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Section 68
Master is not allowed to enter, you go down the mountain for a trial, forgot? "
"you"
Wei Jin was about to argue, but Helian Rongchuan gently stopped him.
"Go ahead, I begged him on my knees outside. Maybe your master is soft-hearted and will come out in a while."
Wei Jin sighed silently. Although the boy in front of him looked young, he was actually a dwarf, much older than him, martial arts high, but not good at medical skills. These years he could only be a disciple outside the room and hated Wei Jin's talent. At this time, he was deliberately making things difficult, and Wei Jin was helpless. So he had to take off his cloak and cover it on Helian Rongchuan.
"His Royal Highness, take care, I will ask Master."
Helian Rongchuan's lips were pale, and he nodded slightly: "You have work."
Wei Jin showed a faint bitter smile, turned and walked towards Shimen.
The Shimen slowly opened and closed again.
Helian Rongchuan hugged Yan Changqing in his arms and knelt quietly in the snow. The wind gradually ceased, and the snowflakes slowly fell.
Helian Rongchuan stretched out his hand and sighed softly as he watched a few crystal snowflakes fall on his palm.
Life is alive, such as the morning snow, longevity like a mayfly, fleeting. However, even this short-lived Chaoxue Mayfly can always ride the wind in this world, free for a few days before turning into dust.
But what about his Changqing? He has been locked in this cage in this short life, for the people, for the king, for the country, how many days will he live for himself in the end? Even if he died, the people he worked for would ruin his burial place and squeeze the last bit of blood.
What is the truth?
"I'm not reconciled." Helian Rongchuan lightly touched Yan Changqing's cold forehead: "Even if I save my own life, I must let you live again, only for myself."
The sky gradually turned from bright to dark, and the white snow peaks showed a cold glowing blue. It's so cold here, the biting wind roars, trying to crush every inch of the flesh and bones of the living.
It was almost suffocating cold, and his whole body was freezing.
Helian Rongchuan hugged Yan Changqing more tightly in his arms, then covered it with a cloak, and gritted his teeth silently.
Time just went by little by little.
My vision gradually blurred, and the whistling wind in my ears became farther and farther away. The last touch of blood faded into Helian Rongchuan's face, but he was still stubbornly, kneeling straight, and heavy snow fell on him, slowly turning him into a snowman.
The sky was completely dark, and the moon shimmered from the layers of black clouds, softly illuminating the thick stone gate. Behind Shimen, a thin figure hurried out.
"Your Highness? Your Highness?"
Wei Jin's eyes were red and swollen, and his forehead was blue and purple. He knelt beside Helian Rongchuan and patted Helian Rongchuan lightly on the shoulder.
"His Royal Highness, my master agreed, will you come in with me?"
Helian Rongchuan kept holding Yan Changqing horizontally, kneeling upright. His hair, eyelashes and corners of his lips were all covered with ice, and his entire face was as white as paper, without saying a word.
Wei Jin was taken aback, stretched out a trembling index finger, pricked the tip of Helian Rongchuan's nose, and then retracted suddenly.
Wei Jin bit her lower lip abruptly and wiped away the tears on her face with her sleeves. He was obviously a weak scholar, but he did not know where the brute force came from. He dragged the two in the snow, arms folded on his shoulders, trembling, limping and walking slowly. Close to Shimen.
In the endless, falling darkness, a ray of light suddenly appeared.
This bright light is getting bigger and bigger, like a group of shining white clouds, still blooming with warmth, and with a faint floral fragrance, gradually covering Helian Rongchuan's body, and then slowly lifting him up and up.
The light became more and more shining, almost dazzling, Helian Rongchuan's eyelids trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes.
The amber-like eyes reflected the tall stone wall dome, and bright sunlight was projected from the tall stone dome. Helian Rongchuan unknowingly covered his eyes with his hand and stood up.
There was a faint cold air beneath him. Helian Rongchuan lowered his head and saw that there was a large transparent ice bed beneath him.
Around the ice bed, the cold air was lingering, and a few huge, budding epiphanies loomed faintly. The silver-white flowers and leaves have no wind, and the snow-white petals like cicada wings are closed layer by layer, exuding a faint moon-like light.
On the other side of the ice bed, Yan Changqing was sleeping quietly.
Helian Rongchuan felt a little at ease. Just about to get out of bed, Wei Jin, who was lying next to his bed, woke up, saw Helian Rongchuan for a moment, opened her mouth, and said for a long time: "Are you awake?"
Helian Rongchuan nodded, slightly confused:
"How long have I slept? Why is it daylight?"
Wei Jin smiled softly and burst into tears. Just about to say something, footsteps sounded behind him.
A tall and thin figure walked out of the darkness, in a snow-white robe, with long hair loosely tied around his waist, with a clean face and deep eyebrows. Although he couldn't tell his age, his expression revealed a bit of vicissitudes. He looked down at Wei Jin who was kneeling beside him meaningfully, then turned to Helian Rongchuan and said:
"Presumably my disciple has already told you that it is extremely dangerous to use Mengxiantan to change his life against the sky."
