MTL - Emperor’s Conquest-Chapter 53 Blood Blade

In the brightly lit Zhaoyang Hall, the maids and doctors of the palace were busy and everyone was lowering their eyebrows.

Except for the groaning from the temple, there was no other voice. The temple was horribly quiet, and the moaning sound broke into the ear, making people palpitated.

Outside the hall was a heavily armoured embargo, waiting eagerly. The night was as iron as lead, and the darkness was overwhelming.

In my memory, this ancient lonely Zhaoyang Temple ushered in the second coming of new life.

Queen Ming Zhen had given birth to Zilong's brother here ... that day, vaguely, the palace was changing, and the world was changing colors. It has been many years, as if I still saw Queen Xie Xiao in white, hugging her baby and kneeling at me. Now Jinger abolished the emperor's throne, far away in Fengyi, his condition gradually improved, and finally he was guaranteed peace. Like my sister's request, did I do it, or did I fail? Has Zilong been reincarnated into the people now, wishing to be a returnee and living a life freely?

In front of a palace lamp, I stunned, and didn't feel caught in the past.

Suddenly, a faint baby cried and shocked me.

The voice was tender and tender, like a kitten. Immediately my heartbeat increased, I just hoped for mercy from God, it must be a girl!

Liao Yue stepped out of the inner hall hurriedly, kneeling on his knees, "The queen gave birth to a little prince."

There was a loud noise in the ear, and the last line of lucky prayers were also shattered.

The prince ... After all, I am a little prince, after all, I am forced to make this choice.

I fell back to my chair and looked up blankly, only to feel that this Zhaoyang Temple has never been as gloomy as this moment.

The swaying shadows between the phoenix beams and the palace drapes, seem to be the lingering spirits of the ancestors of the royal family and the queens of all ages.

At this moment they were looking down at me, looking down at this half-royal blood flowing on the body, whether they would personally kill the last blood of the last dynasty.

—— "Leave a girl but not a man". The five words Xiao Xiao allowed me that day left this baby alive.

I have always held this line of hope, praying to heaven to show mercy and let Hu Yao give birth to a daughter.

The other half of the vitality was also in secret planning.

For a long time, I have been thinking about how to leave a life for Ziyi and his wife and children. In the future, like Jinger, away from the deep palace fan cage, go to a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, and spend the rest of his life.

Until today, I still plan this way-if Queen Hu gave birth to a prince, he will secretly take the child out of the court and hide in the palace as the son of a grandma. Only the young prince will be announced to die. After waiting for the Zen position, he went to Fengyi, and then returned the little prince, who was born to his parents as Yizi.

However, the secret mission was defeated, Hu's door was destroyed, and Ziyu's hateful slapping brought a fatal blow to my overall planning.

My wishful thinking was ultimately wrong, completely wrong.

Ziyi is not Jinger, not a child who is at the mercy of his life.

The hatred of the throne and the hatred of the genocide can never be resolved in this life.

Ziyi and Xiaoyi, Hu Yao and I are destined to be eternal enemies.

Now the baby does not know the joys and sorrows of the world, but what will happen to him after many years? He knew that from the moment of his birth, he had already carried the grudges of his father's parents-the blood was endless and the grudges were endless!

"Prince!" Liao Yue whispered to me, "The queen is weak after delivery and is still in a coma. The little prince has not given birth prematurely, and her birth defects are insufficient. At present, she seems to be weak and worried.

My heart tightened, "Bring the child in and let me see."

"Yes." Liao Yue responded.

I groaned for a moment, "Chen Taiyi came in."

The grandmother stepped out of the inner hall, hugging a bright yellow cormorant, and kneeled down before me, carefully raising the cormorant.

The baby wrapped in the crotch did not cry, but only made a faint snoring sound.

I raised my hand tremblingly, and was about to take it from the grandmother. I suddenly saw the child's face—the outline of his mouth and nose, exactly like Zi Zi, but his eyebrows looked like Hu Yao.

He seemed to sense my gaze, his thin eyelashes fluttered, and he opened his eyes.

Suddenly, I had an illusion, and a pair of resentful eyes dangled in front of me, and poisonous mansions usually penetrated into my eyes.

It was Hu Yao's eyes, but it seemed like Hu Guangyuan, the young boy who was upright and the young man who committed himself in prison.

The grandma looked at me and stretched out her hand, but stood still, and wanted to pass me into my hand.

"Don't come over!" I was shocked, backed away, and Guangxi swooped down the palace lantern.

The palace lamp went out and went out, and suddenly dim.

"Slave **** it!" The grandmother shook her head in shock, hugged the baby, and trembled at a loss.

The child seemed to be frightened and wailed weakly.

I stepped back and forth a few times, Fang grabbed my heart, caressed my chest, and didn't dare to look at the little girl.

