Twilight War

02

"Meet Your Highness."

The young man saluted slowly in the center of the hall. He looked up at Vichypel who was sitting on the main seat. He held a fan of red silk nephrite in his right hand, and his left hand stretched out his upper four fingers, bowing as he walked.

Shi Yi, which is also the bow of the kings, is an ancient ritual of Donghuang, and what he did was Wu Yi, with a bit of proud and noble heroism.

He was dressed in crimson brocade clothes, and his body was covered with the chill of the wind and snow. The white snow fell on him, which made his lips red and white teeth even more matching.

Just now this young man walked up the steps from the snowstorm and entered the hall.

Red clothes and white snow, heaven-sent romantic.

Wischpel looked at Zichen coldly without saying a word, Zichen ignored him, made three bows to Tang De, Weier and others, and then sat down by himself.

Zichen knew that when he walked up the [-]-meter-long steps, he had already chosen a path that opposed Wisipel.

"Your Highness should know why my Huangxuan family came here," Zichen chuckled, "There are fifteen dead soldiers from the Huangxuan family who were imprisoned by the Arthur Empire. I hope Your Highness can return them to the Huangxuan family." He lowered his head and played with the fan in his hand. He was obviously here to beg someone but he was so arrogant that he couldn't tell, and even made people feel inexplicably in need of beating.

"There is never anything free in this world. If the young master wanted those fifteen people, he would naturally want something in exchange. But I think the young master came empty-handed. Could it be that he wanted to exchange himself for those fifteen people?" Wei Wei Hipper looked at the boy who was sitting safely and said, his eyes were as cold as the ice and snow in the north, but when he said this, he gave a rare chuckle.

"However, the young master may have forgotten that in the Wusun country, the young master used the Huangxuan family that he exchanged to escape completely, but he has not used anything else to redeem it."

"All the dead men of the Huangxuan family are loyal men. They are brave and good at fighting with one enemy against a hundred. If I, a useless young master, are exchanged for fifteen dead men, the Arthur Empire may lose." The red fan pendant tassel Surrounding Zichen's fingers, his fingers look like cold jade.

"The Arthur Empire doesn't mind losing this time." Wihipel still looked at Zichen, but Zichen kept his head down and played with the plain fan from beginning to end.

"That's a good thing, I'm willing to do this cheap deal, Your Highness is really at a loss." Zichen smiled, and laughed, "But after all, this is a matter between the Huangxuan family and the Arthur Empire. , you have to pay attention to morality. I really can't let His Highness suffer this."

"The Huangxuan family values ​​morality so much?" Vichypel asked.

"Naturally, the Huangxuan family has always put morality first."

"What about escaping? Is escaping also the morality of the Huangxuan family?" Wihipel asked immediately.

"It's not moral to run away, but I remember what His Highness said, sometimes you have to give up some less important things for more important things." Zichen continued to bow his head and play with his fan. It's a fox from Qingqiu, "It's like how His Royal Highness even leaked the secret of Yincheng to us in order to help our Huangxuan family."

"It seems that when the young master comes again, I have to change the handcuffs." Wisipel's ice-blue eyes were thin and almost transparent, like light shining through the thin air of northern Europe.

"His Royal Highness is bothering you, but do you want to continue talking about handcuffs with me? This seems to be a bit far from the purpose of my visit this time." Zichen lowered his head and played with the fan in his hand.

"What? What is the young master afraid of? Your people won't die for a while, knowing that they are your people, we have treated them very kindly in the past three days."

"I know His Highness is kind-hearted, virtuous and virtuous, so I'm really not in a hurry. It's Your Highness who should be anxious." Zichen raised his head and looked at the man above the hall for the first time. His eyes were as beautiful as peach blossoms falling in the south of the Yangtze River. There was a little smile on the corner of his mouth, looking a little inexplicably in need of a beating.

"What am I anxious about?" Wihipel looked into the boy's eyes.

"Does Your Highness know about □□?" Zichen still had a smile on his lips, "The kind that explodes at regular intervals."

"I know. Why, the young master wants to die with us?"

"How dare you blow up His Highness! Your Highness is really wronged." Zichen lowered his head and said with a smile. "Of course, it's not on me. In the next life, death is not important. I just said that I don't want His Highness to make a loss-making business, so we deliberately found a way to ensure that His Highness only makes money."

"tell me the story."

