Changfeng's leap almost threw me away.
My eyes could not withstand such light, and now they are even more blind. I think it will take a few days to recover. I had no choice but to reach out and press his forearm. He said in a low voice: "It is exactly between the two armies."
No wonder Changfeng was so frightened.
"I will say you are Xiangrui." He seemed to be smiling.
I didn't comment, but just listened to the sounds of chaos that seemed to appear in the neatly organized ghost army. Frightened by being so close, the horses under him had already galloped away, and they reached an unknown place. There were the wails of people falling to the ground and the sounds of horses being restrained in a panic.
"Basil Jiyu." His words were spoken coldly, with a strong sense of ridicule.
God wants to kill you, so don’t blame me for being unkind and unjust!
Changfeng galloped again, and I almost heard the sound of his long sword cutting through the night wind. It's not deep and strong like the dragon's roar, but it's so murderous. I dare not think about it, if I could still see at this time, what would be the scene in front of me?
The Basiljiyu who made him compromise and make an alliance, the Basiljiyu who took away the old emperor he had so easily kidnapped, the Basiljiyu who killed his brother, and now the Basiljiyu who is like a drowned dog! Jimo Dongli had no reason not to kill him. Now, even the emperor's order did not need to be taken lightly.
emperor!
I was shocked when I heard the sound of the sword cutting through bones.
Emperor, where is the emperor of Fuqi?
Nothing came of it. The entire Guifang army was wiped out. However, even in other states, there was no sign of the old emperor.
Even though Jimo was really no longer under the control of the titular emperor at this moment, when he heard the news, his brows were still furrowed, and he completely lost the excitement of chasing Basil Jiyu.
After all, in the eyes of the southerners, he was still an emperor. Not to mention the popular sentiment, Pingjing was already regarded as the capital. If the old emperor fell into the hands of Jimo, he might be able to acquire a large area of land in the south without any bloodshed. Now, I just heard the news that life or death is uncertain. This is not news. The Fuqi royal family is restless. Should they appoint a new king or stay put? The prince died for the country and the emperor disappeared, which means a new king was established. Who could it be? At this juncture, is there anyone in the royal family who has not been criticized by the people of the world? What should we do if a new king takes power but the old emperor has not yet died?
There was no news, and both Jimo and Nanting were equally anxious.
That day, when the sun was setting in the west, I looked up and saw a touch of hardness on his face. His outline was still that of a soldier, with a faint bookish air, but his eyebrows were a little darker.
He rarely visits me, and I never visit him. We know each other's situation well, but no one will take that step. He was tired and I was distant.
Yesterday Mao Leg came to make trouble, saying that he had caught a cold and fell ill. I was asked to look, but I didn’t move.
If he doesn't tell me, I won't know. After all, it was not a time when the war was intense and lives were at stake. Even thinking that I would have some free time to get sick was a luxury at that time. At this time, taking advantage of the calm momentum that Guifang had just been wiped out, it would be good to force him to rest on the couch for a few days. The clinker came today. He was very tall. When he bent down to enter the tent, he put a hand on his mouth and coughed. I looked at the way his shoulders were shaking, and suddenly felt a little sour.
I don’t know how long it will take before these shoulders will stir up the world again.
Guifang's power was completely wiped out, and the large area of land north of other states that he annexed fell into his hands, and Fu Qi would not let it go. After fighting for so long and planning for so many years, he didn't know how to negotiate peace, let alone Fuqi's pampered nobles. This battle must still be fought, and it will not be over until one side stares and takes its last breath. I don't understand the rules on the battlefield, but I just watch them living on a knife's edge every day, hungry and full, fighting for that inch of land, and not having a peaceful sleep for months and months. I'm tired. He didn't say he was tired, but I looked exhausted.
"They said that they will prepare for the enthronement ceremony in a few days." His words were neither light nor serious, as always, without any emotion.
I raised my head and looked at his face. Apart from his sick look and tiredness, there was nothing else.
Indeed, he has already occupied half of the country and can no longer be called a general. Before long, he would return to the capital and enter the palace he had worshiped every day, but this time, he was the master there. Perhaps, this way, he wouldn't have to charge forward in person every time.
He propped up the table and sat across from me. He put his elbows on the table and looked at me. He suddenly smiled and said, "If I become emperor, will you marry me?"
He had asked this question many times, but this time, he said that he wanted to be emperor, as if this would make everything different.
Indeed, from the defeated general who colluded with foreign enemies, to the "leader" of the secret army in the mountains, to the majestic general, finally reaching this point, everyone will know his existence and will be grateful for his existence. It was as if his breath was a gift from God to the human world.