Helian Rongchuan nodded: "I'm not afraid."
"Are you afraid?" Yun Bugui snorted coldly, and continued: "I have searched through classical books over the years, only to realize that in order to open this Meng Xian Tan, we must use the purest water in the world. But this water is not the highest. The snow water on the snow peak is not the clearest river in the world. It is human tears."
"You must have the determination to dedicate your life and sacrifice everything for the person you want to save. There can be no regrets, no hesitations. Only tears shed from such a heart can spur the real dreams of the emperor, the living dead, Flesh bones. But if you shake a little, or even for a moment of fearful distracting thoughts, Meng Xiantan will be polluted by your impure tears, and you will fall into the illusion that it constructs and never wake up until the oil runs out. Died."
Yun Bugui turned around silently and looked into the darkness. Wei Jin didn't feel a shock in her heart. He knew that there were more than a dozen sarcophagi.
"It's not that no one has looked for me in these years. Those people who can climb up this high snow-capped mountain with a dead person on their back can not be said to be insincere. It is a pity that they are all exhausted by the fantasy of Dream Immortal Tan. They died and lay there. They may not know until they die, because they thought they were really mixed up with a few different things. But it's not to blame them, it's just human nature."
Yun Bugui sighed and turned around: "I will ask you one last time, are you really afraid?"
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Long dreams paid off 6
The way of life for the dead, the cause of death for the living.
A little carelessness is hell.
"afraid?"
Helian Rongchuan put Yan Changqing on the ice bed and gently arranged his clothes and long hair.
"I have experienced the most terrible things in this world, and now, what else can I fear?"
Helian Rongchuan looked at Yan Changqing's icy face and smiled brilliantly.
Yan, Sheng'an City.
The sun will be twilight.
Thousands of jackdaws whirled low, and their sharp cries echoed over the deadly silent city. The murderous aura that the rebels had rushed straight into the sky for several days, mixed with blood-colored flames, almost completely destroyed this peaceful and prosperous capital. Outside the city gate, thousands of flesh and blood lay densely packed, too late to burn the buried soldiers' corpses. Large swaths of blood seeped into the ground and froze into dirty dark red ice. And the city was hungry everywhere, and it was tragic.
After the death of General Yun Changqing, who was holding a heavy army and shook the nations, there was an uproar up and down in the center. Tens of thousands of Xuanjia army, known as the "Great Wall of Iron and Steel" of the Yan Kingdom, suddenly lost the core commander, and heard of his death. His vigor became loose sand.
However, on the other hand, the death of Yan Changqing made Taishi Pang and his party members who had always had a rebellious heart overjoyed. The long-planned coup was finally launched. Taishi Pang killed several ministers who were loyal to the emperor and led 50,000 rebellions. The army dashed into Shengjing, trying to usurp power. The rebels and the Sheng'an imperial army fought for several days outside the city. The two-phase stalemate was difficult to distinguish. The rebels simply besieged Sheng'an City, cut off water, food, and blasted bridges and erected barriers to intercept reinforcements, trying to turn Sheng'an into a stalemate. Take the opportunity to capture a dead city.
This is a whole thirty-nine days.
The bitter cold wind carried the stench of carrion, passing through the gray city roads. Several tattered paper money are flying in the air like gray butterflies. The wind blows them higher and higher, but they finally swirl and fall slowly on the high tower.
Murong Xiu, who was dressed in thin plain clothes, stretched out his hand and gently caught a falling paper money.
"Can the lantern and tribute of General Yan's mausoleum be delivered on time today?"
"If you return to the emperor, the minion has sent someone to make arrangements." Liu Quan, the eunuch, replied respectfully.
Liu Quan has stayed in the palace for a long time, and has long learned that his face does not blush and his heart does not beat when lying. At present, the city of Sheng'an has almost run out of ammunition and food, starvation is everywhere, and the change of child and food happens from time to time. At this time, apart from this innocent little emperor, who has the mind to deal with a dead man's affairs?
Anyway, the little emperor was determined to share the tribulation with the people in the city, and faceless facing General Yan's spiritual position, he left the funeral affairs to him. Now that he has this bit of oil and water, it is reasonable to fill his stomach desperately. Thinking of this, Liu Quan felt even more that the follow-up payments for the funeral that he had confided were justified.
Murong Xiu was silent, and he lowered his head and gently rubbed the paper money in his hand. His clothes roared like cracked silk in the cold wind, but he was clearly slender and dusty, but he was filled with pity and decadence, like a ghost.
Already, the thirty-ninth day.
And he has been away for forty-two days.
Murong Xiu sighed lightly and looked down at the entire Sheng'an City from the tower.
"Come with me to see in the city."
The street was covered with thick snow, and it was muddy because no one was cleaning it. There are few people on the road, all of them have swollen faces, shaking, and struggling. Every time walked a street, could always see a few stiff and starved corpses, each with their pale eyes open, which made people shudder.
