three watch drums

"...Your Majesty has committed many crimes." Xie Changlin said sarcastically.

"Don't dare, the accumulation of four generations is nothing more than that, and the devil master is afraid that millions of corpses will be buried with a wave of his hand." Su Heng retorted.

"...Excuse me, you two, move a little bit." Luo Ming propped up the huge barrier, stepped on the bones and punched the Yin soldiers, and listened to these two verbal swords. Even a well-educated civil servant was forced to speak ill at each other. , each other, why do you two have to be so humble?"

"..." The skull turned into dust under Luo Ming's ravages, and he sprinkled it on the bluestone board with great reluctance. He glanced at the people behind him with a fake smile, and said, "What we see is just a drop in the bucket, The real army may be blocked by someone... The two of you are so leisurely and carefree, you really are not afraid of turning the sky upside down."

No matter what Su Chan said, he was no more than a mortal body. He was a husband without the protection of his ancestors. The ice rising from the ground is comparable to a moat in the twelfth lunar month. Three feet are white, fish sink and geese fall, and everything you see is covered with a thin layer of frost. Ice crystals climb along each other and want to attack Su Chan's ankles. If it weren't for clams Beads protect the body, Su Chan must suffer from a cold.

Those Yin soldiers were fearless of death, they repelled a group and then condensed into a group, roaring and wreaking havoc in the palace wall. Su Chan held a cinnabar pen in his hand, using the silk cloth on his body as a medium, and with a flick of his fingertips, he wrote the word "reckless" Character.

The gold-plated shakuhachi slipped out of Su Chan's sleeve and hit the ground with a sobbing syllable. Su Chan sighed, and threw the cinnabar, the only self-defense, straightly, smashing the entire pile of white marble. The ground was smashed into pieces, the end of the pen and the tip of the pen were thrown into the air, and stuck into the soil.

The cinnabar sprinkled everywhere along with this parabola, and the soldiers who touched it felt like they were on fire. For a while, they hid inside and rushed outside, and both sides scattered into green smoke, hindering all the frizzy old and weak Being sick and disabled, he actually left Su Chan some clean land in an instant.

"Come out," he picked up the shakuhachi, and dusted off the dust on his head, "If you keep hiding, the fish in the pond will be innocent of this disaster, and I will strike first."

The shakuhachi wobbled, and finally, like a snail shedding its shell, a trembling soul emerged from inside, about seven or eight years old, with a huge golden ring around its neck, and a rich and noble face. , white and clean like a steamed bun just out of the cage.

It's a pity that the steamed bun was frightened, it was very frightening, it looked at Su Chan and shed tears.Generally, children of this age are concerned about saving face, and even when they cry, they mostly hold their mouths together and swallow.This little chubby obviously didn't care about these things, the wailing Su Chan thought he was the monster.

"Okay, okay," Su Chan squatted down, wiped his tears and snot with his sleeves, and coaxed the child into familiarity, "What's your name? Which family were you born in?"

Su Chan was very patient, and didn't urge him to answer. He patted the little fat man on the back lightly, and waited until the child was really tired from crying, before asking, "Do you know why you are here?"

Su Chan's voice was pleasant, gentle and soothing, rather than "hearing", it was more like a ray of wind blowing into his ears, the little fat man's mood gradually calmed down, and he looked at him with tears in his eyes.

This Taoist priest has a jade-like face, with a pair of soul-stirring peach blossom eyes. Words such as Qingfenglangyue seem to have materialized between his brows. On his left cheek, there is a romantic tear mole at the end of his eyes. Look but can't see it.It's just that the tear mole of a beauty in the world is the most suitable for sorrow, but he just likes to laugh. In an instant, he is like a red-tailed carp stirring up the spring water-a shocking side.

The little chubby hiccupped and suddenly learned to be embarrassed.

"My surname is Huangfu, Huangfuyu." Little Fatty said, and wrote a few strokes in Su Chan's open hand. He was afraid that he would not follow Mr. to study hard, and the writing was fragmented. "Come out a "Yu".

"Hmm..." Xiao Pangdun wrinkled his nose, and said again, "It's too difficult to write... Big brother, I still have a small character called Hesheng, you can call me Hesheng."

Su Chan smiled, and Qu Zhi held these three characters in his palm—"Huangfu" was the surname of the former emperor, and "Huangfuyu" was the name of the eldest son. Even if he couldn't write half a word, Su Chan still thought There are many.

The lingering aftermath of the earth-shattering blow of the cinnabar pen is still there, but it cannot withstand more temptations. Once the bones and ghost soldiers who acted on instinct did not sense the danger, they all gathered in a blink of an eye, as if they were afraid of Huangfuyu, so they dared not take it. too close.

"..." The minister fears the emperor, and the emperor fears the minister. The strategies of the previous dynasty are really a spectacle.

