break the barrier

The dark red palace walls were sandwiched around, Wei Xiao walked slowly in the palace courtyard, followed by an old eunuch with a hunched spine.

The emperor's sleeping hall has been inherited for hundreds of years, with straight railings and horizontal sills, high eaves and teeth, jade is not rotten, gold is not immortal, only the people inside and outside the hall are dilapidated from the inside.

"Shengchun, why is it so cold this year? It's already summer, and the azaleas haven't bloomed yet."

Wei Xiao's fingertips lightly touched the flower buds in the small garden altar, and the tender leaves shyly closed, unable to attract butterflies.

"I can't see the flowers blooming this year, you can watch for me." Wei Xiao said with downcast eyes.

"Where is your Majesty, there are more colorful flowers outside the upper city." Sheng Chun walked extremely slowly, he was no longer suitable for serving people, but Wei Xiao kept ordering him to accompany him.

He straightened his stooped back as much as possible, looking up at his master, the young King Da Chong.

The master didn't like to wear his hair in a bun, so his black hair was tied loosely behind him, spread on the dark red robe, and scattered on the five-clawed dragon outlined by gold thread.

His eyes looked straight, the sun soaked through the master's hair, blurred the strong outline of the jaw, like a god in the mountain, not distinguishing between male and female.

The palace people were all afraid of the master's eyes, they said that it was the abyss hidden under the long eyelashes, but at this time the master half closed his eyes and looked at the flowers, revealing clearly warmth and softness.

Everyone thought that his master had fallen into trouble, and in the days to come, he would be like a sinner sent to Baijiu Cave, but only he knew that his master was looking forward to this day in his heart.

Whenever the master came back from court, he would always stand by the small altar for a while, and in just a while, the full body power propped up in the main hall would dissipate in an instant.

He said that there were colorful flowers outside the city, so the master turned around and smiled at him, put his hand on his shoulder, and said something that he never dared to think about in his life.

"Sheng Chun, can I call you Grandpa?"

"Your Majesty..." Sheng Chun spent most of his life in this imperial city, fulfilling his duties every single day, but now he took the liberty of holding the hand of his master.

"Grandpa, call me by my name."

Sheng Chun's eyes were filled with tears, he rubbed his master's palm, but shook his head.The master will always be the master, he is a rootless eunuch, don't tarnish the name of the master.

With the sound of footsteps behind him, Wei Xiao immediately broke free with his hands, sideways to block Sheng Chun without any trace, and gave him time to wipe away the moisture from the corners of his eyes.

When Zheng Yao stepped into the courtyard, Sheng Chun had already saluted and left. He didn't care, bent over and bowed to Wei Xiao, "Your Majesty, we will bid farewell today, I don't know when..."

Hearing this, Wei Xiao frowned.

He hates these stereotyped words the most, but he has never told Zheng Yao about this matter. Zheng Yao's child only entered the palace at the age of 15, and some concepts have already been set and cannot be changed.

"Now you are the king, so speak up when you have something to say." Wei Xiao interrupted sharply, striding into the inner hall.

Zheng Yao followed in unceremoniously, but didn't find a chance to interrupt. He watched Wei Xiao take a small pile of yellowed paper from under the pillow, carefully put it into a flat envelope, and randomly folded a few pieces of underwear.

In just three or two strokes, Wei Xiao wrapped these items into a bundle, as if it had been rehearsed a thousand times.

There was the sound of a sedan chair outside the palace gate, Wei Xiao was about to leave, Zheng Yao was in a hurry, the weight on his head made him gain confidence, and he realized who is the king now, "I have something that I don't understand, so I dare to ask your majesty for advice." .”

"speak."

"Forgive me for your offense. Your Majesty insisted on building a new road back then. Was it really for Da Chong's prosperity?"

In Dachong, a main road connects the rings of high walls, driving the "hybrid" push-frame tin carts to and fro, so as to realize the circulation of commodities between different urban areas.

