Twilight War

04

Wood Springs Hall.

Si Tianming, dressed in blue, drank slowly from a celadon-glazed wine bowl.

Siwen and Derk stood by his side, wearing the silver armor of the Arthur Empire.

Si Tianming came here alone, unarmed, with nothing but clean sleeves, but he didn't look panicked while drinking.

"Do you know what is the most expensive wine in Donghuang?" Si Tianming asked suddenly, half leaning on his body.

Neither Xiwen nor Delk replied.

Si Tianming just said to himself: "The most expensive wine in Donghuang is called Huadiao——women are like Huadiao, what in this world is more expensive than Jiangnan's daughter Shaohua."

"Daughters in the south of the Yangtze River are the best in the world. How can Shili Yanbo compare to the girl's smile? If Xizi is alive, who will go to see the West Lake?"

With his head down, Si Tianming chuckled slightly drunk.He was half leaning, with his wrists on his half-bent knees, holding an empty wine bowl in one hand, and patting his knees with the other.

"Jiangnan is good, Lianye Tiantian..."

Sivan and Delk still ignored him, and he was the only one singing here alone.

Si Tianming played with the empty bowl in his hand, and said slowly: "Back then, Huangxuanzhou's younger sister, Huangxuanliyou, married into Chang'an. Thousands of altars of Huadiao wine and ten thousand taels of gold as a dowry."

"Everyone in the world praises the pearls of hundreds of dendrobiums as precious and luxurious, and all of them are salvaged from the shark waters of the South China Sea. Those pearls are called shark tears. It is hard to find one, not to mention that Huangxuan day has enough. Hundred Dendrobium. When Donghuang brides get started, they should give their husbands the most precious thing, to show the beauty of Mutao. Everyone thought that Huangxuan Liyou would give her future husband with a hundred Dendrobium pearls. After all, except for the hundred Dendrobium How can Mingzhu be worthy of the daughter of Huangxuan's family?"

"But at the end when Huangxuan Liyou entered Chang'an, he got out of the wedding car and presented a jar of Huadiao wine among the eight thousand jars of Jiangnan Huadiao wine to Emperor Changgeng, who was the fourth prince at that time."

"The eight thousand jars of Huadiao wine were sent from all over the south of the Yangtze River. There are few wineries in the south of the Yangtze River that produce Huadiao wine. Most of them buried three or two jars of wine when their daughters were born. From the day when the prince was Najib, an altar of flower carvings was dug out from the soil in the south of the Yangtze River. In Xinghua village, at the entrance of the Jiangnan alley, horses brought wine on the post road planted with willow trees. Wherever there are peach blossoms, there are flower carvings buried And Jiangnan gave the daughter of the Huangxuan family to marry with eight thousand altars of flower carving wine..."

Huang Xuanli, who entered the city with wine more than ten years ago, and Jiangnan, where peach blossoms are blooming everywhere.

Si Tianming poured himself another bowl of wine and drank it slowly with his head down.

Just as he was lowering his head and frowning, thinking that the wine was getting lighter, Siwen and Delk next to him suddenly raised their boots and put their right fists on their chests. Their movements were in unison, and the sound of their boots touching each other shook Si Tianming. The wine glass in his hand shook.

Si Tianming raised his head and saw the young man following the man.

The sake in the wine bowl swayed slightly.

In fact, the boy hasn't changed much, he still looks peaceful.

Looking at the young man, Si Tianming suddenly remembered the wine hunting festival in Jinling many years ago.

As the feast was about to end, the young man was slowly brought over by Bi Fang, a retainer of the Huangxuan family. The young man was dressed in a red brocade robe and wore a forehead with pearls on his head.

Da'an beside him asked him, is that the young master of the Huangxuan family?

At that time, the general chimes in Jinling City, and Wu Xian's teacher respectfully held the sacrificial feather crown.

And his elder sister stood beside him, her red dress blowing in the wind of Jinling, she said softly, "That's my Jin'er."

"Little Ember..."

