The group's favorite little Fubao has become the most arrogant kid in the whole imperial city

Chapter 149 The Flowers Have Fallen

Xiao Mingxuan raised his hand to wipe away the spit flying on his face and said, "I know, but... I don't care anymore. Whether it's the position of power in the imperial city or my life in danger, I will stay here just to make myself feel more at ease, regardless of life or death."

"You!" Nangong Yan almost swore, but after a long while, as if he had lost all his strength, he suddenly said, "Xiao Mingxuan, tell me the truth, don't you want to..."

Nangong Yan swallowed his unfinished words under Xiao Mingxuan's cold gaze.

He thought... he knew the answer.

"It's up to you. If you want to die, then go ahead and die!"

Nangong Yan walked away, but Xiao Mingxuan remained motionless.

"Xiao Xi'er." Xiao Mingxuan leaned on the railing, calling out the name hidden in his heart, "If I die in your hands, will you calm down?"

Zhao Jinyuan was in a coma, Zhao Chengning was in a state of despair, and a scheme had destroyed Emperor Jingyuan's most proud successor. Tian Shuo had no heir, so this could be considered revenge for his mother and clan members.

Xiao Mingxuan felt as if he had had a very long dream. In the dream, his mother was still there, and was still as gentle and amiable as in his memory.

"My dear, are you happy that you have taken revenge?"

"I'm not happy. Mother, I seem to have lost... everything."

"Do you regret it?"

"I regret lying to her and using her, but I don't regret avenging you."

"If you had to do it again, would you do it again?"

"……meeting."

"In this life, we will always meet many people. Each person will accompany you for a period of time and then go away. If you have no regrets, let her go, and... let you go."

"Mother, I...can't bear to leave."

"If you can't bear to let go, just keep pestering me. But maybe in this lifetime... there will be no result."

"It's as sweet as sugar."

*
In September, Beimo sent a large army to abduct and kill Prince Jing Xiao Mingxuan.

In October, General Liu Yuan, who was in charge of the Northern Expedition, led his troops to attack the Northern Desert and went straight into the hinterland.

In November, Beimo ran out of ammunition and food, the Beimo Wolf Lord was killed, and the thirteen tribes belonged to Tianshuo.

At this point, the border troubles that had plagued three generations of Tianshuo emperors were completely ended.

Liu Yuan had just dealt with the letters of surrender submitted by thirteen tribes and counted the horses and food supplies. When he turned around, he saw Xihe's back.

She faced the endless grassland, with a ruin burned by a fire behind her. She seemed to be standing at the boundary between black and white, separating heaven and hell with her body.

"What are you thinking about?" Liu Yuan walked over and asked.

Xihe smiled when she saw someone coming, "I didn't think much, I just think this grassland is so beautiful."

Liu Yuan responded. He was a little tired from working so hard these days, but now that Beimo belonged to Tianshuo, he felt his blood boiling. "From now on, Tianshuo won't have to worry about raising horses and food anymore."

Xihe smiled, thought about it, and suddenly asked: "Should we go back to the imperial city?"

"Yes! Once everything here is counted, we will return to the Imperial City before the end of the year." Liu Yuan had been away for half a year, and he missed his homeland. He looked west and said, "If there is anyone you want to see or anything you want to say, just say it now. You may not have the chance again in the future."

Xihe paused for a moment, pursed her lips and said, "I don't know what to say when I see you. It seems there is nothing to say."

In the past, the two of them were always together, talking about everything, as if they had endless things to say.

Now they are facing each other, each one is more silent than the other.

Is it that I have nothing to say, or that I don’t dare to say what I want to say.

Liu Yuan mentioned another matter as if unintentionally. "Just now, when we were checking, we found that one of the private soldiers of the Northern Desert Wolf Lord was missing. I heard that they seemed to have gone to the west. I remember that the eldest son seemed to be stationed in the west. Do you think they will..."

Before Liu Yuan could finish his words, he was suddenly pushed away. He saw Xihe riding a horse, and the horse's belly kicked, and then he ran far away to the west.

Liu Yuan was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "I finally softened my heart."

*
The Beili military camp was filled with noise, the sound of fighting was endless, and flames shot into the sky.

Xiao Mingxuan sat in the tent, his expression unchanged.

In front of him stood several burly men dressed in Northern Desert style, each holding a knife and looking ferocious.

The Wolf Lord of Beimo realized it later and suspected that Beili and Tianshuo had teamed up to trick him, so he wanted to drag Xiao Mingxuan to hell with them.

