Purple must

After a night of rain, the pale sky shines on the window paper, casting a faint light into the dimly lit hall.The westerly wind howled outside the hall, and the shadows of sycamore leaves falling continuously were reflected on the window paper.

Feng Qi sat on the futon, slightly lowering his eyes.The jade ground in front of my eyes kept swaying the shadows of fallen leaves, just like the stars turning around.

Young Master Liushen was wearing a thick sable fur, walked into the courtyard, and was surprised to see the sycamore leaves falling one after another, and felt an inexplicable sense of desolation in his heart.

"So there are so many sycamore trees in this courtyard, and the leaves seem to fall endlessly like rain." He looked cold and complained to the little eunuch beside him.

"I think it rained heavily last night, and today it's windy again. Indus trees tend to lose their leaves in autumn." The little eunuch responded cautiously.

Walking into the dark hall, the curtains were opened layer by layer, and then dropped layer by layer, and entered the third layer before entering the deepest part of the hall.There is no candlelight for lighting, only the ray of skylight penetrating in, and the people and things in the hall are covered with a layer of shadows, as if they do not belong to this world.Once the candles are lit, they will fade away with the shadows.

The man sitting in front of him with a restrained face is the person he respects and fears the most in his life, who he both loves and hates.

The man was dressed in a dark purple costume, his hair was tied with a jade hairpin, and his exquisite facial features seemed to have been out of the track of time, just like an ancient jade statue.

The intent to kill him started with the arrow that Feng Yun shot.

The last hesitation was crushed by him capturing the king as a pledge.

"National teacher, do you have anything else to say?" Liu Shen slowly knelt down in front of him, watching his expression.

Feng Qi sat upright, with his hands folded on his knees.His eyes were half closed, and the corners of his pursed mouth concealed a slight smile that was not a smile.He still seemed to have thousands of words to warn, but he seemed to have nothing to say.

In his life as a soldier, he fought side by side with Mr. Qitong in the first half, fell asleep on his feet, happy and reckless;

People are only middle-aged, but this life is too long.Lu Changqing seemed to be startled by a glimpse, and his dead calm was cut into fragments, causing hope, grief, joy, resentment and all kinds of emotions to surge out to the surface.Let him know that he is still alive.Make him want to live on.

Whether he dies or not, war is inevitable.His lingering on his last breath was nothing more than giving King Zhou an extra bargaining chip that could be used to blackmail Lu Changqing at all times.

Feng Qi felt a little ridiculous, he even had to calculate his own life and death, and he couldn't just rely on his own wishes.

So he just lowered his eyes with a half-smile, but didn't say a word.

Looking deeply at his expression, I only felt that there was a terrifying irony hidden in the calmness and calmness.

"National teacher, you committed the crime of breaking the car by Ling Chi, but after all, you have meritorious service, and I will leave your whole body," Liu Shen felt that Feng Qi who was silent at this moment made people feel even more austere, as if he could kill you the next moment. Grab one's own throat, or pierce one's own heart with a dagger in the piano.He has always been a poisonous snake in human skin.

The little eunuch beside Liu Shen had already brought a white silk.

There was no one else in the secret hall, the little eunuch dared not speak, he lowered his head and moved a stool.When the stool was placed under the beam, the foot of the stool hit the ground with a dull sound.

He stepped on the stool and threw one end of the white silk onto the beam.Because he was afraid of shaking his hands, he lost it twice but failed to hang it up.Feng Qi waited for a while, then raised his head to watch his movements.

Lost again, Bai Ling finally hung on the beam.

The little eunuch carefully tied a knot and stepped off the stool.The three-foot white silk swayed in the dark hall, and the shadows of countless sycamore leaves swayed frantically on the pale window paper and the cold ground.

The little eunuch tremblingly helped Feng Qi up again, and helped him to step on the stool.Feng Qi lowered his hands and turned his head to look at the skylight and leaf shadows on the window paper.

The little eunuch put the white silk around his neck.

Feng Qi turned his head, stood on the stool, and looked down at Liu Shen.That half-smile expression made Liu Shen inexplicably terrified.

What he slaughtered was his own benefactor, how will this account be settled in the underworld?Liu Fu suddenly passed this thought in a panic.

The little eunuch looked at Liu Shen, who took a few steps back and nodded to him.

The little eunuch knelt down and moved the stool from Feng Qi's feet.

In an instant, the air suddenly became tense, and in the darkness, the slender figure was struggling desperately, but the struggle was silent, and it could only cause him to hang in mid-air and shake constantly.

