Blast the world without learning!

When I was sinking, I was lucky to meet the light.

He Yunian smiled: "Long time no see."

"you……"

The emperor pointed at him, his face terrified.

The maid did not expect such a scene, she loved Xiao Chen Wang, and wanted to teach him some lessons in singing, so she went to give him a note early in the morning to let him come out when the emperor returned to the palace, and bumped into the emperor, naturally There is no good fruit to eat.

Chen Zhixing asked in a low voice from behind: "What do you call him?"

The current emperor's surname is Liang, but they never dared to call him that.

He Yunian knew that he was being plotted against, so he glanced at the maid, who avoided looking at him, but he found it quite boring.

Really...

He Yunian pointed to the door: "Uncle Liang, those four outside are my friends, can you let them in?"

The emperor looked at him and nodded.

The four of Ye Luochen were invited in.

Seeing He Yunian, they all felt a little guilty.

"Don't you guys want to see how my "world" was formed..." He Yunian said.

Ye Luochen looked around and found that the others were all frozen in place, motionless.

"Come and see now."

As soon as the words fell, white light suddenly appeared.

……

A young man in white clothes about six or seven years old was holding a wooden sword and gesticulating indiscriminately in the open space.

"Ah Nian, you're running around again."

A woman in yellow came over from not far away. She had a delicate complexion, didn't wear too much jewelry, and didn't have a lot of rouge and gouache on her face. When she walked over, she spoke softly, but her eyes were full of soft.

He Yunian pounced on him and said in a soft voice, "Mother...I want to go to the battlefield."

The woman stroked his head with her hand lovingly: "Nian'er, the battlefield is too dangerous. You are still young, so it is not safe to go there."

"I have a weapon, so I'm not afraid!" He Yunian raised his wooden sword, turned around and made a "rooster take off" move to the people behind him.

Everyone: "..."

If you push harder, maybe you can help the enemy wake up their horses.

"What kind of battlefield do you go to? You're so young!"

When the stern voice came, Luo Jin and He Yunian shrank their shoulders simultaneously.

"What are you shrinking from?" Ye Luochen turned his head to look at him.

Luo Jin raised his hand: "This voice sounds like my head teacher..."

Ye Luochen: "..."

The person who came was a man in black black clothes with a big dragon printed on it, shining in the sun. He wore a hat with long beads on his head, and his young and handsome face It concealed his original age, but the majesty and solemnity exuded reminded them: I am not easy to mess with.

The man flicked his sleeves, and hugged He Yunian: "Unexpectedly, you are a brat, and your tone is not small. It is somewhat similar to your father and me back then! Hahaha..."

Father?I?

Is this the palace? !

Luo Jin's legs softened at once.

Ye Luochen stared at He Yunian, already guessing the identity of the other party in his heart.

The former prince.

He Yunian put away the wooden sword, wrapped his small arms around his neck, and said, "I want to be a general, and I want to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy!"

"Stinky boy." The man knocked his head, "Don't think about it, with your father and me here, there will never be a war in this world."

He Yunian blinked, not understanding the meaning of this sentence, but looking back many years later, his eyes were full of sadness.

Behind the man was a strong man in military armor, holding a sword in his hand, but staring at the woman in yellow, as if he was greedy for something, the woman inadvertently met his gaze, but didn't He hurriedly avoided, but returned a decent smile.

Seeing this, the strong man lowered his head and smiled bitterly.

Now that you have become a queen, and your mother loves the world, you can even let go of your childhood admiration, but I am fighting in a military uniform, and there is no tenderness in my chest, how can I understand your determination?

Thinking of this, he looked a little unwillingly at the man.

Why, you can have her?

Why, you can abandon the beauties of the harem, just to be with her often?

Seeing his expression, He Yunian touched his face with his hand: "Uncle Liang, why are you unhappy?"

Liang Wu smiled and patted his head: "Thanks to His Highness the Crown Prince's concern, the last general will be a general, which is always the case."

"awesome!"

He Yunian got down from the man's arms, ran up to him, and opened his eyes wide: "Then I will learn from Uncle Liang, and I will be the last general!"

"Hahaha……"

The man's laughter spread throughout the courtyard, and Ye Luochen noticed that the scene in front of him was a little blurry, so he consciously covered his eyes with his hands.

