Sparrow dream dance

"Then, if I really kill her, who will be the emperor?"

"Grandfather, you can't do this!" Murong Qing cried out with a pale face after hearing this.

The ministers were secretly thinking that if Murong Yan really died, there would only be two people who could inherit the throne: the former prince Murong Siyan and the ninth prince Murong Lian.

Many people in the palace are Murong Xuan's former ministers, and they naturally support the former crown prince's succession. When someone was about to answer, Duan Wuyou straightened his clothes, bowed to Murong Bupo solemnly, and said, "Your Majesty's achievements are far superior. Emperor Qin and Han Wu are truly sage sons of heaven, the ministers and others naturally implore His Majesty to revive the imperial court, punish His Highness Seventh severely, and restore peace to the ruler of the world!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then suddenly understood, and secretly scolded themselves for being stupid.

Since Emperor Liewu is still in the world, it is natural that he will be the emperor, so it is his turn to get someone else.

Thinking of this, they all shouted together with Duan Wuyou, "I implore Your Majesty to revive the imperial court, and punish the Seventh Highness severely, so as to restore peace to the world!"

Murong Bupo walked up to Duan Wuyou step by step, and asked, "What's your name?"

Duan Wuyou lowered his head, and replied respectfully, "Your Majesty, the grassroots name is Duan Wuyou, and he is the grandson of the former Grand Master Duan Wenshan."

"So it's Duan Aiqing's grandson, no wonder he's so eloquent." Murong Bupo stared at him, coughed heavily, and then asked in a low voice, "I'm asking you, as long as you kill her, will the world be really happy?" Will it be able to kill the world and peace?"

Duan Wuyou bowed his head in silence, a drop of cold sweat slowly slipped down from his temple.

Murong Bupo turned around, covered his lips with his cuff and continued to cough heavily, there was blood staining his robe, but he didn't seem to notice it.

He stared at the ministers in the palace, and asked loudly again, "If Duan Qing doesn't say anything, then you come and tell me, is it true that as long as my granddaughter dies, the world will really be peaceful?!"

All the ministers trembled, and pressed their cheeks to the ground tremblingly, no one dared to answer.

Because they know how the world can be changed because of a person's life and death.

In the face of power and interests, nothing will change.

Murong Bupo seemed to be very tired all of a sudden, he sat down towards the gate of the palace, stared blankly at his withered hands, and said, "I don't know how many bloods have been stained on my hands in this life, those who hate me will kill, and those who fear me will die." Kill me, kill me, kill me, kill me. As an emperor, there is no one I cannot or dare not kill. But, as a grandfather, how could I kill my own children and grandchildren?" His expression was serious , raised his eyes and shouted, "You guys are so courageous!"

"Your Majesty is terrified, please forgive me... Please forgive me..."

After Murong Bupo finished speaking, there was a sound of kowtowing and begging for mercy in the hall.

Murong Yan looked at Murong Bupo gratefully, but saw that his complexion was as waxy and terribly old, so she couldn't help muttering, "Grandfather, are you alright?"

Murong Bupo smiled faintly and said, "I'm fine, but I'm a little tired."

Murong Yan hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to feel his pulse, but he waved him away, he said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm fine, I'll be here forever."

Because, he believes, demons will live for 1 years.

Maybe thousands of years, ten thousand years later, there will be a chance to see you again.

"Listen, I will forgive you, but only this time." His voice became softer and farther away, "Because I need you...I need you to help her well. Only when the monarch and his ministers are of the same heart can the common people return to their hearts... No matter what, she sheds my Murong Bupo's blood... This world can no longer endure slaughter and betrayal... Do you all understand?"

Ministers, you look at me, I look at you, no one speaks.

Murong Bupo stared at him, raised his breath and shouted again, "I'll ask you one last time, do you understand?!"

"Promise. The ministers and others would like to obey the holy decree."

"Very good, I hate people lying to me the most in my life, if I find out in the future, not only did you not help her well, but you even intended to harm her, I will definitely punish your nine clans!" Murong Bupo sternly yelled.

"I dare not! I swear that I will assist the Holy Majesty!" All the ministers swore allegiance one after another, and no one dared to disobey Emperor Yan Liewu's order.

"Very good... this is my servant of the Great Yan." Murong Bupo nodded in satisfaction.

He stretched out his hand, grabbed Murong Yan's palm in front of him, and said, "Yan'er, on the way back to Beijing, that kid surnamed Gu talked a lot about you and the court. Grandpa knows it's not easy for you. I also suffered a lot, but... I have to wrong you to suffer a little more."

Murong Bupo stretched out his hand to pull Murongyan, motioning her to approach him.

Murong Yan put her ear to his lips, he opened his mouth, and said a word in a voice that only two people could hear.

Murong Yan's face froze.

"Promise me." Murong Bupo clenched her palm tightly.

After a long time, Murong Yan nodded heavily.

Murong Bupo looked around the courtiers, and said, "Where is the official historian?"

A historian stumbled forward.

"Listen, all events during Yan'er's reign are not allowed to be recorded, including today's events. Remember, Emperor Yan Ling is not a woman, there are no monsters in the world, and I died 30 years ago, understand? ?”

"No...no!" The official historian responded in a panic.

