How to Survive As a Villain

That person must have been waiting for a long time, the clothes on his body were wet with falling snow, and there was still a layer of frost on his shoulders. The person bent his back, covered his mouth and coughed repeatedly, like a dead branch that could be broken at any time, so fragile .

Xiao Yu'an walked forward a few steps, his voice was intermittent because of surprise: "Eunuch Zhao, why...why...you haven't left yet."

"Your Majesty." Eunuch Zhao's voice was hoarse and vicissitudes: "The Emperor hasn't left yet, how could this old slave leave?"

Xiao Yu'an was moved for a moment, and hurriedly asked Eunuch Zhao to quickly enter the bedroom.

Eunuch Zhao saw Xiao Yu'an's clothes were in a mess, he quickly adjusted his clothes for him, the emperor's clothes were cumbersome, Eunuch Zhao lowered his head, devoted himself as usual, as if today was just normal.

"Eunuch Zhao...will you blame me? Do you blame me for not listening to you?" Xiao Yu'an took a deep breath and asked.

"Your Majesty, this old servant is old, too old, and I can't remember what I said to make the Emperor so concerned." Eunuch Zhao said.

Xiao Yu'an felt like a lump in his throat, murmured for a long time, unable to speak.

"Your Majesty, wait for you, I really want to..." Eunuch Zhao coughed suddenly before he finished speaking, his voice seemed to be coming from his chest.

Xiao Yu'an quickly stretched out his hand to pat him on the back, Eunuch Zhao was terrified and stopped him immediately.

Xiao Yu'an had no choice but to withdraw his hand, and said softly: "If you want, I only hope that the enemy soldiers of Nanyan Kingdom will not hurt the people in my city. Eunuch Zhao, you'd better go, you really can't stay here."

Eunuch Zhao’s back suddenly became even more stooped. He was like a burnt fire in the drizzle, leaving only a few ashes that could not be ignited again. He said tremblingly: “Your Majesty, let this old slave tie your hair again. Well, just like the emperor when he was a child."

Xiao Yu'an nodded, and casually pulled a wooden chair and sat down. In the messy bedroom, Eunuch Zhao finally found a gray hairband, and he carefully tied Xiao Yu'an's hair, as if he had accomplished something important. In one breath, Eunuch Zhao bowed down and knelt down, then turned and walked out of the bedroom.

He dragged his body and walked against the wind and snow. Between heaven and earth, his body looked so thin and thin. He just walked outside the palace, and then to the Temple of Heaven, coughing and winding down the 99 steps. Winding upwards, it almost killed the old man.

Eunuch Zhao stood on the Temple of Heaven, and then devoutly cast his body on the ground, put his head on the ground respectfully, and said: "I, Zhao, have been in the palace for more than forty years. I have served three generations of kings. I am grateful for the grace of the emperor. Now, I can serve the first emperors and emperors again. Today, I know that sacrifices to the sky require living sacrifices, but I hope that the heavens can listen to the old slave, and I don’t want the little emperor to be prosperous and rich again in this life. Seriously ill, this old slave is willing to sacrifice with his body."

After finishing speaking, Eunuch Zhao stood up slowly, his kneecaps trembling from the cold, he stood on the altar of worshiping heaven, facing the wind and snow, and then jumped off the altar without hesitation.

The moment the scarlet blood was sprinkled on the weeds, the hairband on Xiao Yu'an's head suddenly broke.

Xiao Yu'an's black hair was all scattered, he was stunned for a moment, bent over to pick up the gray hairband, put it together with the vermilion hairpin and white jade hairpin, and carefully put it back into his close-fitting clothes, then took a step forward with both hands holding the imperial seal and the map of the Northern Kingdom Step by step to the outside of the imperial city.

The wind and snow in the north were howling mournfully, the snow was falling, and there were thousands of households in the imperial city, but no one was there, and white flags stood in front of every household, like a dead city that had been silent for thousands of years.

Xiao Yu'an walked slowly towards the city gate on the snow, he was only wearing thin white clothes, the cold wind mercilessly took away the temperature of his body bit by bit, Xiao Yu'an took a breath, his throat was dry and painful, and his limbs gradually became numb.

