Morbid pet

A little bit of hope gradually rose in Xie Zhao's heart that he could unify the Central Plains.

It just went out again immediately, because it was almost impossible.After the Qin State unified the four seas at the end of the pre-Qin period, no one who could unify the Central Plains appeared again.

And even if the Central Plains is unified, the Hu people in the north are still eyeing it.

He couldn't help but sigh.

"What is Your Majesty worried about?"

Xie Zhao raised his eyes and looked at the female officer in front of him: "I'm worried. After all, we can't relax too much about the northern border."

The female officer smiled and said: "Your Majesty, there is no need to worry. Bei Rong's envoys have already arrived in Chang'an City. I heard that Your Majesty held a banquet in Chang'an City to entertain the Bei Rong's envoys. I think they will also send envoys. This is a good relationship." opportunity."

Xie Zhao chuckled, but he had forgotten that Bei Rong was not stupid. "Well, that's how it should be. Pass down the order and have a banquet in three days."

The female officer took the order to retreat.

Three days later, the imperial garden in the capital was decorated with lanterns and festoons, singing and dancing.Xie Zhao was wearing a purple robe embroidered with golden dragons, sitting on a high place.

An Ying changed into a brand new set of clothes, looking heroic and extraordinary.

"An Ying pays homage to His Majesty the Emperor." An Ying bowed and saluted.

"Aiqing is free of courtesy. I will give you a seat." Xie Zhao said with a smile.

An Ying thanked him and took a seat, "Your Majesty is really refreshed today, sweeping away the tiredness of the past."

Xie Zhao nodded slightly, and stared at Baiguan with cold eyes: "Does Aiqing like excitement?"

An Ying shook his head, "No, I think it's too noisy."

An Ying won the title of a third-rank ambassador to seal borders.

——Hello.

Yes, it's just a title.

He also took an investment of 5000 million taels from Changle, which can be described as a winner in life.

An Ying felt that there was nothing dissatisfied now, and he began to have an inexplicable affection for this moody emperor.

Xie Zhao laughed: "Aiqing, don't be modest, you can try our Daming's food and drink to see if it suits your appetite. There are also dancers from the Western Regions who came here today. If you like it, you can bring it with you. go home."

An Ying: ...

For some reason, he actually had the urge to run away, but remembering the 5000 million taels of silver, he finally bit the bullet and ate it.

When eating and drinking, An Ying always behaved politely.

Xie Zhao looked proud, and he praised with a smile: "I know you have been in northern Xinjiang for a long time, and you are used to the rough and bold style of northern Xinjiang, and you are not used to the food here, but you will get better slowly. .”

An Ying lowered his eyelids: "Your Majesty is absolutely right. Our diet in northern Xinjiang is always more casual, and we even eat raw food. It is definitely not as exquisite as Daming's dishes."

Xie Zhao patted An Ying on the shoulder, "Don't be restrained, let's chat as brothers."

An Ying complained silently in his heart: "Your Majesty, you are the monarch, how dare a humble minister call you brother and brother?"

"Why not?" Xie Zhao said with a smile, and then took An Ying's arm kindly, "You drink with me tonight, and we won't go home until we're drunk. Changle is your friend, can't I be Are you friends yet?"

"It's better to obey orders than to be respectful."

The two flattered each other, and they had a harmonious meal.

An Ying just wanted to escape.

Xie Zhao wins over him like this, he is an ambassador to the frontier with no real power, what else can Xie Zhao use in him?

He asked himself, thought a lot but did not get a definite answer.

In the end, I had no choice but to wait and go back to find a chance to ask the empress.

After the banquet, An Ying returned to his residence, and after washing up, he lay on the bed but couldn't sleep.

He turned over and remembered the way Xie Zhao looked at him in the imperial garden today. For some reason, he always felt uncomfortable. He wanted to leave, but Xie Zhao kept staring at him, as if he wanted to see through him the skin and see what's inside.And Xie Zhao's eyes are like hooks, which can pierce people's hearts at a glance, it is really terrifying!
An Ying became more and more irritable, he sat up suddenly, "Come on!"

The door creaked and was pushed open, and his personal guard Lin Fei walked in quickly: "This subordinate has seen the prince."

An Ying rubbed his eyebrows: "Lin Fei, I'm no longer the prince of Northern Xinjiang. I feel a little tired, let's go for a walk in the suburbs."

Lin Fei was a little surprised, but he quickly realized, "Yes, Prince."

The night was as cold as water, An Ying wore a thick black cloak and walked in the cold and windy night.

Going for a walk in the middle of the night?
What kind of walk?

