Misery: There is a pawn shop here

Chapter 29 Yuan Huang has a dream
Many people in the world believe in dreams.

Historical records say that a man named Cao dreamt of three horses eating from the same trough. Because trough sounds the same as Cao, he feared the horses would eat him. Therefore, anyone with the word "horse" in their name would be avoided, and even threatened to kill them.

but--

"Dreams are just dreams after all. Why should we dwell on them? Taking the scenes in dreams as prophecies, either to comfort us or to make us anxious, is the work of fools. Yuan Huang, as a king, you should have the awareness that man can conquer nature."

"Grandmaster..."

As the clock stopped ticking, the air in the Pepper Room thickened with the scent of ambergris. Beichen Yuanhuang suddenly rose from his brocade quilt, his forehead soaked with sweat, the red-gold tassels dangling from his temples. Beyond the carved window lattice, the cold moon shone like a hook, like the blade that split the bloody mist amidst the blazing city in his dream.

"If you were still here, you would definitely rebuke Yuan Huang for indulging in vanity, right?"

He clutched the pillowcase embroidered with a nine-headed dragon, his knuckles white as frost and snow soaking into his bones. A draft suddenly lifted the feather fan left by Yujie Fei on the desk, its emerald feathers brushing against the gilded animal-faced incense burner. He seemed to see the fluttering sleeves of an old friend, but they vanished into dust the moment he raised his eyes.

Taifu!

Beichen Yuanhuang clenched his fists. In the past few days, he had been having the same dream every night. In his dream, the new capital Chicheng was engulfed in a sea of ​​fire, with the corpses of Beichen Dynasty soldiers lying everywhere. He could do nothing but keep running away.

"Your Majesty." A slightly sharp voice outside the room interrupted Beichen Yuanhuang's thoughts, "King Bingxiang requests an audience."

"King Shoulder to Shoulder..." Beichen Yuanhuang's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he quickly said, "Please ask King Shoulder to wait in Longtu Hall. Have someone prepare boiling water quickly."

"Yes."

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In the Longtu Hall, one can see a man in a purple robe sitting at the first position to the lower left of the throne. He is dignified and handsome. He is none other than the former King Tianxi of the Beichen Dynasty, and now the King Beichen Yin of the Beichen New Dynasty, who is second only to the emperor.

However, the continuous changes in recent days, internal and external troubles, have caused the first person of the Beichen New Dynasty to show a bit of fatigue between his brows.

Hearing the approaching footsteps, Beichen Yin, who had been bowing his head, raised it, concealing his tired expression. He saluted in the direction of the approaching person and said, "Greetings, Your Majesty..."

"No need to be so polite, King Side by Side." Beichen Yuanhuang quickly stepped forward and supported Beichen Yin. Although the two of them still addressed each other as king and subject to others, their father-son relationship had long been proven, but they kept it to themselves in their hearts.

Beichen Yin looked at the person who came and bowed for a moment. He caught a glimpse of the fear that the young emperor could not hide in his eyes, which made Beichen Yin feel a little uneasy, even if it was only for a moment.

Could it be that he also...

Beichen Yin suppressed his uneasiness, and the two of them sat down. Beichen Yuanhuang looked at Beichen Yin, and suddenly the scene in his dream came to his mind again.

Beichen Yin died with a broken arm, and all he could see was the palace reflected in the sea of ​​fire, but he could do nothing but escape.

"Your Majesty?" Beichen Yin looked at Beichen Yuanhuang's strange expression and couldn't help but ask worriedly, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Beichen Yuanhuang shook his head repeatedly upon hearing this, "It's fine, but... King Bingjian is here, is there anything I need to report?"

Beichen Yuanhuang's change of subject was undeniably forced, and Beichen Yin frowned inwardly. However, business was paramount, so he didn't dwell on the matter. Instead, he said, "Shenkan Guizhai's whereabouts remain unknown. I suspect he's been murdered." The tea lid in Beichen Yuanhuang's hand struck the rim of the cup, creating a crisp, trembling sound. He suddenly felt a sticky sensation on his palm; the coiled dragon pattern on the gilded cup holder had sunk into his flesh. The stench of the charred corpse from his dream seemed to linger in his nostrils again, that broken body adorned with purple-gold wristbands... He suddenly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he saw only a still, cold pond.

