Assassin He Chunxia

Chapter 117

The silence after the uproar.

The sky was getting bright, and the faint morning light awakened the city of Nanjing, and the sound of all sounds sounded in the outer city one after another.

In the inner city, the imperial city, someone stayed up all night.

This majestic, quaint, centuries-old imperial city is still sleeping, so quiet that only the hiss of burning candles remains.

The wind came from afar, passing through the Beast Kiss Corridor, the Five Dragon Stone Bridge, blowing across the Yu River surrounding the city, and was blown away by the brightly lit hall.

That person who hadn't slept all night, he sat alone on the dragon chair in the middle of the imperial city, quietly stroking the golden dragon embroidery pattern wrapped around his sleeve.The morning light passed through the curtains, and in the majestic and spacious hall, his shadow was elongated by the peripheral light, like a giant beast entrenched in its own territory.

He still remembers the boy who was huddled alone in the middle of the sea of ​​blood, when he was 12 years old.

Among the princes, he ranks No.11, the last position.A few years after he was born, the first emperor became obsessed with the way of longevity. He knew that his father never liked him, or in other words, never cared about him.

He has a good mother, the best mother in the world, a woman from Shaanxi, the daughter of the Zhenxi Mansion, who doesn't read much, is kind and straightforward, easy to get along with, and the eunuchs and maids around him are kind, and he is well taken care of , never alone.

15 years.

He couldn't remember the date of that day, but he only remembered that it was not long after his father passed away. The throne, the high position, was constantly being fought among his elder brothers. Yu Daomu, no one thought that such a position would be occupied by a woman.

His eighth sister, a woman, a woman with sharp sword flowers when dancing swords, Yu Jianhe.

How can a woman stand out from such shrewd and capable princes?
Blood stained her way up the stairs.

Yu Ziqi is 12 years old, and has reached the age of understanding. The status of the prince will be used by those who want to make a big fuss.

So an accident happened, the assassins rushed into the Forbidden Palace like no one else was there, the daggers slashed through the throats of the maids, bloody climbed up the curtains.

His mother picked up a pair of fine scissors, tremblingly protecting him behind her.

The butcher's knife swung at him and his mother failed to fall in the end, and the assassins died the moment they raised their hands, and what pierced the assassins' hearts were only a few golden hairpins picked up at random.

He saw the face of the person who came, and he recognized the person who came to the front slowly and saved the lives of the two of them.

Zhan Weihao, Yu Jianhe's teacher, is now under one person in Dayu Dynasty and above ten thousand people, the chief eunuch in charge of the eunuch, the head of the East Palace.

The mother who was next to his body trembled even more, he couldn't remember what Zhan Weihao said, he only knew that his mother looked back, her eyes were calm and firm.Immediately, the thin scissors pierced the heart, and there was a sound like a flower blooming.

Bright red stuck to the corners of his eyes, and he couldn't tell if it was blood or tears.

He remembered that Zhan Weihao pulled him up from the pool of blood, held his hand tightly, walked a long, long way, and sent him outside the palace gate.

He wept so conspicuously all the way that people on the road dared not raise their eyes to look at him, or those around him.

The wind sent him far away, and he knew he survived.

The owner of Zhenxi Mansion is his grandfather, but there are too many people in Zhenxi Mansion. He is a dead person and cannot be exposed. He can only live with his servants.

The war with the Manchus soon started, and he set off with his grandfather, suffered a lot, and saw the hardships of the people's livelihood.

Two years later, Dayu Empress Yu Jianhe died suddenly on the throne. The news spread to the front line. It was the first time he saw his grandfather smile. Grandpa asked him if he wanted to return to the capital and become emperor.

He stayed.

He is the prince of the Dayu Dynasty, and he is a soldier of the Dayu Dynasty.

He guards the gate.

The battle with the Manchus was very difficult, internal and external troubles, precarious, he lost a lot, brothers, relatives who were born and died, the unsmiling, always in the middle of the night, silently holding a candle lamp, knocking on the servant's room, taught him a lot of truths grandpa.

