Huamo

"Huamo" Author: Erye Kongkong

brief introduction:

The situation of the last dynasty, the court power struggle of the dynasty's collapse, the turmoil in the martial arts, the serious plot is full of ancient styles~~

Summary:

The once prosperous Dahua Dynasty has been in decline after 500 years. The emperor is fatuous, the border is turbulent, the southern warlords are divided, and the eunuchs in the East and West factories of Da Nei are intoxicated. The darkness, corruption, and downfall of the last dynasty make this great unified world turbulent.

In the winter of the 27th year of Fusi, the grand prince Gongsun Qi suddenly failed to launch a mutiny. The emperor Gongsun Rong was assassinated mysteriously in the palace and died. The young emperor Gongsun Ke succeeded to the throne. , this series of earth-shaking changes added a heavy blow to the scarred dynasty...

The world must be divided for a long time, there are so many people who covet the world, who is in charge of the ups and downs in the Central Plains?

protagonist:

Lian Heng - the owner of Baiye Mountain Villa, a 17-year-old business genius, has a gentle personality, lively and friendly, seems harmless to humans and animals, but is a bit dark-bellied, and his life experience is a mystery.

Yunli—the poison doctor of Baiye Mountain Villa, Lian Heng's teacher, mysterious and cold personality, but gentle and doting on Lian Heng, his life experience is a mystery.

Gongsun Lu——the only son of the sixth prince, a dissolute and romantic son, with a bold and carefree personality, and became close friends with Lian Heng.

Li Jinsha——Eunuch, vicious, with childhood shadows, secretly in love with Gongsun Lu

CP composition:

Lian Heng (cute and underhanded) X Yunli (cold and dark master accepts)

Gongsun Lu (Romantic and slutty Gong) X Li Jinsha (Vicious and cruel eunuch Shou)

Things to note

This article is a long story, the first part of the Huashangge Yan series. The main line is the court and political changes of the last dynasty. It also involves turmoil in the martial arts. Prime, 1V1, ending HE

——Volume [-]——

In December of the 27th year of Fusi, winter night.

At the end of the Hua Dynasty, the death is born, the songs are exhausted, and they are extinguished.

Autumn and autumn flow away, the winter solstice is ruthless, and everything steps into the dust in the inadvertent morning bell and evening drum.

The snow was extremely cold in the early winter of the 500th year of the Dahua Dynasty, which made the people's harvest worse.But the distance of the rivers and lakes is extremely cold, and the height of the temple is even more unbearably cold. The glazed tiles, red lacquered doors, and stone lions are all covered in pale white, and the one-foot-high snow almost adds layers of blankets.

The hand wearing the red agate finger brushed the stone lion's eyes, and the snow slid down like tears, brushed the deep purple velvet robe, and fell to the flower-carved boots.The owner of the fine clothes sighed, his voice was dark and soft, and he didn't know if it was for the desolate palace, the desolate dynasty, or the desolate common people.

Under the velvet purple cloak and hat are eyes like night, with a mole of tears at the corners of the eyes raised, eyebrows like quicksand deliberately carved in the desert, neat but not shallow, outlines the facial features that are born to be charming, like a fox or a demon, it is hard to tell.A frown and a smile are like thunder and lightning, and flowers bloom in spring; peach-colored upper lips, seduce people's hearts tightly, and firmly think about love.

Walking around, he entered the Qianlong Hall where the emperor was in the palace.With a flick of his sleeves, he closed the red-painted door covered with heavy snow, without lighting a lamp.

He was strolling in the courtyard, but he smelled the disordered aroma among the plum blossoms, like disturbed water waves.Immediately, the eyes were cold, the wind was blowing under the feet, the purple robes were flying, and he entered the dragon bed in an instant.

The bedroom is as quiet as stagnant water, and the fresh blood rushing from the nostrils runs straight into the throat.

He frowned, quickly confirmed that there was nothing wrong with his surroundings, and then stepped in lightly——he finally heard the hoarse voice from the dragon bed, with the dark red blood glowing eerie softly under the moonlight, and that voice was all is own name:

"Li...Jin...Sha...Save...Save me..."

He walked to the dragon bed step by step, and saw the sword stuck in the other's chest, and the eyes of the man on the couch were terrified, widened due to excitement, and the bloodshot eyes were vividly visible.He wasn't in a hurry, he looked at the ninety-five venerable who had whipped him to pieces, and was satisfied to find that the arrogant expression had disappeared.

"Who did it, Your Majesty."

Hearing his question, the man on the couch became more and more emotional, and the tendons on his forehead were about to explode:

"I told you... to help... ah cough cough...!"

Li Jinsha smiled: "Your Majesty should know that slaves hate dirty things." At the end, he added a sentence, his eyes full of revenge: "Especially your Majesty's things."

"Dog...eunuch...if I hadn't supported you back then...uh!!"

All the strength before returning to the light was exhausted, and the emperor on the couch spit out a mouthful of black blood, and then slumped limply on the couch.At the same moment, there was a sudden sound of golden cries outside the dragon's bedroom, and the rumbling of horseshoes shook the heavens and the earth. If the mountains were overwhelming, the thousands of lights in the palace were about to be extinguished, and the bustle and bustle would be swallowed up, swallowing up the silent night.

