Yes, they are all waiting for Chu Cheng to come home.
What about now? The wanderer returns, his family is not around...
We used to be people in two worlds, but now, we are really in two worlds, and we are left alone. They all went with him.
There used to be people walking around here, practicing martial arts in the martial arts field. Occasionally there was the sound of swords and swords. There are girls laughing or sitting by the pond doing laundry. Or watch Mr. Hou and Butler Liu sitting under the poplar tree and playing chess.
There was a lady, in front of everyone, holding a middle-aged man's ear and arguing.
Chu Cheng opened his eyes, and the scenes were shattered like glass. There is only a lonely and cold courtyard and a dilapidated house.
The warmth and beauty that once existed no longer exist. The laughter went nowhere, leaving only a sigh.
He was very sad. Although he had direct contact with her for less than half a year, he still felt the warmth of home.
Although they are not Chu Cheng's real relatives, they still have the blood of their parents in their bodies. This is a love that keeps cutting.
Sometimes, he also thinks that it would be nice if his family could live like this, but now... his family is gone.
He glanced at the night sky, moved his steps, and walked towards the kitchen.
Li Ying on the side didn't know what he was going to do, but she followed him anyway.
"Click." The wooden door was pushed open, and a layer of gray sand fell.
He walked into the kitchen and looked into the room. There was only some cured meat inside, and the original vegetables and fresh meat had long since rotted.
Chu Cheng walked to the rice vat, took out two ladles of rice, rinsed it with water, poured it into the pot, and cut a few slices of bacon.
Li Ying knew Chu Cheng's intention and took the initiative to start a fire. The wood ignited, illuminating the dark surroundings.
The fire became more and more prosperous, the water boiled, and the aroma of rice began to rise.
White smoke lingered around, Chu Cheng watched quietly, waiting for the rice to be cooked.
Before leaving, he wanted to taste home for the last time.
Then, go kill someone.
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The new year's day of the four qi, the beginning of longevity. Kyoto is beautiful tonight. The lights of thousands of houses on the streets complement the stars in the sky, making the silver-white snow shine even brighter.
The sound of firecrackers sounded in the distance, and a red light rose from the ground and shot into the sky.
The fireworks were gorgeous and spread out in all directions like starlight, making it impossible to tell whether it was the light of the human world or the stars in the night sky.
The gurgling water is illuminated by the firelight. The melted snow water dripped from the branches beside the stream, falling into the stream like light rain.
The water splashed into the burning candles of the lanterns. Under the sloshing, the red fire on the water was extremely bright.
Many boys and girls stood on the shore, looking at the lanterns they had set up, silently making wishes, or watching the fireworks with joy that day.
It’s spring again, and Junlan City is peaceful.
A young man in white stood on the shore, watching the people laughing and chatting with each other, watching the fireworks all over the city, watching the water flowing between the stream and the lanterns, silent.
The night light and firelight reflected on Chu Cheng's face at the same time, illuminating the gloom on his face.
Today is a good day, everyone is immersed in joy, only one person is in sadness.
Chu Cheng slowly raised his head and looked into the distance. Across a city wall, he could still see the palace emitting a soft light toward the night sky.
In the night wind, there was a faint sound of melodious music, bells and chimes ringing. Deep in the palace, there was singing and dancing.
Chu Cheng didn't understand why a faint king was still qualified to enjoy the peace that only existed in a peaceful and prosperous age. He didn't understand why there was such leisurely time when there were constant wars on the border, and why! Kill loyal ministers in succession!
There is no doubt that such a country will be destroyed by the enemy in a few years.
The people of Junlan City were immersed in this good night. The red stream reflected by the fire was gurgling. The water is very clear and you can clearly see the bottom of the stream.
Yes, the running water is very clear, so clear that it can be stained with a thick layer of blood.
Chu Cheng's consciousness was very wide, so wide that he could see a tall tower in the distance. The first thing that caught the eye was the long, sticky hair, and then the lifeless faces.
That high tower is called Junlan Tower, and there are a bunch of heads piled on it. There are more than a thousand heads.
On the top, the highest place, hang three heads. Those were Chu Cheng's grandfather and parents.
Although it was winter, under this month, those heads had already begun to rot.
Chu Cheng's heart felt like it had fallen into an abyss, shattered into pieces, and felt like it had been hit hard by a hammer weighing ten thousand pounds.
It was as if all the air had been sucked out of him and he fell into a vacuum, unable to breathe.
"Young Master?" Li Ying behind her saw that Chu Cheng's face was pale and she called out hurriedly.
This call woke Chu Cheng up, but his eyes were full of cruelty.
He walked to Li Ying and said softly, and then walked towards the crowd.
Flowering lanterns flowed in the clear stream, and suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and the sound of rain sprinkled on the stream.
"Boom!" Immediately afterwards, something fell to the ground, rolling on the ground.
This is a human head, still laughing, with wide eyes, leaving behind the terror before death.
There was a short period of silence, the previous laughter was gone, and then screams broke out.
Some people were so frightened that they remained motionless, while some people ran as hard as they could to escape from here.
But, how could they escape?
As soon as the flying sword came out, wherever it went, heads fell to the ground one by one.
One, two, three... As many as died in Chu Mansion, as many as died here.
The fireworks are still going off, and the colors are spreading. Illuminating this blood full of death.
This is spring after year, the beginning of a year, and the end of them.
A long line flew out, tied the heads together, and walked towards the palace.
Walking in the Huangguo Palace, stepping on the bluestone on the ground, I felt the chill that spread deep into my bones.
A pile of heads behind him left long traces as he walked along.
There are men and women here, old and young, all of whom were beheaded with a sword and died with their eyes open.
These people were not the murderers who caused the Chu family to be destroyed. However, Chu Cheng felt that it was a misfortune for these people to live in such a country.
So he killed them. Five of the eighteen cities of the Huang Kingdom have been massacred by Chu Cheng, and together with Junlan City, there are six cities.
Li Ying behind her carefully held the bodies of Chu Cheng's three family members. Looking at the heads on the ground, she felt that Chu Cheng had gone crazy.
Crazy? is crazy. His family died because of him, and a loyal minister was wiped out...
And the people still took this tragedy as their after-dinner tea talk. In Chu Cheng's eyes, he should die.
Chu Cheng, he is really crazy.
