The fate of the bright moon in Qin Dynasty

There was the sound of iron guns and knives, the sound of flames crackling, and the sound of the ebb and flow of the Songhai tide.

In a separate prison car, a young man seemed indifferent to this, but the red drops left in the gap between the clenched fists under the blue sleeves spread his indescribable sadness and helplessness.

Yan Lu closed his eyes, the conversation with Zhao Gao echoed in his mind over and over again.

"When did it start"

"Orders were issued yesterday, executed today"

"Where are those disciples?"

"Those who don't resist will be taken away, and those who resist... will be killed without mercy"

"Those classics...how many are left?"

"All the classics have been copied and sent to Xianyang, but those that are not written in Qin Dynasty have been burned."

"Where's my brother?"

"I have been escorted to Xianyang, my life...is safe"

"What did he say when he left?"

"Yes....Confucian Yan Lu, who violated the rules and norms, and even violated human relations, has been expelled from Xiaoshengxianzhuang. Since then, he has no connection with Confucianism."

The dialogue between the two did not carry the slightest emotional color. The formulaic question and answer made people feel chills from the bottom of their hearts. Yan Lu's wide sleeves were blown by the cold wind, and his figure became thinner and thinner in the darkness. , with determination and calm in the picturesque eyebrows and eyes, the person opposite is arrogant and indifferent, and the overwhelming momentum makes people daunting.

The moonlight evenly and gently sprinkled on Zhao Gao's eyebrows and eyes, but it didn't cover up the frost in his eyes, the light and shadow flickered, Yan Lu finally only saw the thin lips of the man opposite him, hesitating to speak.

Yan Lu thought, at least he got a piece of good news from those soldiers.Zhang Liang, the third head of the little sage Zhuang, colluded with the Mohist rebellion and has now escaped.

As long as the ovary is still alive, he thought, Xiaoshengxianzhuang will never be annihilated in the wind and sand, definitely, definitely, absolutely.

He opened his eyes, and the clank and sharpness in his black pupils disappeared in a flash. He who was very aggressive just now was like a mirror, like an illusion.

Last battle

Along the way, Yan Lu saw how many academies and private schools were closed down, how many Confucian scholars and masters were pulled out or exiled or killed directly, clusters of letters like mountains piled up in the fire were burned hot, and there were wisps of ink fragrance It blends with the unique fresh and astringent taste of bamboo, but it becomes more intense due to the transpiration of the fire.

This is just what happened in one area. The entire Qin Dynasty does not know how many such killings and atrocities occurred. s.

This is the 38th day since Yan Lu was taken to Xianyang. Even if Fu Nian made the decision to expel him from Confucianism, the empire would not let him go.However, fortunately, he was not interrogated or tortured by anyone. Here, only boundless silence and darkness accompanied him.

Absolute darkness and nothing to do can break even the strongest of personalities.So, no matter what, he must maintain a minimum of sanity and calmness.

It's a contest of endurance, and his captors hope he'll be bored to the point of madness.And he racked his brains to find something interesting to do.

Every day, he tore off a strip of cloth on the hem of his clothes. Fortunately, Confucianism requires exquisiteness and decency in everything, so the clothes he wears are very delicate and heavy, enough to be torn.

By the way, his inner strength has been sealed.On the first day he arrived in Xianyang, he was cast a strange spell by the Yinyang family, making him unable to adjust his breath.

However, he is not boring at all, and his innate memory allows him to remember every book he has read.

He began to recite "The Analects" silently, recalling "Mencius" carefully, chewing and savoring every word in "Poetry", "Book", "Li", "Music", "Yi" and "Spring and Autumn".

However, there is always a day when the stored food runs out. No. At the 20th day, he was already extremely weak. When people die, they always remember the events of their lives very clearly, and the past unfolded before him like a revolving lantern.

He remembered that when he met Zhao Gao for the first time, there was a dark and unruly character in that person's bones;

He remembered the disgust and helplessness of being close to him for the first time;

He remembered the first time when he confronted him tit-for-tat;

He remembers the warmth and joy of cutting his nails for the first time;

He even remembers the first time he smiled at him brightly and flamboyantly.

As soon as I recalled it, I couldn't control it, and there was no longer a dead silence in my ears, but the special voice of that person.

You pedantic Confucian children are disgusting

How long are you going to be so sanctimonious?

Look, does the world look like this spider web, and do people in the world look like flies struggling on the spider web?

As I get older, Yan Lu, I seem to be...becoming emotional

……

……

The more he recalled, the more sober and happier he became.

His face is not very handsome, and it makes people feel cold when looking at it, and there is an unspeakable femininity and darkness in his body, but after a long time, he gets used to it.

He likes to wear red or black clothes, or the kind of pure red and extreme black.Like his people, dangerous and extreme.