Four years later, when he returned to the capital, the person sitting on the throne was not him, but Yu Jianhe's younger brother Yu Gufeng, a prince who had no sense of existence just like him before.He was 16 years old when he entered the city, and he was the youngest and most prestigious Prince of Zhenxi.

He looked down on this elder brother, an idiot who can only enjoy the glory and wealth, how can he support the rest of the world.

Zhan Weihao personally welcomes him into the city, and the two have a long talk, some are tempted, some are comforted, some are young and frivolous, and some have gone through the trials and hardships of war and blood.

"You are still young, and you have no influence in the capital. Besides, it is hard for the world to be stable, so don't cause trouble."

He refused to accept it, but he admitted it.

"I have to ask one thing, as a chess piece, if I chose to return to Beijing two years ago, would the person sitting in that position be me."

"No." Zhan Weihao shook his head without thinking, watched him gradually burn, and then smiled with his eyes calming down a little bit.

Zhan Weihao saw the ambition and calmness in his eyes, which made the smile on Zhan Weihao's face gradually widen, "The Holy One is neither talented nor wise. Alas, the king on the chessboard is also a chess piece."

And you, you have the qualification to stand outside the chessboard, but it will not be the past, nor the present.

The chess field is a simplified battlefield. He doesn't know how to play chess, but he is 16 years old and has experienced hundreds of battles. He will become the best chess player in the world.

Zhan Weihao saw this clearly, adopted him as a adopted son, and gave him room to flex his muscles. Yuzhou, Shaanxi, and the nine border towns worked hard for ten years, and in exchange for the reputation of the king's heart like jade town Xihou, in ten years, He has never married a wife and never had a child. He is afraid that his heart will be soft, and if he has concerns, he will have weaknesses.

His 27th birthday was spent on the way to the imperial city.Zhan Weihao has power all over the world. After the assassination, he is afraid that he will no longer be able to restrain his subordinates. If he dies, all the ghosts and snakes who have been hiding in the dark for ten years will jump out. Someone must take over the power in Zhan Weihao's hands.

He felt a little sad when his adoptive father fell, but he also knew that his chance had come.

The forces in Beijing are intricate, and the bureaucrats are all fine. His desire for power is just Sima Zhao's heart, and everyone knows it.

Before Zhan Weihao died, he talked to him for a long time, and the other adopted sons didn't know what they said.In fact, he didn't know that Zhan Weihao had used too much drug cream before he died, and his speech was so weak that he couldn't hear clearly.

The world cannot be chaotic.

He saw the elder brother sitting on the throne looking at the Manchu princess.

He was disappointed.

Hai Dongqing, who is riding on horseback, looks like a mighty horse, but he is willing to bow his head and humbly ask for advice from the dragon who defeated him.

And the dragon, who eats fat and fat, and has squinting eyes, does this deserve to be called a dragon?

He will rebel.

It's just that he couldn't figure it out, the people's hearts gained through ten years of painstaking efforts were not worth an unborn child.

Mo Qingshan.

According to the investigation, the actor of the Mo family's troupe, the sword master of Qiushui... a Jianghu woman who is pregnant with a real dragon?

Who is destiny?As for what to do with her, there is still no conclusion in the debate.

Suddenly, he moved his ears and opened his eyes.

A young girl in her golden age tiptoed around the hall, cautiously poking her head to blow out the lights in the candlesticks.

Its daybreak.

He recognized her, the maid he personally recruited into the palace, a refugee from Huai'an City.

He wanted to get up, but then he thought about it, when the maid saw the Holy Majesty, she had to kneel down and pay respects.

A small man, kneeling on this cold and heartless hall?

Don't disturb her anymore.

He closed his eyes, listening to the shallow footsteps gradually walking away.

He stood up and pushed open the gate of the main hall. The sun rose, and the warm golden light fell on the earth. At the end of the field of vision, in the Beast Kiss Corridor behind the Wulong Stone Bridge, well-dressed officials were slowly moving forward with wat boards in their hands.

He looked up to the sky, and something came from afar, flowing over his strong and wrinkled forehead, blowing his hair with a few strands of silver, and lightly passing over his upright figure.

Is it the wind?
Or,
The boy who died at the age of 12.

(End of this chapter)