Emperor Phoenix

Chapter 299

And I... I am destined to make the final comment on my life with a mirror image of water and moon.

The blood is no longer flowing, as for those wounds that are not seen by others, only oneself can feel it slowly.

Xiao Chen lowered his head slowly, staring at Youtiaoer, but for a moment, his complexion became a little bit worse.

"You come with me."

He slowly moved to the front of the case, took a few sheets of imperial jade paper, dipped the ink into the pen, and slowly wrote the imperial edict.

There was a wry smile on his lips... Back then, when I copied endless books for you, I actually learned your handwriting, even if you couldn't recognize it yourself. I have never used it for so many years, but I never thought... After you go... I want to write one last time.

Is it God's will, do you want me to commemorate you for the last time in this way?or...

Several copies of the imperial edict were lined up, and Xiao Chen gently took out from his bosom a small white jade chapter that was slightly warm, the delicate private seal of Chihuniu, engraved on it: Master of Jintang.

This is Xiao Jue's number, named after the courtyard "Jin Tang" where he lived in the Huainan Prince's Mansion back then. Xiao Jue is a person who doesn't care about these trivial matters, so he got this number for him.

In my heart, it was just to commemorate the frightened sword light flying in the brocade hall back then.

He personally engraved this private seal for Xiao Jue, and Xiao Jue used it when issuing imperial edicts. Last time Xiao Jue came to visit him, he asked Xiao Jue for it, and he actually returned it to him.

Xiao Chen smiled wryly...Brother, do you love me too much, or do you care too little about me?

God's will... It's still God's will, God's will wants me to do this for you, no one else can do it, God's will wants me to go with you, there is no need to delay for a moment.

Smiling, Xiao Chen handed the perfect imitation to You Tiao'er, and said softly: "Go."

You Tiao'er stared at the edict in amazement. He could read His Majesty's handwriting, but he didn't expect the prince's handwriting to be exactly the same as His Majesty's. Now there will be no problem in mobilizing the Shandu Battalion and the Beijing Army.

He kowtowed happily and said loudly: "On behalf of the crown prince, I thank the prince for his generous help!"

Xiao Chen waved his hand, thinking of the child who bowed to him in her hand in Anping Palace that day, a bleak smile appeared on his face.

"I'm not for him..."

But You Tiao'er couldn't wait to hold the Shangyu and hurried away, the wind brought by walking knocked the door shut.

Xiao Chen didn't even turn his head, just in a daze, slowly tidying up the paper and pens on the table.

As soon as he lowered his head, there was a "pop", and a drop of blood fell onto the paper.

Xiao Chen looked at the spot of blood in a daze, and suddenly picked up the pen, and on the spot of bright red, the side front reversed and hooked the old trunk, the thick ink center hooked the branches, and the outline of a snow-covered plum gradually appeared.

"Crack! Crack!" The blood dripped more and more, spilling all over the paper, Xiao Chen smiled slightly, and it was dyed into branches full of red plums, the branches were strong, and the branches were full of flowers, just like the courtyard of the fourth young master of the Huainan Palace. In the old plum tree in the garden, the young Xiao Jue often danced his sword under it, and the young Xiao Chen often hid in the corner of the pavilion and peeked.

That tree is rippling with plum blossoms and sword light snow...

Whose shoulders has it fallen since then?

The rice paper is clean and the plum blossoms are delicate and beautiful.

In my life, the last plum painting is made with blood, but no one appreciates it, but there is no need to appreciate it.

"Snapped!"

The ink pen falls to the ground, and thousands of black stars are splashed on the water-polished brick floor. The sky and the earth are closed, and the world is silent. a road.

Changfeng leisurely, silently listening to the man who has lived a life of honor but also a life of misery, whispering in the darkness as light as flying snow.

brother.

I hate it...you're my brother.

On the night of the eighth day of March in the sixth year of Qianyuan, in Anping Palace, Zhao Wang Xiaochen, the only younger brother of Emperor Xiliang, died.

On the ninth day of March in the sixth year of Qianyuan, a decree was issued to urgently mobilize the Shandu camp and the Beijing army's army King Qin. One hundred thousand troops surrounded the Dayi Hall. The palace door slammed open.

The moment the door opened, the huge tripod overturned, and the ground was filled with feces and urine, and the smell of all officials in the feces was unbearable.

The moment the door opened, King Jing'an looked back and smiled lightly, and said in a low voice: "In the past few days, the news should have reached Yan City, Bai Yuan, I've usurped it, and I don't care if she will come back or not. "

Then he stepped on the throne, threw away the nine-dragon crown he had been wearing for a few days with a wave of his hand, tore off the golden robe that was used as a quilt several times, looked sideways at those embarrassed officials, and laughed loudly: "The happiest thing in life I'm done!" Then he dragged the prince's hand, stepped on the crown jewels scattered all over the floor, and floated out of the hall.

The army that looked like iron barrels around the hall retreated in unison.

But Baozi lightly pressed his palm and said in a low voice, "I'll see you off."

Yu Zixi turned her head in astonishment.

"You imprisoned me for a few days, just because you were afraid that the villain was still in ambush and someone would harm me, so you detained everyone and protected me." The man's heart said, "You are in a difficult situation...you don't want to...you are just putting on a show...you let the fritters go...you are waiting for this moment..."

