The General and His Enemy Your Highness

The siege of the city was smoother than expected, because the city was empty and silent, only the bloody and rancid smell lingered, and the corpses were everywhere, which was horrific.

Mei Geng couldn't think of what Lin Shuyu wanted to do for a while.

Massacre?

In the distance, a short figure walked among the corpses. The little girl lowered her head like a walking corpse.

Lu Qinglin stepped forward, and before he could speak, the little girl asked first, "Who is King Xiping?"

Lu Qinglin was startled.

——These words sounded a little strange, and seemed to have a little killing intent.

"Here." Mei Geng approached slowly, condescendingly staring at the little girl with a strange expression, the dagger flashed coldly, and everyone was caught off guard when they saw the thin little girl's fierce attack, the sharp dagger Piercing the side abdomen, the black clothes inside the soft armor were immediately soaked in blood.

But within a few breaths, Mei Geng endured the pain and slapped the little girl's thin shoulder with a palm. She had never killed anyone, but she smiled treacherously, her eyes seemed to be looking at a dead person, and she was sure that Mei Geng would die. The dagger was sent into his left heart.

——The heart of death.

Mei Geng's first thought was that Lin Shuyu really did something wrong.

Then his face suddenly changed, the stab was shallow and did not hurt the vitals, but his eyes were blurred, his mouth was fishy and sweet, and bright red blood dripped down the corners of his lips.

--poisonous!

"Mei Geng!"

"My lord!"

The startled voices of Lu Zhibei, Qin Gui and the others rang in their ears, as if they were coming from a very far away. Mei Geng reluctantly knelt on one knee, stretched out his hand and grabbed someone's arm hard, with difficulty and Slowly whispered: "Don't... tell Xiao Ce."

There is no living person in the city-it is massacre.

It seemed to be mocking, and also like a demonstration, Mei Geng refused to hurt the people on the battlefield, so he killed the people that Mei Geng tried his best to protect.

The city was desolate, and the smell of blood was lingering. On that day, the news that King Xiping was assassinated, poisoned and comatose spread throughout the army.

In the military tent, Lu Zhibei was taking the pulse of King Xiping, and several generals looked at each other in blank dismay.

King Xiping's face was pale and his breath was weak on the couch. Lu Zhibei withdrew his hand, his face turned ugly, "It's so poisonous."

Qin Gui pursed his lips, his eyes filled with murderous intent, "How is he?"

Lu Zhibei clenched his fists tightly, thinking that he didn't answer, and everyone was even more uncertain. Just when they were feeling uneasy, the sleepy King Xiping slowly opened his eyes and coughed weakly.

"General!"

Several pleasantly surprised voices came, Mei Geng frowned lightly, and ordered neatly: "Lu Zhibei and Qin Gui stay, and the others go out."

After everyone went out, Mei Geng took a slight breath from the pain, and said in an extremely weak voice: "What's the matter?"

"Mei Geng..." Lu Zhibei hesitated for a moment, and said truthfully, "It's very tricky."

With no surprise on his face, Mei Geng stretched out his hand to his chest, but he couldn't find the ebony hairpin that was always in his bosom.

"Are you looking for this?" Lu Zhibei handed over the crudely made ebony hairpin.

Mei Geng has always been unfathomable, but when he saw the ebony hairpin, he showed an unbelievably gentle expression. He stretched out his pale to bloodless hand, took the black ebony hairpin, stroked it lightly, and said in a hoarse voice : "Where are Lin Shuyu and Chu Tian?"

"Run to the west." Qin Gui suddenly said, his face was full of clouds, and he added, "I'll go after it."

"No need for now." Mei Geng closed his eyes, still clutching the ebony hairpin in his hand, "Send the news back to the northwest, tell them to be careful, track down Lin Shuyu's whereabouts, the Liaobei Army will stay behind, and pacify the northern tribes."

Lin Shuyu is like a centipede, dead but not stiff, so resolutely abandoning the Northland, even massacring the city to provoke him, Mei Geng knew that he still had an unknown backhand.

You can't help it.

As for Beiyi...

Since there is already a rebellion, it happens to be eliminated by the head.

Since that day, King Xiping has never stepped out of the tent, and when someone heard about the situation, Lu Zhibei was also very shy and refused to disclose it.

As a result, the hearts of the soldiers were half-cooled.

Concealing his illness must be because he is afraid of shaking the morale of the army, that is, King Xiping is seriously injured and endangered.

Five days later, Lu Zhibei opened the military tent, and Mei Geng was sitting in front of the desk, draped in a dark robe, looking unrestrained, holding an ebony hairpin in his thin and pale hands.

"Lin Shuyu didn't go to the northwest." Lu Zhibei said solemnly, "He's going south, maybe going to... Yong'an."

As soon as the last two words came out, the man suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes were dark and cold, with blood-stained ruthlessness.

"He's going to Yong'an?"

His voice was as cold as ice, but he suddenly coughed up a glaring mouthful of blood, and the ebony hairpin landed on the desk with a clatter, stained with scarlet blood.

From the tent came Lu Zhibei's panicked roar: "Mei Geng!!"

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The day before the heavy snowfall, it snowed all night in Yong'an, and the morning light suddenly broke through the lonely snowy night, and the soldiers were sent to Yong'an City quickly.

Unlike the previous good news, this time, it was a funeral report.

Chu Ce was already an emperor whom the court and the public were in awe of, his elegance and elegance were concealed by the black dragon robe, replaced by indifference and unfathomable.

When the news of the funeral came, Chu Ce was hugging his younger brother who was less than two months old, Chu Yu, the son of Concubine Jin.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty—" Wu Wei hurried into the palace, ignoring the presence of Concubine Jin, his face was pale, and he tremblingly said: "King Xiping...King Xiping..."

