The bad emperor of Tang Dynasty

When Niaz was sleepless all night, he secretly thought about an important matter. He decided to meet his brother, the VIII.

The next day, he conveyed his request to meet the king on behalf of his guards, and Niaz's request was quickly approved by the VIII.

Stepping into the deep and cold bedroom, Niaz felt a bit of coolness even in summer. Although the bedroom was quiet, he felt that there were many master guards lurking in the dark corners around him. tight.

"Brother Wang, Niaz has something to say," Niaz walked to the bed of King VIII, who was slowly opening his eyes tiredly, and the two brothers looked at each other quietly.

"Niaz, it seems like we haven't talked much for half a year," said VIII, who had not recovered from his serious injury and was mentally and mentally haggard. In the past half a month, he had aged quickly, his temples were gray, his face was swollen, and his face was bloodless. Ziz almost didn't recognize it for a while.

"Well, yes, brother Wang is busy with political affairs, and we rarely communicate with each other," Niaz smiled bitterly. He thought of those royal family members who died the day before yesterday, and felt that his brother Wang was the one who caused this incident. Feelings are churning endlessly in my heart.

"Ahem, is it that Niya has come to this point, and your princes have complaints about my elder brother?" The VIII hesitated when he saw his younger brother Niaz came to his bed, feeling hesitant to speak. Feeling weak, he coughed a few times before speaking first.

"Brother Wang actually did a good job, but..." Niaz sighed, he didn't know where to start.

"Ahem, it's just too violent and the tyranny is too strict," VIII coughed a few times, and Niaz hurriedly took a handkerchief from the desk next to him and handed it over.

After coughing for a while, Niaz took over the handkerchief with big spots of blood, frowning, the king was dying.

"But how can a widow do it, Niaz, you are a brother of a single mother and compatriot, your elder brother is five or six years older than you, in the eyes of Xiaogu, you are always a gentle person, all princes Brother bullied you when you were young, and you wouldn’t complain to your elders, and you hid by the pool and cried secretly, and your elder brother saw it.” Eighth struggled to say a long sentence, with a trace of memories of the past and longing for the good appeared on his face. The expression on his face seems to be a very distant age of innocence.

Niaz pursed his lips, lowered his head, and secretly wiped the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand; "Yes, every time my brother sees other brothers beating Niaz, he always runs over afterwards and secretly teaches him a lesson with fists and kicks. Actually, Niaz Yaz also knows that although the elder brother doesn't like to talk to the younger brother, he has always been very responsible as an elder brother,"

"It's good that you know, cough, brother. At that time, I really hated iron and steel. Every time I saw you in the dark being bullied by other brothers with a bruised nose and a swollen face, you always insisted on not fighting back. How big brother is every time." I hope you can change from a sheep to a strong lion, and you will fight back when you are beaten, but you disappoint the elder brother again and again,"

It seems that the VIII has not opened his heart to those around him for a long time. Since his father died of depression in battle, the VIII took over the throne and firmly shouldered the heavy burden of Niya. He has always felt very tired. But he never showed his weak feelings to the people around him. Even his closest eldest son, the eldest prince, he would never allow it. Being a king is destined to be lonely, isn't it? After the king died, he called himself the queen. Widowed, lonely, this title is really appropriate, VIII often thinks so in his heart with self-mockery.

"Brother," Niaz said with tears in his eyes, he threw himself on the edge of the bed and knelt down, and took the old and rough right palm resting on the edge of the bed.

"Brother, you have suffered," Niaz said. Since his brother took the throne, in view of the hierarchical respect in etiquette, he replaced the old intimate title of big brother with the word "king". The focus is different. The younger brother becomes the prince and spends his time at home. The older brother is busy with the whole Niya country. At the same time, he shoulders the burden of avenging his father and regaining the lost territory. Yazi could see it. Brother Wang has indeed suffered too much. Even though there are too many people who are dissatisfied with his arbitrariness and brutality, who can understand Niya VIII's unavoidable difficulties? Who would like to be a tyrant? , caught in the dire situation of his own people, no one wants to, VIII Kong has the ability to govern the country with benevolence, but the time has not come for him to be in power.

"Cough cough, good brother, if you came to be the king with a gentle temper, maybe the Niya Kingdom would not be like this. Unfortunately, everything is too late. There is an eastern proverb: It is time to repay the grievances, and the solitary limit will come to an end. I finally understand that the battle of Tuyuhun could have been avoided, hehe," there was a lot of sadness and helplessness in the chuckle.

"Brother, Niaz is actually not suitable to be a king, you know, weak temper," Niaz touched his tears, he felt a little embarrassed, and said that he was so old, and the two brothers together were almost 90 years old. And crying like a child.