In the 11th year of Fengxi, Wei Xiao ignored the dissuasion of his courtiers, ordered to practice Taoism, and opened up two new roads from Baijiu Caves to Shangcheng.In the 13th year of Fengxi, Zhou Prison sent troops from these three passages together, passed the pass and defeated the generals, and captured the middle and lower cities.

Now, Zhou Prison controls the transportation of goods. Although Shangcheng can still be self-sufficient in a short period of time, after five or ten years, there will only be a dead end.

Fortunately, I don't know whether Zhou Prison is kind-hearted or enjoys the feeling of controlling other people's life and death, and he has never stopped eating from the lower city.

The matter has come to this point, whether it has been planned for a long time or self-defeating, Wei Xiao has become a sinner for the ages in Shangcheng.

Those who build roads are bastards, and those who pass by are also bastards. Wei Xiao thinks it is only natural, but how can the people in the upper city think so.In the eyes of the so-called nobles of the royal family, bastards are slaves, and it is only right and proper to do pickling and tiring work.

"Otherwise?" Wei Xiao turned to look at Zheng Yao, with a smile on his face, his tone was gentle, but his eyes were still deep.

Zheng Yao also laughed, leaning over and bowing his hands again, "It's a minister who is narrow-minded. The king forgets his personal interests when he is in charge of the public, and forgets his family when he is in the country. He is... a wise king in the world."

He pronounced the last four words very clearly, and it fell into Wei Xiao's ears, as if ink had been thrown out of a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, which made people gnash their teeth.Wei Xiao closed his eyes, almost let go of his burden, and slapped him.

Zheng Yao has been in the palace for ten years since Fengxi, and he has been by his side all the time, and he has read the note sent by Zhou Prison, what can't be guessed?If you want to discuss whether he is doing it for the public or private, nine out of ten you are asking the question knowingly and knowingly.

Wei Xiao suppressed his displeasure: "Have you finished asking?"

His words were direct, Zheng Yao couldn't hear the intention of driving away guests, but he was not the kind of person who knew a lot, "I dare to ask, in the eighth year of Fengxi, the charred corpse in the North Palace...is it really the former king? "

Hearing this, Wei Xiao stopped the smile on his face, and finally matched his facial expression with his eyes, "You should ask your grandfather."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Zheng Yao to say anything else, he immediately carried his burden and walked out. Zheng Yao was still behind him pretending to "offend".

Stepping out of the sleeping hall in two or three steps and sitting in the sedan chair, Wei Xiao unloaded his burden and leaned on his side. He didn't feel guilty at all for the current situation.

The people in the upper city are used to being pampered, and every drop of blood of the people in the lower city is sticking to their sins, even if they are slaughtered, they will die.The people in the middle and lower cities have been oppressed and exploited all the year round, and they hate Huang Quan in the flames of war, but if they want to exchange blood, they have to bleed. What does it have to do with Wei Xiao?

Yu Gong, why doesn't he want to be a wise king, but Da Chong is rotten inside and out, so he has to start all over again.In private, those ministers with human faces and animal hearts caused him to be separated from Zhou Prison, and he wished to shatter them into ashes and scatter them in the flames of war.

The sedan chair under him was a little unstable, and one didn't need to consciously experience it to know how careless the sedan chair bearer was. Forget it, he is no longer a king now, and it was Zheng Mao's fault to let him walk to the city gate as a pawn. kindness.

The sedan chair fell heavily a hundred meters away from the city gate, his body was tilted, and he almost fell to the ground, so he quickly used his hands for support.

Approaching the city gate, the bricks and stones on the ground became more and more rough, and the palms rubbed against the ground. When Wei Xiao stood up, red marks were printed on the bricks and stones.

From Zheng Yao's sarcasm to the jolting of the carriage, his patience today is too much, if he wants to get angry, standing in front of him can be a mistake.

No, he raised his arm to wrap around the servant carrying the sedan chair closest to him, catching his neck in the crook of his arm, and the distance between the two of them suddenly drew closer, their noses almost touching.