Chu Ce was startled, and returned the younger brother in his arms to Concubine Jin, and asked coldly and self-confidently, "Why are you panicking, what about King Xiping?"

Wuwei knelt on the ground with a plop, and said in a trembling voice, "King Xiping... died in battle."

Then came the dead silence.

The hall was so quiet that a few breathing sounds could be distinguished.

Duan Yujin, who had been made a concubine, stopped in her footsteps, and her already pale and sickly cheeks were even more bloodless.

After a while, the young emperor with a calm face asked, "What's going on?"

Wuwei presented a letter, and Chu Ce reached out to touch it, and touched the long and thin object, which was very hard and familiar.

He opened the secret letter expressionlessly, and the first thing that fell out was an ebony hairpin, which fell on the rice paper of the imperial case, as if it had been painted.

Chu Ce's barely maintained calm collapsed almost instantly.

It was an ebony hairpin carved by himself as a token for his beloved.

In an instant, Chu Ce understood why Mei Geng died in his previous life, and at this moment, the pain penetrated into his bone marrow.

——This is the feeling of losing a loved one.

Chu Ce reached out to caress his chest, and wanted to pick up the ebony hairpin a few times, but he was afraid that his fingers would be cold, and his fingertips trembled unreasonably.

Wuwei felt distressed when he saw it, and couldn't help but said: "Your Majesty..."

"Get out." Chu Ce suddenly curled up his fingers, withdrew the trembling hand that was trying to grab the ebony hairpin, and when he raised his head again, it was the unfathomable emperor with eyes full of indifference, repeating: " all out."

Duan Yujin's eyes were complex. Now the stability of Dachu's mountains and rivers is all due to the deterrence of King Xiping. Once King Xiping is gone, the stability of Dachu may be gone.

But seeing the Emperor Chu who was neither sad nor happy, Duan Yujin pursed her lips, turned around and went out with the child in her arms.

How can a strong person keep himself from showing his embarrassment when his heart is hurting?

Until the hall was empty, Chu Ce first opened the battle report and saw that it was Lu Zhibei's handwriting, which wrote down the process of King Xiping's death in battle.

Poisoned and died.

Black and white words, like ten thousand swords attacking the heart.

Chu Ce leaned over the table, grasped the cold ebony hairpin, and pressed it against his left heart, buried his face in his sleeve robe and bit his lip tightly, suppressing almost uncontrollable sobs.

Tears soaked the dark ink-colored imperial robe, and the high-ranking emperor closed the door tightly, holding an ebony hairpin, weeping silently until his whole body trembled.

"When the world is settled, I will come back to marry you."

He said, I will come back to marry you.

Chu Ce tightly covered his mouth, and even bit his wrist to stop the crying.

He lowered his head, looked at the ebony hairpin in his palm with tears in his eyes, and thought, why did he break his promise in less than a year?

For half a day, Chu Ce never stepped out of the imperial study room.

The sun is thinning on the western mountain, and the red sun is about to fall. The red glow quenches the molten gold, reflecting the remaining snow, and the light and shadow are finely broken.

The door of the imperial study room was pushed open from the inside out, and the young emperor with a calm and self-sufficient expression walked out slowly, holding the ebony hairpin tightly in his hands under his wide sleeves, and said in a low voice: "Order, the king of Xiping has made great contributions to the country, and he is allowed to be buried generously. Moved into the imperial mausoleum, and handled it with the emperor's funeral."

That night, when Yu Yi heard the news, he hurried into the palace, and his face was gloomy enough to drip ink.

Chu Ce was critiquing paperwork, so thin that he was on the verge of falling.

"Your Majesty." Yu Yi's face was clouded, and he asked in deliberation, "Is Mei Geng's matter...is it true?"

Chu Ce paused, raised his eyes, and said calmly, "Really."

"But you..." Yu Yi seemed unwilling, but was interrupted by Chu Ce, "Without Mei Geng, Xixia and Beiyi must have no scruples, Mr. Yu, government affairs are the most important thing."

Yu Yi was startled, and smiled coldly in his eyes: "Your Majesty is diligent in governing, and the people are blessed."

After saying that, he walked away.

Chu Ce lowered his eyes slightly, took out the ebony hairpin from his sleeve, rubbed the handle back and forth with his fingertips, and called out in a low voice, "Mei Geng..."

After a while, his eyes were red again, and he was so wronged that he could not add any more, and cursed: "You bastard."

The death of King Xiping was a big deal for the current emperor, so in just one day, the whole Yong'an knew that the God of War was poisoned and killed in Beidi by an adulterer.

Without the support of King Xiping, the Emperor Chu became a persimmon in the eyes of the feudal lord.

The ethnic rebellion in the northwest resurged, and the Xia people killed all the officials of the Great Chu in the territory, hanging their heads on the city wall, and the northwest fell into war again.

The God of War in the hearts of the soldiers of Great Chu was not killed in battle, but poisoned to death. The enraged soldiers were like a pack of irritated wolves. The Yelu family of the Yi royal family hung a flag and surrendered, but the Chu army still did not give up. When they were chasing and fighting fiercely, something happened to Yong'an.

The king of Yu, Chu, who was enfeoffed in the south, raised his troops and went straight to Yong'an. The people in the Hall of Supreme Harmony were panicked. Because of the Northwest and the North, most of the generals were sent to fight. The ants on the ground are in a panic.

Chu Ce sat high on the dragon chair, rubbing the handle of the ebony hairpin that was stained with body temperature with his hands hidden in the sleeve robe.

On the handle of the hairpin, there are two small handwriting engraved, which were not there when Chu Ce gave it away.

——Don't read.