I have many teachers

Chapter 184 Remembrance (2\2)

Fufeng County City, a mansion in the south of the city.

The atmosphere was quiet, Dingsong sat cross-legged in the front room, resting in meditation, the saber was unsheathed and lay across his knees, while the woman was resting in the main room, her eyes were slightly closed, and thin air was oozing from her nostrils. Khan obviously didn't sleep soundly, the memory of the past was gradually becoming clear under the influence of some emotion, and it reappeared at this time.

It's fire, it's swords.

It is a fierce killing intent.

Under the blazing torches, the mighty palace gate was illuminated, and the hideous and frightened faces were illuminated. The black weapons in their hands exuded a cold and quiet light, exuding a murderous aura that was hard to ignore, illuminating Brighten up the hero of Longxi who threw his neck back and drank wildly, and thundered all over his body.

It also illuminated the clean face beside him.

No official uniform, no armor.

Under heavy siege, he was still dressed in a clean blue Confucian shirt. Even among swordsmen, he still looked clean, clear and elegant.

This is the person she calls her master and the person she calls her teacher.

This is a half-grown boy who would be in a hurry when he saw her, flicking out candies from all over his body to make her happy.

But holding the dragon-slaying dagger, he pushed away the Xuanwu guard in front and walked quickly. A loud voice behind him told him to stop. In front of him, his father, the prince at that time, glared at him and shouted coldly.

"You dare to kill the king!"

"Why don't you dare!"

The boy who was only 17 years old didn't have the slightest fear at that time. He stabbed the dagger directly into his father's heart. Blood gushed out, leaving black marks on the golden dragon robe.

She was on the side at that time, and she could see that those originally warm eyes had changed.

Decisive and direct.

Holding the dagger, he turned slightly, took a step back, and threw the dagger on the ground with a clang. The soldiers who were fighting around stopped their movements at this moment, and looked at the young man in disbelief. The world was dead silent, only Seeing the blue-shirted boy, half-princess bowed his hands to the dragon-robed man who fell to the ground, and said calmly.

"Your Highness, please go ahead."

"The minister will come later."

"you……"

Between heaven and earth, there was an invisible dragon chant sound, screaming and furious, dancing in the sky, even the flames gathered by the countless torches were dimmed, in her frightened eyes, there seemed to be a dragon weeping blood, roaring and rushing. It entered the body of the seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy in front of him.

The warm eyes gradually lost their original brilliance.

The temples were gradually graying, and it seemed that he had reached the age of dying in an instant.

But his back is still straight and his face is still calm.

She turned around, cupped her hands, and bowed deeply to her second uncle.

"My minister, accept the crime."

"what!"

Li Wanshun woke up from the nightmare again, his eyes were full of panic, he sat up abruptly, his breath was short of breath, only when he saw the Fufeng-style decoration, he came back to his senses and realized that he was no longer in Tianjing , let alone in the imperial palace more than ten years ago.

Naturally, there was no roar of thunder in front of him.

Not to mention that face that looks clean and calm, but has sharp brows like a sword.

Recalling the scene at that time, although it was a cool night, the clothes on her body were already wet, her heart was beating faster, and the drowsiness had completely disappeared. The woman sat on the bed, gathered herself together, and got out of the bed, wearing a moon-white silk Underclothes, with loose black hair hanging down the back,

Looking at one half of the face, it is as soft and beautiful as a fairy in Yaochi, while the other half has a soft outline, but it is covered with a light-colored gold-painted mask. The pupils exposed are not black, but the color of emerald jade.

The woman sat at the table and poured herself a cup of tea.

Even though it has been nearly 20 years since this incident, every time I dream about it in the middle of the night, I always feel terrified and unable to restrain myself.

Who would have thought that the crown prince who was becoming more and more favored and would pass on the throne after a few years would be assassinated on the spot after the moon sacrifice and before going to the palace banquet.

The situation back then was turned upside down.

At the root of it, it was just because of a scholar who had no strength to restrain a chicken.

The woman hugged the teacup with both hands and fingers, and the coolness penetrated through the delicate porcelain cup, almost penetrating into the bones. In her mind, she couldn't help but recall the Fufeng Book Keeper that Yuwen Qingzhu said.

Dressed in blue.

His eyebrows are not perfectly handsome, but they are very clean.

The most important point is that the surname is king, and one thought of An Feng.

Is it your son?

Master Wang.

The teeth bit on the lip, a little blood oozes out, and slides down the face, which is shocking.