Li Jinsha stood still, quietly watching the dying emperor on the couch, and listening to the fierce echoes outside Qianlong Hall.Apart from Dongchang, this Qianlong Hall is where he goes in and out most often, but at this moment it is so quiet that he is the only one.Even though there were noises from outside, the silence at this moment was like Yama, with both voice and emotion, as if it was right in front of your eyes.

Looking at the dead inside the palace and listening to the clash of swords outside, he suddenly shed tears.

Just a little, along the mole of tears, drawn into the deep purple velvet.

But outside the palace walls, the fighting is comparable to the dominance of gold and iron horses on the battlefield.

Swords, swords and shadows are the crimes of the mad, and the shroud of horse leather is the fault of those who go against the current. Under the situation of attempting to rebel but the destiny is not in order, it is just a joke, and then a bowl is placed on the head.When the reinforcements do not show up, there is a man-made drama by destiny; when the armor is scattered, there is the scorching fire; the blood drops helplessly, and there is the disaster of brothers fighting against the wall; :

"Gongsun Rong—why do you become emperor—why do you—" Gongsun Qi waved his sword wildly, like a famous general galloping on the battlefield, looking at the enemy all around him: "You...are you? Hahaha, east and west Is the eunuch from the factory my opponent, Gongsun Qi?"

The two factories he talked about are not fuel-efficient lamps nowadays.

In today's 500-year-old Dahua Dynasty, there are three so-called great masters: the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches Shadow Guards, Jinyi Secret Agents, and the Eastern and Western Factories.These three schools of martial arts are different, especially the martial arts of the two schools are the most bizarre, and the reasons for this need not be elaborated.

But now the eunuchs of the dynasty are in power, and the two factories are powerful, so there are endless high-level people, and almost all the things that need to be defended in the palace are taken care of by them, so it is not surprising that most of the guards around the Dragon's Bed are eunuchs.

This Gongsun Qi scolded him, how can he get it, if he touches their pain, there is no life left.

All of a sudden, Xichang's unique skill, moisten the palm, rises, the palm wind flows like water, silently, the head falls like water, blood and snow blend, red and white.Seeing that Gongsun Qi's head was separated from his neck, even the elder brother of the Son of Heaven was only left with that ridiculous sword dancing posture, so he also fell from the horse's back unavoidably, decaying all over the place.

The speed with which the east and west factories were wiped out was unrivaled. Right now, there is no one alive in the rebel forces, only Gongsun Qi's horse is neighing and galloping.

And the galloping horse was suddenly hit in the eye by a poison dart, and immediately fell to the ground and foamed at the mouth.

The visitor was silent, and the purple velvet robe fell on the snow before the war. Li Jinsha was still dressed as he entered the Qianlong Temple, but this time he took off his coat and hat, revealing his long black satin hair tied up by silver ornaments.When the wind and snow started blowing, hair brushed against that expressionless face. Although she was coquettish, her eyes were like ice and her lips were like blood.

Seeing this, the big and small factories of the East and West knelt down one after another, no matter whether it was snow, mud or flesh under their bodies, they all kowtowed loudly, the sound was like mosquitoes, but the momentum was so great that those who heard it retreated a few feet:

"See Admiral Li—"

Li Jinsha clasped his hands together, looking at Gongsun Qi's fallen head from the beginning to the end, and when the gang of illegitimate guys stopped kowtowing, he asked:

"Who killed it?"

Immediately, a eunuch crawled out to him respectfully and with joy on his face: "Return to Admiral Li, the servant killed him."

"what name."

"Go back to Admiral Li, my slave Minzi."

In the next second, a short scream overflowed from his mouth, but it was quickly submerged in the sound of the head falling to the ground.

And those kneeling people, even though the blood splashed on their faces, didn't even make a sound, they still lay there obediently, more obedient than facing Long live God.

It was a long whip that cut off the head, and it fell directly from Li Jinsha's sleeve, and it took his life like lightning.But seeing him say lightly at this moment:

"Those who oppose it will capture their master and keep him alive. Next time, he will kill his master as well."

Then, looking at the blood dripping from the tip of the whip, he threw it to the one who was kneeling closest: "Yuan Xi helped wash it, I'm going to take a bath."

The latter immediately took over, and at the same time wondered: "Admiral, aren't you going to settle the funeral of this treason?"

Li Jinsha pulled up his coat and hat to cover the ebony hair that grew to his waist: "I'm tired. You pack up and report to the queen, she can do whatever she likes."

The words fell and turned around, the dark purple robes were like fog in the snow, swaying a few bends on the branches of plum blossoms, and then disappeared, leaving only a light fragrance, like the combination of cold plum, warm chrysanthemum, and iris, curling like Song, stay for a long time.

This fragrance is called Sitingxiang.

【Donghai · Mirage】

"Ouch~ Lao Zhang is so early!"

"I don't know where the money came from earlier!"

"Er Wazi! I told you not to run around! Look at you!"

"Woo woo woo mother..."

The east, the gray area that contains the hope of a day, seems to have no warm sun today.

In the early morning of December, the wind is blowing, and the moon is not visible, but this restless small town has gradually begun to bustle, and the people are arguing or shouting, nothing more than a few pennies for the sesame seed cakes, and whether there are new rouge powders.

After the heavy snow in winter, it is like a war