[Ancient Style] The notorious minister turned out to be beautiful, strong and miserable

Zhao Yan's fingers lightly touched Lu Jinglan's cheek, and suddenly she didn't realize that her face was no different from that of a dead person.

Zhao Yan looked up at the veteran who was kneeling on the other side of the blood river.

Righteousness and evil are like black and white chess pieces separating the two ends of the Chu River and the Han Dynasty.

"You all want me dead."

Who wants to live in such a world?

"If you want to see me, Zhao Changning, die with your own eyes, you will be willing to see it with your own eyes today."

When Zhao Yan laughed, his shadow was rolled up by the flames.

The rocks confuse the eyes, and the crimson flames dance wildly.

The fire-torn wood turned to blackened ash.

Thick smoke billowed above the scorched earth, and the sea of ​​fire boiled up, gradually almost obliterating Zhao Yan's figure.

"People say that Zhao Changning deserves his death."

"It really deserves it."

This is Zhao Changning's retribution for going all the way to darkness.

On the other side, the so-called persecution and killing under the guise of Wanmin did not speak up.

Maybe they don't know what to say.

On their faces are pairs of rotten cloudy eyes.

Looking at Zhao Yan's expression is like looking at a lunatic.

How can you listen to a madman?

Zhao Yan knew that she was going to die.

The group of people who came to funeral for him today.

They will live in self-blame and pain all their lives.

I don't know what kind of expression Chu Qin, who is far away in the northwest, will show when he hears the news of his death?

Zhao Yan lowered her eyelashes indifferently.

Zhao Yan cleaned up the dirt and blood from Lu Jinglan in her arms with her slender fingers, and whispered in the young man's ear, "I avenged you."

The young man with scars in his arms would no longer answer him.

Liu Yanqing closed her eyes.

His closed eyes were bloodshot red.

It was the first time he saw the Zhuangyuan Lang riding a five-flowered horse in the teahouse, and he never thought that their entanglement would be so deep in the future.He spread out a huge net, but in the end he still couldn't catch Zhao Changning.

Zhao Changning asked him to go through life and death, but he couldn't ask for it.

What was left to him in the future was decades of heartache.

What comes from the heart is the sincerity, and what can be calculated is still the calculation.

Liu Yanqing was smart all her life, and the truth that ordinary people understand is too late.

Cui Jia's legs softened and she knelt down, her eyes were sad, and she muttered, "Brother Changning..."

Why on earth did he disclose information about Zhao Changning to His Majesty?

He killed Zhao Changning.

He exchanged Zhao Changning for this overwhelming wealth.

Put yourself on the knife's edge too.

He will be bound by desire in Vanity Fair all his life to the point of no return, what good result can he have?

It's too late to regret, and there is no shore to turn around.

Cheng Mu stood upright, his eyes felt sore, and when he touched his cheek, he realized that his face was full of tears.

He is the witness of Zhao Changning's life.

He is also the martyr of Zhao Changning's life.

Cheng Mu only met Zhao Changning twice.

The first side is in the prison, and the second side is in the underground palace.

Zhao Changning is like a bird bound by many shackles. His wings were broken, his bones were scorched, and his dreams were slaughtered. Only the word Zhao Yan was left in this world, but he was nailed to the pillar of shame When he took office, he was reviled and trampled on by others.

Now this ray of remnant soul is forced by the world he defends to have nowhere to escape.

He can't see the light.

He can only escape into the grave.

Died in the grave with the source of his tragedy.

People in this world have to see the whole picture with only words, and discuss right and wrong with a few words, so there is no justice, and the law of heaven is no longer there.

People's hearts are the best sharp edge to use and incite.

Swords and swords kill with blood, but words kill without form.

Cheng Mu thought that this might be the last stroke of his career as a historian.

The way is absurd, and the prosperity of the dynasty is like floating clouds.

When a historian leaves office, a new historian will replace him.

When a dynasty falls, there will be a new dynasty to replace it.

Cheng Mu saw their majesty falling into the river of blood like crazy.

The noble Son of Heaven is about to cross the river and throw himself into the flames.

The guards in red behind Chu Yu suppressed him, "Your Majesty is in danger!"

The crowd became chaotic because of the emperor's uncontrolled actions.