The palace lanterns swayed around, but I couldn't see my face. Only in the shadows did I feel safe.

"Prince, the doctor is here." Liao Yan looked behind me in surprise.

I heard the sound of boots, and I turned around to see—not only the three doctors, but the first one, but Song Huaien.

I took a sigh of coolness, raised my eyes and looked at Song Huain, and it was worthy of his calm eyes.

It was so calm and almost cruel that even death could not move it.

"The doctor has arrived. Will the doctor be treated immediately," Song Huai'en lowered his head, "please show her."

My eyes slowly swept across the faces of the three doctors.

Taiyi Sun, Taiyi Xu, and Taiyi Liu, they were originally.

I don't even know that these three highly regarded national players are actually those who worked for Xiao Yan.

Xiao Zheng had already arranged everything.

If a newborn baby is to die, who else can do it easier than a doctor?

This child is alive or dead, only between their hands raised.

Song Huai'en said nothing, waiting for my show.

What if he refuses? What if I forcibly took the child away, as I originally planned, to hide him safely? Even if the child grows up safely, what is the fate of waiting for him?

Leng Khan rushed down, his mind was chaotic, and he couldn't think of it anymore, but he felt hopeless, all the way to the end was wrong, wrong, wrong! How can it be right? For ten years, right or wrong, who will tell me clearly?

A maid stepped out of the inner court hurriedly, kneeling and said, "Prince Kai, the queen lady wakes up and asks His Highness ..."

"Bold!" Song Huai-en drank, "After the abolition of Hu, the Hu is already a puppet, whoever commits the nonsense, Tingzhang thirty!"

The maid was so frightened that she couldn't even ask for mercy, and the guard immediately stepped forward and dragged her out.

The maids around her kneeled in horror, all trembling.

Song Huayn bowed his head, "please make a decision quickly."

I closed my eyes wearyly, stealing a life in resentment, or dying without knowing it, which one is kind? If one day, this child will bring new killings and turmoil. Maybe it's Xiao Yan, maybe it's my Cheer. There will always be someone who will be against him. Then, I would rather this person be me, rather this kill. Sin was carried by me.

In my body, half of the blood of the royal family is kept, the same blood as this child.

Just let this bloodline sever in my hands, and everything goes to zero.

"Please have a doctor to diagnose the pulse of His Royal Highness." I turned and stepped out of Zhaoyang.

Stepping out of the hall, the night was as dark as ink, the outlines of the hall near and far were clear.

I slowly turned around and looked deep into Zhaoyang Hall.

The past, like a snow-capped mountain, crashed and rushed, annihilating me.

Once, I was a toddler here, playing with the piano, aunt Cheng Huan ’s knees; once, I first met my son here, two little guesses, spent the purest years; once, I accepted the marriage here, and my fate turned from here. This path cannot be turned back; once, I detained my aunt here, betrayed my relatives, and stained my hands with blood for the first time; once, I was here to watch Queen Xie's sacrifice ... today, I am here to depose The uncle's queen executed his son.

The patrol guard was shocked by a group of crows and scraped La La flying across the palace wall.

The crow was screaming, sobbing.

"Aunt Xu ..." I called blankly.

"Prince!" It was Song Huain's voice.

I was a little hesitant. Looking at him for a while, I remembered that Aunt Xu was not around.

He seemed to be talking, but I couldn't hear a word.

Supporting the corridor pillar, I fumbled and walked two steps, leaning back on Liang Qinqin's carved pillar, and slowly sitting on the ground.

Song Huai'en reached out to help and wanted to hold me together.

I shook my head, raised my knees, and buried my face in my knees.

It was very cold and tired, I didn't have the strength to talk anymore, I just wanted to sleep like this.

Suddenly, whose arm held me up, with a slight warmth, but not my familiar embrace ... Xiao You, where have you been, why have you been so long, and haven't come back yet.

The front is blazing fire, but the back is the magnificent abyss. The advance and retreat are all dangerous. It seems to be back in Ningshuo, once again standing on a cliff high, but when a familiar figure appeared, he reached out to me far away.

I ran desperately, suddenly felt empty, and hurriedly fell.

"Xiao Yun!" I blurted and exclaimed, and opened my eyes, but I saw the embroidered cymbals drooping, the morning light was getting through, where was his shadow.

Recalling just the dream, the whole body was suddenly cold and hot, sweating through the coat.

I opened the curtain and helped the bed post to the ground. A Yue lifted the curtain and came in, and put on a robe for me.

"Why did I sleep like this for a long time." I walked under the window blankly, pushing the long window open, and the cool morning breeze rushed into my face.

A Yue rolled up the curtain. "Where has it been for a long time, you only returned to your house in the middle of the night, and it took less than two hours."