Murong Xiu didn't need to walk around, only Liu Quan, two rows of Qilin Guards, and a few ministers walked silently on the street. As he walked away, his brows frowned deeper.
Turning around a long alley, the sound of beating and screaming gradually came not far away.
The two Qilin Guards immediately defended each other, but Murong Xiu shook his head: "Go and see."
In a clearing in front of the Sheng'an Mansion, dozens of gray-headed and thin-faced people were fighting each other. Qilinwei stepped forward and yelled, but none of these people obeyed, and they were still vying with each other for something. Murong Xiu took a closer look, and saw that the center of the beating crowd was a 13 or 14-year-old boy. He was holding a large piece of brown object tightly with his hands, his head buried deep in front of his chest, and kneeling on the ground. With a shrunken posture, he resisted the raindrops of fists of other hungry people.
What is in his arms? Murong Xiu couldn't help frowning.
"You can't do the opposite!" Seeing that the scolding was invalid, Qilin Wei drew his long knife. At this time, the fighting crowd finally stopped their fists.
The scarred young man staggered and rolled on the ground. Seeing that no one was vying with him, he laughed twice and said, "I will be a ghost!" As he said, he didn't care about the blood all over his body, and hurriedly took out the piece that he had been protecting. Withered brown things, I didn't wipe them, and I immersed my head in biting bite after bite. The expression was like eating delicacies and delicacies.
Murong Xiu's heart trembled. He finally saw clearly that the young man was holding a piece of bark.
What these dozens of people tried desperately to snatch, turned out to be a piece of bark!
The boy seemed to be extremely hungry. Although the bark was tough and hard and covered with dirt, he was afraid that it would be robbed again. He swallowed forcibly, flushing several times and almost choking. After eating a few bites, the boy raised his head, and his blood-red eyes looked at Murong Xiu proudly and arrogantly:
"Why, this official wants to eat too?"
"Be bold, and in front of the emperor, how can you be allowed to be presumptuous!" Qilinwei stepped forward and shouted.
The young man was dumbfounded, his face full of shock.
Emperor?
Just like a shock, Qi Linwei's words shocked all the hungry people around.
emperor? !
He is the emperor!
The emperor will come here? !
The hungry people were dumbfounded and looked at Murong Xiu in shock. Although he was dressed in plain clothes, his clear and detached face, the golden silk-plated dragon crown on his head, and the two mighty Qilin guards still confirmed his identity immediately.
The crowd was stunned for a while, and suddenly burst into a crying scream.
"The emperor, save us!"
As if it were the first thunder when a storm came, the crowd suddenly boiled.
Yes, at this time, only the emperor can save them!
Countless pairs of desperate, eager eyes for survival looked at Murong Xiu, and people knelt on the ground one after another.
"Emperor, we haven't eaten food for half a month. The bark and grass roots in the city are all stripped. Please help us, we are stuttering!"
"The emperor... I'm hungry and swollen. I can't fit my shoes. There is a pit on my body... No more food... I... I'm starving to death within three days. Please think of a solution. "
"Our whole family is so hungry that we can't move in bed, please, please, please..."
The crowd gathered more and more, there were gray-haired old women leaning on crutches, trembling on the ground and begging, there were skinny men crying and crying in the snow, and more hungry young women with swollen bodies and almost transparent faces. When they heard the sound, they all had tears on their faces, put down the hungry and crying babies in their arms, wiped their eyes and ran.
Heart-piercing crying, tears and pleadings, waves of Sheng'an people, who were skinny or swollen, surrounded Murongxiu and others. They were so hungry that they had no strength, crying and kneeling. Pour a piece, no matter how Qilinwei drives away, he just keeps begging. Murong Xiu paled and looked at the refugees around him, only to feel that every crying and howling shook his headache.
It hurts! Murong Xiu covered his ears abruptly, but the pleading sound still filled his brain like a mountain, shining every nerve in him.
Help me...help me...help me...! ! ! !
That's right, this is the cry that has appeared in his dreams countless times, and the cry that tortured him day by day.
It is the corpse hills in Qixia Village, the gate of Ningcheng city that has been slammed and hammered by countless bloody hands but has never been opened. It is also the deadly sword mark on the neck of the man he loves most in his life in the middle of the snowy night. .
There was a blush in front of him.
is blood!
Blood! !
Blood! ! !
Murong Xiu staggered and almost fell to the ground. Liu Quan hurriedly supported him, and said anxiously: "The emperor! You have not eaten food for two days. The dragon body is important. Why don't you let the old slave take you back?"
Murong Xiu barely stood still, his face pale, and shook his head. Although Sheng'an City has been under siege for more than a month, the emperor enjoys the world's consecration, and he doesn't have to go hungry. However, since the death of Yan Changqing, Murongxiu has not thought about tea and food. After witnessing the tragic situation of Yi Zi's food in Sheng'an City, he even scattered the surplus food in the palace and lived only with water and crude cakes.
But his approach is still a drop in the bucket for the 300,000 households in Sheng'an City. All the food in the city will be completely exhausted in less than three days. At that time, Sheng'an City will completely become a dead city.