Huangfuyu had never seen such a grand and weird scene, he subconsciously hid in Su Chan's arms, hoping that this "immortal" could save him.He was wearing a brocade fur, and there seemed to be something stuffed in his left chest, which was bulging. Huangfu Yu nervously pressed it with his hands—things carved out of jade would never yield to the force of his palm, but were pushed out by him instead. A square look.

Su Chan's eyes narrowed slightly - no wonder these wild ghosts are under orders, this little chubby is still at a muddle-headed age, I'm afraid he hasn't even figured out his own identity... He is far from being an emperor with no authority The prince, with the seal of a country's jade seal on his body, is the king of a country who is in danger.

How can a father imagine that when the whole country is in ruins, he can buckle this life-threatening position on the body of a seven-year-old boy, so that even if he dies, he will die in an unseemly and uncomfortable way, trapped in a small In Shakuhachi, on the day of freedom, not only will he bear abuse and notoriety, but he will also be wiped out from then on. Unlike others, Huangfuyu is the spiritual sustenance of hundreds of thousands of Yin soldiers, and only he can resolve the unhappiness accumulated over the years. Willingly.

This soft and timid baby is the last emperor of the previous dynasty. If he can let go, the world will be peaceful in the future.

Huangfu Yu blinked his eyes in horror, tears and snot mixed together, he didn't know that he was responsible for the big responsibility.

"Hesheng," Su Chan said softly, "don't be afraid, these people are your subjects, they lived and died for you...you shouldn't be afraid of them."

"Subjects?" Little Fatty repeated.

When I was studying in the past, Master often mentioned this word, but he was playful and always liked to listen or not, ignoring the full expectations in Master's eyes.

The prosperous age has declined, the building will collapse, the emperor above ten thousand people does nothing, and the scholars who go deep into the palace walls can't be saved even if they sleep late at night. They can only hope that in the changing situation, a young and innocent child, hope him With the ability of a wise king and the ambition of a sage, I hope he can recast the foundation and put the livelihood of the people as the most important thing.

Although Xiaopangdun is young and the years spent in Shakuhachi Middle School have not grown, he is not a purely ignorant child. What he has to learn since he was a child is "national policy" and "people's livelihood", and he has followed his mother in his temper. His tenderness and his father's indecision are soft-hearted, because of Su Chan's words, he actually raised his eyes and looked around.

These yin soldiers are grotesque one by one, but they are not necessarily scary, and to some extent they also show a sense of humor like coaxing children.

The lame walks with a pacing, the pair without eyes and hands and feet, and the one with a hoe and a towel around it, like a farmer who has just landed... There is no standard for recruiting soldiers in the ghost world, except for a backbone It still looks like a bit, and everything else is just a fake.

These people all come from the previous dynasty - they are different from the living. The time of the living rotates with the sundial and is divided into four o'clock. The people who ruled this dynasty are also the people of "Great Chu".

And the dead can be a little more willful, they only recognize one dynasty and one emperor, even if they are buried in yellow sand, the sun and the moon change... all don't care.

Little Fatty saw the ghost's eyes, thousands of eyes were looking at him eagerly, and there were even some acquaintances among them, but it was a pity that these acquaintances seemed to have lost their minds, they only knew to stare, their green eyes probing Into the lapel of his clothes, the chubby flinched a bit, clutching the jade seal on his chest tightly.

This is something that my father entrusted before he died. He said that it weighed more than his life. Little Fatty didn't quite understand it, but he understood that a man is as good as his promise.

"Big brother..." The chubby man grabbed Su Chan's loose sleeves, clenched his teeth, and asked in a low voice, "Can you save them?" He said again, "If... If you can't save me, is there anything I can do to help you?"

Su Chan sighed softly, if he had survived ten years before, when this child came to rule the world, maybe one day he would be able to turn the clouds and see the sun, but it is a pity that this day never came, and no one was willing to wait.

"I always feel," the little fat pier muttered, "I met them here not too early or too late, and I just happened to meet here, maybe I came to rescue them... Mother said that the crops grow in the fields, and when I looked up, it was the people's plan." , that’s why I’m called He Sheng in small characters.”

He scratched his head in embarrassment, "Because my mother always said this sentence, I remembered it..."

What Xiaopangdun said actually reversed cause and effect.

These Yin soldiers were buried in the underground of the imperial city in the form of martyrdom more than 100 years ago. At that time, the former dynasty knew that it was powerless to return to heaven, so they wanted to use this method to restore the country.After waiting for so long, it was Huangfuyu who was waiting. As long as he hides in the gold-plated Shakuhachi Middle School, no matter how many years he has been around, he will eventually come back here one day. As long as he comes back, all the seals will be in vain in front of such a huge manpower. Withered grass is bound to be unstoppable.

So it wasn't just a coincidence, but because of him.