Huaigui

In the first year of Tianxing, in March, it snowed heavily in Luoyang.

There was a sudden sound of fighting outside Wende's gate. The leader was riding a tall horse, with armor on his body, and a pair of sharp eyes like eagles were exposed from under the heavy helmet, looking straight at the Tai Chi Hall not far away.

The power center of the current dynasty is standing quietly in the snow all over the sky at this time, and there is no one guarding it.

He frowned slightly, turned off his horse, and all the troops behind him stepped up.

"Report! The imperial army outside Wufenglou gave up resistance!"

"Wang Lan, the guard of the Chongguang Gate, surrender!"

"The Changle gate guard and deputy general have been captured, waiting to be dealt with!"

"Fangzhumen has acquired everything from the Fuwei River—"

Hearing this, the silver-armored general Zhang Yang beside the main general laughed, and only cupped his hands towards the person diagonally in front: "In this way, several main gates are under control, and the final general congratulates the prince for fulfilling his wish!"

The man was noncommittal, took off his helmet, stopped the footsteps of Wanjun behind him, and walked through the long royal road alone.He has walked this road countless times. Since the time of the first emperor, he has measured it with his feet every day, but he has never been worried about it. Now that the time is right, he can finally walk with his head held high.

"My lord is going alone, I'm afraid—"

"Take hostages."

He stopped the lieutenant general's hesitation, he never stopped, he just looked towards the empty Taiji Hall, and thought: Everyone says you look like Xiaowu, you are a heartless person, then...

Let me see what you can do, Gao Jing.

In the Tai Chi Hall, it was the time of the court on weekdays, but no one came today, and the bright lights were never lit, only a faint candle lamp was left on the table, reflecting the pale face on the Jiulong seat.

Inherited from the beautiful appearance of the concubine, two small cinnabar moles each occupy the end of one eye, embellishing the deep gaze.They are bright red in color, like a stroke of magic, they don't look feminine, but because of their symmetrical positions, they add a bit of inexplicable treachery to this handsome face.

He sat in a dignified posture with a straight back, his shoulders hurt from the heavy court clothes, but there was still no expression on his face.

The sound of footsteps approaching, each time with the breath of the armor.

When he closed his eyes, he could hear the wind blowing frost and snow outside the Tai Chi Hall, and the approaching heavy footsteps, which made the carved beams and painted pillars tremble, and above his head was the Nine Dragons spitting beads, which were dim when the sky was dark. Light.

The scene three months ago was vivid in his memory, and it was also under such a heavy snow. He hurried through the night and arrived at the Ming Hall.

The sound was like a broken bellows pulling continuously, and the speech of the dying man was like a flash of light, and the words were suddenly clear, leaving only the twelve proverbs.In the prime of life, but with white beard and hair like an old man, Gao Jing's eyes are hot when he looks at it.

"Royal father..." He murmured softly, but was interrupted by the emperor's movements.

He then took Gao Jing's hand, held the Chuanguo Yuxi, and stamped the bright red seal on the bright yellow silk that had been written earlier - like blood, it hurt his eyes in the dark night.

The first is to win over Rouran; the second is to suppress Nanchu; the third...

The sound stopped not far away, and he opened his eyes, looking down at the heavily armed people under the steps.

Third, beware of King Yu.

He was very familiar with that face, and he was not surprised at the moment, he just sat there motionless, the corners of his lips were frivolous, like a relaxed greeting smile: "Who is it, so it is Uncle Huang."

"Naturally, I came to meet the Son of Heaven." The man smiled, took off his peek, revealing the sharp eyes of a falcon.

"Northwest, Zhengbei, and Zhengdong are attacking, and Yu Jiulu, Duanbu, and Yuzhou Iron Cavalry are besieging. Is this the king of Yu's audience with the emperor?" He stood up, and the gold and jade on the court clothes made a crisp sound with his movements, "Uncle Huang I didn't need so much courtesy, and such a big battle made me... terrified."

"Doesn't Your Majesty also have Jinwu Guard and Habayashi Guard?"

"A group of young soldiers, how could they be the opponents of Saibei's iron cavalry? Uncle Huang, don't you think so?" He smiled deeper, "But entering the Tai Chi Hall alone, I am also very surprised at their courage."

"Among the important ministers, you and I have been playing games for several years, and the outcome of each other has long been clear, unless you still have a hole card, such as... Helan's? Western Army?" The man showed a trace of contempt, "Ah, this king remembers, Your Majesty, the last bloodline of the Helan family was killed by you yourself."

When he was finally called by a certain name, his eyes surged with emotion for a moment, but he was relieved: "Uncle Huang is right, how many cards can he hide? It is Uncle Huang who would not hesitate to collude with foreign enemies to invade for this chair. After killing me, can you sit still?"

"This king can't sit still when he sees you!"

He saw that man raised his eyes, full of hostility, and gave an order, swords and soldiers poured in from outside the hall, two people were pushed and shoved, both of them were disheveled, the graceful woman was full of anger, and shouted: "Let go of me!"

His calm expression changed, and before he could speak, the guard kicked another young man's knee hard, forcing him to kneel down.

The boy was still terrified, and looked up at the front of the dragon chair: "Brother Huang, what kind of game is this, I don't want to play it anymore—!"

"This battle with Rouran, you can kneel down and watch slowly in the future. It's just that if only one of these two can live...Gao Jing, you and I have been playing games for half our lives, this king will give you this chance!"