.......................................

In the city of Tianjing, the Imperial Palace.

In the imperial study room, His Majesty the Emperor of the Great Qin Empire was still flipping through the memorials. In the recent Mid-Autumn Festival, in addition to celebrating with the people, the royal family also had to prepare for the grand ceremony of offering sacrifices to the moon. There were many things that needed to be busy.

Fortunately, he was born on horseback back then, and he joined the army at the age of 13. He also once stepped into the hinterland of the enemy's country to challenge the enemy's generals. Daqin can be as stable as it is today, and he can be regarded as participating in it. Somewhat abandoned, but also a real fourth-rank warrior.

Still able to survive.

Fu processed some more memorials, and the eunuch who had served him for a long time brought a ginseng soup.

The eunuch, who was no longer young, took the empty bowl, looked at the tired look on the emperor's face, and comforted him in a low voice:
"Your Majesty, it's late at night, why don't you rest earlier today?"

The emperor moved his stiff muscles and said:
"No need...you back off."

The eunuch didn't dare to answer, he gave a low voice, lowered his palms, and walked out of the imperial study softly.

After a while, he was the only one left in the study room. The man raised his head and looked out the window. He saw the bright moon in the sky and the clouds gathered and dispersed. He looked a little dazed and said:
"It's Mid-Autumn Festival..."

After a moment of silence, he sighed:

"In the past, it was okay to steal a moment, but now, you can't steal it... You can't steal it, after all, you promised someone."

Shaking his head, Fu endured a faint impatience in his heart, and looked at those memorials full of clichés.

17 years ago.

"……I'm leaving."

At that time, he, who had already been named the prince, looked at his good friend, who killed the prince, assassinated the prince, was bitten by the dragon energy of the world, and had no cultivation level, his vitality was like a candle in the wind, and he would die soon, silent. Down, said:

"Stay here, and I will find the best doctor for you."

The white-haired boy smiled, turned around, looked at him with disdain, and said:
"Rescue your own brother-killing enemy?"

"You... Take care of yourself."

"You are much better than your brothers. Daqin has not stabilized yet. Tubo and Xiongnu are there. Just pretend to be a grandson, and you just have to beat them harder in the end."

"Temporary humiliation is not a problem. People in the world, and the conclusion of the history books, only depends on the result."

The voice fell silent.

The blue-shirted scholar looked at him, exhaled, and said softly:

"After today, you and I will never see each other again."

"So far in my life, I have been obsessed with the principles in the book, and I have not yet tasted the beauty of the world. Now that I am dying, I should take a look at the scenery of this world, otherwise it would be a pity."

The voice paused slightly, then shook his head again and sighed, saying:
"However, I always feel that even if I live to be 80 years old, when I die, I will still feel regretful, regretful, like I haven't practiced martial arts, and I haven't confessed my heart to the girl I like..."

"But even if it's a pity, what's the use?"

"After all, I did make a very careful choice at that time. Although I feel regretful at this point in my life, I don't have the slightest regret. If I do it again, I will probably make the same choice."

"I hope you can too."

The prince at that time didn't know how to respond to these words, he just remembered that after talking for a long time, the Confucian scholar was about to leave, and before leaving, he said to him:
"You don't need to send it away, just don't forget the three things you promised me."

"...Under the three feet of hell, I will wait for your answer."

He waved his hand, turned around and walked outside, never looking back.

He stretched out his hand to persuade him to stay, but he couldn't open his mouth. He could only watch the figure go farther and farther away, the blue shirt and white hair gradually disappear, and the Longxi hero who gave him a cold look, holding the Confucian scholar The back collar, let it struggle with its teeth and claws, and threw it on the horse's back, and drove the horse away.

He wanted to run after him.

But this majestic dragon robe seemed to freeze his body, making him unable to move, so that he could only maintain the majesty that a crown prince should have, standing in the palace with his hands behind his back, watching his friends go away.

At that time, he really felt the cold distance.

The emperor looked in a daze, came back to his senses, looked at the memorial of his subordinates, what happened 17 years ago was vivid in his memory, and laughed softly:
"Hey, three things..."

"Let the people of the world eat well, dress warmly, and live well."

"My surname is Wang... your tone is as loud as ever. Are these three things?"

"Just like your specialty dish that is the most delicious in the world."

"I really believed in your evil!"

PS: The second update... well, the story line of Wang Anfeng's father started to slip away...

(End of this chapter)