Chapter 196 Chapter 4 Steel

There is a kind of person whose veins flow not with blood but with steel. The fire was burning, bright red, like hot blood, the sharp arrow broke away from the golden crossbow, and hit the heart of the sun, the howling of the gods came from the sky, blood dripped into rain, the earth broke, mountains collapsed, sea water rolled, Pulling up the majestic ice peak, the world is a huge melting pot, in which the blood and tears of the common people are cooked. In the boundless darkness, his eyeballs were turning rapidly, and the blood-red light covered his heart. He saw the pitch-black battle armor, the shark-green sword, the full moon in the dark night, and the vast sky. snow field.The fighting crowd fell down like a wheat field, piled up with flesh and blood, covering the sky and covering the sky, the poisonous goshawk swooped down, and the phosphorescence of carrion was shining on the claws.A strong wind blew up in the wilderness, surrounded by the sound of overwhelming fighting, the wind blew on his face, dry with sandy soil, as sharp as a knife.

The drums of war became more and more urgent, the enemy army came overwhelmingly, the ground was shaking, horseshoes were galloping, and the dark clouds were pressing on the top of the head, like fierce dragons. "kill……" "Kill kill..." "Kill kill kill..." His eyes suddenly opened, and all the illusions disappeared in an instant. He was lying alone on a dragon bed that was bigger than ordinary people's bedrooms. Golden dragons were embroidered on the dark black satin, and he looked up at the hideous eyes so flamboyantly. The corners of the head, the golden silk thread, can shine sharply even in such a dark room.

He didn't move, didn't speak, the temple hair on his forehead was slightly damp, but he didn't use his hands to wipe away the sweat slowly flowing into his neck. It was too quiet at night, there was no voice, no footsteps, no silkworms, not even the sound of the wind.Only his breathing, so slow, so heavy, one sound, one sound, another sound. No matter how long the night is, it will eventually pass. He has always been a patient person, before, now, and in the future. A faint red light suddenly flickered on the window, his eyes were drawn to it, he frowned slightly, and the servant's hurried footsteps came from outside the hall.

"What's going on outside?" His throat was a little dry, but his voice was always calm. "Reporting to Your Majesty, there is a fire at Changle Palace. The Water Dragon Bureau has entered the palace and is fighting the fire." The servant's voice was still high-pitched, and in such a night, it was so soft that it made people feel chills down the spine. He sat quietly on the bed, looking at the tree shadows outside the window, for a long time.Suddenly, he got out of bed, stood up, and walked into the bedroom barefoot.More than a dozen maids who were watching the night ran forward in panic, put on bright yellow nightgown and dragon boots for him, and he went straight out of the hall and strode towards Changle Palace.The head of the internal servants hastily called a large number of guards to accompany him, and the palace people followed behind with lanterns, meandering and winding, in a long row, heading towards Changle Palace in such a mighty way.

"Hit! Hit me to death!" Before approaching Changle Palace, the servant's voice sounded from afar.He walked over calmly, separated by a long winding canal, and saw under the moon gate in the corridor, several palace people were surrounding several young children, those children were pressed against the railing, and the servants They raised the board and slapped it hard one by one.Their trousers had been smashed, and their blood was sticking to their buttocks. At first, they could scream a few times, but after that, they couldn't even scream. "I set the fire! If you dare, kill me!"

A thin child suddenly shouted, she had been beaten into a shapeless figure, but her small face was still stubbornly upturned, and she said in a cold voice: "I only hate that I can't burn you Yanbei dogs to death!" These are the children left over from the previous dynasty. After Yanbei's army rushed into Zhenhuang, all the nobles of Daxia who had no time to escape were slaughtered bloody.Only these young children survived under the wolf knives of the soldiers.After all, at that time, they were just a group of five or six-year-old dolls. No matter how fierce and ruthless soldiers killed ten or eight, they would feel soft. However, who would have thought that these children who couldn't even remember things back then, How could he make such a crazy move today?

Changle Palace is the palace of the newly promoted Yumeiren. He turned over the signboard of Yumeiren tonight, and was temporarily tired, so he didn't go there. Hatred is indeed the hardest thing in this world, even if steel knives are devoured by raging fire, or icebergs melt under the scorching sun, hatred cannot be wiped out. "His Majesty." The chief servant knelt on the ground, his back was shivering. He didn't know why he was so scared, but he felt the cold creep up from his feet, and the trembling spread to his whole body, and he couldn't stop it. "Go back to the palace."

The brocade of the golden dragon on the black background swept across the branches beside him. He rushed over with great enthusiasm, only took one look, turned around and left. The night was still pitch black, like a pen dipped in ink, his figure disappeared in the black corridor, faintly visible, the cold wind blew past, kicking up fine fly ash on the ground, no sound could be heard, only The child's feeble screams and curses echoed in the sky. "I want to avenge my mother!" "Evil Yanbei dog!" "You guys must die!" "Our king will return! You will regret it!"

The night was long, the battle armor in the arsenal was stained with a layer of frost, and there was a river of blood under the moon gate, and the child's body was dragged out of the palace gate, thrown on the mass grave, and devoured by wild dogs. In this world, there are too few legends, and most of the unwilling people have died in the abyss of hatred, and those who can bear the humiliation and climb up may not necessarily be truly happy. But life is always better than death. He sat quietly in front of the window, with a white jade finger ring on the severed finger.The wrench finger was broken, and the inside was stitched with gold thread. He was wearing a small piece, and there were almost large gaps in some places. It was so tattered that no one would pick it up even if it was thrown on the side of the street.

