MTL - Harue Kagetsu-Chapter 135

Early the next morning, Luoshen got up early, and when he sent Li Mu to court, he learned a piece of news.

Just last night, her father left and quietly left Gao's house through the side door. Except for the concierge, no servants were alerted.

Gao Qi was the only one who walked with him.

She ran to her parents' bedroom and pushed open the door, but he was nowhere to be seen. When I ran to the study, the study was also empty, and there were only books left in the room, neatly stacked on top of the bookcases, as if waiting for the master to unpack again at some unknown time next time.

Although he knew that his father had decided to leave Jiankang and was about to leave Jiankang, Luoshen still felt extremely sad when this moment came so quickly. For the mother, whose life and death are still uncertain, and most likely is no longer alive, for the father, who may spend the rest of his life in the footsteps of knowing hopelessness but unable to stop searching, and also sad for Li Mu.

No one knew better than her how he had rejected this imperial city.

However, it was because of his act of marrying her in the past, even if he really had ambitions that could not be tolerated by his father at the beginning, but now, Luoshen knows that he has turned his head and has to shoulder the burden. The important task of maintaining the safety of this court.

But from the beginning to the end, he never showed any complaints or helplessness in front of him.

His deepness and grandeur only made Luoshen feel double guilt in his heart.

Sometimes, after thinking too much, she was even a little scared, afraid that he would regret marrying her because of this.

If it weren't for his own fetters, he was born in such a chaotic world, with his ability, he could be more free to do whatever he wanted and give it a shot.

But she didn't have the courage to ask him that.

She knew that he had never really had a relaxing time.

Even more so now.

Although he didn't reveal a single point, she could feel that the great Sima's glory that countless people looked up to, did not bring him any joy.

Facing the concerned gaze from him, she held back the sadness in her heart, until he went out and watched his back disappear gradually in the dawn, then silently wept, and then soon, she wiped it again. Tears gone.

From today onwards, the pattern of the Southern Dynasty court is completely different from before.

The valve is broken. A great burden was placed on the shoulders of Li Mu, who rose from a humble family.

She can't share half of it for him.

From now on, all she can do is to try her best to be his wife and tell him not to be distracted by herself.

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In the past nearly a year, when Xiao Shi's Southern Dynasty experienced a huge turmoil that was almost wiped out, at the same time, the northern Central Plains, thousands of miles away, had never stopped wars and disputes.

When Li Mu was blocked on his way back to the army, he used the idea that Murong Xi was going to attack Luoyang and transferred the troops of the Northern Xia clan.

His letter was more a prophecy than a creation out of nothing.

His prophecy, after that, soon became a reality.

Just when the Southern Dynasty was busy quelling the rebellion of Tianshijiao and Xu Mi, Murongxi led his troops south from Yan County and launched a battle of revenge against Beixia.

The protracted grievances between the Xianbei and Jiexia tribes began with conquest and plunder. Likewise, the crusades of conquest and plunder come to an end.

Just half a month ago, after several battles, the Beiyan army finally broke through Gaoliang, the capital of Beixia, which was only a few hundred miles away from Luoyang.

This battle is about the safety of Luoyang. Emperor Beixia, who won the world on horseback, personally led his troops to Gaoliang to fight. He was defeated and lost. He fled with the remnants of the army. He wanted to take a breath and regroup. to.

The humiliation of the past burns with fire. Murong went into battle in person, wielding his sword with one arm, extremely fierce. He led the army to encircle it on all sides and launched a vicious attack on the enemy. Jie Di was injured, and under the protection of his cronies, he finally broke out of the siege, but on the way to escape again, he finally failed to escape the almost crazy pursuit from Murong Ti, and was shot off the horse's back by a bow and arrow.

After capturing Emperor Xia, Murong did not kill him immediately. Instead, he held the knife in his own hands, slashed and slashed, and slowly tortured him. When the enemy had only one breath left, he ordered the cavalry to trample back and forth in a horse formation, until the body was trampled into blood by the horse's hooves nailed with iron palms, even the bones. They were all shattered into scum, embedded in the mud, and no human form could be seen on the ground, only a pool of dirty and fuzzy blood was left, and then finally gave up.