"Absurd! You have come so far!" He finally lost Zhuang Su, walked down the stairs quickly, and immediately put the knife and ax on his neck.

The man said slowly: "Who do you choose, your mother's queen, or your stupid younger brother whom you have treasured all your life?"

The woman with her skirt dragging to the floor only had time to call out "Jing Er" when her mouth was roughly covered. Her face was flushed with swelling and she had no chance to speak again.Seeing this situation, the young man on the other side seemed to suddenly understand something, gasped for a few breaths, and cried loudly in front of the people, breaking the silence of the ground.

Gao Jing's heart heaved violently, and he stared at the person beside him with blood-red eyes: "Gao Hong...!"

The man still had a bit of a smile: "Maybe there is a third option, this king allows you to save the lives of their mother and child, what can you give in exchange for—"

"It turns out that Uncle Huang wanted my nephew's life." Gao Jing breathed a sigh of relief, "Why is this so difficult?"

"I didn't want you to die. It would be much more interesting to let you see how I level Helan Mountain." Gao Hong walked around the two of them twice, stepped on the young man's back, and pressed him completely on the cold bed with all his strength. On the floor tiles, "Make a comeback... Gao Jing, you are a smart person, you shouldn't do it for a fool... right?"

The young man's cries echoed in the empty palace, Gao Jing was held up by a sword and could not take a step forward, his eyes were unprecedentedly peaceful: "Could it be that Uncle Huang has been planning for many years, mobilizing teachers and mobilizing people, just to kill a fool?"

Gao Hong's complexion changed slightly.

"Ha!" Gao Jing laughed suddenly, "Or do you want to kill him...to make up for the regret of losing Yu'er?"

"shut up!"

"I respected you when I was young, and so did Yu'er, but uncle, even though the royal family is in the same line, there are distinctions between high and low! Even if Yu'er is here now, he will never recognize you!"

"Gao Jing—! Tell him to shut up!"

As the blade approached, Gao Jing waved his long sleeves, and his smile suddenly subsided: "Who dares to step forward?!"

The order of the emperor wiped out the surrounding fields, and for a while the soldiers were in a stalemate, and the two lost their sense of proportion while still watching the confrontation.When they entered Wendemen, everyone said that the outcome had already been decided. Seeing the current scene, they couldn't help feeling suspicious:

Maybe the world is really settled?

The snow is getting heavier, the yellow clouds are covering the day, and the sky is still as gloomy as the morning and evening when the sky is bright.The lights in the Tai Chi Hall were not turned on, and in the darkness, Gao Jing, who was supposed to be the most noble in the world, suddenly laughed mockingly.

Courtiers, military power, support from allies... relatives, lovers.

Sitting on thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, he lost everything.

Gao Jing looked at Gao Hong who was stepping on the young man's leg, closed his eyes, as if giving up something, and said helplessly, "I have been in charge of the country since then, and it has been three springs and three autumns. Prince Yu made a big gamble, and this game won beautifully."

A sternness flashed in his eyes, before he finished speaking, he slashed at the wrist bone of the sword soldier with his backhand.The man was caught off guard, and when he came back to his senses, Gao Jing had a long knife in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and then involuntarily said that it crossed his neck——

Blood gushed out like a injection.

"Gao Jing!?"

"Jing'er—!"

In the uproar, only the young man was tear-stained and stared dumbfounded at the blood-stained dragon robe.He seemed to be so stimulated by the scene in front of him that he suddenly lost all sanity, he only breathed in air but fell to the ground with a plop.

"Uncle, you have won." Gao Jing smiled contemptuously, his neck hurt sharply, "But I will never admit defeat."

In the distance, a golden light suddenly broke through the clouds!

He squinted his eyes to see more clearly, but his vision became darker and darker, as if many people were rushing up.The revolving scene was dizzying, everything was dizzying, the pain in the whole body was worse, the five senses were lost one by one, but the vision became brighter and brighter.

"Father..."

"Brother Yu..."

In the Shangyuan fireworks, the east wind night puts flowers and thousands of trees, the snow lights are extinguished, like falling stars, a man comes on a horse and reaches out to him.

"...Brother Mingyue?" He murmured.

But the surroundings were too bright, and he couldn't see the silhouette of the man clearly.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month in the first year of Tianxing, the emperor ordered the king of Yu to envoy Rouran.

In March, the king of Yu rebelled. He galloped thousands of miles from the border, crossed the Fuwei River, and broke through the four gates to enter Ziwei City.Dixie, Yu Wang regent, amnesty the world, counterattack Rouran the next month, a big victory.Then he proclaimed himself emperor and changed his Yuan to Yong'an.

It is known as Ziwei Change in history.

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Helan Mingyue x Gao Jing, not reborn, not dead.Sequential narrative + flashback except for the prologue.The attack is miserable, and the sale is miserable. It's not the kind of family that doesn't enter the house (the source of inspiration for Bu Xiaogao's two moles is the poison poppy, and the Amway Golden Light Puppet Show is used in every stitch. The author really can't clear the mines, you must read the copywriting , This is a thunderous and dog-blooded article. In the early stage, the sense of master and servant is very strong. If you are entangled in attacking and controlling or being controlled or unclean, let me and myself watch carefully. Everything serves the plot and emotional line, without bias Who said that, the angle of view is the main attack. He will be updated for a month first, and it will start at 7 o'clock every night from tomorrow (ruthless.jpg