Cheng Chuqian who just wanted to reach out: "..."

Is this... hiding?

Is it because of what happened last night, or do you... know something?

He couldn't help being a little nervous.

-

Ye Luochen opened his eyes, and the building in front of him turned into a palace.

Just in the center of the palace, a man and a woman lay.

It seems that many years have passed, and the woman's face has undergone some vicissitudes, but she is still so charming.

She held a man in her arms.

The black dragon robe worn by the man was bleeding continuously, and he was dying at this moment.

"Brother Liang..." The man was puzzled, "Why?"

Growing up together since he was a child, he has been on the throne for ten years, but he never thought that his confidant is the last sword stabbing him.

Liang Zhong looked at him calmly, holding a bloody sword in his hand: "Because...you took away my beloved woman."

Hearing this, both of them were taken aback.

The woman in yellow said sadly: "Brother Liang, the three of us grew up together, ask yourself, do you really like me?"

Liang Zhong: "..."

"Don't tell me you don't know, the second brother has always fallen in love with you, don't you know!"

"You... what did you say?" He almost froze in place.

"I didn't embroider the kit you receive every year at the Qiqiao Festival. How could I embroider such an ugly thing? That's your second brother. You start preparing very early every year. When you were the prince, you still had a lot of them." Time, after he ascended the throne, his every move was watched by people, and if he wanted to sew a brocade bag for you, the palace people would rest at night. This has been the case over the years. I usually give you some embroidery, and those The sac is completely different, how can you not see it?"

Liang Zhong shook his head: "Impossible..."

"What's impossible?"

"Then why did he marry you!"

"Because he is the prince!" The woman in yellow had tears streaming down her face at this moment, "He was doomed from birth to the fact that his love would not be fulfilled. I am the daughter of the current prime minister, and we have been bound by marriage since we were born. I know he loves you, but there is nothing we can do, it is his mission to carry on the family line, except for that night, he never touched me again, and I have been the only one in the harem for so many years, can't you see why?"

"You said that you like me, but when you are with us, you always stay with him, no matter what time you are, because you, Liang Zhong, are the son of a famous general, and you have only seen me since you were young. The woman in my life, you thought you had a crush on me, you saw him marrying me, you thought you were angry because you were robbed of love, tell me, is it really because of this?"

"I……"

Seriously?

Liang Zhong dared not speak.

"He is indeed not a good monarch. How can a monarch be obsessed with sewing kits for his beloved all day long..."

The woman smiled sadly, "This country is our burden, now that you have taken it away, we can rest assured..."

"What are you doing!"

Ye Luochen felt a silver light flash before his eyes, and the woman in yellow fell to the ground.

"Brother Liang..."

Liang Zhong squatted down, his hands trembling in the air.

"Look, you don't dare to hug me, how dare you say that you like me..."

The woman's yellow skirt was dyed red, and he fell into the arms of the man. The man's hands curled up and hugged her.

"In my life, I have embroidered 23 brocade bags..." He stared at Liang Zhong and said self-deprecatingly.

"I'm always changing things up, but that stuff is really hard, and the end product is always ugly."

"Third Sister often laughs at me, saying that I am too stupid to do stupid things just for you."

"But then... I found out that I couldn't get out anymore."

Liang Zhong finally hugged him.

The man laughed, just like he did when he saw him for the first time.

"You're so pretty, and you're so strong, can I follow you?"

"You're so pretty..." The man kept coughing up blood, but his eyes kept smiling, "I really want to keep...seeing..."

"Follow... you."

"Boom-"

Thousands of mourning bells rang, and another generation of kings fell.

In fact, I know who those kits came from.

It's just that I'm used to avoiding, and I don't want to face the world, let alone face myself. In the end, it has become a pity for us.

There are children in the palace, but they can't ask for the king; there are men outside the palace, and it's hard to sing every night.

In the end, I can't ask for anything, so I can only look forward to the next life, and you can accompany me like yesterday.

The scene is blurred again.

-

There is a battlefield in front of you.

Ye Luochen glanced at this place. It can be said that, except for the area under their feet, the rest of the place was almost full of corpses, and there were some remains of unknown creatures among them.

