Cifengque

Chapter 256 She Can't Back Down and Won't Back Down

The setting sun is like blood, and tired birds return to their nests.

The light in the sky dimmed inch by inch, and the birds with spread wings condensed into ink and disappeared in a flash.

The lofty mountains, like beasts that devoured the scorching sun, towered far away and unshakably.

The warmth in Jun Ci's phoenix eyes was also taken away a little bit, tinged with the coolness of the cold night: "Aye, what is this world to them? What are the people to them?

The flames of war are everywhere, the country has no peace, the land is in depression, and the people are in dire straits.But between the hands of those in power!

They are masters, supported by the people, and treat the people like ants. How can they see the suffering of the people with their noble heads raised?How have you ever tasted the taste of being displaced?

Today, the Yuan clan rebelled against them, and they supported the Zhou clan to destroy the Yuan clan; in the future, if the Zhou clan was unwilling to regenerate and resist, would another Zhao clan, Wang clan, or Li clan come to replace him?
They are intertwined, restraining each other, and no one has the ability to overwhelm the heroes and climb to the top.They tacitly took a step back, not wanting the supreme imperial power, but joined hands to empty the imperial power.

In their eyes, the Ninth Five-Year Lord is just a discarded son. Compared with leading the way, perhaps they are more satisfied with the change of dynasty, but it's just a matter of talking and laughing.

Aye, is this the family? "

Her voice was resounding, sonorous and powerful, and she showed her sharpness like a sword drawn from its sheath.

The disgust and questioning mixed in the words made Jun Xi tremble with fear: "A Ci, the origin of this world is like this..."

The weak eat the strong.

The aristocratic family monopolizes the learned people in the world, so they can drive the world.

No matter how heroic Zhou Rong was, he still had to surrender in order to be eligible to be the next heir recognized by them.

"Heh!" Junci sneered, "Aye, you are right, the way of the world is like this! But who is born a king and a wise man?
Could it be that the so-called aristocratic family was such an unshakable behemoth a hundred years ago or a thousand years ago?

No they are not!

Different ways do not conspire with each other, I was born with pride, I am against their way, if they want me to succumb to them, unless - I am smashed to pieces! "

"A Ci!" Looking at Jun Ci, who saluted deeply towards him, took two steps back resolutely, and went away resolutely, Jun Xi stepped forward two steps, trying to stop her, "A Ci, you haven't understood what this is What kind of earth-shattering force? Do you think you can shake it with just your meager strength?"

Stopping his galloping steps, Junci didn't turn his head, his straight back was like a sword: "Aye, I don't dare to be frivolous. I can fight against the world's aristocratic families by myself, but someone must walk this road, and someone must take the lead.

I don't know how far I can go, and I don't know right and wrong, but I just do what I want. "

After saying that, he stepped forward, and the fiery red robe disappeared around the corner.

Jun Xi stamped his feet, sighed deeply, his eyes were full of complexities.

Jun Ci, who left the Grand General's Mansion, was also in a heavy heart, and he was at a loss as to where to go.

She was frustrated and didn't know where to vent it.

"A Ci!" The familiar voice made her raise her head subconsciously, alerting herself that she had unknowingly walked to the Shangshu Mansion.

It seems that her uncle's mansion has always been her escape.

Standing at the door, Zhang Cheng saw his preoccupied cousin, and strode up to greet him: "Boling Fen wine, I just warmed up a pot for my brother."

Unable to show his face, Jun Ci followed Zhang Cheng into the room.

Zhang Cheng didn't ask her why she was unhappy, he took several jars of fine wine and put them on one side, sat on one side, and filled her cups himself.

She didn't seem to be able to relieve herself after drinking a few glasses, she threw away the wine bottle, and before reaching out, a jug of wine was handed to her.

Taking a look at Zhang Cheng who pampered her, Jun Ci grabbed the wine jar, bent his arms and raised his head, gulping down.

The wine that was too late to swallow spilled all over the floor, and Ai Jie's Zhang Cheng Meifeng didn't even move.

After pouring a jar of wine, which wet most of his clothes, Junci raised his hand to wipe his lips, and behaved more boldly than countless men.

She likes to be with her uncle, whether it is a well-behaved cousin or a serious and self-denying uncle, he never restrains her and disciplines her.

No matter how deviant her behavior is, they seem to have forgotten all the rules and etiquette with her, as long as she is happy.

With a bang, the wine jar fell on the low table. Junci did not let go, but he propped up half of his body, looking at him with clear phoenix eyes: "Cousin, the road ahead is unclear, thorns are everywhere, and there are thousands of ravines. If you are not careful, It's just smashing into pieces, do you think I should retreat?"

Zhang Cheng opened another jar of wine and handed it to her with both hands, calmly: "Don't ask me, just ask your heart."

"Ask the heart?" Junci took the wine jar and repeated in a mutter.

"Of course." Zhang Cheng nodded, pulled his sleeves back with one hand, and served the wine and side dishes with the other, and said slowly, "The world is full of thousands of faces, and each person has his own way of life.

It doesn't matter if you are mediocre or busy.Where the heart goes, there is no complaint or preference. "

Zhang Cheng's words made Junci couldn't help laughing out loud, what's the difference between this and what she said to Aye just now?
But looking at Zhang Cheng's handsome face through the crimson flames around the furnace, the flame seemed to shine on her heart, and she didn't know if the strong wine was fermented, but her whole body was warmed up from the inside out.

"If you act recklessly, it will affect your close relatives...do you have to have no hesitation?" After saying these words, the blockage in Junci's heart finally eased.

Zhang Cheng smiled, holding the chopsticks and serving her dishes: "Ah Ci, can you really open up the sea and the sky if you take a step back?"

These words are like a heavy hammer hammering into the heart of Junci.

Can the sea and the sky be broad?

Probably not!

Ying Wuchen must have made some compromises or parting ways of his own, so that when Zhou Rong bowed his head to meet with the big families, Ying Lang asked to expose the matter incidentally, and Zhou Rong could no longer pursue it on her or the Jun family.

But the hatred of killing a son is irreconcilable!

Today Zhou Rong was forced to bend and stretch, surrendering to the aristocratic family at the cost of the death of his two sons, but the hatred in his heart will only be buried deeper, and he will surely avenge his shame in the future!
If he can't touch Ying Shi, he will wait until she has nothing to do with Ying Shi to settle the case with her.

But sooner or later!

And Zhou Rong really let go of this hatred. With her temperament, unless she abandons everything now, stays away from the Northern Dynasty, and stops looking at these filthy and bruised bodies, otherwise it will be nothing but to fight angrily. It is sooner or later.

As she said, they have different ways and do not conspire with each other!
"There is no way out, so why do you deceive yourself? Retreating will only reveal your hidden fragility, making it easier for the enemy's claws to kill you with one blow." In the last sentence, Zhang Cheng's tone sank.

With a shock in his heart, Junci's eyes became more and more determined: "What my cousin said is true, I should not and cannot retreat!"

With a smile in Zhang Cheng's eyes, he watched her drinking happily.

Twilight falls, night falls.

In the wilderness outside the imperial city, Ying Wuchen's cloak with silver squirrel fur fluttered in the night wind, he looked in the direction of the city gate, lowered his head and sighed softly to the silver fox in his arms: "After all, she chose to stay. "

(End of this chapter)