Slave to Queen: One Night Bride

Chapter 603 Guard
This is a fact, Heci has always been fond of luxury and extravagance, the amount allocated by the court is simply unable to maintain expenditure, and has repeatedly used the treasury privately.However, due to successive years of wars, the treasury of Dajin was already very tight, and it was impossible to openly move it on a large scale.Moreover, according to the usual practice, even if it is a wolf lord, it must be discussed with the ministers when using the treasury.Even if the power of joint assassination is much greater, they dare not be too blatant.Before the co-assassination, Taizong wolf lord had annoyed the ministers because he privately used the silver and silk from the treasury to reward his favorite concubine.Although the number is still very average, they were pressed on the kang by the power ministers Zong Han and Gu Shen at the time and spanked.At that time, Jin Wushu was also one of the people who participated in the spanking.Heci was taught this allusion.Although under the planning of his stepfather and Yu Wenxuzhong during his lifetime, his imperial power has grown a lot.But as long as the fourth prince who had participated in the beating of the wolf lord was still there, he would never be able to cover the sky with one hand.Therefore, he has been worrying about how to repair Yanjing's high-standard lack of silver.

Song Guo's silver was originally a life-saving grass, and when it rained in time, he had already decided to use it as a pretext for repairing the palace as soon as it arrived.Haohao Huangdu, the first imperial city of the largest country in the world today, can't be sad anymore, can't it.

Hailing is his brother, and he knows the mind of the brother emperor most clearly.The 10 silver and some of the silk that he just brought back did not even go through any public procedures, and he directly courted the joint assassin, and let the joint assassin make full arrangements.

Today, Hesta is still waiting for the remaining 15 silver.

See where his fourth prince is going to hand it over?

The two brothers, Hailing and Xia Zha, looked back at the messy battlefield that was strewn with corpses.Hailing waved her hand: "Let's go, let's go back to Yanjing and have some fun..."

Xia Zha said obsequiously: "Brother, I snatched a few more fresh goods. They are the daughters of Han'er in Yanjing City. They are thirteen or fourteen years old. They are all upright. They are all for you."

"Okay, go back home and have a taste."

on the battlefield.

Wu Qimai and the others were even more uneasy because of Hailing's coming and going.He whispered: "I really don't know what kind of slander this guy is going to advance in front of the wolf master."

Jin Wushu's mood faded, and he waved his hand: "Retreat."

The subordinates ordered to withdraw their troops and walked a long way, only to see the fourth prince standing there alone.They found it strange that he was alone among the dead, empty, as if he were a ghost in the world by himself.

spooky.The subordinates were faintly afraid.

"Fourth prince, fourth prince, it's time to go..."

He waved the Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand, subconsciously preventing his loyal deployment from continuing to shout.Be quiet, I just want to be alone for a moment.

that is it.

Looking up at the eastern sky, there is already a hint of fish belly white.It's dawn.

Looking around, the torches scattered all over the place, sporadic, and boundless, are all corpses, broken legs and stumps, separated corpses, dripping with blood...it's too horrible to look at.

He could no longer smell the slightest smell of blood.

Nose is numb.

I asked thousands of times in my mind: "Why is this? Why? Why do human beings kill each other like this?"

Moreover, the one who killed him was the woman he liked, his "son".

At that moment, all the most precious feelings of human beings were wiped out and slaughtered.

He thought, is this the ending he wants?This is the end?

The wind was blowing coldly, and the morning dew had already fallen. His hair was wet, and the tights under his half-exposed armor were also wet.But the waist was dry—it was the dry blood clotted together, and it was the power of the arrow.

He has held knives and guns since he could walk, and has been on the battlefield for decades. He has suffered many injuries, large and small.But never has it been so heartbreaking.Because, this injury was not given by the enemy, but by her!It's her, it's Hua Rong!At this moment, he was slowly waking up again, remembering that she was not an enemy, really not.

If Hua Rong has become an enemy, then who else in this world is not his enemy?Who else?He was trembling and terrified, and the cruelty of war befell him, only then did he realize that it was going to be crazy.

Everyone is crazy, and I am also crazy.

It hurt the bone marrow, and the pain was unbearable.Forever imprinted in the heart.

That is Hua Rong who hits the mark with every shot.At that moment, she exhausted all her strength to kill him, kill him!

Because, she didn't expect that she would kill her.

I didn't expect it either.

He licked the corner of his mouth, it was so salty.When the blood ran out, I had to cry.He actually wept on the battlefield.The fourth prince, who was used to seeing death struggles, actually shed tears on the battlefield.I don't know if it's for her, for "him", or for myself.

Morning, finally came.

Under the sporadic flames, a piece of desolation and dilapidation.There are some birds hovering in the sky, they come here smelling the smell of dead bodies, this is their delicious meal.Just because of a big living person riding a black horse, they didn't dare to dive down for a long time.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered the songs of those frontier poets.Great prosperous Tang Dynasty, great civilization.

Drinking a horse to cross the autumn water, the water is cold and wind like a knife.

Before the sun is over, I see Lintao in a dark mood.

