Sheng Shian

Gradually slanting to the west, Wen Tong followed behind Liu Yuanxuan step by step, it was clearly the cold winter, and his forehead was indeed sweating layer upon layer.

A gust of cool wind passed by, and he caught a glimpse of the wind blowing the leaves from the corner of his eye, but suddenly he turned around with guilt, and stopped, as if he was facing an enemy.

"Master Wen, what's the matter?" An old and cold voice asked from behind.

Wen Tong clenched his fists violently, restrained his composure, he didn't dare to show his cowardice, even if it was treason, he had no way out...

He glanced at the sky, and said tremblingly: "The moon is covered by black clouds, and the purple is slightly dim..."

He suddenly bowed to Liu Yuanxuan, "God bless you, luck will come!"

Liu Yuanxuan looked up at the sky as he said, the moon was dark and the wind was high, and there was a dead silence all around. It was a night of planning, and the Emperor Star, which was about to disappear, was also a sign of success. "This kind of sky is too dark and quiet, if there are fireworks to add to the fun, it will be even better..."

When Wen Tong heard this, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Fireworks...fireworks...fireworks are belief, isn't it the custom of the Tartar barbarians?

Was Liu Shangshu joking, or did he have some deep meaning...

Wen Tong suddenly remembered the Tatars he met at Fu Shangshu's barracks when he framed Shen Shi. He said that there were a group of wandering Tatars in Beijing who were chased and beaten by Xiao's army...

He originally thought that it was Shen who did something, but Shen was always cautious in his actions, how could he leave any clues, he never thought that it was Liu Yuanxuan's handwriting.

"Master Wen, why don't you leave?" Liu Yuanxuan raised his eyebrows and asked when he saw that he was not moving.

Wentong couldn't even take half a step. Was it a civil strife, or treason and collusion with the enemy?

Did Liu Yuanxuan not hesitate to collude with the enemy and betray the country in order to secure the chance of victory...

He opened his mouth, and just when he was about to speak out, he suddenly lowered his head and said, "Your Excellency is well thought out, but this lower official is terrified..."

"What are you afraid of?" His tone became colder.

"My lord, do you still remember Shen Shaoqing? Although the account book matter is groundless, but this person has deep scheming and is an emperor's adviser, I'm afraid he won't be indifferent..."

Before Wenhua finished speaking, he heard Liu Yuanxuan laughing slowly.

"Mr. Wen really hates Shen Shaoqing to the bone. On the occasion of this great event, I will not hesitate to distract him." Liu Yuanxuan's laughter faded away, "Let's go, the times make heroes. Mr. Wen is the one who makes great things happen. I'm stuck in my own way."

Even though he said so, Wentong is more pleasing to the eye. People who are too transparent are not easy to use, and those who fall into the mold are the meat on the chopping board, let it be kneaded.

"The lower official is not out to seek personal revenge. The pure minister of the court is like that. Shen Shaoqing is good at deceiving people. If he is allowed to take advantage of it, the consequences will be disastrous..."

Liu Yuanxuan turned to leave, and said coldly, "He can't leave."

……

There was a long howl in the blue sky, and Shen Shi suddenly raised his head, only to see a white shadow falling straight down, he exclaimed: "Bai Falcon!"

But in front of him is already a row of shining knife points, and a group of armored guards.

The leader took a step forward, and the blade of the spear rested on the horse's neck, "Master Shen, please."

Shen didn't move.

The leader raised his eyes and said lightly, "Master Shen, are you waiting for him?"

Fushun was escorted up with injuries all over his body.

Shen Shi asked, "Is the saint safe?"

Fushun shook his head invisibly, then fainted.

Shen felt a chill in his heart, Lu An...

……

Liu Mi was in a daze, last night he accompanied his father on a night out with a candle, blocking the wind all the way, and today he fell ill together, his mouth was dry in his dream, "Come here, let's serve tea."

He struggled to get up from the bed, and suddenly saw a long feather flying straight into the window, hitting the bed beam beside his ear, his legs softened and sat on the bed, blinking twice to interfere with the pain. Eyes, only to be relieved, and pull out the feather arrow.