His body is terribly thin, his skin is terribly pale, and his body is covered with countless scars. It is a pity that he did not raise him white and fat. It is a pity...

Yan Lu was woken up by the cold, obviously it was almost summer, but this seamless "iron room" looked colder and colder.Just as he was thinking wildly, the sound of the iron chain sliding and the muffled sound of the iron door being opened woke him up.

As if he suddenly thought of something, Yan Lu hurried towards the prison door regardless of his weak body. The iron door slowly went up, but it was not the person he expected, but the sisters, Zhuan Hu Mie Hun.

As soon as they saw him, they didn't hide their worries about him in their eyes. They walked quickly to him, looked at him carefully and greedily, and kept groping for him with their hands.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. You... are you here to take me away?"

Yan Lu asked gently, while using only the last strength in his body to forcefully stop the restless four hands on his body.

The enchanting sisters nodded, and then one took out the elixir and fed it to him, and the other started to undo the strange seal on his body.

Yan Lu recovered his strength silently, lowered his eyelids, the dim light in the prison made it hard to see the waves in his eyes clearly, as if he was thinking about something, this silence lasted for a long time.

Turning Soul Miehun tugged at the sleeve of Yan Lu who was "in a daze" in meditation, indicating that time was running out, Yan Lu turned his side and smiled apologetically, like a breeze and a bright moon.

In the quiet and dark underground passage, the sound of slightly noisy footsteps became more and more, until it was calm like stagnant water.

Leaving Xianyang was surprisingly easy.Just sitting in the carriage with the exclusive logo of Lord Ling of CRRC Mansion, the heavily guarded imperial guards immediately gave way respectfully, not daring to have the slightest dissatisfaction, and some of them were immediately strangled by the sisters of Zhuan Mo Mie Hun, alive and well. But three breaths.

On the majestic city wall, there was a tall man standing tall, covered with a large black robe, which was hard to recognize. His gaze was closely following the carriage that Yan Lu was riding in. Most of his face was covered by the brim of his hat. You can vaguely see pale crimson lips and sharpened chin.

The cold wind was blowing against the large black robe, and suddenly there was a drizzle of rain in the air. The man in the black robe stretched out his hand to catch a raindrop, and used his internal force to condense it so that it would not dissipate. The upper gilt ring exudes a cold streamer.

At some point on the city wall, a staggering old man appeared on the city wall, coughing and saluting tremblingly to the person in front of him, kneeling on one knee, clenching his fist with his right hand and touching his chest, his movements were simple but contained the highest respect for the person in front of him .

"My lord, everything has been arranged."

Duan Shui's old and hoarse voice sounded, and the person in front of him turned slightly, his black pocket was blown by the wind, revealing his face hidden under the brim of his hat, and the crimson hair fluttering around his ears showed the identity of the person in front of him.

Zhao Gaofu looked into the distance again, the carriage had become an almost blurred dot, which was particularly unreal in the haze of mist and rain.

The long and narrow pupils were dim and hard to see, and the raindrop was lying weakly and pitifully in the palm of Zhao Gao's right hand, crystal clear as crystal.

Suddenly, Zhao Gao clenched his hands tightly, and the raindrops instantly disappeared into clouds and smoke, and then he strode to the right, with the black robe behind him churning like huge black waves, with a breathtaking momentum, as he walked quickly, while opening the mouth

"Since it's raining, then... it's time to shed some blood."

Duan Shui looked sadly at this bleak and indifferent figure, determined and sharp, he knew that the adult was stepping into a hell and would never turn back.

In 210 BC, Qin Shihuang died in the sand dunes

In the same year, Fusu died, and Meng Tian was imprisoned in Yang Zhou.

Li Si died in 208 BC

In 207 BC, Hu Hai died

In 206 BC, the Qin Dynasty fell

Zhao Gao thought, today is really a good day, and it is rare for him to take a rest.Panting slightly, he casually wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth with his backhand, raised his head slightly and half-closed his eyes to enjoy the comfort brought by the sun.

Over the years, he has been doing the most bloody, dirty and shameful things in Xianyang City. It seems that the sun has never taken care of him. Unexpectedly, he finally took care of him when he was dying.

Ziying really thought highly of him and invited so many people to kill him.Gai Nie, Wei Zhuang, Gao Jianli, Bai Feng, Jing Tianming, Zhang Liang, Ji Ruqianlong, Chi Lian, Xiaoyaozi...

There are many, many people. He is very familiar with these people. They are all the people he wants to persecute over the years. Now, his retribution has come.

The net has been disbanded by him, those weapons can do whatever they want, after all, the Qin Dynasty is destroyed, and their time is not long, the slaves of the Six Swords are used to following him, and now they have died under the sword of these people, Perhaps a hearty fight before death is their final destiny.

Now, it's his turn too, ear