Born short-lived

Ten days later, Dong Sheng was still heaving a sigh of relief, and the emperor and his party finally came in subdued manner.

After a few people greeted briefly in Zeng's mansion, the empress waved her hands away from the left and right, leaving Marshal Zeng alone.

As soon as the others left, Zeng Fenglei was silent for a moment, then suddenly knelt down on one knee, clasped his fists above his head, and said sonorously: "The criminal Zeng Fenglei is incompetent, so that the entrustment is ineffective, hurting the crown prince's dignity, please forgive me!"

Dong Zeyuan's complexion was not particularly good either, and his expression was uncertain at this time.She was silent for a while, and then slowly said: "What is General Zeng doing?"

She didn't tell Zeng Fenglei to flatten her body, but walked around him leisurely.

The queen lingered beside Dong Sheng's bed for a while, then said in a deep voice: "General Zeng is my hero, Hua Xu, who has guarded the East China Sea for 30 years. He has worked hard to protect this rich land. Not to mention the support of all people, he is also highly respected. Ah Sheng's fate is inevitable, if I indiscriminately punish the general because of this incident, wouldn't it be stupid and immoral, and make the world laugh at me?"

Dong Zeyuan still didn't ask Zeng Fenglei to get up, but let him kneel down in such a daze, Zeng Fenglei just lowered his head silently, without saying a word.

After a long time, Dong Zeyuan sat on the edge of the bed and lightly brushed Dong Sheng's soft black hair stuck to his forehead by cold sweat.Carefully caressing the cheek of this son whom she hadn't seen much in ten years, a primitive feeling suddenly appeared in her heart, so that she slowly bent down and kissed Dong Sheng's forehead like a ghost, and finally said: "General Zeng, hurry up and get down."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Zeng Fenglei responded.

"For so many years, I have troubled the general to perform the duty of concubine examination on my behalf. I don't think I am a good mother. When I was young, I didn't fully breastfeed Asheng, and I didn't do the kindness of education when I grew up. It's hard to be a general." Dong Zeyuan said abnormally. Calm, but didn't look at Zeng Fenglei, just stroking Dong Sheng's hair carefully.

"As entrusted by His Majesty, I should do my best."

"Does the general know the black spirit?"

"...Of course, the spirit of salvation, I dare not know."

In addition to the general five-element psychics, there are also black and white spirits in this world.

Bai Ling came from Bai Ling's sacrifice to the Jiang clan.Its psychic energy is pure and powerful, but it cannot practice spiritual art. It uses white crystals as psychic stones to transport spiritual energy to the world's spiritual weapons, supplying the country's life and production, major events and small emotions; raising a fertile soil for millions of elite soldiers.

And what is the black spirit?Compared with Bai Ling, it is a rare kind of psionic ability, only after the Dong family.The most recent one is Dong Min, the ancestor of the Dong family who ordered the 36 gang spirits to eliminate the disaster of spirits and ghosts and quell the chaos in the world thousands of years ago.

Hei Ling is different from ordinary psychics in that he does not have a fixed spirit weapon, but he can communicate with the gods of the sky and manipulate the spirit weapon of the sky.The Tiangang spirit is attached to the sword. If it is awakened by the black spirit, it will rely on the spiritual energy of the black spirit to nourish it, take off the sword and transform into a human form.

There are 36 handles in the Tiangang Lingwu, and each handle is attached to a Tiangang god, which can only be used by Hei Ling, and others hold it is nothing but scrap iron.Of the 36 Tiangang spirit weapons, only the twelve most powerful ones still exist in the palace. The possessed spirit weapon of the king of Tiangang, the fire god, was destroyed in the war that year. Into the human reincarnation, so far drowned in the world without a trace.

The rest were also lost in the melee and dynasty change of later generations, scattered all over the place.Although the imperial court has issued an order, it is a capital offense to resell the Tiangang Lingwu privately. Anyone who obtains the Tiangang Lingwu must hand it over to the imperial court.