As soon as he passed the black arrow body, his face suddenly turned pale with fright, and he staggered and slammed the door out.

Feather arrows fell in response to the sound, engraved on it--now falling from the horse, Shang Shuyu said.

That handwriting was actually the old handwriting of Song Ge who had been dead for a long time.

……

Liu Yuanxuan's right eye suddenly twitched, feeling uneasy, he called the guard who lit the lamp beside him, and asked, "Is the gate of the mansion locked?"

The guard nodded, "It's hard to fly with wings."

Wen Tong watched his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose. Thinking that he hadn't seen Liu Mi at this moment, he probably had a measure of Liu Yuanxuan's kind father's heart. The hospital has a lot in mind, and the illness is difficult to rest in peace, you might as well let the lower officials have an audience with the hospital to comfort you..."

Liu Yuanxuan stroked his long beard, "You?"

Wen Tong knelt down and cupped his hands, "I will definitely live up to Shangshu's kindness in knowing you."

Liu Yuanxuan's turbid eyes moved, and he took out two bamboo tube fireworks from his arms, put one in Wen Tong's hand, and put the other in his sleeve, "So, you don't have to enter the palace. Nothing happened."

Liu Yuanxuan seemed to have made up his mind and said, "You just ignite it."

Civil strife is self-strife, and attracting the enemy is treason.

But Liu Yuanxuan couldn't lose.

If there is an accident, he can only muddy the pool of water to save the Liu family.

Wen Tong bowed on the ground and took the order to leave.

None of them can lose.

Liu Yuanxuan walked forward alone in the twilight, he took the lamp in the hands of the imperial guards, the purple robe on his body was lined with fiery red, and the palace gate was not far away...

But at this time, Liu Yuanxuan looked at the shadow on the ground, it got longer and longer, and finally there was an extra one.

"Did my father send someone to look for me?"

The lamp in Liu Yuanxuan's hand flickered twice, he turned his head slowly, narrowed his eyes, "Mi'er, you are sick, you should rest at home."

Liu Mi's voice was hot, and he said hoarsely, "Why did father go to talk about..."

Liu Yuanxuan glanced at the baby face beside Liu Mi, "Come here, take the young master home."

The baby face immediately scuffled with the forbidden soldiers, and the archers surrounded the eaves, but no one dared to shoot arrows, lest they hurt the nobles inside.

This baby-faced martial artist was so strong that no one approached Liu Mi for a moment. Liu Mi knelt and walked to Liu Yuanxuan's feet, pleading hoarsely: "Father, it's too late to stop now!"

Liu Yuanxuan slapped Liu Mi's cheek with a palm, and said sharply, "You're really burnt out."

Liu Mi was beaten and fell to the side, then climbed back and hugged Liu Yuanxuan's leg, sobbing, "Father, you have always taught me to protect the Liu family forever and to inherit the prosperity of the family, but when the family sinks and revives, how can the country be destroyed?" Revival Day? What you are doing today is treason! Conspiracy! It is a disaster for the country and the people, a perverse act, and a sinner through the ages who disregarded the common people for his own selfishness! Father, son, I beg you, I beg you, you can’t… you can’t ..."

Liu Yuanxuan's hands trembled.

Liu Mi bumped into the long lamp in his hand, and he hurriedly tugged and cried: "Father, the Liu family may not be famous for thousands of years, and it may not be famous in history, but it cannot be infamous for thousands of years! Father, you forgot the first book you taught your son to write. a word?"

Liu Mi's vision was blurred, his voice was almost like the sound of rolling a knife, tears covered his face, and also wet Liu Yuanxuan's clothes, the surroundings were still the sound of fighting, but his fists were no match for four hands, and he was already defeated The momentum of the trace...

"It's Qi, you say that if you insist on conquering Zhuang, you will call it Qi, and if you support and make offerings, you will call it Qi! You said that I was born in Daqi. Strengthen your mind, keep your innocence forever, and protect Daqi Changping and Qingsheng! Father, have you forgotten?"