In the old days of the Great Wall War, it was a high-spirited statement.

The yellow dust is ancient and ancient, and the bones are messy.

……

In May, there is snow in the Tianshan Mountains, and there is only cold without flowers.

Smelling the broken willows in the flute, I have never seen the spring scenery.

Xiao Zhan follows the golden drum and sleeps with a jade saddle.

Willing to put the sword down at the waist, straight to cut Loulan.

……

Qinghai Changyun dark snow mountain, lonely city looks at Yumen Pass.

Huang Sha wears gold armor in battle, and will not pay back without breaking Loulan.

……

These are Wang Changling's, Li Bai's, their greatest poets.That is the traditional tradition of the Han people - if you don't break Loulan, you will never return it.Loulan in the past, Jurchen today.

However, winning or losing suddenly became indifferent.

Whether it's Jurchen's dominance, or the family and country of the Song people, what's the point of all of this?
He suddenly became demented, looking at the armor on his body with infinite disgust.

It is this armor, the root of all evil.

Wu Qimai waited to rush back and looked at him in surprise, with a sound of "dang", the fourth prince's Fang Tian painted halberd had fallen to the ground, but he didn't realize it.

The fourth prince of the hero of the first generation, he didn't even know that he dropped his weapon.

The crowd was horrified.

I saw the fourth prince slowly taking off the armor on his body.His movements are very slow, like an old man in his late twilight, the morning sun has just risen, but he has become the setting sun.He took off his armor, carefully looked at the soft light reflected by the early morning light, and stared at it for a long time, like looking at a lover of first love.

After a long time, he let go of his hand, and the armor fell to the ground, together with Fang Tian's painted halberd, like a pile of broken copper and rotten iron.

"Fourth Prince..."

He turned a blind eye to it, and as soon as he urged the horse, he turned around and left.

At this time, he was no longer a warrior. He was wearing a torn tight suit, which had been damaged after going through the war.Just like a wandering man who has finally found his way after wandering for a long time.Or, he never knew the direction, and now he stepped into the chaotic world again.

early morning.

Wan Li Zhaohui looked at the group of fugitives with tenderness and compassion, and followed their hurried steps step by step.

This is the border of the Song State. The long-term drought has long since disappeared.The trees are also dead, and the roots have been eaten up.It is impossible to even think about staying in a hotel. This land of thousands of miles of bones is like a desert. The prosperity of the past has long since disappeared without a trace.The only trace of people is the bandits who occupy the mountain as king.

In fact, not only here, but the entire border between the two rivers, and the entire Great Song Dynasty are in decline, and a large area of ​​land is rapidly becoming a desert and a world of bandits.The former Tokyo Menghua was blown away like rain and wind. After repeated trampling by iron hooves, only desolation and dust remained.Only Zhao Deji, his minister Qin Hui and others lived in Gou'an in the southeast, living the drunken life of singing and dancing in the West Lake.The Great Song Dynasty was no longer the paradise that Emperor Tianzuo dreamed of reincarnating in his next life.There is no paradise in this world.

There is a barren mountain in front of them. The purpose of their trip is to rush there before dark and sleep there.Although they were no longer worried about Jin Jun's pursuit, life did not improve at all, and everyone felt an unspeakable heaviness.Even if they brought out the silver, even if they survived to the land of the Song Kingdom, but seeing the shocking blurred flesh and blood with their own eyes, even soldiers would feel trembling.There were even the bodies of most of the companions stranded in the raging fire.

There was even the white-haired woman next to them.

On the first day, these soldiers always involuntarily looked at her quietly, with surprised eyes and fear, as if seeing a witch.In fact, most of them knew and met her before.At that time, she was not like this. She was dressed in the costume of the savage leader of the Orochi tribe, riding on horseback, carrying a bow and arrow, full of vigor and heroism.

At that time, they all knew that she was still a good-looking woman.

During the war in the Song Dynasty, it was not uncommon for the family members of the army to be full of thick-handed and big-footed women; what is strange is that this woman is so beautiful and powerful.

But it was just a big battle, and she changed completely.Her hair was disheveled, her face was disheveled, her face was covered with dust and blood, her steps were staggering, and her expression was dull.Even her bow and arrows were missing.It is not known when it was destroyed.She followed King Qin's stretcher unarmed, expressionless, without any crying or sorrow.

Everything is indifferent.Not as loud as they imagined.

They thought, this woman is really strong, really strong!
There is even a weird Lu Wenlong.

Along the way, neither mother nor son spoke.

His face always maintained a kind of indifference beyond what a young man should have—it was actually fear.Because I was at a loss, I could only take one step at a time, and I didn't know where I would stop.

In life, where should we go to be the end?

he does not know.

His mind was empty and he knew nothing.They just eat dry food when they are hungry, and drink water when they are thirsty. When there is no water to drink, they chew tree roots like soldiers.

But Liu Wu always pays attention, and tries his best to leave the water he brings with him, to Hua Rong, and to King Qin—but King Qin never drinks it.He was still not discouraged, and guarded him loyally, guarding against all troubles.

(End of this chapter)