The moment the butcher's knife was swung, Xiao Mingxuan felt an unprecedented peace.

Finally...it's over.

The expected pain did not come, but the sound of a sharp arrow flying past was heard in my ears.

Whoosh—when he opened his eyes again, Xiao Mingxuan saw Xihe walking slowly towards him from the firelight. She was dressed in red, holding a bow, with a calm expression. If you looked closely, you would notice the worry in her eyes.

He curled his lips and whispered, "You're here. It seems that you have conquered Beimo."

Xihe didn't respond. She looked at the bodies lying on the ground with a cold gaze. After a long while, she raised her head and asked, "Why don't you hide? Do you want to die?"

Xiao Mingxuan was wearing a wide ink-colored robe today, with a headband loosely tied on her black hair. She looked relaxed and beautiful.

"My revenge has been taken, my wish has been fulfilled, why should I continue to live?"

Xihe was a little irritated, and her words were filled with an urgency that she herself had not expected. "Where is your power? Where is your glory? You don't want any of it? The throne you have wanted for most of your life is within reach in Beili Imperial City, and you don't want it anymore?"

"Xihe." Xiao Mingxuan suddenly called her, "I have always seized power to avenge my mother and my people. Now that my revenge has been achieved, it doesn't matter to me who sits on the throne."

Xihe stared at the other person blankly for a while, then burst into laughter, "Since you want to die so badly, why not die in my hands? How about that? It will also earn me some credit."

Xiao Mingxuan curved his eyebrows and smiled warmly, "If I die in your hands, I will not have lived in vain. But... after I die, where do you plan to bury me?"

Xihe turned around, with his back to Xiao Mingxuan, and said slowly: "What's the point of burying it? Once the fire burns, it will be blown away by the wind. Why bury it underground for insects to bite it?"

"You hate me so much?" Xiao Mingxuan felt that the little girl was constantly changing his perception. "Grinding my bones and scattering my ashes, that's not bad if you do it. My ashes will be scattered by the wind, maybe they will drift to Tianshuo. Every breeze that brushes your cheek, every air you breathe, maybe... there is my presence. In this way, I have fulfilled my promise back then, to accompany you for the rest of your life!"

Xihe's lips moved slightly, and he opened his mouth, but no words came out.

I don't know when the noise outside stopped, only a little firelight remained, shining through the tent, casting dim shadows.

"Little brother." Xihe scared himself when he opened his mouth, and his hoarse voice was choked with sobs.

"I'm here."

Xihe lowered her head and smiled, "Sometimes I wonder, maybe we were not suitable from the beginning. If we had never met, would we both be better off than we are now?"

"You might, but... I won't." Xiao Mingxuan sighed. If there was anyone in the world who understood him best, it must be himself. "If it weren't for you, I would probably be floating in the whirlpool of power for my whole life, and die alone when I'm old. There is no other Zhao Xihe in the world who can make my heart beat so fast."

Tears suddenly fell without warning, wetting the front of my shirt.

[Little brother, in fact, there is no other Xiao Mingxuan in this world who can make me betray my principles. If it weren't for you, I might have guarded the common people for the rest of my life like I did in the spirit world.]

"Xihe."

"I'm here."

"After I die, will you live well?"

"of course."

"Then I wish you great achievements here, a long life, and may you ascend to the throne of God again and live forever..."

The tent suddenly became quiet, and Xihe did not speak for a long time.

Mingluo's words rang in her ears.

[The soul is shattered, and there will be no reincarnation. This life will also end prematurely. 】

After a long moment, she smiled and said, "Do you...hate me?"

"Kind of."

"Then you love me?"

"Also."

He looked down and smiled.

This life is filled with love and hate, which is hard to explain.

A stream of blood splattered on the white tent. Xiao Mingxuan fell on the armchair, feeling the passing of life, a relieved smile appeared on his lips.

A flower floated in and landed on his lapel.

Perhaps because he was on the verge of death, the legendary revolving lantern appeared before his eyes.

[Little brother, look, the flowers are blooming. Can you help me pick them later? ]

【What do you do when you pick flowers? 】

【I give it to you. 】

【Give me?】

[Yes! I want my little brother to be surrounded by flowers forever. ]

[Xiao Xier, only favored people will be surrounded by flowers. ]

[So... the little brother is Xihe's treasure. ]

The flowers...have fallen.