Si Tianming looked at Zichen, and the corner of his mouth slowly raised a somewhat bitter smile.

He was dressed in Tsing Yi, holding an iron bone fan in his hand, like a lonely teacher.

"I want to be alone with my uncle." Zichen turned his head slightly and said to Wichpel.

Wisipel leaned down and helped Fu Zichen's shoulder, and whispered in his ear, "Call me for something."

Zichen lowered his eyes and said nothing.

The door of Wuld Spring Hall closed behind Zichen.

Zichen looked up at Si Tianming, and after a while slowly asked, "What about the rest of the Huangxuan family?"

"Emperor Changgeng said that although you, as the young master of the Huangxuan family, betrayed Donghuang, after all, you were the one who stayed in the west land for too long and was bewitched by Western barbarian thoughts. The crime is not as good as that of the Huangxuan family." Si Tianming said slowly.

"Really?" Zichen lowered his head and smiled lightly, not knowing whether it was ironic that Emperor Xie Changgeng finally left everyone in the Huangxuan family behind.

"Some specific things are still being discussed, but don't worry, Emperor Changgeng dare not do anything. Naturally, he doesn't have to worry about the rebellion of the Huangxuan family when you are not in Donghuang. There is no need for him to make things difficult for the remaining members of the Huangxuan family. He probably intends to bring the Huangxuan family back to the imperial court, but it’s still uncertain who will give the military power to.” Si Tianming looked at Zichen who was still expressionless and said, “Why, what to do with you…”

"It's nothing, I just didn't expect Emperor Changgeng to keep the Huangxuan family alive." "...I heard that Arthur also put some pressure on Emperor Changgeng." Si Tianming said.

"Who do you think Emperor Changgeng will hand over the military power of the Huangxuan family to?" Zichen asked.

"I heard that it should be General Greedy Wolf, one of the Donghuang Seven Killing Generals."

"General Tanlang?" Zichen frowned, "Which prince does this General Tanlang belong to?"

"Nobody's, why?" Si Tianming said.

"It's not the best. I just don't want the Huangxuan family to become pawns for those princes to seize power in the end." Zichen said, but Si Tianming still felt that the boy was worried about these things.

The boy's eyes like autumn water are like empty mountains after rain.

"What does uncle plan to do in the future?" Zichen asked.

"Go back to Qingcheng Mountain, practice Taoism and grow peach blossoms." Si Tianming shook his sleeves and said.

"Alright." Zichen smiled lightly: "I heard that there are iron-eating beasts in Shu. It is said that in ancient times, they fought with the lord Chi You. Let’s take a look in Shu, but there’s never been a chance, if uncle meets him, let’s see for me if he’s really that ferocious.”

The waiter opened the heavy door, and it was dusk outside, Zichen walked down the steps slowly.

The [-]-meter step, the boy walked slowly down alone.

Wisipel waited in the middle of the steps, and when he saw Zichen, he wanted to reach out to help him, because for some reason he suddenly felt that something was wrong with Zichen, reminding him of a pale and fragile butterfly about to fly, once it flies, it will never come back up.

Zichen didn't look at Wisipel, pulled off the Asura bodhi seed he had been carrying from his wrist and put it in Wisipel's hand, "The jade talisman is inside." Then he continued to walk down, step by step.

Vehipel looked at the Asura bodhi seed in his hand.

Zichen has always carried this bodhi seed on his wrist, even if he sleeps, he will not take it off.

He twisted the asura bodhi seed vigorously, and the sandalwood-colored shell outside the bodhi seed was slowly peeled off, revealing the sky-like jade inside.

With the order of Huangxuan Yufu, millions of heroic souls rose from the fountain.

In the 800-year-old Huangxuan family, the 800 million dead men who had sworn iron swords and made blood oaths were nothing more than a sigh, thrown away by that young man.

Vehipel slowly grasped the bodhi bead in his hand, the unpolished bead felt a little awkward in my hand.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise in front of the steps, and the boy suddenly fell on the steps and slowly rolled down the steps.

