spit out all the water he had just fed, Chu Qiao looked carefully, there were traces of blood swimming in the water move.Her chest suddenly felt tight, she pursed her mouth tightly, sniffled her nose, then climbed out of bed and continued to boil water.

"Yan Xun?" As night fell, the coldness in the room became unbearable. The child covered the young man with fur and quilts, and he only wore a thin coat, curled up against Yan Xun like a small animal. Holding a white porcelain bowl by his side, he said softly, "I added water to the rice to make porridge, you get up and drink some." The young man did not speak, as if he had fallen asleep. Under the moonlight, his face was as pale as paper, but there were traces of eyeballs moving in his tightly closed eyes. Chu Qiao knew that he was not asleep, he kept waking up. I just don't want to open my eyes.

Chu Qiao sighed slowly. She put down her rice bowl, hugged her knees, and sat down against the wall. Outside the door, it was snowing heavily, and through the decayed doors and windows, she could still see pale tree hangings under the moonlight. The child's voice was very low and slowly Huan said: "Yan Xun, I am a slave. I have no rights, no power, no relatives, no reasons. My family members were all killed. Some of them were beheaded, some were sent to prison, and some were beaten to death." , some had their arms cut off and thrown into the lake to feed the fish, and some were raped at a young age, and their corpses were loaded into a carriage, like broken garbage. This world should be fair, even if slaves, even Bloodlines are lowly, but they should also have the right to live. I don’t understand why people are born with different ranks, why wolves are destined to eat rabbits but rabbits can’t resist? But now I understand, it’s because of rabbits I'm not strong enough, I don't have sharp claws and teeth, if I don't want to be overlooked, I have to stand up by myself. Yan Xun, I am very small, but I have patience and time. The debtors of Zhuge's family, None of them can run away, I must live and watch them pay the price for what they have done, or even if I die, I will not rest in peace."

The boy's eyelashes trembled slightly, his lips were pursed, the snow was flying outside the window, and the cold wind blew in along the window, making a whooshing sound. The child's voice became more and more deep: "Yan Xun, do you still remember what your mother told you before she died? She said that you should live well, even if you don't die, you must live well, because you still have a lot of things to do .Do you know what it is? It's bearing the burden of humiliation, sacrificing courage, waiting for an opportunity, and taking revenge on all those who killed your relatives! There are too many people's expectations and too many people's blood on you, There are too many eyes watching you from the sky, do you have the heart to let them down? Do you have the heart to let them die? Are you willing to die on this broken bed? Can you bear those who kill your parents and relatives? Can you sit back and relax and live happily all day long?"

The child's voice suddenly became hoarse, as if a knife had slashed across the ice, throwing up tiny icicles, and she said almost word by word: "Yan Xun, you must live, even if you are like a dog, you must live." Only by living can you have hope. Only by living can you have the ability to fulfill your unfulfilled wishes. Only by living can you get back what belongs to you one day. In this world, others can never count on it, but you can count on it , only you." The sound of heavy breathing suddenly sounded. The child got up, picked up the bowl, and brought it to the face of the boy who had opened his eyes. His eyes were bright and full of power, as if a raging fire was raging and burning wildly.

"Yan Xun, survive and kill them all!" A ray of light suddenly shot out from the young man's eyes, with bloodthirsty hatred and destructive unwillingness, he nodded heavily, and repeated in a low voice like a nightmare: "Live and kill them all!" The cold wind howled outside, and the two young children stood in a cold broken room, clenched their fists tightly. Many years later, Yan Xun, who had grown up, recalled that night again, and still had lingering fears in his heart.He didn't know, if he hadn't softened his heart for a moment and let go of the stubborn and disheveled little slave, if he hadn't helped the child repeatedly because of his curiosity, if he hadn't wanted to ask the child on a whim on the night of parting. Farewell, will everything of today disappear like a mirror image?Will that noble young man who has been well-clothed and well-fed all his life be knocked down by a huge disaster when his family is ruined?Will he end up full of sorrow but lonely and useless?

However, there are not so many ifs in this world after all, so, on that night, two children who had nothing had made a poisonous oath secretly in the ice and snow. Live, even like a dog, live! The long night was about to pass, and before dawn, Shengjin Palace sent an envoy to pass on the letter.No matter what the reason is, whether it's the uneven distribution of the spoils, or whether it's because the lips are dead and the teeth are cold, in short, under the joint pressure of other vassal princes in the empire, Yan Xun, the eldest son of Yanbei, who is not at fault, will succeed the throne of the Western King of Yanbei Town. However, time But he was suppressed after the ceremony of conferring the crown at the age of twenty.Before he came of age, the land of Yanbei was in charge of the Shengjin Palace and other feudal lords in turn, while Yan Xun's son continued to stay in the Zhenhuang Imperial Capital, under the care of the imperial family until he grew up.

Before that, there are still eight years, as long as another eight years. On April 21st, Yan Xun moved out of the Proton Mansion and moved into the Shengjin Palace, the most heavily guarded palace in the Great Xia Dynasty. That morning, the wind was howling and the snow was flying. Yan Xun was wearing Yanbei sable fur. Standing on the magnificent Zijin Square, looking at the Jiuyou Terrace and Zijin Gate not far ahead, behind them is the northwest of the empire.There used to be his home, the land where he grew up, and his beloved relatives.Now, they have all left him, but he firmly believes that they must be standing high above the sky, watching him quietly with open eyes, waiting for his iron hooves to step into Yanbei, into Shangshen. , Break through the He Tong Shan tie!

On that day, it was four months since the Imperial Western Expeditionary Corps sent troops. Although Shangshen Civil Rebellion was handled in a mess, he decisively found the culprit of the riot. The iron-blooded army once again used thunderous means to maintain the dignity of the empire.However, many years later, when the historians of later generations turned over the historical picture scroll again, they had to sigh that it was from this moment that the Great Xia Dynasty planted disasters for its demise in the future. Rebirth in the swamp, that is the determination and cruelty that ravages everything, abandons everything, and can burn everything. The blade of annihilation fiercely draws a bloodstain in the heart of the surviving boy. Dynasty, completely buried. "I thought that this kind of life would never end, just like the wind cruising on the Yanbei Plateau all year round, and the snow on Longji Mountain that never melted all the year round, but I was wrong, my eyes were blinded by the golden shackles, I I can't see the hidden ambition to annex the world, the killing of millions of corpses, and the weird and unpredictable schemes hidden after singing and dancing. Now, I will walk into the golden cage and bring my father, my mother, and The blood of sisters and brothers, but I want to swear to the sky in Yanbei, I am leaving now, and I will come back one day." The boy turned around, took the hand of the eight-year-old child, and walked straight into the heavy palace gate.The gate closed slowly with a bang, engulfing all the light in it. The strong wind howled, but was blocked by the tall city wall. Only the sharp eyes of the goshawk could look down from the sky and clearly see the two The figures, under the bloody sunset, among the grand palaces and towers, their figures looked so young, but they were so tall and straight. One day, they will blaze a trail side by side, and come out through this purple-gold and vermilion-lacquered gate with their heads held high! God firmly believes that there will be such a day!