Chu Yu's eyes were about to burst, "I order you to save him! Save him!"

The fire on the opposite bank was burning fiercely, golden snakes danced wildly, tiles and debris flew together, and the heat wave almost rushed over the shallow river.

The guards in red had already spread the news of the flood in the underground palace and went to find the reinforcements of the imperial tomb guards to fight them out. However, the soldiers of the imperial tomb guards had never been in trouble, and they had been slack for a long time. When they were really needed, they were in a hurry. Some time ago, the fire-fighting water bags and other facilities were emptied by rats and ants. I wanted to wait two days to buy another batch, but I didn't know that the plan could not keep up with the changes, and I encountered this disaster that night.

Things have come to this point, the only thing that people are thankful for is that there is a shallow river surrounding the late emperor's main tomb, and the flame will go out when it meets water, and will not affect the surroundings.

Seeing that the current situation was irreversible, Yang Ting and all the ministers were finally relieved.

Although it is a pity that the late emperor's body was burned, it would be worthwhile if Zhao Changning's life could be taken away.

Yang Ting knew that the Yang family would not end well.

Just take it as repayment to Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan can die.

The Yang family can be gone.

Da Chu's reputation is undeniable.

The veteran minister who had gone through three dynasties stood up from the cold floor tiles, bearing the rot under the skin of the prosperous dynasty, and looked at the wildly dancing flames in front of him.

"Protect Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty, don't be impulsive!"

"Escort!"

Chu Yu saw Zhao Yan's shadowy figure in the billowing smoke.

He stumbled and was pressed into the blood by several guards in red, his throat was dry and he couldn't speak a word, his eyes were like a trapped animal, and his heart was burning.

The scene in front of him overlapped with that of Xiao Zhoushan many years ago, when Eleven carried him on his back and his feet were dripping with blood, now Eleven is about to die in the fire again in front of his eyes.

"Zhao Changning, come here! I'll let you go back to the northwest!"

Chu Yu roared out with the voice he had long been familiar with.

He remembered everything he had done to Zhao Yan.

Chu Yu's breath was stuck in his throat, and with the throbbing pain in his heart, he began to gasp for breath.

Zhao Yan choked and coughed in the thick smoke, his eyes turned red from the excitement, and the fire almost scorched his long hair.

Zhao Yan hugged Lu Jinglan's body tightly.

"go back?"

That is the territory of the Northwest King.

Not his home.

How can you use the word back?

Chu Yu was firmly imprisoned by the red-clothed guards, staring blankly at the sea of ​​flames in front of him.

"There are ten shadows by my side, and you will be called Eleven from now on."

"Your temperament is very similar to someone I know."

"What is he? The surname is Chu in this world."

"Zhao Yan, are you convicted?"

"This is the last excerpt of the minister, please take your Majesty's imperial review."

"Your Majesty, don't you understand? Eleven is dead."

"then who are you?"

"It's just a lonely ghost."

The words I said are still in my ears, and the past has been tortured into a dark and obscure cage.

He and Zhao Yan have been fighting tit for tat for more than ten years.

Never beat him.

The seeds planted in his youth finally grew into towering trees and vines, which strangled his green poplars.

Chu Yu threw away all her dignity and struggled in the river of blood.

The red-clothed guards pressed down with all their hands and feet, but they almost failed to restrain him.

Chu Yu was afraid of hearing the sound of flesh scorching and turning to ashes.

He was afraid of seeing Zhao Yan's body.

Finally, he couldn't help but watch Zhao Yan die.

Chu Yu's face was extremely gloomy.

His hoarse throat was now silent.

The young emperor's black hair was disheveled and scattered on his shoulders, and the red in the blood river splashed down his cheeks, carrying a strong fishy smell.

The shadows in the pupils of the eyes were shattered, revealing a painful and twisted expression.

Watching Zhao Yan being burned to death brought a sense of despair a hundred times and a thousand times greater than that of the cold attack.

Maybe Zhao Yan died peacefully where he couldn't see, Chu Yu would not feel such pain.

Chu Yu finally conceded defeat.

But when he decided to let Zhao Yan go back to the northwest, Zhao Yan refused to go.

At the same time, a beacon fire rang out over the imperial mausoleum.