"The one who created the illusion is 'Tolerant' Morpheus, and the one who created these monsters is probably 'Diligent' Giuseppe, but there is still one person who is the most vicious and cruel person who kills people."
Han Dongwen's voice did not tremble with anger.
It was a kind of calmness that was full of hatred, but calmly analyzed the hatred.
Tilda replied: "Patience, Nancy, the leader of the Knights of Patience."
Han Dongwen nodded: "She will die."
A trace of bitterness flashed through his heart at the same time.
The several knight leaders in West Asia, as positive characters in that timeline, were not very popular.
Because his own camp didn't take many shots, except for Odu, who was the only one to score, Han Dongwen, who was playing in West Asia at the time, couldn't figure out the position of each of them.
It's actually Nancy.
Blonde, petite, beautiful.
Nancy was once regarded as Tilda's meal replacement and the good-looking Nancy of the Knights of the West Asian Church.
endure……
Han Dongwen felt a little ridiculous.
"It turns out that it is my people in Simeng who have to endure."
Xiao Hongdou stood beside the two of them and remained silent.
It was not the occasion for her to interrupt, but if she could really speak at this moment, she would just say nothing.
Bidige
How does Your Highness feel in your heart now?
Only then did she realize that she had no way to imagine it.
What if this is not the Five Cities of Wangying, but my hometown of Bianzhou?
What if it was me lying in that low room?
For the first time, she felt that someone could be so hateful.
No one spoke anymore.
The wind continued to howl.
After an unknown amount of time, the door of the low room creaked open.
Han Dongwen's eyes moved and he recognized the person walking out of the door.
It was the old man who stood up first, just to be worthy of his old friend.
Two officers and soldiers walked out of the door, one supporting the old man on the left and the other on the right, with expressions as solemn as frost.
Han Dongwen's heart felt cold.
"Your Highness, this first person failed to test the medicine. Under the power of the medicine, I am afraid that the condition will deteriorate quickly."
After Gongsun Changzheng stepped forward to hear the news, he turned around and walked to Han Dongwen, bowed his head and reported:
"It should... be dealt with as soon as possible."
The old man was supported by the guards.
It's better to say escort than support.
Han Dongwen took a deep breath and strode forward.
"Cough, cough—"
The pain in his body could hardly be seen in the old man's expression.
More of an air of not being able to let go.
Seeing Han Dongwen being escorted in front of him by Jiang Ningyun and Li Zai, he raised his head slightly and was stunned, then he knelt on the ground with difficulty.
"Caomin Zhang Zhongliang, cough cough - pay homage to your majesty."
The wind pulled at his gray beard and hair like a broken candle.
When he spoke, his chest was roaring like a bellows.
Is this the emperor?
Is this the son of Jingzong, now the king of Simeng?
Was he the one who took back Eagle Watching City from West Asia?
Looking back at Eagle City, he was about to collapse in the darkness before dawn.
"Zhang Zhongliang, what a good name."
Han Dongwen took a deep breath and filled his lungs with the cold wind.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, there are still people inside. Concubine Chi can do it..."
The old man murmured.
Under the pain, the old man's consciousness was almost unclear.
"To protect the people, I have to send you away before you get sick."
Han Dongwen felt that his legs were as heavy as lead.
"Send me away? Send me away..."
The old man's eyes were a little confused, but he showed a calm expression despite the painful cough.
"Ah...Okay, okay, you can't harm others, you can't harm others..."
Li Zai, who was behind Han Dongwen, took a step forward and held the hilt of Poria Thorn's sword.
The old man looked around in confusion, and when his eyes met Han Dongwen again, he suddenly showed a hint of joy.
"Caomin Zhang Zhongliang, pay homage to Your Majesty!"
He said it again.
He was really not awake anymore.
"Good name."
Han Dongwen also repeated it.
"You should call Your Highness, Your Highness has not yet ascended the throne, so you cannot..."
When the officer and soldier next to him spoke, Han Dongwen raised his hand slightly and cut off half of the sentence.
