It Starts With A Mountain

Chapter 395

The lights flickered, Li Letian raised his head, and found that Emperor Ming's face was as ugly as ever. The look in his eyes, like a flickering candle, may go out at any time.

"Father, the enemy is weak and I am strong. The bandits are just a mob, and they will inevitably be defeated in the end."

Li Letian said this, but he didn't know whether to comfort Emperor Ming or himself. Indeed, by any measure, the imperial court had an absolute advantage in this battle. No matter how you look at it, it was the imperial court that won in the end, not the bandits of the Justice Religion.

But war is not a comparison of data on the table. Doing addition, subtraction, multiplication and division can determine the final victory or defeat.

Even when he is dominant in all aspects, Li Letian, like everyone else, has a feeling of powerlessness. Today, the sky above Chang'an City is covered with red clouds, and everyone can see that a heavy snow will sweep down the sky and cover the sky.

This is the general trend, both the general trend and the general trend.

Emperor Ming got up, opened a dark room from the bookshelf, and took out a wooden box from it.

Li Letian's eyes followed the figure of Emperor Ming, and seeing that Emperor Ming's movements had stumbled a bit, he was indeed too old. Such a simple action is already very difficult for him.

The wooden box was opened, and inside was a sword.

The sword is three feet six inches and five minutes long, with sharpened edges on eight sides, bronze handguards, and two characters are tattooed on the back of the sword: mountain, river.

In the 22nd year of Emperor Ming Dynasty, he used iron from Tianshan Mountains, cast fourteen swords, one sword of the emperor, twelve swords of princes, and one sword of common men.

The personal sword fell into the hands of Cheng Dalei, the princes sword was rewarded to the twelve princes, and the emperor sword represented the highest power of the empire, and Emperor Ming personally took charge.

This is the sword of mountains and rivers, and it is also the sword of the emperor.

Emperor Ming held the sword in both hands and handed it to Li Letian: "If the city of Chang'an is destroyed, you can take this sword and run away, leaving the green hills, not afraid of running out of firewood."

Of course Li Letian understood what this sword represented, and whoever held this sword would hold the world. Of course he used to look forward to it, but now holding this sword, all he feels is a heavy pressure.

He fell to his knees in a panic, holding the sword above his head, and said, "My son swears to guard Chang'an City to the death."

Sitting on the dragon chair, Emperor Ming suddenly felt a little disheartened. No matter which aspect, Li Letian was the most suitable person to take over the throne. But it is also strange that among the many princes, his favorite is the incompetent sixth prince. From the very beginning, he intentionally passed the throne to him, but what he can do is that the sixth prince is really unsatisfactory.

Now that the wind and rain are shaking and the number of martial arts is approaching, Emperor Ming couldn't help but think of him again, and said in his heart: Lao Liu doesn't know what he is doing now.

...

Liangzhou City, the City Lord's Mansion.

Beside the soft couch, Ah Zhu stood with her hands down, her fresh green clothes on her body were truly delightful.

Azhu raised her head, and there were bursts of bruises on her shoulders and neck. She pursed her lips and smiled, looked at the collapsed man, and said, "Your Highness, I will serve you something to eat."

Li Xingzai leaned on the pillow, squinting slightly, admiring the woman in front of him. In any case, Azhu is a good woman. With a delicate face, skin made of water, and a pair of well-built long legs, he can dance on a silver plate and kick a man's jaw.

He gently grabbed Ah Zhu's hand and smiled, "How could such a beautiful woman have the heart to be roasted by that smoky fire."

Ah Zhu smiled lightly, resting her head on Li Xingzai's chest, a happy smile appeared on her face.

Many princes will keep some singers in the mansion. Most of them are orphans. They are taught by professionals, playing chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs. They are good at how to please a man. They are also good at spying on intelligence and killing people.

Li Xingzai pursed the corner of his mouth and smiled slightly, and suddenly hooked Azhu's chin.

"Your Highness, take it easy, I'm afraid of pain."

"Don't worry, I've always been very gentle."

Li Xingzai leaned close to her ear, said in a low voice, and hugged her shoulders gently with both hands.

A look of cruelty flashed in his eyes.

Azhu's eyes widened suddenly, her limbs struggled like snakes, trying her best to grab something.

But she couldn't catch anything after all, and after a while, her body lost all strength. His limbs were spread out, his eyes protruded, and his eyeballs were bloodshot.

Li Xingzai sat on the bed panting, pulling a thin blanket over him. In winter, the weather is already a little cold.

At this time, the door was pushed open, and Fordler stepped forward, the dagger in his hand still dripping blood.

"Have you solved it too?" Li Xingzai asked.

Fordler nodded and gently wiped the blood from the knife. Another singer in the City Lord's Mansion just bid farewell to this world.

Fordler glanced at the room, pouted and said, "You are not authentic, you shouldn't kill women in bed."

"Heh." Li Xingzai sneered: "You are a Rong family, do you still want to talk to me about benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, wisdom and trustworthiness?"

Fordler was stunned for a while, as if he was pondering what Li Xingzai said. Then he nodded and grinned: "Your words are very reasonable. You warriors are used to asking themselves like this, but they treat us as barbarians."

"Barbarians are also scary, because they don't have to obey the rules. In this world, people who don't obey the rules are always scary." Li Xingzai shook his head, a face appeared in his mind, and he did not choose to continue.

It was already late at night, and Song Bokang had just fallen asleep. At this moment, the city lord's mansion suddenly burst into black smoke, and the smoke was mixed with fire, and the fire was soaring into the sky.

"Go to the water, go to the water."

There was the sound of gongs and drums outside, and there were bursts of shouting. Song Bokang, who was sleeping, was awakened, rubbed his eyes and walked out of the door.

"Where is the fire?"

"It is the yard where His Highness lives, and now he is organizing people to fight the fire," said the servant who was serving.

"what!"

Song Bokang was startled suddenly, and his sleepiness disappeared. Now the sixth prince is still very important to him, just like an extremely precious asset at hand.

Any loss of this "asset" will be unbearable.

He hurriedly ran out of the house, only had time to put on a robe, and arrived at the fire site as quickly as possible.

The servants of the City Palace used water dragons to put out the fire, and there were large water tanks in the courtyard, the purpose of which was to cope with such emergencies.

The black smoke turned skyward, rushing straight to the stars, and when you got close, you could smell a pungent odor. Fortunately, the trees around the yard were cleared and the fire had no tendency to spread outward.

But even if the entire City Lord's Mansion was burned down, Song Bokang would not allow the Sixth Prince to make any mistakes.

"Where is His Highness, where is His Highness?" Song Bokang shouted, "Is His Highness still in the fire, you must rescue His Highness."

"Hey, Lord Song..." Li Xingzai sniffed and walked over from the side: "I have nothing at all, haha, I didn't expect it."