Without saying a word, the queen took out a long box from her carry-on bag.

Zeng Fenglei frowned, as if he had faintly sensed something.

Opening the unattractive long box, there is a bronze long sword with gold and silver on the silk silk, the hilt is inlaid with a black jade, and there are two characters engraved on it - to live.

Zeng Fenglei was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized, he couldn't laugh or cry.

I can't escape after all...

This long bronze sword named Past Life is one of Tiangang Lingwu, its nature is water, and Tiangang's taboo name is Past Life Water Spirit.To say that his most famous divine power does not lie in the sword, but in its once-in-a-thousand-year resurrection power.The black spirit produces a generation every 1000 years, and the death will give each of his masters a chance to revive their souls.

But this revival is not for nothing - one life is for one life, and one soul is taken from Hades, and one must be returned.

In fact, they knew very well in their hearts that if such extraordinary measures were not used, Dong Sheng's injuries would be so serious that he would surely die.

Seeing the queen stroked the sword with emotion, she said: "I don't know if the general has heard about the past life? This past life is the spirit of Tiangang, which can save my life. He is a person with strong psychic power and love for Ah Sheng, hey, but this is such a big world, where can we find such a lifesaver."

Asking knowingly, there are three people right now—one is her Dong Zeyuan, but she is after all the Nine-Five Supreme, the lord of a country, not to mention the fact that the crown prince Dongsheng is fledgling, and he can't touch her regardless of emotion or reason, and the other is Zeng Fenglei, when the queen entrusted the crown prince to him, he really raised the crown prince as his own son, and the third is Zhou Zirong, the prince of Beizhao.However, King Bei Zhao is still a king anyway, and since Dong Zeyuan didn't leave Zhou Zirong behind to say this, he didn't intend to move him—then Zeng Fenglei isn't the only one at this moment?

——Saying that I will not punish you for this does not mean that you can not be responsible for it.

They are all bound to die, but dirty water cannot be poured on the emperor's head.

Zeng Fenglei laughed sadly and silently, and his whole body became powerless as if being emptied.In fact, even if Dong Zeyuan decided to keep him alive, he would never live after the matter had come to this point - he would not be able to watch the child he raised with his own hands die young.

Zeng Fenglei felt that he was getting old, and the waves of the Yangtze River pushed forward, and this day would come sooner or later, but it was just a different way, a little earlier.The sorrow in the world is nothing more than a white-haired man giving a black-haired man. The veteran general who has guarded the East China Sea for 30 years thought that if he could exchange his dying old life for a dragon vein of Hua Xu in the Central Plains, it would be considered three times. I am lucky.

So almost without thinking, he knelt down on one knee in front of Dong Zeyuan again. When the border commander who had grinded his teeth, sucked blood, and made a decision all his life, his wrinkled eyes really showed There was a kind of sadness that was almost hopeless.

"Hey, there is no return to this road to hell, and who would be willing to take it on behalf of my Ah Sheng?" Dong Zeyuan turned his back as if he didn't see it, stood with his hands behind his back, and let out a long sigh.

"I wish to go..." Zeng Fenglei trembled.

But Dong Zeyuan still didn't seem to hear him, and still turned his back to him.

"The minister is willing to go!" He repeated it again, almost clanging, gnashing his teeth.

Dong Zeyuan turned around slightly, the expression on his face was unclear.

"I wish to go!!" Zeng Fenglei's eyes turned red, as if he mustered the last of his strength, he shouted loudly.

Dong Zeyuan sighed calmly, and bowed condescendingly to lift him up, but the general's iron arm seemed to be lifeless as if poured with lead, and he knelt on the ground as steady and stubborn as Mount Tai .

"General Zeng." Dong Zeyuan called him, and then said nothing, just staring deeply at the leader of the seven generals who had nowhere to go.

On that day, Zeng Shuai's mansion sacrificed his master's blood, and since then there has been no master, and it is as empty as a shrine.