i want that tiger

The moonlight is very good tonight, and the silver light is shining down, very gentle.In the palace, it was extremely quiet.It was an ordinary day, and no one in the palace thought that today would be any different from the past.However, since the child's time, with the screams from one corner of the palace, various sounds of panic, panic, misery, fighting, and howling have come and gone, and all kinds of sounds have been mixed together, mixed with flickering and flickering The lights and silhouettes of the people together declared that tonight is indeed a little different.

In the early morning of the second day, the dark clouds in the sky rolled violently, and the cloud pieces that could not keep up with it were thrown down, so low that they were about to cover the entire capital.

Inside and outside the palace, there was a chorus of mourning.A man in a long black coat held a long sword and was covered in blood.A few drops of blood fell from the tip of the sword, dyeing plum blossoms on the quaint and desolate blue bricks.The man's face was cold and the corners of his lips were tightly pursed, but the fire in his eyes blended with the blood in the city.

The sound of the horse's hooves clattering on the palace road in the blood shop was extraordinarily clear, and it also awakened Chu Lingze, who was immersed in the killing, and stared blankly at the unbelievable face on the opposite horse.

"Chu Lingze, what are you doing?" Wen Yu asked tremblingly.

After the floods in the south of the Yangtze River were dealt with, he missed his relatives and friends in the capital, and he did not want to go with a large army, so he rushed home overnight with a guard.But he didn't expect to be greeted by such a bloody scene.

Chu Lingze's sword pointed at a kneeling man with disheveled hair and heavily tied hair beside him. The man's face was old and lifeless. He was the emperor who exercised power on the dragon chair.Hearing Wen Yu's voice, the old emperor tried to open his eyes wide, and his eyes were full of hope, "My son, my son, save your father quickly."

"Shut up!" Chu Lingze put the sword against the emperor's throat.

"Chu Lingze, stop!" Wen Yuta shouted.

"I stopped? Why didn't you stop three years ago? What did my father, queen mother and queen mother do wrong? They kept their own place in southern Xinjiang, but you insisted on sending troops to attack and kill my father, queen mother and my mother in southern Xinjiang. Brothers and sisters. Every life in southern Xinjiang, did they do something wrong? Do you want to punish them?"

Both Wen Yu and the emperor were taken aback for a moment, and after a while, Wen Yu said: "Ah Ze, you..."

"What Aze, Chu Lingze? Take a closer look at who I am." As he spoke, he tore off the nipple, revealing a handsome but cold face.

Looking at this face, Wen Yu saw the Lantern Festival ten years ago, a big-eyed, ice-skinned, snow-skinned little boy carried a tiger lantern and followed behind him, calling "Brother Yu". The blood-stained man in front of him still had the shadow of that year on his face, but his still deep eyes were extremely sinister.

Wen Yu looked at the Southern Border Prince with a gloomy expression, "I should have guessed it was yours."

"Why, the person you have always regarded as your friend turned out to be a counterfeit, regret it, is it disgusting?" Shizi asked with red eyes.

"My memory of Ling Ze is more than ten years ago. It is you, not this skin, that I have been friends with for the past two years." Wen Yu said painfully.

The Shizi's hand holding the sword loosened slightly, but he still said in his mouth: "Do you think I will believe it? Since you came back today, it's just a matter of closing it."

After speaking, he flipped his wrist, pulled out a sharp sword flower, and inserted it straight into the heart of the stunned emperor.

"Don't!" Wen Yu cried loudly and rushed over, his face was covered with tears.

"Stop him!" Shi Zi stopped looking at Wen Yu and ordered in a cold voice.

"No! I beg you! Don't kill my father...Wu Chen, don't kill him..." Wen Yu's voice was hoarse, and he was about to faint. He knelt on the ground, his forehead was bloody, "Wu Chen, Kill me, I will compensate you on behalf of my father, please, Wu Chen..."

Wu Chen didn't expect Wen Yu to remember his name. Twelve years ago, he came to Beijing with his father. At that time, he was withdrawn and didn't like to talk to strangers.But the third prince Wen Yu at that time was really cute, and he always liked to bring toys and food to his residence. He came and went again and again, and within a few days, Wu Chen got close to Wen Yu and regarded him as the only friend in the capital.

"Don't worry, it will be your turn soon." Hearing Wen Yu's request to die on behalf of the emperor, Wu Chen interrupted the memory and said through gritted teeth.

He turned around and ordered, "Pull his martial arts and put him in prison."