Young master Liu Shen trembled all over, and kept backing away.The struggle of the hanging person became weaker and weaker, and his hands gradually dropped, only twitching from time to time.There was an uncontrollable shriek in his deep throat, he left the little eunuch, turned around and left, tearing off several layers of curtains, and escaped from the dark hall.

The westerly wind outside the hall did not stop, but the phoenix tree no longer shed its leaves.Dozens of sycamore trees in the courtyard have all lost their leaves, and only the bare branches reach out to the sky like ghost claws, as if they are giving out a vicious cry.

The news of the death of the national teacher was announced to the world, and within three months, the flames of war ignited the prairie fire.

With the battle formation, the black gold weapons, and the unstoppable anger of Nihou Changqing, after three months, the city of Luoyang was destroyed.Without a direct confrontation, the generals of the Zhou Dynasty underestimated the strength of Nihou.Bronze weapons can't compete with iron soldiers at all, and a dark golden age has quietly come.

In the past three months, almost no one has heard Lu Changqing speak.The Luma he rode silently, galloped through the raging fire in the city against the strong wind, and headed straight for the palace.Such a scene is just like when he captured Haojing back then.

It's just that here at this moment, there will never be that man again.

He rode his horse across the three halls, only to see the crumbling dragon chair, but no figure of King Zhou.

He turned his horse's head and galloped into the harem, cutting down a few scattered guards, as if entering a land without people.The enemy is nearby, and his revenge is imminent, but he still looks like a dead man in ecstasy.

In front is the queen's bedroom.He rushed forward and saw the figure outside the temple gate.

Liu Shen said coldly: "Lu Changqing, you are just a desperado. You Lu family will always bear the name of traitor."

Lu Changqing reined in his horse and suddenly laughed wildly.Because of his thin and profound facial features, his blood-stained long hair danced wildly, making him hideous like a dead soul seeking his life.

"Why are you laughing!" Liu Shen said angrily, and the arrows in the bushes around the temple flickered coldly.

Lu Changqing turned a deaf ear to it, and suddenly galloped forward.Countless arrows were shot in the back, but he ignored them, and the moment he passed the door, he cut off the head with a sword.

The speed was as fast as lightning, and no one could stop it.Liu Shen didn't have time to reveal the astonishment on his face, and his head had already rolled off.

Several arrows pierced Lu Changqing's back, and without realizing it, he rushed into the palace on horseback.

The hall was very quiet, and there was no ambush.

Ji Xiao held the baby in his arms, and sat safely on the chair in the middle of the hall.

Lu Changqing's war horse roared and sprayed white foam, and raised its front hooves in front of the mother and son.Lu Changqing reined in the horse tightly.

"He's dead." Ji Xiao said lightly.

Ji Xiao is not a weak woman who has been raised in a boudoir for a long time, she is a heroine who once put on armor and went into battle.Lu Changqing was full of hostility and held a blood-stained sword, but he couldn't scare her.

"He, damn, die." Lu Changqing didn't speak for a long time, his voice was very hoarse, but every word was full of hatred.

"The Zhou Dynasty is coming to an end after all." Ji Xiao coaxed the baby and said expressionlessly.

Lu Changqing got off the horse, stretched out his bloody hand, and pressed the baby's neck.

Ji Xiao didn't stop him, as soon as the baby died, she would die too.

Elder brother, Feng Qi, Liu Shen, son, all died.

At this moment, Lu Changqing withdrew his hand and stood silently.The baby was crying with wet blood on his face.

"Feng Qi is the same as my brother, they are just trying their best to protect the land where their loved ones live."

"Since it is Feng Qi's wish, let him leave this place." Lu Changqing looked at the baby and said.

Ji Xiao suddenly raised his head and stared at him in shock.

Lu Changqing didn't take it seriously, got on his horse and rode out.The sound of arrows raining through the air outside the hall suddenly rose again.

After the battle of Luoyang, King Zhou died, and Gaojing withdrew his troops.

The new king of the Zhou Dynasty ascended the throne, and Luoyang is waiting for prosperity.Haojing established the new Xiqing Dynasty, and rewarded marquises and knights for military meritorious deeds.The Eastern Zhou Dynasty and the Western Qing Dynasty fell into a delicate situation of long-term confrontation and coexistence.The Marquis of Ni is famous all over the world, conquering the Rongdi in the north and frightening the barbarians in the south, and no foreigner dares to covet the middle land.

The author has something to say: this November is coming to an end