Thought

After the frontier battle, Bianliang City has fallen across the board.In this war, Wei Shuolin was labeled as a Turkic spy, and General Li Shen tried his best to stop him, but he had no choice but to behead Wei Shuolin under his horse and abandon the city.

The traitor Wei Shuolin took the only remaining bodyguards and hid in a remote mountain foot village in the frontier under the leadership of Xu Minyou. Xu Minyou found the village chief by familiarity.

When the village chief saw Xu Minyou, he understood why he came, and silently led him to an empty old house in the village, "If someone comes after him, someone in the village will notify you."

"Thank you, village chief." Xu Minyou sent the village chief away with a smile, turned around and met Wei Shuolin's gaze, Xu Minyou smiled, "Uncle, you can rest assured here to recover from your injuries, Li Shen will find you soon Not coming."

Wei Shuolin nodded and went into the room, there was nothing to pursue.

The smile on Xu Minyou's face gradually disappeared, Xue Yi really helped him prepare an excellent escape route.Whether it's the messy medicinal powder on his body, or this small village.

A few days later, when he heard the news from Xu Minyou's subordinates, Wei Shuolin couldn't help but smiled wryly, his eyes darkened, "I didn't expect that I didn't die on the battlefield, wrapped in horse leather, but became a traitor and died of treason."

The personal guard carefully applied the medicine to Wei Shuolin, but he didn't know what to say when he saw the situation, so he could only control his hand to apply the medicine more steadily.

At this time, Xu Minyou came in from outside the house, put away all the bottles and cans in the house, and packed everything that couldn't fit or didn't fit on the body while putting it on the body.

Wei Shulin's heart sank, "What happened?"

Xu Minyou stopped packing his luggage, "Pingting was buried in the avalanche of Xiaoxing Mountain." He threw the burden on his shoulder neatly, "I'll go find him, uncle, I'll give you all the people here , I wish you success."

"When I see my parents again, say sorry to them for me. I hope I will have a heroic and obedient younger brother to honor them instead of my useless older brother."

After saying that, his face darkened, "If you have anything to say, you can say it yourself, I won't tell you even if I die."

Xu Minyou's footsteps paused, "If there is still a chance... Uncle, please..."

Seeing Xu Minyou leave without looking back, Wei Shuolin punched hard on the wall beside him, a hole appeared, and blood slowly flowed down the wall.

In the palace, a strong smell of blood filled the Golden Luan Hall. Emperor Yan sat on the dragon chair, watching the third prince step by step while dragging his long sword.

Emperor Yan sighed suddenly, "I never thought that one day, I would be threatened by my son with a sword in the Jinluan Palace."

The third prince's pupils narrowed slightly, and he looked at Emperor Yan, his eyes fell on Emperor Yan's pale temples, did his father start to grow old? "Father, my son did not expect such a day to come."

The third prince Yan Xin knelt on the ground slowly, lowered his head slightly, and stopped looking at Emperor Yan, "So please take pity on your son and minister, and pass the throne to your son!"

Emperor Yan shook his head, "You are not suitable."

Hearing this, Yan Xin raised her head and laughed loudly, "I'm not suitable, so who is suitable? The prince?" Yan Xin's laughter echoed in the hall, and she waved her long sword to the prince's neck, "But father You see, the prince you prefer is just a prisoner of my first brother at this time."

The blood on the long sword slipped into the prince's collar. The prince felt the wetness in the clothes without blinking his eyes, knowing that it was useless to say anything, so he simply remained silent.

Emperor Yan got up from your dragon chair, walked down the dragon steps step by step, and came in front of Yan Xin, "Even if you kill the crown prince, kill me, this throne cannot fall into your hands."

Yan Xin unconsciously grasped the long sword in her hand, adding a bit of courage, "Impossible? How is it impossible? As long as I sit on the dragon chair now, who in the world would dare not call the emperor long live!"

"Then you give an order to get rid of Zhen and sit on the throne." Emperor Yan snapped.