"Hey, why are you talking about these spineless things, silly brother, in fact, my brother also misses the things when he was a child, but unfortunately when he grows up, his thoughts become complicated and his heart becomes hard. Years can polish a person It's completely shattered,"

Niaz had mixed feelings, and his thoughts fell into confusion for a while. When he was a child, the happy time kept coming to his eyes. He remembered the first time on the prairie, when he was 15 years old, his brother Wang brought a Dawan horse from the Western Regions. He picked up Niaz, a child who was still bouncing on the grass.

"Haha, Niaz, do you want to learn how to ride a horse? My brother wants you to experience the feeling of running in the prairie," said the youth VIII, who hugged his little brother who was rolling happily in the green grass.

"Drive, take a walk." With a wave of his whip, King VIII held the child Niaz on his chest. The two rode on the horseback and laughed happily. A white horse galloped heartily on the vast green grassland. Cross the grassland, cross the oasis river, cross the Gobi, and run on the continuous golden sand dunes.

"Brother, can you teach me how to ride a horse?" Niaz said with a childlike voice, sitting on the bumpy horseback and turning to VIII who was holding a whip.

Eighth King raised his handsome and young face, he was a little surprised that his little brother had the courage to try riding a horse at such a young age, but he soon felt relieved, anyway, with the protection of his big brother, the little guy will be fine if he manipulates the horse at will. In this way, VIII readily agreed.

"Haha, okay, big brother will teach you now, hold the rein of the horse,"

"Hey, heck, this horse is really powerful," Niaz giggled, his immature face was sweating from the nervousness of manipulating the horse for the first time.

"Oh, no, no, it's this way of maneuvering, don't be nervous, the horse will be restless if you pull the rein too tight," the two brothers hurriedly ran on a galloping horse, and saw the dune ridge at the edge of the sky A fast horse was galloping, and a young man and a child on the horse were shouting excitedly. The city dwellers who were working in the vast and fertile vineyards under the mountains were drawn to curious attention, and everyone bowed down one after another. Looking up from the soil cultivated by himself, he watched the funny horseback riding performance of the two princes in the distance, which was extremely thrilling.

"Hehe, Niaz still remembers what happened so long ago. If you didn't mention it, Brother Wang almost wouldn't remember it."

When Niaz mentioned this childhood event longingly, VIII who was lying on the hospital bed chuckled softly, and a trace of blood slowly appeared on his pale face. On the edge of the bed, he looked up in a daze, lost in thought, as if he hadn't seen brother's relaxed smile for a long time, "

It's a pity that Brother Wang probably won't last long, Niaz secretly felt infinite grief, but no one can stop people from dying.

"Hey, Niaz, I am very relieved that you can come. Maybe this is the last time our brothers have such a happy heart-to-heart talk. Remember, my brother will always be your good brother, and everything you do as a monarch is right. , even if your brothers and nephews were all killed by hand, as a monarch he must do this, don’t blame me..."

The originally relaxed atmosphere of the conversation immediately changed to seriousness. The Eighth King quickly concealed his soft side of humanity. Even when his body was exhausted, he did not forget his identity as a monarch.

"Follow..." Niaz sighed deeply. With tears in his eyes, he could also understand that his brother, as Niya VIII, did not allow himself to be too emotionally involved.

"Okay, brother, it's time to go to sleep, you go back," the VIII whispered majestically, Niaz nodded, and bowed respectfully towards the bed three times. Mood walked away towards the threshold of the palace.

"Niaz, good brother, if the city is broken, come to me, brother has something to tell, remember," a soft voice sounded from the depths of the palace, gradually drifting away.

Niaz was about to step out of the palace threshold with his right foot hanging in the air. He realized that something ominous was about to happen, but he couldn't guess it either.

"Forget it, after all, it's my brother, even if he kills too much, he still won't be able to do it," Niaz muttered to himself in a daze, his eyes were red, he staggered back to his courtyard after leaving the palace , With a bang, a crisp metallic sound, a sharp dagger without a sheath fell from Niaz's arms.

"Your Majesty, Prince Niaz's expression has been hesitating just now, and his subordinates have already felt his killing intent several times. Why do you keep coughing and hinting to the subordinates in the dark not to act rashly?"

After Niaz left, a phantom quietly appeared in the dark corner of the wall in the cold and dead palace, and the long voice made a suspicious sound.

"Because he is the only younger brother in my heart, even if he wants to kill Gu, Gu will have no complaints or regrets, besides, his original intention is justice..." VIII slowly closed his eyes, and after a while he slept comfortably. There was a low snoring sound, and the phantom guard saw his king for the first time, and his sleep this night seemed to be very sweet.

"Maybe it's because I had a heart-to-heart talk with my brother. I'm glad Wang has such a good brother..." Xu Ying murmured, and then disappeared into the darkness.