Ding Zhou Ji

Yingjing City was originally the capital of Dingzhou Kingdom, and now it is the companion capital of Shuijian Kingdom. It is needless to say that it is bustling and prosperous.

And Tenglian Pavilion is the largest restaurant in Yingjing City.

In the evening of this day, the waiter of the Tenglian Pavilion was graciously greeting two guests, a man and a woman who had just walked in.

I saw that the man was wearing an ordinary blue shirt, although his figure was slightly thin, he was very slender and straight.

There is a smile on his face all the time, but the brows seem to be carrying a lot of burdens, some are confused, some are bitter, some are desolate, some are tenacious, some are courageous, and some are responsible.

His two eyes are black and white, seemingly clear and bottomless.A pair of eyes are even more surprisingly clear, as if there is a strange light shining in them.

Perhaps it is precisely because of such eyes full of hope and faith that he, who looks pale and tired, has a magical power that makes people want to risk their lives to follow him.

And the girl walking with him has a beautiful face and picturesque eyebrows.She was dressed in a pale pink dress, with jet-black waist-length hair, and only a few simple and necessary accessories on her body.

However, this further showed her seemingly innate temperament: clean and unstained by a speck of worldly dust.

When she stood with the man, it gave people the impression that it was like a clear and light ink painting, although there were only a few strokes, the artistic conception was far away.

Yin Fuque asked for a table by the window in the private seat on the second floor, and after he was seated, he casually ordered a few side dishes, plus a pot of Biluochun.

But Xiao Yimo still only focused on looking at the scenery outside.Not a word.

Wait until Biluochun is served.Yin Fuque leisurely poured two cups of hot tea.He chuckled softly and said, "A man lives up to his name. His name lives up to his name."

Xiao Yimo finally turned his head when he heard the words: "Then I hope your name must be true."

Yin Fuque was slightly taken aback.Immediately he laughed loudly: "If it doesn't sing, it's done. Once it sings, it's amazing."

Xiao Yimo glared at this guy who was smiling unscrupulously with some hatred.It took quite a bit of effort to suppress the urge to draw his sword towards him.Fortunately, after a while.Yin Fuque stopped laughing.I was busy chatting with the waiter from the vegetable delivery shop.

Xiao Yimo could only continue to look out of the window.

During the five days of traveling together, there was hardly any excessive conversation between her and Yin Fuque.Every day is just busy on the road, busy with lodging, busy with rest.

Although her parents died since she was a child, but because she has always been taken care of by the old housekeeper, although she is not well-clothed and well-fed, she has always had no worries about food and clothing. Naturally, she never needs to worry about trivial matters. He seldom travels far, so the arrangements along the way can only be arranged by Yin Fuque, who often travels in the rivers and lakes.

Thinking of her old butler who just passed away, Xiao Yimo couldn't help feeling sour again.But she just stared at the busy city outside, forcefully holding back her tears.

And Yin Fuque, who was sitting on the side, had already asked the waiter what he wanted to know, and since then he has been quietly looking at Xiao Yimo.

At this time, Yin Fuque lost his playful smile that seemed to never change, and only sadness and bitterness remained on his pale and thin face.

After dinner, it was getting late.Yin Fuque and Xiao Yimo came to the moat.

This day coincides with the annual "Spring Festival Day" in Dingzhou State. On this day, the whole clan, old and young, will worship all the dead clan members together, hoping that the dead will rest in peace and the living will be safe.

This was originally an important custom passed down by the Dingzhou Kingdom for thousands of years, but since the country fell 20 years ago, it was abolished by the ruler of the Shuijian Kingdom.

Until the end of last winter, after the new monarch of Shuijian Kingdom succeeded to the throne, he specially decreed to restore the custom of "Spring Festival Day".

In this way, the citizens of the former Dingzhou State can re-hold this grand ceremony that has been interrupted for 20 years today.