"Do you think I don't dare?" Yanxin's eyes turned red, and a crazy light flashed past, "Since I was a child, my father only has eyes for the crown prince, and no matter how much I do, I will never get your love." A sliver of appreciation. And he..."

Pressing down on the prince's long sword, a wound appeared on the prince's neck.

Satisfaction flashed in Yanxin's eyes, "Is it just because he is the son of the former empress, is he the future Lord of the Great Yan? Why? My mother's queen is also your wife, the empress of the Great Yan's mother."

"Then you order."

"Okay!" Yan Xin calmly swept over the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty, as well as the guards guarding the side, "Those who follow me prosper and those who oppose me perish. Follow my orders and kill them."

"噗嗤", it was the sound of a sharp weapon piercing into flesh and blood, Yan Xin closed her eyes slightly, this beautiful sound... in the face of life and death, few people can calmly deal with it.

Some choose to die bravely, and some choose to surrender to Yanxin.

"Father, do you really not want to write the edict of the Zen position?" Yanxin looked at Emperor Yan's eyes, no matter how he threatened and persuaded him, he was indifferent, and anger rose in his heart, "Prince, it seems that Father has not Pay more attention to you, the prince."

The prince suddenly laughed for some reason, "If the father passes on the throne to you, third brother, you will not let me, the prince, do it. Let's do it! The winner will be the king and the loser will be the bandit. There is nothing to say."

A complicated look flashed across Yanxin's eyes. When he was a child, he always chased after the prince. His older brother was older than his younger brother. Since when, there was only interest between them.

The long sword slashed across, only a line away from the prince's throat.

Yan Xin stared blankly at the flying sword on the ground, gritted her teeth and looked at the person who came, "Xue Yi, it's you again."

"Your Majesty forgives me for being late."

Emperor Yan got up, "It's very timely, get up!"

"Yes." Xue Yi stood up.

Yan Xin glanced back, the good situation seemed to be reversed suddenly, from a butcher to a piece of fat on a sticky board ready to be slaughtered.

Yan Xin smiled anxiously, "Father, you are right, I may really not be suitable, I want to show off in front of you crazily, and I want to have an upright fig leaf even though I have been forced into the palace."

"If I kill you all decisively, won't I..." Yan Xin laughed three times, picked up the long sword on the ground and swiped it between her throats, blood gushing out.

Emperor Yan watched his son commit suicide, and only at the end did he step forward to catch Yan Xin's softened body.

Yan Xin smiled at Emperor Yan with difficulty, with blood gushing out of her mouth, she clutched Emperor Yan's sleeve tightly, and said intermittently, "Mother, she doesn't know about mother."

"I know, I understand." Tears glistened in Emperor Yan's eyes.

Yan Xin raised her hand, trying to touch the corner of Emperor Yan's eye, "It's... that's great." She slowly closed her eyes, but her raised hand couldn't reach the corner of Emperor Yan's eye, and she dropped powerlessly.

Emperor Yan blinked slightly, and tears silently rolled down the corners of his eyes.

And when Wen Xuan ran to the Jinluan Hall, what she saw was Yan Xin's hand hanging down weakly. "Xin'er...", a sharp voice resounded through the hall, Wen Xuan scrambled to come to Emperor Yan, the gold hairpin and jade ring on her head fell somewhere, and the clothes on her body became filthy.

It's just that Wen Xuan couldn't care about these anymore, Yan Xin's eyes were full of the long sword hanging down from her hand, and she felt her heart was tightly clenched by a hand, so tight that she couldn't breathe.

Seeing Yan Xin's face covered in blood, Wen Xuan's hands were at a loss, and two lines of tears had already fallen at some point.Wen Xuan violently pushed Emperor Yan away, and snatched Yan Xin into her arms, "Xin'er, mother is late, open your eyes, open your eyes and look at mother, look at mother!"

Unable to get any response, Wen Xuan finally couldn't restrain herself, and cried loudly, "Xin'er, Xin'er!"

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Eyes are inflamed, uncomfortable