Shen Kan Gui Zhai is the imperial preceptor of the new Beichen Dynasty. He inherited the plan of the late Taifu Yu Jie Fei and assisted in the regeneration of the Beichen dragon vein. He has extraordinary attainments in magic, but he disappeared mysteriously in the imperial city not long ago. If it is true as Beichen Yin said, there are still undercurrents in the capital today.

"The Demonic Dragon Sacrifice and the Geography Bureau have both been eliminated. Who else has this ability?" Beichen Yuanhuang said.

Beichen Yin could only shake his head: "This matter is just speculation, but the methods of the Jianghu are often strange. Although the Geography Secretary is dead, Deng Jiuwu's whereabouts are still unknown. The Yuan Emperor should not be careless. It is safer not to leave the city in the near future."

Upon hearing this, Beichen Yuanhuang quickly said, "King Bingjian, your words are wrong. As the Lord of Beichen, how can I be timid? Moreover, now that the Imperial Master is missing, the dynasty has lost another supporter. I intend to bring in external reinforcements."

"What does the Emperor Yuan think?"

"Su Huanzhen is sealed in gold, but there are still Jianzi Xianji, Shengzong and others in the Central Plains. The alliance between the two sides still needs to be consolidated. On the other hand, I intend to go and invite the drummer in the primitive forest of the vast sea to come out of seclusion." The young emperor leaned forward slightly, and the twelve-tasseled crown with pearls and jade clashed like the sound of golden swords.

"Drummer?!"

Beichen Yin had naturally heard of the name of San Xuanyin in the Northern Martial Arts World. The human-skin stone drum that had stirred up the martial arts world a while ago also had the shadow of this drummer. However, Beichen Yin was also very clear that the human-skin stone drummer was not a good person. He was naturally worried when he asked Beichen Yuanhuang to go and negotiate.

Beichen Yuanhuang knew exactly what Beichen Yin was thinking, so he said, "Don't worry, King Bingjian. Rumor has it that the drummer still has enemies. Even if the invitation fails, he won't make more enemies given the mutual benefits. However, there's another matter that I'd like to trouble you with."

"Your Majesty, please give your instructions."

"King Shoulder to Shoulder, please don't say that." Beichen Yuanhuang said, "Su Huanzhen previously sent me the 'One Lotus Reincarnation' book, which says that evil swords can destroy gold and silver. If we want to target gold and silver, these two may be the key. King Shoulder to Shoulder needs to keep an eye on their information."

"Jian Xie, Ren Xie..." Beichen Yin nodded slowly upon hearing this. "I understand. After returning to the Central Plains, I will begin to investigate these two."

"Thank you for your hard work, King."

Beichen Yuanhuang got down from his chair, walked to Beichen Yin, picked up a cup of hot tea and presented it to Beichen Yin.

Beichen Yin's expression changed: "Your Majesty, I am terrified..."

"Don't be alarmed. This is just a small gift of tea to show my gratitude to King Bingjian. I hope King Bingjian will not refuse."

"Your Majesty..." Beichen Yin took the teacup with both hands and looked at the person in front of him. Finally, under his control, he sat on the supreme throne that should have belonged to him.

Beichen Yin will not allow anyone to threaten Beichen Yuanhuang's position, no matter what!
Beichen Yin will never allow anything in the dream to come true!
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As Beichen Yin stepped out of the palace, the Purple Star in the sky suddenly dimmed. He took off his cloak and threw it to his followers, revealing the soft black iron armor underneath.

Beichen Yuanhuang stood alone on the eaves of the Longtu Palace, watching the purple figure disappear at the end of the long street. In a trance, the scene of the burning sky in Chicheng gradually emerged in front of his eyes.

"Can man conquer nature?" He laughed softly, shaking off the icicles from the eaves. The shattering sound was like a war drum urging the troops to march.

If that is really God's will, Beichen Yuanhuang will not be afraid to give it a try!
(End of this chapter)