Along the way, Xiao Yimo saw that every household in Yingjing City had one large and one small two "Soul Lanterns" placed in front of the doors, and the "Retired Boats" floating on the moat were also two types, one large and one small, so he couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

"The big "Yinpo Lantern" and "Fusheng Boat" are dedicated to commemorate the 20 souls who died in this city 30 years ago."

As if knowing Xiao Yimo's doubts at this moment, Yin Fuque, who was walking beside her, explained in a rambling voice.

Xiao Yimo stopped in his tracks, staring at the little lights all over the city, carrying the souls of the dead.

Before she was born, her father had died in battle, and Dingzhou State had perished.Soon after the mother gave birth to her, she followed her father.

The old housekeeper who raised her carefully only told her that it was her destiny to restore the country with Yin Fuque.As for the various causes and processes of the subjugation of the country, they never said a word.

In addition, Yimo has lived in seclusion in the villa all year round, rarely dealing with outsiders.

So she really didn't feel much about the pain of the country's ruin and family death.

But at this moment, when she faces these souls who cannot die like stars in the sky, is returning to the country still just a fate she has to accept?

"After the city was broken that year, Shuijian Kingdom's army entered the city in a large scale, and almost killed all the soldiers and civilians who stood firm in the city. Within a month, there were 30 new dead souls on Huangquan Road. Now the residents of this city are all except Shuijianguo. Most of them are old people from Dingzhou who forcibly moved from other states and counties.”

Xiao Yimo finally turned his head to look carefully at this person who seemed to be narrating a story that had nothing to do with him.What surprised and puzzled her was that Yin Fuque still had such a careless and nonchalant expression on his face at this moment.

At three o'clock in the morning, the gates of the moat opened wide, and hundreds of thousands of "boats of death" flew towards the "sunset sea" at the end along with the rushing water.

All the old people of the Dingzhou Kingdom in the city stood respectfully on both sides of the river, clasped their hands together, and chanted the ancient "Crossing the Soul" in unison.

Gradually, the space between the four seas and nine states and the sky seems to have been filled with this deep and compassionate voice.

At some point, a young man dressed as a king stood alone on the high platform of the palace, silently looking down at the land under his feet that had been conquered and ruled for 20 years.

This person is the 26-year-old Shui Jian Kingdom's new monarch, Gong Weixin.

As the accompanying capital of Shui Jian Kingdom, only the princes and ministers in charge of the affairs of Dingzhou Kingdom lived in the palace of Yingjing.But the monarch has always lived in the capital of his own country, and has never stepped into the territory of Dingzhou.

The main reason here is that in the past 20 years, the citizens of Dingzhou Kingdom have not given up resistance or rejuvenation for a single day.

There have been countless armed rebellions and assassinations, large and small.Although in the end they were all suppressed by Shui Jianguo's iron fists, such a situation of wars everywhere and the safety of the land made the ruler exhausted and overwhelmed, and they were always in danger.

However, not long after he succeeded to the throne, Gong Weixin secretly announced internally that he would change the former imperial palace in Yingjing into his residence, and he had quietly moved in half a month ago.

Few of the citizens of Dingzhou State knew about this change.

just almost.

Because there were eight black shadows holding swords, and they were rushing towards Gong Weixin's standing place from eight extremely tricky directions with extremely fast and agile movements.This is a move that does not seek self-protection, but seeks to injure the enemy.The defenseless new king of Shuijian Kingdom seemed destined to die under this well-trained, flawless blow.

just seems.

Because when the eight swords were about to stab Gong Weixin, he disappeared instantly out of thin air.

The eight assassins were stunned for a moment, before they could recover, they were immediately beheaded by the master guards who had already ambushed around them.

The entire assassination process took place between lightning and flint.In the blink of an eye, Gong Weixin's tall and tough figure like a javelin stood firmly on the high platform again, as if he had never left.

And around him, there was neither the assassin's body nor any followers, not even a single drop of blood.

The only ones who witnessed all this were the two people who had been hiding on the thousand-year-old towering tree outside the palace.