Emperor of the Immortal Dynasty

The son is dead.

In the dark secret room, there was only a pale-faced young man and a row of candles burning by the window lattice.A noctuid moth flew in from nowhere, flapping its wings and passing the candlelight, as if attracted by the firelight, and couldn't help but want to pick up the few warmth under the autumn night.In a blink of an eye, with a hiss, the moth was engulfed by the flames, and An Bochen shuddered, and hurriedly turned to the wall.

While reciting the poems on the wall, Amberchen was sweating profusely, and his heart was pounding.

This Qijue poem, moreover, is an ancient Qijue poem, with free form, and is not restricted by other rhythms except for the ending rhyme. It is precisely because of this that he has no way to start.

He didn't know what those people outside wanted to find out from this poem, he only knew that what was written in blood on the wall was the son's last writing before his death, it was related to the so-called secrets of the Ryu Kingdom, it was related to the weather of the world, and naturally It's about his life.

"The 99 pavilions are full of smoke and dust, and the thousands of buildings are lost. I hope you will slow down the pain of lovesickness, and I will show my concubine's heart in the coming year."

After reading it again, An Bochen muttered with bitterness on the corner of his mouth.

"Using the words on the stage, the son is so talented, he can write beautiful articles, his martial arts can conquer the world, and Wen Nengzuo is the emperor...how can he write such a...shit poem before he dies. Nothing. Rhyme without rhythm, moaning without illness, it's like the complaining words of a little lady."

His voice was a little trembling. He was locked in a secret room with only a gleam of moonlight and a faint candle. The bloodstains left by the massacre in the daytime were even more hideous under the watery moonlight. Any young man of [-] or [-] would panic.What's more, there are more than a hundred big men wearing bronze fang masks outside the secret room, holding a long knife in their hands, and the blood of the muddleheaded son's personal guards still sticks to the knife.

An Bochen didn't have much loyalty to the son who had been with him for nearly four years, not only him, but also the other young servants.

It's no wonder that they are not servants raised by the family from childhood, most of them come from the villages around the Liu Kingdom, and their parents are not like tenants.Rich families hope their children will become successful, and they can send their children to colleges and schools with a little money, but these hard-working people who bring the whole family to work for others are busy all year round, and the money and food they earn are barely enough. How can there be spare money for children to study, unless "borrowing children".

Liu Country is located in the southeast of the Great Dynasty, across the river and facing the sea, with convenient commerce and trade, it has been a prosperous place since ancient times.

Wealth and prosperity are accompanied by romance, the common sense of ancient times, the outstanding people of the Ryukyu Kingdom, the romances of princes and generals are recorded in history books, and new things emerge endlessly, just like this "borrowed child".Aristocratic families in the middle of the country and even rich families with a little background all kept slaves and passed them down from generation to generation.Although the tenants are poor and humble, they are free at any rate, their children are innocent, and they don’t have the humiliation of domestic slaves. Being servants is a special sentiment for the sons of aristocratic families.

Most of the tenants are eager to lend their children to those noble princes as servants, not only in exchange for enough money and food for a year, but also to find a good way out for their children.Staying next to those rich kids and having the opportunity to learn to read and write is better than facing the loess day after day and year after year with your back to the sky. After suffering for most of your life, you can't get out of the two or three acres of fields. Your luck is better. Maybe he can still be spotted by those elders, and he will be on the rise ever since.

In fact, there are very few tenant children who are lucky enough to find a good family background, and most of them lose their freshness after being teased by the children of the family for a while.Those who were tricked into the government and used as house slaves were lucky, but there were many people who were tortured in every possible way and committed suicide after being humiliated.

There is no shortage of romantic people in the Ryukyu Kingdom, looking at the fireworks in the pavilions, and the fireworks are looking for beautiful women. The scene of the prosperous brocade scrolls has indelible ink spots left behind by the starved corpses in the wilderness.

But there was a man who came down from the north, dressed in commoner clothes and skinny donkey, and came to the country of Liu on the winter snow seven years ago. Make a big deal.

The son of commoner Li, crowned Dongliu for seven years, and the bronze horse carried gold and silver, singing farewell to the emperor.

The actors in the troupe frowned and tactfully sang like this, mere crosses expressing the legends left by Young Master Li during the seven years.

But the legend will eventually end one day, but no one, including An Bochen's personal servants, thought that this day would come so quickly, and it caught them off guard.The young master's voice and smile when he took them out to watch the game is still in front of his eyes. Thinking back carefully, the young master not only forced them to swallow pills and refine medicines, but also set a series of weird rules, he also treated them very well, unlike other aristocratic families. They beat and scold the personal servants at every turn, and they will not reduce their clothing and food...

The halo of the candle flames stung his eyes, and the cold wind blew in, stirring the flames and shaking them from side to side. An Bochen shivered, suppressed his wild thoughts, and stared blankly at the song Qijue.

The young master was beheaded by that wicked woman in front of them, and his corpse was dead on the spot. What's the use of thinking about him now, the most important thing right now is to solve the riddle of the poem and save himself and the other three. The life of a servant boy.