Lin Fei closely followed An Ying's footsteps. He didn't know why An Ying suddenly proposed to go for a walk in the countryside. It was late at night, so he wouldn't be assassinated, right?
The two of them walked for a long time, An Ying suddenly stopped, and he turned his head to look at the empty wilderness under the moonlight.

He suddenly laughed, "Lin Fei, do you know? This is their name."

Lin Fei was stunned, "Prince, what are you referring to?"

An Ying didn't speak, and continued walking.

The night was lonely, the cold wind was howling, and Anying's voice was ethereal, "The scenery in northern Xinjiang is beautiful, and such scenery also exists in Daming. There used to be a lot of prosperity in northern Xinjiang, with endless wealth and glory and countless vegetation treasures." , and even many people bloodied the battlefield in order to compete for these. Our country has suffered from wars, and my father died in the flames of war. He died so tragically that there was no body left. The same is true of my mother and concubine, she I also died. I also grew up on my own. Over the years, every time I dreamed of that war, I would dream of my father fighting on the battlefield. His armor was torn, and his face was full of scars. blood, but he still insisted on refusing to fall, he wanted to kill the enemy. But we refused to save him, and even mocked him as a burden." An Ying smiled bitterly, "He deserved to die, but I I couldn't bear it, so I let him survive. He was very kind to me and taught me a lot, taught me the art of war, taught me how to govern the country, taught me the way of being a king, and taught me the principles of life and deeds."

"But I don't like it! I don't like governing the country, and I don't want to lobby around for the already crumbling country. You say, what I did was wrong?"

Lin Fei is very difficult to comment.

He bit his lips tightly, the jackdaw flew over his head, his eyelashes moved, and his dark pupils were full of loyalty to his master. "Prince, you just chose the right thing. Northern Xinjiang is sparsely populated and sparsely populated. In the last war, Northern Xinjiang paid a heavy price. Even the prince and princess died on the battlefield. We These people actually don’t want much, they just want peace and joy. It’s really not that complicated, so don’t think too much about it. They rely on Daming to make northern Xinjiang stable, and they also won a considerable sum of money to make people who are willing People who come to Daming to develop have a chance to live a good life, which is already very good. You have done a good job."

An Ying's eyes were slightly red, and he choked up and said, "Although the father is dead, I know that he has always been by my side." His voice was choked up, "He is a man worthy of admiration. And the concubine mother Too."

An Ying's eyes were slightly sour. He sniffed and tried to control his tears, "It's enough to have him as my guiding light in this life. I always think that when he leads the way, he must not be thinking about how to let Beijiang take advantage of him." The art of witchcraft to expand the territory and gradually increase its own power. It is for the peace of the tribe."

At this time, An Ying suddenly heard the sound of horseshoes trampling the snow and the shouts of people running away in a hurry.He subconsciously turned his head to look at the iron riders chasing behind, and those iron riders rushed towards him quickly.

His eyes widened in fright, and his head buzzed.

He saw those cavalry and rushed towards him.

At that moment, his eyes were wide open, and tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes. He covered his mouth hard to prevent himself from crying, and then ran forward.

A mournful howl came from behind.

"Prince." Lin Fei immediately chased after him.

When the two finally ran out of the city wall, An Ying supported the tree trunk and panted heavily.

Lin Fei looked at his expression carefully, "Prince, are you all right?"

An Ying calmed down and waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.

An Ying wiped away tears, "Let's go, let's go home."

Back in the mansion, An Ying lay down to rest, while Lin Fei stood guard at the door and did not fall asleep.

He knew that one sentence of what the prince said just now was a lie to him.

How could he be afraid?He is a prince, no one can hurt him.

But...he didn't know why, but he felt flustered inexplicably, and his chest was filled with fear.

An Ying closed his eyes, trying not to think about those terrible things.

……

Early the next morning, An Ying was about to go out when he saw a group of guards rushing in with a stretcher. The person on the stretcher was General Zhao from yesterday's banquet. His eyes were closed and he was unconscious.

An Ying was startled, and he asked, "What's going on?"

Several guards knelt down one after another and reported with trembling voices, "Reporting to Your Highness, General Zhao suddenly became critically ill this morning."

An Ying frowned: "What's going on? General Zhao is strong and strong in martial arts, how could he suddenly become seriously ill?"

"Reporting to Your Highness, according to the doctor, it was because General Zhao drank a lot of wine yesterday and the cold wind blew this morning, so he suddenly became ill. It's just... General Zhao has a noble status, but he once fought to his death on the battlefield. There are many stubborn diseases left behind. Even with the best medicinal materials, I am afraid they cannot be cured.”

An Ying pondered for a moment, "Take me to have a look."

General Zhao was sent to the dormitory.

An Ying carefully checked his pulse, pupils and ears, and he frowned and said, "He must have had an emergency because he drank too much alcohol, which caused continuous diarrhea."

