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

The bleak dim light stands against the lonely snow light.

The knife at the waist of the general in the northwest landed on the neck of the housekeeper of Liu's house.

Until the owner of the Liu Mansion paced out.

Liu Yanqing walked to the threshold, pointed to the ever-burning lamp hanging in front of the main entrance of the Liu Mansion, with neither sadness nor joy in her eyes, she said word by word,

"Has your Highness seen this lamp?"

Eternal lanterns are also called soul-inducing lamps. When people die in the mansion, they will be hung high to drive the dead souls to come to meet their relatives.

In the middle of the night, it was like burning two clusters of jagged will-o’-the-wisps.

Chu Qin clenched the knife in his hand, his eyes were cold and sharp.

"I want to see him."

"His Royal Highness, he is dead."

"I want to see him!"

Liu Yanqing stared at Chu Qin with a pair of slender eyes, the brown and black eyeballs looked a bit cold in the shadow of the lamp.

"It's not a new thing for a doctor in Liu's mansion to come and go for more than ten days. Your Highness can go outside to inquire about it. He has cinnabar in his body and has suffered a lot in prison. His Highness thinks he is made of iron. Living well and waiting for you to come back? Poor him, he was thinking about the whereabouts of the golden knife until his death."

There was a red mist in front of Chu Qin's eyes.

The taste of blood spread in the throat.

"He... is still reciting the golden knife?"

Liu Yanqing stood with her hands behind her back, and said softly, "He was waiting to see His Highness for the last time, but he heard that the Northwest class teacher would take two months to come back, so he gave up. It snowed heavily last night, and he died in my arms."

Chu Qin staggered two steps, the smell of blood spread from his throat to his lips and teeth, "Where is he now...?"

"The graveyard."

"Liu Yanqing!" Chu Qin's eyes were about to burst, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging.

There seemed to be pity in Liu Yanqing's eyes, "His life has been rough, and he doesn't want to have another life. Let me break his reincarnation."

There is a folk saying in Dachu that the Lord Hades of the underworld will not accept people who are wrapped in their bellies by wild animals, and they cannot enter the six realms of reincarnation after death.

Every town in Dachu has mass graves.

The world is too bitter, and people experience different sufferings, but in the end they always end up in the same place in the chaotic graves.

As a result, new souls are added to the graveyards every day.

So when Concubine Li begged, Chu Qin threw the poor woman's body into a mass grave, and watched her being eaten up bit by bit by wild dogs and vultures.

Chu Qin felt great grief.

The high door was closed tightly, the wind was blowing, and the young man outside the door picked up his dying horse.

There are many barren mounds in the mass graves, and there are corpses everywhere. From time to time, vultures and crows hover in the sky.

Chu Qin stood upright among the lying corpses, surrounded by messy withered grass and twisted branches.

Bitter chill soaked through the limbs and veins.

Which piece under the black boots is his bone?

The creaking broken branch was like the low-pitched whine of a person when his bones were broken.

He didn't dare to take another step forward.

"Your Highness."

Chu Qin turned his head abruptly. Apart from the whistling wind behind him, there was only the shrill and hideous night.

Zhao Changning, what does it feel like to lose even the bones when a corpse is bitten by wild beasts in a chaotic graveyard?

Does it hurt?

Chu Qin didn't shed a single tear, but felt that his heart was curled up into a ball.

He had never experienced such a weak and embarrassing moment in his life.

Even when he sent off Concubine Li in this chaotic graveyard many years ago, he had never felt such heart-piercing pain like today.

At that time, he killed all the vicious dogs and wolves in the mass graves.

Now the hands of the prancing horse and the whip are trembling, and they can't even hold the knife steadily.

Half his life, Chu Qin was a golden and iron horse, honored and powerful, with the blood of thousands of people on his hands, protecting the safety of the people in the ten directions of Chu, but he still couldn't take care of Zhao Changning.

The world is impermanent, and those who are struggling in the established destiny all return to their original place after twists and turns.

In the wilderness full of wronged souls, a knife that killed countless people was discarded on the bones of the graves.

The blade will be covered in dust and grime, and after several years, it will gradually rust in the ground, covered with moss, and no one cares about it.

Its owner is a general.

The general dropped his sword.

The author says:

King Qin: Why did you abuse me first?

Author: Because I abused you first, I can use you to abuse others.

King Qin:? ? ? ?

Little Emperor: Come on, drag the author out and chop him up!

Zhao Ming and Cui Jia:? ? ? ? ? ?

Xiao Lu: I want to be abused, but you want to give me a role?

author:……

Xiao Liu: (Holding the beauty to eat melons and watching the crematorium burn more and more prosperous) Everyone, continue.