"The smoke and dust in the ninety-nine pavilions, thousands of buildings and terraces are lost. I hope you will slow down the pain of lovesickness. In the coming year, I will show my concubine's heart...My son, my son, if you have a spirit in the sky, show up and tell Bo Chen, Bo Chen As long as the dust is saved, I will burn two sticks of incense for your old man in the future."

The boy frowned and muttered to himself, his appearance was not handsome, he was extremely ordinary.However, as a servant boy who specializes in drawing ink for the son, he may have inadvertently tainted a bit of bookishness, making him look indifferent, but at this time he is anxious and his eyes are straight. If anyone sees him, he will definitely think that this young man Some silly.

At this moment, a cold wind hit An Bochen from behind. He was already sweating profusely, but now he felt even colder when he was blown by the wind.

"Son!"

The young man was ecstatic, and he turned his head abruptly. Naturally, it was not the smiling young man who caught his eyes, but the graceful woman wearing a veil.

It was also she who, holding a five-foot long sword in her hand, chanted a mantra, and beheaded the young master and his legends under the autumn night of the seventh year of Kaiping in Liu Kingdom.

In an instant, my heart went from great joy to great sorrow, but it was not something a young man who was born as a tenant and entered the prosperous capital for only four years could bear.His knees softened, and An Bochen sat down on the ground, his face was as white as paper, and he was panting heavily.

Her eyes fell on An Bochen, and after hesitation for a while, the woman sighed lightly and shook her head.

"The man said before he died that all the secrets we are looking for are hidden in this poem. A man's words are good even when he is about to die. Could it be that he will play tricks on us once before he dies?"

"Xin'er is really pure-hearted. Young Master Li kept his mouth shut when he was alive. Now that he is dead, he naturally wants that secret to be buried with him. How can he tell us the truth. What's more, these servants are all ignorant, even if the poem is true. With that secret, how could they find out."

A slightly hoarse voice came, and An Bochen looked up. The person who walked into the secret room was an old man in his fifties, wearing a gray robe, with thin lips around his eyes, and a few traces of haze between his brows.He walked to the side of the woman, with a smile on his lips, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched the woman's plump buttocks heavily, and blocked the half-open iron door with his back, apparently not wanting the guards outside to see it.

An Bochen was taken aback, but to his surprise, the young woman did not get angry, a smear of pink rose on her cheeks exposed from the veil, then pushed the old man away, and spat lightly.

"Master Liu, the situation is urgent tonight. It's not as usual. Don't tease Xin'er anymore. Sigh, if you really can't find out the secret, and kill Mr. Li again, and the people of Liu country find out the clues, our trip to Liu country will be very difficult." It's over."

Saying that, the woman named Xin'er looked at An Bochen intentionally or unintentionally, her eyes flickering.

"You are a teacher here, how could you be noticed by those fools from the Liu Kingdom?"

With a faint smile, the old man took out the blood-stained sword from his waist and handed it to the woman.

"Earlier, Xin'er killed Young Master Li and finally broke the precept of killing. Why don't you vent out tonight and kill the four servant boys as well, and then erase the poems on the wall. In this way, who You will know that it was Young Master Li who died at our hands."

After the words fell, An Bochen, who was sitting paralyzed on the ground, trembled. He looked in horror at the woman who was hesitant but still took the sword. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but his throat was dry for a while, even if there were thousands of words At this time, I couldn't say a word.

"Master Liu, do you really want to kill him?"

Glancing at An Bochen, an unbearable look flashed in the beautiful eyes hidden behind the veil, the woman stepped forward timidly, a little at a loss, not at all as decisive as she was when she killed Young Master Li.

"Of course, the three outside were also killed. This matter is related to the success or failure of the trip to the Liu Kingdom, and there is no room for failure. In the future, if you encounter today's situation, you should kill decisively and don't hesitate."

"Master's instruction, Xiner will definitely remember it in his heart."

Taking a deep breath, the woman restrained her hesitation, stared closely at the panic-stricken An Bochen, and stood pretty, her hand dropped to the hilt of her sword.

Looking at the female student's uneven back, the old man stroked his beard and nodded, with a hint of greed in his eyes.If it weren't for the decline of the Wang family, how could he be qualified to be an aristocratic tutor in his capacity as the vice capital of the imperial forest, let alone pick this charming and delicious flower.

Thinking that tonight would be another upside-down and indulgent sex, the old man could not help but narrow his eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The silvery white sword light rose from the woman's palm, and she was chanting words. In a blink of an eye, the smile on the old man's cheeks was stagnant and decadent. He looked at the woman who stabbed the sword into his heart with a backhand in disbelief, blood rolled from her throat, and before she could speak Crashed to the ground.

Pulling out the sword neatly, the woman turned around and looked at the old man's body, and said expressionlessly for a long while.

"This time can be regarded as decisive in killing? Master, don't worry, after I return, I will definitely tell the king that you fought hard and died unfortunately, and Xin'er also avenged you."

There was no trace of emotion in the words, no sadness, no disgust, and no complexity. It fell into the ears of Amber Chen, but it made the young man with a dull face full of excitement.