"Mechanical Research Institute, Your Highness is not at a loss." Zichen slapped the fan on his hand, and looked up at Vehipel with a smile on his face.

"Shenyue Machinery Research Institute? To be honest, yesterday's sneak attack was too obvious. I, Arthur Empire, did not hunt them down for the young master's sake. What else can the young master do?"

"Your Highness is talking about the south of the High River region, the north of Asgard? It's not there." Zichen shook his head, laughing so hard that he wanted to beat him up. "In the north, in the perennially frozen In the permafrost. More vast, in the uninhabited north. In an unknown place." He read slowly, like a distant ballad, a long-standing myth and the chanting of a bard.

The bullet finally fired out of the muzzle.

And he was the one who pressed the trigger, returning the bullet that the man gave him.There was no blood, but he felt scarlet on his hands.

— Silvery fuel, ice and fire, dust and ashes flow in unknown rivers.

Dead, the mountains and rivers; dead, the sun and moon spread out in Asgard; dead, the silver fish retrograde and the sea whale jumping out of the water.They all died in the ballad.

Weier, who had been staying next to Vehippel all the time, without saying anything, suddenly drew his epee from his side and slashed in the air. Zichen didn't dodge or dodge, but closed his eyes suddenly, and his black eyelashes were like frightened ink butterflies.

Open your eyes again, Weier's epee has been blocked in the air by Lu Shu with an indifferent face, the sharp blade is only slightly different from the young man's slender and fair neck, and Weier's chest is touching the light of Lu Shu's sword Like the sword of cold water.

Lu Shu's accompanying sword is named Yin Ruyao, and the sword's light is like clouds and water.

And Vichypel just looked at him.

"Lu Shu, put down the sword." Zichen said.

Lu Shu looked at Zichen and slowly put down his sword, and the sword in Weier's hand was still resting on Zichen's white and thin neck.

He looked at the young man resentfully and helplessly, but in the end he slowly lowered his sword.

"I'll do it for myself." He put his sword back and stood beside Vichypel. Vichypel didn't have any major reaction, but the ice blue in his eyes, which had always been indifferent, became abnormally deep, like the shattered and precipitated emeralds that had been tempered a thousand times. Under the eyes.

"The young master just said that you hid the gun in the mechanical warehouse in the north. It's a bit empty." The color of Vehipel's eyes became very dark and there was no abnormality. He was still the same The king aloft, he is still a contender for the camp every step of the way.

Zichen waved at Lu Shu, who was always standing beside him, who was so beautiful and cold. Lu Shu took out a piece of paper and handed it to the guard next to him.

"This is where three of them are buried."

Vehipel took a few glances, and the ice green in his eyes became deeper.He handed the paper to Tang De, and Tang De withdrew the paper.

Zichen knew that they were verifying the truth.

Time passed by, Zichen lowered his head on the seat and pinched the iron frame of the plain fan, everything was quiet and too much.

Even though there were so many people in the hall, it made him feel terribly empty and cold, and the fan hit the palm of his hand again and again, as if it was more tick-tock.

He was waiting in the empty hall like this last night.

The boundless mist over the vast sea, the long sleepless night, the dead lamp burnt out.He didn't know what he was waiting for, whether he was waiting for success or failure, or waiting for a failure.

Zichen felt that his throat was a little tight, and wanted to pour himself a glass of wine, but found that there was not wine but warm tea on the table.

His hand holding the silver cup trembled, and he looked at Vihipel above the main hall. The man lowered his head and drank the wine in his hand, unable to see his expression clearly. All the wine was placed in front of the others, and only he placed it here. A pot of warm tea.

Zichen smiled lightly but with inexplicable sadness, knowing that he was coming, he should be very angry.

Tang De came back and nodded to Wisipel with a solemn expression.

Weier was so angry that he almost drew his sword and slashed Zichen for a while, but Wihipel didn't respond.

"The young master has given up such a great deal of thought just to save the fifteen Huangxuan dead soldiers, and he really fulfilled his duties to his subordinates. It is really a blessing for all ages to have such a young master in the Huangxuan family." His voice was cold, as if broken. Jade.

"The dead soldiers of the Huangxuan family are all heroic and loyal souls, even if it's just one, I would have given such great thought." Zichen smiled, pinching the fan with his hands turning white, "But there is one more thing I want to ask Your Highness .”