"It's too long, and I can't afford to delay ..." I paused, looking over the corridor Jiuqu, looking straight at the standing figure in front of the court, "That's--"

"It's Lord Song." A Yue whispered back, "After escorting the princess back to her house last night, Lord Song has always been here and never left."

I was half a while away from speaking.

The figure was basking in the morning light, guarding it as if it were a golden armor.

I refreshed slightly, raised my bun, pushed the door out, and walked behind him.

"Wion."

He shook his shoulder, turned to look at me, and then leaned forward to salute.

I stretched out my hand, twitched my fingertips over his sleeve, and immediately withdrew. The identity etiquette separated the due alienation.

As usual, he asked indifferently, with respect to politeness, not to mention the thrillingness of last night, nor to the immediate situation.

In the morning light, everything seemed pure and kind, as if it was just a nightmare last night, and it had dispersed in the morning light.

I stared at him and smiled lightly, "Thank you, Lord Right."

He also smiled, "Dare."

"I always seem to thank you?" Looking at his duansu, I didn't smile.

"I'm always scared, too." He laughed, revealing his bright white teeth.

This is the first time he has spoken to me, without claiming to be a subordinate or humble.

All the way to the study, he always followed me behind me, a step away.

He's always been here, where I can't see, never leave, and never come near.

Unconsciously, it has been ten years. In the past, the young general who was full of spirits is now a man of honor, with children around his knees.

At the door of the cave that day, the newly-married woman throwing a kerchief angrily turned into what it looks like now, and probably, I have also grown old a lot-remember that I have n’t looked in the mirror for a long time, but I did n’t want Get your own looks.

Not only are the years of change easy, but many have changed, lost, or never come back.

After experiencing all kinds of exodus, it is still valuable to be still around.

The young prince sang Yu Yin at the beginning.

Bells ring, and the sixth house is mourning.

Thirty moments later, one of Hu's gate and seventy-three suspected of a perpetrator were all detained and imprisoned.

In troubled times, the strong are born, and the weak are dead. Even if Huanghuang is like the home of Xie Xie, it may be destroyed at any time.

This is a step away from the peak of power.

How many people are ravaged by this Nine-Five-year-old respect, and how many people are involuntary. If they do not go to the highest place, they will only have to be mermaids.

The secret letter of my handwritten book has been sent to Xiao Yan by Pegasus. Now that Hu's wife is out, Huang Huang is extinct, and his son's abdication is finally set.

Zen position is also the last vitality of Zi Xun.

The award of Jiuxi is already a precursor to Zen. Only when Xiao Yan's class teacher returns to the dynasty can he give the ritual of Zen.

I ordered Song Huaien to prepare for the discussion of the Zen Dynasty, and at the same time, let the only remaining dwellings in the dwellings express their feelings, and return to the old age by themselves.

Everything is carried out step by step in accordance with our wishes. It can be said that everything is ready, and only Xiao Xiao will return to the dynasty.

However, he had clearly received my confidential letter, but he refused to be a teacher.

After Yuzhang Wang Dajun conquered the southern Turkic city, he did not return to the army. He only took a five-day break, led by Xiao Yi, and advanced all the way across the vast snowy mountain range between the northern and southern Turks. The iron hoof of the Central Plains Army set foot on the cold soil of Mobei for the first time.

It was the place where the Turks originated. In the bitter cold north, even the Turks were unwilling to live long, and attacked from the south for generations. They had waged countless wars and occupied a fertile land in the warm south.

Except for the northern Turkic people, no alien has reached that land.

If it encroached on that land, it would mean that the Turks lost their last homeland, that would mean surrender and perish.

This powerful nation that has been in the north for hundreds of years has confronted the Central Plains through the ages. Even if it encounters resistance again and again, it has repeatedly defeated the desert. It can always make a comeback with strong vitality and rise again and again in the North, becoming a permanent threat to the Central Plains.

This nation, like weeds on the grasslands, never seems to go extinct.

However, this time, the annals of history seems to be completely rewritten in Xiao Yan's hands.

Winter is coming, and the North Pole will face up to five months of snow and ice.

Turks are short-sighted and benefit from the war.

Xie Xiaohe led a 50,000-step ride into the Mt. Daidaishan, which had severed the Turkic food road.

If the protracted days siege the enemy forces in the dead city, the grain and grass cannot survive, and their vigor will be exhausted, and morale will be frustrated. Even if it does not cost a soldier or a soldier, the Turks can be trapped alive.

Since ancient times, many overlords have commanded the Northern Expedition, trying to flatten Hu Lu and dominate the North and the South.

With Xiao Xi's Hehe Wuxun, it has reached an unprecedented place.

However Wan Wanshan had only one step to reach the summit, and his lifelong thirst for dedication was finally in sight-at this moment, there was no force to let him go.