He looked into Murong Yan's shallow eyes, and said, "Grandpa can only do so much... In the future, no matter what you do, you will not be famous in history, but in the same way, no matter what you do, you will not be infamous forever. But grandpa hopes that you can be a benevolent king, even if the annals of history cannot record it for you, the world will praise you."

With tears in her eyes, Murong Yan nodded with difficulty.

Murong Bupo raised his hand, stroked Murongyan's long hair, and said softly, "What a good boy."

After finishing speaking, his hand hangs down with weakness, and he slowly closes his eyes, with a peaceful smile on his face.

Although Yingying didn't take his life directly, after she left, Murong Bupo was heartbroken, and within a short period of time, he had already lived to the end of his life.

Murong Yan didn't cry, she knelt down and kowtowed three times to Murong Bupo, blood flowed down her forehead.

She knows that it has always been difficult for relatives who treat her well to stay by her side for a long time.

Someone walked in front of her, but she had a splitting headache and couldn't see clearly. There were several shadows in front of her eyes.

It wasn't until a pair of familiar hands carefully wiped the red blood on her forehead that she saw her clearly, but felt that her hands were too cold.

The evening drum was beating heavily, and it was almost dawn.

"I'm leaving." Chu Xiati looked at her and said quietly.

She actually knew that she shouldn't, at least she shouldn't say such cruel things to her at this time, but she had no choice, she had to say goodbye to her personally.

Murong Yan didn't speak, she didn't even ask why, as if she couldn't understand what she said at all.

The whole air froze.

After a long time, Murongyan's eyes drifted to Chu Xiati's back in a daze, and she also saw Mu Kun in black armor.

"Because of him?" she finally asked.

Chu Xiati shook her head and said, "It's because of you."

"I don't know."

"Because you... can never give... what I want."

"what do you want?"

She did not speak.

She wanted her to take herself away.

But she understands that she can only leave by herself.

"What if I don't let you go?"

Chu Xiati didn't speak, but Mu Kun said, "The iron hooves of the Huns will break through the gates of Yanjing."

Murongyan didn't seem to hear Mu Kun's words, she stared at Chu Xiati and asked persistently, "What if I don't let you go?"

Chu Xiati stretched out three fingers, raised her head high, and said, "I am sweating profusely, Xia Ti swears to the sky, as long as I stay in Mobei for one day, I will not allow a single soldier of the Huns to invade the border of Dayan. The two countries will no longer be at war."

Murong Yan was stunned for a long time, she gritted her teeth and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Murongyan, let me go back." Chu Xiati turned around, "It's better for everyone because we don't see each other and the world is peaceful."

"Do you still love me?" She asked suddenly behind her back.

At that moment, all the memories bloomed in her mind like the brightest sparks. Chu Xiati remembered that when she was on the top of Zichuan, she asked herself the same question, and she also remembered herself at that time Why leave her.

Because she loves her until death.

She didn't answer, and walked slowly out of the hall.A voice in her heart kept telling her that she must never turn back.

"do you still love me?!"

Mu Kun glanced at the roaring Murongyan, took off his cloak, and put it on Chu Xiati who was walking towards him.

He clenched his fists tightly, because he saw the tears in her eyes, and knew that the real reason why she didn't look back was that she didn't want that person to see her crying.

Murongyan stared straight at Chuxia Tim and Mu Kun in the middle of the snow field. After a long time, she turned her back and slowly closed her eyes.

"That's all. Let's go."

If it was before, she would definitely rush up and tear Mu Kun into pieces.But now, she won't do that.

Because she suddenly realized that she was really not her lover.

But she can't watch, at least, she can't watch her beloved and others leave.

Chu Xiati turned her head and took one last look at Murongyan's thin back. In fact, at this time, she also couldn't see the tears flowing from Murongyan's eyes.

There was a 'rustling' sound in the snow, the sound of leaving footsteps.

"Wait, Brother Mu, are you leaving just like that?" Duan Wuyou panicked and shouted, "This is the best time to kill her!"

Mu Kun didn't look back, and said coldly,

"No need, in my opinion, that Murong Yan has already died tonight."

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Inside the emperor's mausoleum, long candles flickered.

The young man listened blankly with his chin in his hands, motionless.

The girl in the yellow shirt sitting across from him shook her hand in front of him and called out, "Hey, Gu, are you okay?"

It took a long time before Gu Ze came back to his senses, and murmured, "Ms. Linger, is your story... finished?"

Ling'er stood up, looked up at the blue sky, and said, "It's dawn, I'm leaving."

"Don't... Ling... Miss Ling'er..." Gu Ze hurriedly grabbed Ling'er's sleeve and held it tightly, "I want to know, what happened next? There is a real relationship between her and them." Is it impossible?"

Ling'er let him pull, didn't speak, stood still.

He couldn't see her expression, and seeing that she hadn't said a word, he asked weakly after a long time, "You...really leaving?"

Ling'er still didn't look back at him, but nodded heavily.

"Then...then when will Gu see the girl again?" Gu Ze suddenly felt his nose ache.

Ling'er shook her head and said softly, "I don't know."

"How can it be done!" Gu Ze became anxious, his face suddenly turned pale, "If you don't meet me, then the story behind..."

Before he finished speaking, Linger interrupted quietly, "Perhaps they should tell you the last story."

"They?" Gu Ze asked blankly, "Who are they?"

Ling'er finally turned her face away.

Gu Ze stared blankly at her, it was the first time he saw Linger crying.

"They are the people in the story."