He rubbed the worn-out finger with his fingers, the calluses on his fingertips were hard, and when he touched Baiyu's finger, he made a very soft sound.He lowered his head and looked at the faint patterns on his finger. Vaguely, the long sword in his heart seemed to be out of its sheath again, bloody and ferocious flickering, and a familiar face was reflected in the bright white sword light. "Do you regret it?" He sneered silently. Those emotions that ordinary people should have, such as vulnerability, such as fear, such as dread, or, what the child said, regret, he does not allow himself to have.

Because those things have no other effect except to make him feel sick. The great cause has been accomplished, the blood feud has been avenged, and he seeks benevolence and gets benevolence. Do you regret it? He closed his eyes, and a ray of light appeared from the far horizon, through the window, and shone on his sharp-edged face.The entire palace is made of ebony and obsidian, and when the sun is rising like this, it has a suffocating and depressing beauty. The blood of the Yanbei land flowed in his body, and his bones were filled with the stagnation that he had endured for many years. In his dreams, the long river flooded, and the soldiers and horses broke through the Zhenhuang Mountain.How could he regret it? He raised his eyes, only to see the vastness of the sky and the earth, and the flying birds circling. It was no longer like the embarrassment of the palm-sized piece in childhood, which dared not even stay in the moon. regret? He scoffed. On March 16th, an urgent report came from the governor of Dongye County, saying that a group of rebels had been captured, and one of them seemed to be of good status. The Ministry of Punishments immediately ordered that the man be brought to Beijing. Half a month later, the man was finally tied up in front of his eyes, but seeing sculpted eyebrows and phoenix eyes, high nose and thin lips, even in such a distressed situation, he still couldn't conceal his handsomeness and extraordinaryness. Yan Xun sat on the throne, looked at the former proud son of heaven, and did not speak for a long time.Instead, he raised his blood-stained face, looked at him with a faint smile, and casually greeted him like an old friend meeting: "Senior Yan, long time no see." Yan... Shizi... What a long-lost address, he nodded calmly and replied, "Master Jing Xiao." "It's been a long time since I saw you, Prince Yan's demeanor is even better than before." "Really?" Yan Xun said indifferently: "The little prince is a little different." Jing Han said with a smile: "Feng Shui turns around, flowers don't last a hundred days, and the world is changeable, which is normal." "The little prince can take it easy, he is worthy of being a hero." Jing Han suddenly laughed, shook his head and said: "The hero is dead long ago, and those who survived are just those who have to endure humiliation and try to survive. Thank you son, I will soon end this embarrassing situation for me." "It seems that the little prince is already a little impatient." With a look of emotion on his face, Jing Han lowered his head and saluted, "I hope that my son will be perfect." Yan Xun's gaze suddenly became a bit sharp, it was the spirit of walking among the army all the year round, like a murderous arrow, just one shot was enough to pierce eighteen layers of cowhide.However, in this man's eyes, he saw nothing. The sword can conquer the world, but it can never conquer the hearts of the people. In this ugly and dirty land, there are still some stubborn souls. He waved his hand casually: "I won't give it away." Jing Han smiled casually, his sleeves fluttering, even though his body was covered with scars, he still did not diminish the aristocratic spirit of the Tian family. "Your Majesty has a lot of things to do, so please stay." The sun shines through the window, casting bunches of apertures. Dislikes when he was young and vigorous, open and secret fights in the martial arts hall, and fighting for interests after growing up.After all, at the end of the day, he was still standing here, watching that man of noble birth and always proud, step by step onto the execution platform. His chin was raised slightly, and a small wind blew past his ears. For a long, long time, he didn't want to speak.There was a kind of tiredness that pierced into his heart without him noticing it for a while.It was so far away, but he seemed to hear the sound of the guillotine breaking the wind on the Jiuyou Terrace, blood spewed out of his neck, and the blood was soaked in bright red, and tiny blood droplets flew in the air, with a warm and fishy smell.The proud head fell into the dust, the body crawled, and could no longer stand upright, and the stubborn and fearless eyes would be closed forever after all. dignity?pride?Royalty?blood?stubborn?belief? All in all, what is important? How can someone who has never fallen to the bottom, who has never climbed out of the situation where he wants to die, understand what is most important? Everything is based on the premise of survival. If a person dies, there is nothing left. Living is the most important thing. He slowly opened his eyes, all civil and military officials knelt before him, the silence of the hall was chilly, the air pressure was so low that it was almost suffocating.He could clearly see that some people were trembling slightly, they were all afraid of him, maybe even hated him, but so what?After all, he is the king of this land after all, they all need to submit to him, that's enough, that's enough. The sky was shining brightly, shining on his tough face, this is the new generation of mainland king, the founding emperor of Dayan. He is Yan Xun, he is an evil ghost crawling out of hell, he is an unjust soul with a trace of soul left after a narrow escape, he will not regret it, never will. "Your Majesty, Queen Lanya of the Northern Ross Empire has sent us a distress letter again. Zhao Che has led troops to attack more than 20 countries north of the desert, and now he has almost taken the whole of Western Europe into his pocket." "Your Majesty, the Northwest Dog Army conscripted 300,000 soldiers and hoarded them outside the Meilin Pass. They are eyeing us and trying to plot evil!" "Your Majesty, the people of Princess Jing'an of the Tang Dynasty have been very active recently. The agents of the Ministry of Criminal Justice stationed in the northwest border have arrested more than a dozen spies of Princess Jing'an. We suspect that she has some kind of close connection with Northwest Quan Rong." "Your Majesty, there are floods in the east of the river and drought in the south of the river. This year's tax is four levels lower than in previous years. We need to take some precautions." "His Majesty……" There is a kind of person who is born to endure loneliness and pain. The wind and rain cannot break him, the sword cannot kill him, the fire cannot burn him, and adversity cannot overwhelm him. Because in his veins, what flows is not blood, but steel.