Zhang Zhongliang, who was kneeling on the ground, listened and looked a little confused. He looked up at Han Dongwen:
"No, I haven't ascended the throne...then is he, is he the emperor?"
The north wind is howling.
Han Dongwen stepped forward and took Zhang Zhongliang's arm to help him stand up, regardless of the officers and soldiers' attempts to stop him.
Only prisoners died on their knees.
"Is he the emperor? Is he the emperor?"
Zhang Zhongliang's eyes were clearly out of focus, and he muttered repeatedly.
Han Dongwen gritted his teeth and stretched his right hand towards Li Zai:
"Bring me the sword!"
The reflection of the torch jumped in Han Dongwen's eyes, and those eyes were completely different from Zhang Zhongliang's.
Keep looking at the old man in front of you, which is worth more than a thousand words.
"Your Highness, still..."
"Get! Sword! Come!"
His voice echoed in the empty night.
Like a thunder.
Empty and undisturbed.
The sword was held in Han Dongwen's hand.
Ice cold.
The hilt of the sword is obviously wrapped in cloth, but why is it so cold?
If you were just sitting on the high hall, would you ever feel the temperature of risking your life?
This is the sin of the country, and you must bear it with your own hands.
"Emperor, Holy One..."
Zhang Zhongliang murmured in his mouth, as if he remembered something, and grinned:
"Old Li Tou, we can go to Siyang! Go to see the Immortal Ceremony of New Year's Eve, and go see the Emperor!"
His skin began to turn black, and his voice was broken and incomplete.
Those out-of-focus children's eyes suddenly lit up again, with excitement like a baby:
"Caomin... Zhang Zhongliang... pays homage to... Your Majesty..."
"You are not a commoner, you are a hero."
Han Dongwen raised his sword.
"I will send you away."
"It's...the emperor...thank you...your majesty..."
Zhang Zhongliang tried his best to stand up straight, as if he had regained consciousness at the last moment of his life.
Han Dongwen gritted his teeth and raised his sword.
"I will send you away."
Snow fell on the blood-stained sword body.
The sword had penetrated Zhang Zhongliang's chest.
His body slid down from in front of Han Dongwen's body and was quickly lifted onto a shelf by officers and soldiers.
"A generous burial."
Han Dongwen said softly: "Leave the sword and get it again."
Zhang Zhongliang was taken away, and a new sword was presented to Han Dongwen's hands.
…
…
This happened overnight.
The time for testing the medicine can only be one night.
At dawn, it’s time to stop.
Han Dongwen was still standing quietly in the winter night, and the white feather cloak on his body had been dyed dark red.
No one moved, everyone stood like this all night.
Thirteen people have failed.
The sword has been replaced thirteen times.
All passed through Han Dongwen's hands.
No one spoke anymore, they just hoped that the damn sun in the east would come out later, and then later.
This long night was filled with moments of silence.
"boom!"
The door was pushed open.
Han Dongwen immediately raised his head and looked forward.
His hand suddenly loosened, and the fourteenth sword fell to the ground.
"It's done! It's done!"
It was Chi Hanqing's already hoarse voice.
She spent this night in tears.
In the low room, the fourteenth patient was lying just fine, his fever subsided.
Chi Hanqing, who was already a little numb, wiped away her tears in disbelief and quickly used magic to check her pulse.
It’s done.
found it.
it is true!
She stood up abruptly, pushed open the door of the small room, and shouted the news of success.
The first thing he saw was Han Dongwen, whose body was covered in blood and his shoulders were covered with flying snow.
So she ran over, completely disregarding her dignity.
Concubine Chi, whose face was full of tears, and Han Dongwen, whose royal clothes were stained with blood.
Perhaps the scene that should have appeared on the night of the rebellion and regicide is worth a thousand words now.
After all, it is not the tears of vengeance and the blood of a foolish king.
The light pierced the dusk of the night, and the golden thread of sunlight was outlined on the top of Bailan Mountain.
Its daybreak.