The most important thing is that he is a general, so some people don't have to listen to what he says. He is the emperor, and what he says, even if it is nonsense, must be listened to by everyone in the world. I know that he must make Fuqi's royal family do the same, and they will kneel down even with a casual joke at him.
Has Fuqi ever treated him badly?
Not to mention. General Liao was riding a crane, so the court tried his best to reward him with gold, jade and treasures. He suffered a defeat but did not arrest him for questioning. However, after all, this is to protect one's own selfishness, and it cannot be regarded as unfair treatment, nor can it be regarded as generous. What's more, he had already turned against him before he took office.
The big guy and the others have been waiting for him in the mountains for five years. Before this, he had spent so much effort to assemble such an army. It looked like a straggler, but it was loyal to him to the core.
Others looked at his journey, and it was smooth sailing, and he was sweeping the country. In less than a year, he had not suffered any defeats, destroyed the ghost party, and ascended the throne. The time I spent with him was no more than a year. To say it was by his side was a bit far-fetched. Just looking at him, from the north to other states, seemingly in one go, he leaped his horse and whipped his whip, but I don't know how many years he had been preparing for it. Even he himself couldn't count the wounds on his body without showing me.
"If I become emperor", how far did he go before he had enough confidence to say it?
But I just shook my head.
If you don't marry, even if you become the Jade Emperor, I won't marry either. The more prominent your status is and the more outstanding your achievements are, the less I can marry you. Not every time you say auspiciousness comes from heaven, God will take care of your face. I am not auspicious, just a ghost. If you are a stupid commoner, you can hide me and take care of me. But if you are a high-ranking emperor, you will not have the power to cover the sun for me.
I can't see the light after all.
His face was stiff, but he still had a smile, as if he had known the answer. He sighed softly, helpless but relieved.
"That's good." He nodded, "I will become a monk emperor and cultivate my moral character, which is quite good."
I looked at him, and his eyes slanted away, and after a while he secretly turned back. He is becoming more and more unruly. When he sits on the throne, can he still dance?
Doesn't he know how important the royal bloodline is? At that time, he knew that as a direct descendant, the prince could not stay.
Seeing that I looked slightly unhappy, he added, "I'm afraid that Hairy Legs will be chirping and clamoring to crowd people into the palace. His temper is very troublesome."
Yes, Hairy Legs' temperament would indeed do such a thing. It's just that you see how hard he works when he goes into battle to kill the enemy, and it's hard not to be rewarded with a knighthood.
"When I get there, I will order someone to take you to the palace and keep you there for a while. Those girls will be ashamed of themselves."
His eyes were smiling, as if he were talking about the future, and the light in his eyes was dazzling. However, I never make anyone feel ashamed. When they see me, they are just scared to death.
"Liao Nan, I must have known you in my previous life." He said such outrageous words, but his tone was full of certainty, "Otherwise, how could I have fished you out of such a dark hole in this life? Do you know the same?"
The black cave is probably my "boudoir" in Liao Mansion.
"How many people can accidentally bump into your door? You said." A smile was already on his lips.
No, he is the only one who has come here by accident since he was a child, and he is the only one who looks like a fool when he sees me. His smile did not look like that of a man who ruled the world.
"If you don't marry me, who can you marry?" He tilted his head and looked at me.
I ignored him.
He lowered his head and counted something with his fingers, like a child. Counting and counting, only a few fingers. After a long while, he frowned and looked up at me, and said, "Could it be that you are still thinking about Mr. Xu? He is the only one who is closer to you on weekdays. He is so celestial and spiritual that you may not be able to get along with him."
He didn't know that the first time he appeared in his father's mourning hall, he looked even more like an elusive god. But looking at it now, this impression is completely gone.
I don't want to pay attention to his unreasonable troubles. He is the son of a dragon and I can't reach him.
He suddenly shrugged and coughed. When he raised his eyes, his eyes were filled with scarlet red. He is a fool, but I am not. When I reached over, his forehead was already hot. He was still smiling with his eyes narrowed. I looked at him and pointed at the door.
He stood up, rubbed his nose gently, exhaled, and said: "We will return to the capital tomorrow. You can simply clean up." It was like the way he was when he first came in, with a tepid hug and an empty expression. Tone. It was clear that there was no emotion in people's hearts, but there was a feeling of discomfort.
He opened the curtain and saw the setting sun. He turned around and saw a side face and a back. For a moment, he felt a little lonely and vicissitudes of life.
Everyone loves a beautiful beard, but he didn’t keep it because he thought it was troublesome. Just now, I saw the green stubble on his lips. If he hadn’t been joking about it, I would have thought he was old. It’s less than a year old, so why are you old? I have no idea.
Can war really make a person profound?
Back then, in the mourning hall of Liao Mansion, was the shadow cast by his brow so deep and heavy?
Sighing, what can I do?