05

Zichen fell ill, suddenly but seriously.

Arthur's doctor came to see it several times, but he didn't know what was going on.

Zichen's heartbeat was abnormally slow, and it seemed to stop beating when he was lazy or tired.And he seemed to be unable to wake up no matter what, he became extremely lethargic. He obviously didn't move much, but he gradually lost weight, and even the blue color on his wrist could be seen.

In the next few days, Wisper spent 12 points of energy to take care of Zichen, but Zichen still didn't get any better, but became sick day by day.

Until one day when Wichpel returned to the room, Wihipel saw a large swath of blood on the white pillow sheet, and on the ground beside the bed was a broken glass and a pool of cold water.And Zichen was still sleeping on the bed, a wound was cut on the palm of his hand by the glass.The blood fell into the cold water along the fingertips, and it was so thick that it could not be melted against the glass shards.

When Wisipel was bandaging Zichen's wound, Zichen woke up and looked sideways at Wisipel with those peach-like eyes.Wisipel lowered his head and cut the gauze, and tied it in his palm.

"...I just want to drink water." Zichen's voice was a little hoarse.

Wisipel went to pour him another glass of water and handed it to him. Wisipel went to sort out the glass shards on the ground. When he looked up, he found that Zichen was looking at him, and Zichen's hand holding the water glass was slightly shaking. trembling.Wihipel got up and held Zichen's hands, and found that Zichen's fingertips were so cold that it was ridiculous.

Zichen shrugged, "I don't know what's going on. Maybe it will be fine after a while."

Wisipel looked at Zichen with a deep and almost terrifying look, and Zichen couldn't help shrugging his shoulders.But in the end, Wichpel just rubbed Zichen's hair, which was still curled up with a sense of restlessness.

He said to Zichen, "It will be fine."

But Vehipel felt that even what he said was a bit of self-deception.I don't know why he always feels that Zichen is not here, most of the time he is in a daze, and he starts to react a little slower to everything.

Zichen still drank a glass of milk as a routine at night, but this time for some reason, after taking a few sips, Zichen just stood there holding the milk glass, and the milk on the corner of his mouth was still not licked off.

The sense of insecurity in Wisipel's heart grew bigger and bigger, as if the blood from Zichen's palm fell on his heart when he came back, and now it is constantly smearing.He couldn't help calling softly: "... Zichen?"

However, Zichen seemed to have received some shock suddenly, the milk cup in his hand suddenly slipped, the milk cup shattered into pieces on the ground, and the milk splashed on the boy's instep.

Wischpel quickly carried the boy to the bed.After tidying up the debris, Wihipel took a towel and wiped the boy's instep clean.Zichen has practiced martial arts for many years, and his toes are deformed and worn out, but the skin in every place is well maintained, and it can be seen that he has put a lot of thought into it.That is to say, he has the arrogance and nobility of a rich man, but also has the scars of a martial arts practitioner.

"...I'm sorry." The boy said suddenly.

Wisipel raised his head and looked at the boy. The boy's black eyelashes fell down and covered a shadow, and he looked like a puppy with drooping ears who had done something wrong.

Wisipel hugged the boy into his arms, "Xiaohuangniao, you don't need to say sorry to brother. You know, in my eyes, Xiaohuangniao can't do anything wrong, even if you do I'll never blame you..."

Wisper knew that Zichen would not sleep well if he didn't drink milk, so he went to make another cup. This time he almost held Zichen in his arms and watched Zichen finish drinking.After Zichen finished drinking, he took the cup and carefully licked off the milk on the edge of Zichen's lips.

After taking the milk away, Vichypel pressed it lightly.Pulling away the pajamas around Zichen's neck, he licked Zichen's thin collarbone.Vichypel seemed very careful, as if he was afraid that he would accidentally do too much.

When it was over, Zichen lay on his side on the bed, the shape of the butterfly bone could be seen clearly on his shoulder blades.Wisper moved his fingers on the outline of Zichen's butterfly bone.