Yu Zixi looked at him in shock, but Baozi lowered his eyelashes. In his little heart, he kept circling that beautiful picture...the dancing girl...the shining ice and snow everywhere...a falling lamp Red light... the one who spent his life searching for...

He never said a word.

My lord... you are so pitiful...

The spring breeze in March gently blows across the white sky steps. On the steps, the man in red and the child in yellow are looking up at a certain direction beyond the sky.

The man in red looked to the east, there, under the glacier that has not melted for thousands of years, someone was waiting for him to say his final farewell.

The child in yellow is looking at the direction of the south in a daze. Over there, is the mother looking back in his direction?
His fingers are always gently hooking Yu Zixi's palm.

Slowly, word by word, Yu Zixi's deepest sorrowful call was repeated in her heart.

"Turn up and down in your life, even if you rebelled twice, you can't get it in return. You look back."

Let me borrow your life.

In the sea near Yancheng, on a light boat, Qin Changge whispered like a whisper, but it sounded like thunder in Sikonghen's ear.

Sikonghen suddenly looked back, Qin Changge had already whispered a few words in his ear.

With a flash in his eyes, Sikong Hen blinked, and Qin Changge looked at him with a smile, very satisfied with his cautiousness.

Then he turned his head towards Bai Yuan, sneered and raised the crossbow equipped with thunderbolts.

Shui Jingchen rowed faster, Bai Yuan turned around and entered the cabin, probably wanting to protect the queen.

Sikonghen suddenly rushed towards Qin Changge, pushed the crossbow in her hand away, and shot it into the sky with a bang, drawing a straight black line and falling into the water, blowing up a bunch of fish again.

Qin Changge was furious, he waved Sikonghen away with his sleeves and raised his crossbow again, Sikonghen fell down on the deck, Gululu rolled a long way, but immediately got up again defiantly, and staggered towards Qin Changsinger arm.

Qin Changge kicked him away and slammed him against the side of the ship. Sikong Hen raised his head, spat out a mouthful of blood with a wow, and fell limp to the ground. He was shaken by the swaying ship and rolled to Qin Changge's feet.

"Zheng!"

The sound of the piano protrudes.

It came from the cabin of the Baiyuan boat ahead.

The light and continuous sound of the piano, low and round, soft but not weak, floats on the surface of the bright red water with waves and waves, and then slowly spreads to the ears of the silent listeners.

Those yearning...reluctance...trust...sadness...helplessness...farewell...everything is melted in the high distant piano sound like the orchid in the empty valley, stepping on the empty mountain in a trance, the mountain is full of osmanthus falling, and A pandan orchid under the bright moon is calming its core quietly.

There was a moment of silence, and then, the sound of a flute suddenly rose from the sea, soaring up to the sky, cruising among the stars in the sky, the sound of the flute was also full of sadness, but it was a little more sad and sad than the sound of the piano.

The sea breeze suddenly calmed down, the stratus clouds suddenly lowered, and the gulls passed silently across the water surface, stirring up moonlight-like waves. At the end of the waves, the endless water bank is near.

At this moment, all spirits are silent, listening to the harmony of the piano and flute and expressing their thoughts.

Sikonghen, who had rolled to the ground, looked back suddenly, and said in a trembling voice: "Wan Lan is saying goodbye... Who is she saying goodbye to... Ah, it's not me... She's not going to be... No, no!"

He completely forgot where he was and what he was going to do, and struggled to get up. Qin Changge immediately stepped on him, and shouted angrily through the sound transmission: "I don't know if she will die immediately, but you dare to act recklessly!" , I will call her dead immediately!"

Without waiting for Sikonghen's answer, Qin Changge sneered, raised the crossbow arrow for the third time, and pointed it flat at Bai Yuan's cabin.

Sikonghen yelled, grabbed Qin Changge's boots, and hit her leg with his head.

Qin Changge was caught off guard and tilted, and then stopped, the crossbow arrow trembled in his hand, and the thunderbolt shot out at a slightly skewed angle, and shot at the bow of Bai Yuan's boat.

Shui Jingchen suddenly floated up, and the "air paddle" in his palm suddenly turned into a soft white cloth, just like Qin Changge before, wrapped around Pilizi unreliably, and then threw it back.

Qin Changge suddenly swung Sikonghen's body, and met Pilizi in mid-air!

"boom!"

Between the two boats, the human body exploded in mid-air, bursting into bright red blood-colored flowers in an instant. In the billowing black smoke, minced meat and white bones flew in all directions like tens of thousands of blooming filaments, and a crimson flower burst out. Then, they fell into the deep blue water one after another, and there was a rain of blood and flesh all over the sky.

The sound of the piano cracked and stopped abruptly.

There was an extremely loud silence followed by an extremely loud noise.

"what!"

Suddenly there was a loud shout from the boat ahead, it was actually Bai Yuan's voice, the voice was not only painful, but also full of sadness and anger, just listening to that voice, one felt great pain rushing towards one's face.

Shui Jingchen, who had been steering the helm himself, jumped up suddenly, turned around and glanced hastily, his expression changed drastically, but he didn't go over, but swung his horizontal sword and floated up, and swept straight to the water surface in front of him.

With a flash of white light in his palm, he paddled into a boat, spread it into a thin sheet under his feet, parted the water and broke through the waves, and rushed straight to a boat on the shore not far away.

(End of this chapter)