It rained heavily in the afternoon, and it washed away all the blood that had flowed in the palace overnight, as if nothing had happened.

On the second day, the new emperor ascended the throne and changed the name of the country to Zhou. The Da'an Dynasty, which had ruled the Central Plains for nearly a hundred years, came to an end.

"Your Majesty, what about Wen Yu in prison?" A courtier asked early in the morning.

Wu Chen thought for a moment, then said: "Demoted to common people, expelled from the palace."

"This……"

"Why, Ai Qing has an opinion?"

"Your Majesty, it seems inappropriate to do this. That Wen Yu is a remnant of the previous dynasty. To drive him out of the palace is to let the tiger go back to the mountain. In case he makes a comeback one day..."

Wu Chen interrupted the subject, and said: "You have abolished his kung fu, and he has been abolished completely, and he will not be able to learn martial arts in the future. Can such a person still be called a tiger? How can a rabbit go so far? "

When the minister heard the words, he had to give up.

The dynasty was changed, the system was rebuilt, talents were recruited, and various undertakings were waiting to be done. For a while, Wu Chen was very busy.But fortunately, the results are remarkable, the national strength has been greatly improved, and the people live and work in peace and contentment.

When Wu Chen was free, it was already the Lantern Festival.

After the morning court, I was really bored in the imperial study, so I changed into casual clothes and put a new sticker on it.Wu Chen's master in southern Xinjiang taught him how to make a mask, and it sticks on his face like real leather.At this time, Wu Chen's brilliance has faded, and he looks like an ordinary person, but his demeanor is still cold and majestic, with a bit of loneliness, making it difficult for people to get close.

Although it is daytime, there are already many places selling lanterns on the street.Wu Chen bought two, a tiger and a rabbit.

The willow trees by the river are about to sprout new buds. When you get close, you can vaguely see some tender green dotted on the old branches.

Wu Chen stood under the willow tree in a daze.On the night three years ago, Wen Yu and I set off river lanterns here.Wen Yu's wish is to serve the world, but what about him?At that time, his eyes were full of hatred, and what he promised was: revenge for his parents, revenge for his brothers, and revenge for Nanjiang.

Now, the revenge is over, and the world is stable, but Wu Chen always feels that something is missing.

Suddenly there was a burst of laughter not far away, pure and clean, and a few human words could be heard in it.

"Big brother, the buns are delicious!" A little girl's voice said.

Then a boy chimed in.

That laughter was so familiar, it seemed to hit Wu Chen's heart, leading him to look back.

I happened to see a scholar in rough cloth and white clothes break open the last bun and distribute it to the two dirty children in tattered clothes in front of him.

The scholar had a pale face and was almost skinny, but the smile on his face was still bright, like the warm winter sun shining into Wu Chen's heart.

Looking at that all-too-familiar face, Wu Chen felt that the haze that had accumulated in his heart for the past few years seemed to loosen.

"But big brother, you haven't eaten yet."

"It's okay, you guys can eat, I'm not hungry." The scholar, that is, Wen Yu said with a smile.

Seeing the two children devouring food in front of him, Wen Yu said regretfully: "It's a pity that no one has bought my paintings recently, otherwise I would have bought you a lot of buns."

Only then did Wu Chen notice that there were many paintings in front of Wen Yu, some spread out, some half-rolled, and there were still a few scrolls in the bamboo basket beside him.

Wu Chen took out a heavy black cloth bag from his bosom.He walked quickly to the painting booth, didn't speak, didn't choose a painting, just stared at Wen Yu.

Wu Chen went out of the palace to change Zhang, but Wen Yu didn't recognize him, and was really embarrassed by being stared at, so he hurriedly said, "Master, do you want to buy a painting? The price is very cheap."

Wu Chen nodded.

"Which one do you want?"

Wu Chen casually pointed to one.When Wen Yu rolled it up and handed it to him, he accidentally touched his hand, only felt his hand tremble, and suddenly retracted.Then he reached over again, put a heavy black cloth bag in his hand, and left in a hurry.

When he saw the white money in the bag, Wen Yu hurriedly raised his head, wanting to say that you have given too much, young master, but there is no trace of that young master.Had to stay temporarily.

"Come on, help my brother clean up the stall, and let's go buy buns later."

"Big brother, today is the Lantern Festival, why don't you buy us a lantern." The little girl looked at the lantern stand opposite and said greedily.

"Okay, one for each of you."

"Wow, that's great! I want a bunny."

"Then I want a tiger."