Su Ziji was slowly descending, surrounded by darkness, endless darkness.
There was only one bright spot that gradually enlarged.
In addition, there is the sound of water, but no water can be seen, only the sound of flowing.
"Huangquan?" Su Ziji frowned. He suddenly sank, but he had already landed. He suddenly raised his head and saw only darkness. There was no sun around him, and there was gray mist. The visibility was extremely low. A little further away, There are lights.
Su Ziji stepped on the ground and found that it was a piece of land, covered with dust. A road slowly emerged under his feet, and suddenly there was a light, and a mansion appeared.
It's a bit wrong to say it's a mansion, it should be called "palace" instead.
"Sure enough, it's here again." Su Ziji looked at the Prince's Mansion and opened the door silently.
Just when he opened the door, a stream of blood rushed directly to his face. Su Ziji's expression remained unchanged and his eyes swept over. At this time, it was quiet and desolate outside the door, and it was a hell inside.
Starting almost one meter away from the gate, every few steps there is a corpse in a tragic death state, scattered everywhere, most of them are servants and maids. Occasionally, there are also warriors lying dead on the spot.
But the moment they appeared at the door, the corpses in different postures seemed to have changed slightly.
The face of the corpse could be seen. Although it was described as tragic and motionless, its eyes were moving.
As Su Ziji walked over, their eyes also turned.
It was really weird to be followed by a group of corpses in this otherwise terrifying place.
Su Ziji strode over with a trace of disgust on his lips.
The clothes he was wearing at this time were obviously not casual clothes for the body. They seemed to be the crown clothes of the king, but they were a little different. The back hems dragged the floor and made a rustling sound as he walked in quickly.
It was like someone was following closely behind him, adding to the terror in the dead silence and strange place.
Su Ziji was not surprised by the changes here. The last time he came here, the Prince's Mansion had been slaughtered, and there were corpses everywhere. Although it was not as eerie as the deathly silence now, it still had a different kind of terror.
Compared with then, the current Prince's Mansion was no different to Su Ziji.
Anyway, he was just looking for someone. The anxiety in his heart only increased when he came here, and he was not in the mood to pay attention to this environment.
He kept going in until the surroundings became more and more familiar, and finally he arrived in front of the courtyard where the prince committed suicide by taking poison. When he stood at the door and looked around, he saw a man standing with his back to the stairs, motionless and his expression unclear.
Su Ziji was silent for a long time, then walked over, stepped onto the steps, and asked: "Did you know that my wife Ye Buhui's sudden fetal movement caused the Qi of entering the Tao to overflow."
"Now is not the time. It is said that the emperor, your father, wants to refine the elixir of immortality. He lacks the Seven Orifices Exquisite Heart, which could lead to death."
"Obviously I had made thorough preparations in advance, but I was still defeated by this inexplicable accident. I thought about it over and over again, and I was very puzzled - is this the rejection of me by Zheng Chao's luck?"
"Why is this happening?" Su Ziji stared at the man's back with dark eyes: "Didn't you promise me to support me?"
"You're anxious." The man with his back to Su Ziji turned around and smiled lightly: "This is not good. With what you are doing, if you are upset and angry, you may not live long enough to fulfill your promise."
This man was the prince that Su Ziji had met before, and was now his nominal biological father and de facto father-in-law.
Su Ziji's eyes were startled. The current prince was dressed in imperial robes, his eyes looked like paint, and his face was smooth and smooth. How could he still be as desolate as he was after his death that day?
Sure enough, under normal circumstances, as Cen Rubai and many people who had met the prince thought, the prince spoke unhurriedly and with a unique calmness.
If you look closely, you can see that the prince's eyebrows are somewhat similar to Ye Buhui's.
The prince smiled, but his words were not polite, and continued: "As a father, I am naturally very happy that you care about me, but as a prince..."
His originally gentle expression suddenly changed, and the smile on his lips turned into a sneer. He asked Su Ziji unceremoniously: "...Do you think it is so easy for a country to change its prince from a civet cat to a prince because of the importance of a country's magical weapon?"
Saying that, without waiting for Su Ziji's reply, he waved his hand.
The sleeves of the robe fell, and the surrounding environment changed. The courtyard where there were only two people originally turned into an endless battlefield. Surrounded by supporting soldiers.
"Shoot!" Someone shouted, but before he could finish his words, there was only a "buzz" sound, and a dense rain of arrows almost covered the sky and fell.
"Ah!" With the sound of breaking through the air, a large group of people fell down. The survivors did not die immediately and could only wailed and screamed miserably.
This situation suddenly appeared, even Su Ziji was shocked, and heard a series of jingling sounds.
The soldiers on the left and right waved their shields to block the concentrated fire. The arrows landed on the shields and made a sound. In the gaps, those who failed to guard against the stray arrows groaned and fell down one after another.
In the distance, there was a "boom" sound as the crowds of people rushed forward, and the flood flowed like a flood after the gate was released. It collided hard and set off a wave of blood all over the sky.
In just a moment, stabbings, slashes, and stabs collided with each other, and the splash of blood soaked the ground in an instant.
"Kill, kill!"
Countless soldiers sacrificed their lives. The corpses were piled up one after another regardless of the enemy or friend. The flowing blood gathered into a stream. The fireworks were billowing further away. Could it be that the city was broken?
"My sons, follow me."
Suddenly there was a commotion among the enemy troops, blood splattered, and a team of men and horses emerged from the corpse and rushed over.
The leader wielded a Fang Tian painted halberd and was wearing heavy armor. The light of the halberd swept down a group of them. He shouted loudly and hit several sharp spear points. He hit a group of enemy soldiers and flew them away, screaming and falling down.
"This is Zhang Wenzhong, the brave general who founded this dynasty. He made many meritorious deeds and was named a vanguard. He defeated the Wei army general Ma Xuanwen. This battle was a very critical battle in Nanping. In order to break the enemy's momentum, he broke into the enemy's formation and died fighting hard."
"Taizu was granted the title of Marquis of Changxing, with the posthumous title of Zhongxian, and was promoted to Duke He Guo."
Su Ziji was silent for a while, and when he looked up, he saw countless people fighting and sacrificing their lives. Even in the Wei army, even in the last years of the dynasty, some generals shouted: "The imperial court has been raising soldiers for five hundred years. I am here to fight, and I will die today." , all the generals will charge and kill with me."
"Isn't it wonderful to die fighting for your country?"
The killings that keep flashing are like every dead soldier in troubled times, fighting with weapons in hand, struggling to survive, killing the enemy, being killed by the enemy, falling to the ground and integrating with the earth, turning into a pile of bones...
Behind them, there are many shadows of ordinary people. This is not surprising. In troubled times, ordinary people are like grass and grass. In order to survive, they will risk everything. And every soldier who fights on the battlefield is also the son and husband of the common people. ,Father.
Su Ziji was so fascinated that he even seemed to see translucent faces appearing in the sky above this majestic battlefield. They were either frowning attentively, or crying sadly, or burning the midnight oil to do things, or arguing with others. People all wear different official uniforms. Although they have different ranks and are their own masters, they all work hard and put their wealth and lives on them.
"Come." The prince motioned to Su Ziji, asking him to follow.
After saying that, he walked forward by himself.