With wet eyes, Liu Yuanxuan took a long breath.

"Father... Everyone followed Taifu Shen back then, but you let me learn from Song Ge, didn't you just want me to be a loyal and loyal person?"

Liu Yuanxuan bent slightly and reached out to touch Liu Mi's face.

Liu Mibei came from it, sour and unbearable, and hurriedly said in a hoarse voice: "For a while, the glory covered my eyes, father, the Liu family started in the infancy, and it will last forever, but now it is only a temporary decline, so there is nothing to be afraid of, father, don't make mistakes again and again. It's over! Stop it!"

Liu Yuanxuan lowered his eyes, helped him up, and he sighed, "The biggest mistake in my life was to make you worship Song Fengan as my teacher."

Liu Mi's eardrums shook violently, he looked at Liu Yuanxuan in disbelief, but more and more imperial troops surged up behind him, pressing him to the ground.

Seeing that the situation was over, the baby face spat out blood, and fled at a gallop in an unsteady figure.

Liu Yuanxuan walked up to him condescendingly, straightened his appearance for him, and he said: "A man has no manners, why not die. What you did today really disappointed my father...Mi'er, you are too weak."

Liu Yuanxuan murmured: "Do what you do and do what you do. I have the resources to help me, but I have lost the will of the Son of Heaven..."

Liu Mi cried bitterly, how could it be so bad, he couldn't help but think of the last time he met Song Ge Lao, his heart ached like a knife.

From the beginning of greed, there is no turning back.

As a son of man, blindly filial piety to help the king and abuse; as a disciple of man, he ignored the teachings of his mentor; as a minister of man, he perverted power, power and wealth.

He, he was wrong...

Liu Yuanxuan wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, his stern face revealed a trace of softness, and he said in a stern voice: "You and I can no longer be ministers of Daqi. Mier, a century-old family fortune cannot be destroyed by me Hand, you can't be dim either."

Liu Yuanxuan turned his back, raised one hand high, and the other along his wide sleeve, he left a sentence: "Young master is seriously ill."

I want to leave.

"Father."

Liu Yuanxuan paused for a moment, then took a big step forward...

Suddenly his eyes widened, the back of his neck, the front of his clothes, and his long back suddenly felt splashed by water droplets.

"Mier!"

He was shocked, and turned around to look, only to see the blade of the imperial army in Liu Mi's hand, falling from his neck, and the splashed blood stained the purple robe of the night, with no color to be seen.

Liu Yuanxuan panicked and clutched his neck, trying to block the trickling wound, "Mier... Mier..."

Liu Mi's eyes were wide open, like a dying fish, gasping for breath, twitching non-stop, but unable to utter a single sound.

Father, don't commit heinous crimes for me, don't...

"Mier!"

Liu Mi's hand fell into a pool of blood.

Liu Yuanxuan's eyes suddenly disappeared.

This is very strange to say, in an instant, everyone clearly felt that this powerful man was getting old.

He still had the same face, but he lost his vitality and became an old man, dying.

He whispered softly, "Mi'er..."

As if afraid that any loud noise would break the cold body in his arms.

He looked at Liu Mi's hand in a daze, and the word "no" which was gradually covered by the pool of blood. The corner of his mouth kept twitching, and one hand went straight into his cuff, wanting to send out a firework signal immediately, to destroy the country. Death, everything is scattered...

It's just that no matter how hard he groped, he couldn't find it, and he tore his cuffs into a mess...

Liu Mi fell from his arms to the ground.

He hurried to help it up, but saw Liu Mi's other hand was holding a bamboo tube of fireworks tightly, and the fuel inside had been scattered all over the ground in black, black and yellow...

It turned out that he hugged his leg and cried and begged...

Liu Yuanxuan was stunned, and then covered Liu Mi's eyes with his hands, he laughed like crazy.

silly mile.

When did you see that you put all your eggs in one basket for your father?

Sumeru.

"Send the son back to the mansion."

Liu Yuanxuan can no longer see the look of sadness, Mi Er, father will avenge you.