But he couldn't stop.

There was a faint sound of weeping and whimpering from somewhere, and that mournful cry brought Xiao Yu'an all the way to the gate of the city.

Xiao Yu'an stood under the dark gray city gate, looking into the distance.

In the distance, there is the army of Nanyan Kingdom that can already see the general appearance. The mighty army is hidden in the wind and snow, and the looming outline seems to be just a nightmare in the north. Xiao Yu'an exhaled white mist, lowered his head, and fell Slowly wiped off the snow on the national seal in his hand, and then slowly walked towards the Nanyan army again.

In the past 40 years, my family and country have covered three thousand miles of mountains and rivers.Every time Xiao Yu'an took a step, the snow under his feet made a slight creaking sound. It was the wailing and wailing of the soldiers who once fought bloody battles for the Northern Kingdom and died on the battlefield, telling them of their unwillingness and blood and tears. sorrow.

Xiao Yu'an walked up to the Nanyan army, held up the seal and the map with both hands, and knelt down as if.

The moment his knees landed on the ground, Xiao Yu'an heard the sound of Bei Guo collapsing behind him, as silent as snow falling.

Xiao Yu'an knelt down on the ground, took a deep breath, and shouted with all his strength: "Today, sinners who have subjugated the country, remove their crowns and remove their crowns. Wait for their punishment and hand over the map of Guoxi, and don't hurt a single person in my city."

"Report! General Xue, Prince Yan, the king of the Northern Kingdom came to surrender alone!"

In the army tent, Yan Heqing and Xue Yan were discussing the final siege when they heard the report from the deputy general.

Yan Heqing's pupils shrank suddenly, and he didn't even bother to put on the fur coat. He got up and hurriedly walked outside the military tent, when suddenly a palm pressed heavily on his shoulder.

"He Qing." Xue Yan's voice was calm and majestic.

Yan Heqing stopped, but did not turn around.

Xue Yan was startled, his brows were tightly frowned, vaguely capturing Yan Heqing's hidden emotions, he said to the lieutenant general: "You step back first."

The deputy general clasped his fists and left, only Yan Heqing and Xue Yan were left in the army tent.

"He Qing, let me ask you a question, that jade flute that you love so much was given by the king of the Northern Kingdom?" Xue Yan not only did not let go of Yan Heqing's shoulder, but exerted even more force.

Yan Heqing was silent for a while, then replied: "Yes."

Xue Yan gritted his teeth, his eyes were extremely dark, Yan Heqing was the child he grew up with, needless to say, he already knew it by heart.

The silence was like an invisible net, tightly entwined between the two of them. After a long time, Xue Yan withdrew his hand and said, "Stay here and don't move. I'll go and see if there is any deceit in the North Kingdom."

"Uncle, I'll be with you..." Yan Heqing turned around with firm eyes and a firm tone.

"Heqing." Xue Yan interrupted Yan Heqing suddenly, he raised the curtain of the military tent, the snow was blown in by the wind, and took away the warmth in the military tent, Xue Yan turned to look at Yan Heqing, "Are you The princes of the Southern Yan Kingdom are not the forbidden sons of the Northern Kingdom."

Yan Heqing's eyes suddenly darkened, he lowered his head, his brows and eyes were hidden in the depths of the darkness, and he couldn't see a trace of light.

Xue Yan didn't keep quiet because of Yan Heqing's change of attitude. He turned his words into a sharp blade, mercilessly cutting Yan Heqing's wound deep. He wanted Yan Heqing to remember that before family and country hatred, children Love is not worth mentioning at all: "He Qing, you represent the soldiers of the South Yan Kingdom, and the people who were destroyed by the Northern Kingdom. The corpses of your father and mother are buried under your feet, and your clan members are on your head. Could it be that the tragic scene of the collapse of the Nanyan Kingdom has been forgotten by you?"

After finishing speaking, Xue Yan lifted the curtain and left. Shuo Feng mourned and was cruel and merciless.