"Slaves...slaves know their mistakes..., Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

Wei Xiao raised his head, looked at the person in front of him with lowered eyes, then looked at his own bloody palm, and suddenly smiled.

"Do you know? In half my life, I have never been injured except for practicing martial arts." As he spoke, he lowered his head and kowtowed to the forehead of the servant who carried the sedan chair, "Now, I was injured by you, a rogue-headed villain."

The bloody palm gradually moved to the back of the slave's neck, and his tone was gentle, but the next moment he pierced his neck with a sharp weapon, and the sharp metal appeared from the front of the slave for a moment, then retracted, and it was gone when he let go again.

The servant fell to the ground and began to bleed a lot, but Wei Xiao heard the harsh and strange sound of water, and turned his head to follow the sound. It turned out that another servant was scared to urinate.

He quickly covered his mouth and nose, showing contempt on his face, "Beasts must learn to have a long memory, and when the tiger falls into the sun, it still has fangs in its mouth."

After he finished speaking, he waved his sleeves and turned around to walk towards the city gate. The sparse army garrisoned in the city opened the way for him.

There are no poor and poor people in the upper city, and the armor should be plated with gold and nobles. Just comparing it, he looks as poor as a prisoner.

But it doesn't matter, the brocade is just wrapped in straw, he is just a rain, soaking the straw all over the city, and he must let them rot in the brocade.

The so-called army is nothing more than a corpse, without discipline at all, just a few dozen steps, lined up like ordinary people in a market, the voices of people are chaotic, and there are constant curses about him.

The gate opened, and the black wolf army outside the city gate was like a dark cloud, but a few children suddenly followed at the end of the team.

"Hong Ye'er, you can't see anything here, move forward." Chen San'er quietly poked Hong Ye'er with his elbow.

"Tsk, shut up! If you go any further, you will be scolded by the general brother!" Little Hongye'er grew up, and what she wanted to do the most was to cross that wall. As long as there was any movement on the wall, she would be To see.

"So what if you find out? Brother General is not that tyrant! It's a joy to say, that tyrant has entered the Black Wolf Barracks, just wait for disaster! That tyrant—"

Before the word "Jun" came out, the corners of Chen San'er's grinning mouth suddenly froze, and the sound of a sword breaking the wind suddenly came from the front, and a knife flew from a distance and stuck straight in front of him, and the hair on his forehead was broken are cut off.

He recognized this knife, it belonged to his general brother.

The negotiations between the Black Wolf Army and Da Chong had ended, Zhou Prison was riding on horseback, he had sharp eyes and ears, and his childish voice was shrill, he listened to ten percent of the conversation.

Most of them rely on the common people when they march and fight, and they are very tolerant to the elderly and children. The two children came with the adults who came to support the food and grass.

But age is not a shield, and his sword has no eyes. With him, there are some words that are courting death.

The iron door in front of him finally opened with a mournful cry, and in the distance, he saw a touch of red.The man walked out from the Shangcheng army standing along the road, carrying only a burden with him, his steps were brisk as if returning home from a game, he looked like a broken king.

Wei Xiao approached Zhou Prison step by step, with the words "violent and stupid" behind him. It seemed that no one remembered his gentleness in the past, and his love and admiration in the past had long since collapsed.

But that all dissipated like clouds and smoke, and the iron gate behind him closed heavily, and he finally escaped.

The heroic boy in the past has grown into an upright man. Seeing Wei Xiao approaching, Zhou Prison immediately got off his horse and stepped forward, his heart was about to jump out, and there was only a little redness in his eyes.

He didn't know whether he walked or ran, but when he realized it, Wei Xiao was already in front of him.

He hesitated and couldn't speak, and Wei Xiao made a joke of him.It used to be like this too, when facing him, Wei Xiao always smiled and never spoke loudly.

He watched Wei Xiao spread out the note in his hand, and held it up to him, with just one glance, he could know what Wei Xiao meant.

The two looked at each other, and he licked his lips, thanking God for letting his ears turn red in the June sun.

Because Wei Xiao wanted him to read the six words on the note.

"teacher…"