There is a rancid smell in the air, and it can be seen with the naked eye that this is the main battlefield of the war.

When they came, the background of this "world" was the new dynasty that had just been established for five years. For the war, their only sources of knowledge were a few descriptions in history books and some film and television records. Even if they did not witness those scenes, But words have always been able to arouse people's emotions, and that painful emotion is hidden in their hearts.

"Is that someone?" Chen Li pointed to the corpse mountain not far away, on which was planted a military flag.

Seeing the dead and silent banner, everyone realized that the scene here was seen by the old leader, and the person in the mountain of corpses must be He Yunian.

At that time, He Yunian was sitting among a pile of corpses. This was the most reliable refuge, a safety barrier built for him by his soldiers with their flesh and blood.

He was holding the flagpole that had been cut off several sections, the blood on his face had already dried up, he seemed to have lost his nerves, his vision was slack, and only his slightly rising and falling chest could still prove that he was a living person.

He did get his wish, and he went to war.

Almost at the moment when he heard Liang Zhong's rebellion, he immediately put on his battle armor and went out to face the battle, but he didn't expect that Liang Zhong had already prepared everything, contacted many powerful officials in private, and built a layer around the palace. Another layer of confinement.

With only [-] forbidden troops, he fought for a day and a night, but he could not escape the fate of failure.

The sound of wheels sounded, and the old team leader pushed the wheelchair over.

"Child..."

He called softly, as if he was afraid that the poor child in front of him would be frightened. He Yunian's pupils did not move, and he didn't know if he heard his words. After a while, he was not sure: "Is it Dad?"

The old class leader sighed: "Come with me."

He Yunian didn't get the expected answer, he began to tremble, and he took the broken flagpole with him.

At this moment, his consciousness seemed to have just returned, and a big smell of blood poured into his nostrils. He choked up, and big tears rolled down from his eyes.

"What about my country?"

The old class leader struggled to lift the wall surrounding him: "He will get better."

"Where are my people?"

The wall of people was cleared away, and He Yunian's whole body was exposed to the air. The old class leader stretched out his hand to him: "They just... changed their home."

"Uh..." He Yunian's painful voice echoed on the battlefield, "What about my home! Where are my relatives!"

The old team leader pulled him up and put him on his lap with great grief.

The sky is full of sparks, the flames of war that have just been extinguished.

It was clearly a battlefield of thousands of people, but only the heart-piercing cry of a young man could be heard.

"I have no home...I have no relatives..."

"I'm sorry for my soldiers...I'm sorry for my ancestors..."

"I am a sinner..."

The voice gradually faded, and he finally couldn't stand it anymore, and passed out on those old legs.

-

When he woke up again, he found himself in a strange room, the walls and tiles were all wood-colored, and the room was furnished very simply. As soon as he opened his eyes, a little man next to him yelled, "Grandpa, he's awake!"

The sound of the wheels gradually approaching the bed, Ye Luochen moved his body, saw the old class leader looking at him with a bowl of porridge, and said, "Eat something, you have been asleep for three days."

He Yunian was silent for a moment, then got up and drank the porridge.

"Where is this?" He wiped the corner of his mouth.

The little man rushed to answer: "This is my home!"

The old troupe master knocked on his head with a smile, and said to He Yunian: "This is my little theater, Your Highness will make it up first."

"Uh..." He Yunian didn't say a word, the air in his chest was stagnant there, tormenting him out of breath.

"Can I go take a look?"

The old class leader hesitated for a moment, and led him to the audience.

An actor on the stage was singing, and countless people were watching below, He Yunian couldn't help sneering.Sure enough, as far as they were concerned, it was really just a change of monarch.

He stared at the actor for a long time and said, "I also sing."

The old class leader seemed surprised: "Why?"

Singing about my dissatisfaction, singing about my depression, singing about the person who taught me how to practice martial arts, who took away my country with his own hands.

In this battle, he was the only one left in the former royal family. He had never been out of the palace on weekdays, and few people knew him. He sang in an opera, with a layer of makeup on his face, so as to conceal his identity.

He sang day after day for several days, enjoying this depravity, when he was suddenly awakened.

He stared at the man for a while, then suddenly smiled.

When I was sinking, I was lucky to meet the light.