When Murong Zhe arrived, he saw his brother standing beside him, with drops of blood splattered on his stiff face. She stared at the puddle of things on the ground, and the vicious eyes shot out of those purple eyes made her tremble even when she saw it.

She hurried to her brother's side and told him a piece of news: "Brother, uncle has led the troops into Gaoliang, and let the soldiers massacre the city to celebrate..."

Murong Xi is naturally a ruthless person. But unlike ordinary Xianbei people, he has been deeply sinicized since he was young. Unlike the people in the clan who would burn, kill, and loot every time they attacked, this time, he attacked Gao Liang, and from his heart, he did not want to do so. However, considering that the previous battle was very difficult, the soldiers of Beiyan paid a considerable price to capture the city. After the attack, the wealthy people in the army coveted Gaoliang and asked to be given the opportunity to reap benefits in accordance with the usual practice.

Murong Xi didn't want to agree at first, but seeing the clan and the generals were all red-eyed, the crowd was excited, considering that there was still Luoyang to fight, and the regime was not stable, if they didn't give them some tangible benefits, he was afraid that it would lead to self-criticism. Dissatisfied, it was not conducive to the future service of the army, so he agreed and allowed the soldiers to celebrate for three days.

The so-called "celebration" is to let the soldiers loot, **** and kill in the city. To kill adult Han people, including foreign men, **** their women, in order to cleanse the blood as much as possible for the future rule of the Xianbei people.

This is something that the Hu regime, which occupied the Central Plains, would do after moving south from Dayu and before the founding of the country. It is commonplace for everyone.

Therefore, this is not the main point that Murong Zhe wants to say.

The point is, she glanced at the puddle of mud on the ground.

"Brother, have you forgotten that your uncle specially instructed you to keep Emperor Jie's life and take him alive to meet him?"

She was worried that her brother would not be able to bear to kill the enemy, so she came over here on purpose.

Unexpectedly, it was still a step late.

There was an infinite worry in her expression.

Murong was expressionless, and threw the blood-stained dagger in his hand into the mud on the ground, and then slowly turned around the blood-splattered face, his eyes flickered, and he said lightly, "You still haven't. Do you understand? He knew that I had an undeniable feud with this person, and he allowed me to hunt him down. What difference does it make if I kill or not? Killing him is of course disobedience. Deep. You're a smart man, if you were him, would you like me to kill or not?"

Murong Zhe thought for a while, then returned to his senses.

If she was her uncle Murong Xi, she would naturally rather see a Murong Subi who acted rashly on impulse, rather than keep a person who could endure such a shame and shame.

Which type of person is more dangerous is obvious at a glance.

Her eyes lit up, she breathed a sigh of relief, and said happily, "I understand. Brother, you did the right thing!"

She glanced at the muddy flesh covered with horseshoe prints that could not be seen before, and spat bitterly: "It's a pity I'm late, otherwise I could have made a few more cuts with my own hands!"

Murong Ti raised his left arm with difficulty, and slowly wiped off the blood droplets on his face with his sleeve, which seemed very laborious.

Since this arm was disabled, some daily tasks, such as the action of wiping blood on his face just now, could have been done easily with his right hand, but he has been habitually using this disabled arm.

Murong Zhe didn't know why he did this at first.

But now, she slowly began to guess something.

The elder brother is probably going to use this method to remind himself over and over again who is the one who abolished his arm.

That man has now become the Great Sima of the Southern Dynasty, under one person, over ten thousand people, taking prestige and power, and holding a high position.

She turned her head subconsciously, glanced at the far south, a complex look flashed across her eyes, and she fell silent.

Murong slowly put down that arm and said lightly: "Go back. The eldest princess has been picked up by you for so long, and now it's time to show up and ask my uncle to meet her."