"What? The young master also thinks it's a loss to exchange fifteen Huangxuan dead soldiers with a mechanical headquarters?"

"No loss, no loss. I just want to ask His Highness for a guarantee that our party can safely evacuate from here, and His Highness promises that there will be no obstructions and no one will follow us."

Wischpel didn't speak, but just looked at Zichen who was still playing with the fan coldly from above.

Sure enough, his uncle Si Tianming had expected well, soldiers never tire of deceit, and the country has no faith.Wisipel had planned to detain them here, at least someone had to follow them to find their hiding place, otherwise what was the use of this negotiation.

How can leading you into the urn make you retreat unscathed.Fifteen dead soldiers from Huangxuan couldn't exchange jade talismans, they just wanted to lure Huangxuan's family out.

"The young master was joking, how could we detain the young master, let alone send someone to follow him," Wihipel said.

Zichen lowered his head, "Of course we know His Highness won't, so we just want a guarantee. Your Highness just nods."

The air seemed to be condensed, and the undercurrent was surging.

"Does your Highness know what time it is?"

"Eleven o'clock."

"It seems that His Highness is very confident in the speed of the Arthur Empire's bomb disposal." Zichen smiled, "It's not far from twelve o'clock."

"If I agree, I will go back and detain you here after dismantling the bomb? What can the young master do?"

"Of course we can't do anything. It depends on His Highness's mood whether to die or live." Zichen spread out his fan and swung his sleeves, as if resigned to fate.

"The young master, is there any use for this guarantee?"

"Your Highness just need to nod."

"Even so, do you still insist on a useless guarantee?"

Zichen chuckled under the hall, "Yes."

Time passed minute by minute, and finally Wisipel looked at Zichen who was listening and respectful under the stage and said, "I promise."

Zichen saluted with a fan in his hands, and said with a smile on his lips, "Thank you, Your Highness."

Lu Shu took out another piece of paper, and Zichen lowered his head to play with the fan pendant in his hand, "This is what's left, and I hope His Highness will give me mine as well."

Wisper waved his hand, and fifteen Huangxuan dead soldiers rushed up from the side of the hall. Zichen glanced at them, but there was no injury on his body.Lu Shu handed the paper to the guard beside him, and the guard immediately retreated with the paper.

"Since everything has been settled, I will take my leave first." Zichen got up and saluted, smiling humbly and not wanting to be beaten.

"Young master, don't be in such a hurry. The snow hasn't stopped yet, so why rush on the road while it's snowing." Vehipel's voice was a bit colder than the wind and snow outside the hall.

"It might take a day if we wait for Xue to stop." Zichen lowered his head and smiled.

"Is it possible that the young master is afraid that the Arthur Empire will not have a place for you to live? What's the difference between this night."

"Don't bother Your Highness, Lu Shu, let's go." Zichen turned and left after speaking, and Lu Shu put on a fox-fur cape for him.

The boy's eyebrows drooped, and he was lined with a fox fur cloak, as expensive as a son of an aristocratic family.

Just as he was about to step out of the Yizheng Hall, the soldiers on both sides suddenly crossed their halberds and blocked the doorway.

"If the young lord insists on leaving, I won't be able to stay. At least let me see the young lord for a while." Vihipel stepped down from the hall, wearing a white fur cloak diagonally, tied on his right shoulder with a silver World Tree leaf .The white double-breasted military uniform inside the cloak was tough, making him more stern and arrogant.

"Thank you, Your Highness." There was a smile on the corner of Zichen's mouth.

"By the way, young master, there is one more thing I want to tell young master alone." Weier, who had been silent all this time, suddenly stood up.

"If you have anything to say, please speak directly, sir, just listen to me."

"At this time, it is about the reputation of the young master, please be alone..."

"Okay." Zichen nodded.

Weier held the epee in his hand, and Lu Shu took the sword out of the scabbard with some vigilance.

Weier leaned against Zichen's ear, and said in a voice that no one else could see: "As the head of the Department of the Hall of Valor, I have to tell the young master that you still failed two subjects in the make-up exam this time. If you have a chance, you might as well come back to make up the exam Once." After speaking, he turned and walked away with a look of disdain.

Zichen: "..."

Lu Shu came over with some concern, "Young Master?"

Zichen shook his head and said, "It's not a big deal, it's just something that has nothing to do with me."