An Ying took out a pill and handed it to Lin Fei, and said, "Feed him to swallow it."

Lin Fei asked suspiciously, "Prince, what is this?"

"Painkillers." An Ying said, he reached out and touched General Zhao's forehead, it was really hot.He sighed: "You go out first, I will give General Zhao an injection."

Lin Fei nodded and backed out.

When An Ying was the only one left in the room, An Ying took off his clothes slowly, revealing his healthy and honey-colored skin.

An Ying had won the golden needle bag, and deftly poked his fingertips, squeezing out the blood from his fingertips.

An Ying stared at his own blood, his eyes darkened.He gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and cut a knife on his palm, blood flowed out along the way.

The blood fell on the white jade plate and turned into a pool of blood.

Afterwards, An Ying twisted a silver needle and pierced it into his palm.

The silver needle was instantly soaked in blood.

An Ying placed the silver needle in the center of his palm and gently rotated it.

A drop of blood penetrated the silver needle, flowed out along the bloodstain, and slowly gathered into a drop of blood.

An Ying clenched his fists, closed his eyes, activated the witchcraft in his body, and poured blood into General Zhao's body.

After a while, the blood flowed into General Zhao's mouth along the silver needle.

The bloody smell permeated, and the strong bloody smell spread in the house, gradually filling the whole room, making people addicted to it and unable to extricate themselves.

An Ying retracted the Gu worm and waited quietly.

He knows that this kind of blood gu needs to be nourished by human blood, so the current blood gu is not too powerful, and if he waits for it to grow into an adult, he may not be able to do anything about it.

An Ying stood up, walked to the bronze mirror and sat down, and stretched out his hand to remove the mask of the bronze mirror.

The moment the bronze mirror mask was lifted, his face was reflected in the mirror.He looked at himself in the mirror and suddenly smiled.

That's right!No wonder Father doesn't like him, no wonder everyone hates him, no wonder...

No wonder his mother and concubine looked so resentful when he died.

No wonder for so many years, he has never enjoyed the glory that a prince should have. Even in this cold and indifferent palace, he can't even protect his most basic life.

His father disliked him, his brothers disliked him, and his sister hated him even more.

But so what, they are all dead.

And the only surviving prince who seemed to have a good life was actually a poor wretch.

He admires his father very much and relies on his mother.But the memories given to him by his parents are almost only disgust and blank.

But he never complained, because he knew that he was a man of heaven and heaven, and one day, he would get what he wanted.

He deserves it all.

He deserves the honor.

An Ying suddenly raised his face, his lips curved slightly, and he murmured, "This is just the beginning."

He stretched out his right arm, picked up a golden needle between his index finger and middle finger, and twirled it quickly at the fingertips. The golden needle shone with a sharp cold light, as if it would shoot through the flesh at any time.

His eyes became sharp, his fingers stabbed into his arm suddenly, and a hot current flowed from the fingertips into his wrist.

Holding his breath and concentrating, An Ying pierced the golden needles into various acupuncture points on General Zhao's body.

After about half a stick of incense, General Zhao's cough became clearer.

An Ying heaved a sigh of relief, and he put down his sleeve to cover the shocking wound on his arm.

He got up and walked out of the bedroom.

It may be his fault that Xie Zhao asked to rush over and hastily passed General Zhao into Chang'an City.

General Zhao still didn't wake up, Xie Zhao looked at the imperial physician beside the bed, and asked, "How is General Zhao?"

"Reporting to Your Majesty, General Zhao is no longer in danger of life. I will prescribe the decocted medicine later, and he will be cured."

Xie Zhao breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you for your hard work, you all go down."

The imperial physicians withdrew from General Zhao's bedroom.

An Ying stared at General Zhao's face, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes.

Xie Zhao suddenly asked, "An Ying, how did you save General Zhao? Even the imperial physician was helpless, but you did it." He looked at An Ying with impatience.

An Ying had already sworn to Changle that he would not use witchcraft in Daming, and he made an exception just after he arrived.

It's not good for anyone if it gets out.

Although he saved people's lives.

But there will always be a gap between the monarch and his ministers.

And that estrangement was actually An Ying himself.

Things that are too powerful, or things that are too beyond the cognition of ordinary people, cannot be allowed to exist.

Unless, you can bring them checks and balances.

Otherwise there will be riots and panic.

And An Ying didn't want Daming's panic, it was useless to him.

He lowered his brows and said in a cold voice: "Reporting to Your Majesty, I just used Beijiang's detoxification powder and gave it to General Zhao to drive out the poisonous blood in his body. I don't know the rest of the treatment methods. "

Xie Zhao looked at him suspiciously, and said after a while, "Okay."