This dynasty is really messed up

After Shang Xie woke up, he found that he was no longer in the backyard of the post house in the capital. He was even more surprised that he was still alive.He felt numb and weak in his limbs, and the clothes on his body were changed, not the sticky feeling of being soaked in blood before, and his chest hurt a little, but it didn't affect much.He was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling.Suddenly, he remembered the scene of seeing the emperor for the first time,

He remembered what the man had said to him. "Does Shang Daxia like the emperor's brother? You don't have to hide it. I'm someone who has seen it very clearly. Since you like him, the next thing will be very difficult. Presumably you also have a clear distinction between the important and the national security. Which is more important, or personal feelings? In this world, although I am a real dragon emperor, I must guard against others. I need your help to help me bring down my younger brother. I know this is very embarrassing, but As long as you succeed, I will give you glory and wealth, and even give you my younger brother who has become a commoner."

He still didn't accept it in the end, and he couldn't accept it in public or privately. He was a man of the rivers and lakes and didn't want to get involved in the ruling and opposition parties.The emperor wanted to bring him down.Shang Xie wanted to remind him every time he saw him, but he couldn't find a chance.But judging from the current situation, Prince Shang should be safe and sound, either the emperor couldn't bear it, or he himself had noticed it, I hope so.

He swallowed, and felt his mouth was dry, it happened that someone came in, he fixed his eyes and found that it was a junior from the same sect, so he hurriedly asked where he was at the moment.According to what the man said, he was in Huangshan, and the martial arts conference would be held three days later; he was sent here by a white-clothed scholar. At that time, his chest was stained red with blood, and he was dying. Only treatment can heal so quickly, but the scholar just left yesterday.

Shang Xie couldn't help being startled when he heard that, he hurriedly got up, and found that his tendons were active, and Ren Du's two channels seemed to be opened up, and he could move freely.

Today is the last day of the competition, and the focus of the audience is on this point. After a stick of incense, the winner will be decided.The next match will be the final duel of the conference, Shang Xie will face Huang Zhongjie, the head of the Tianying faction.

Before going up to the Bright Summit, Master called him over, and solemnly handed him the sword wrapped in silk cloth.The old man stroked his beard and said earnestly, "Open it and have a look, kid."After hearing this, Shang Xie carefully lifted the cloth, just looking at the golden and bronze hilt, he knew seven or eight parts in his heart, and looked at the master with a confused face, "Why did the master hand over such a precious thing to you?" In the hands of disciples?"

The old man smiled, that person said it all, the sword he gave you as a gift is yours, this sword no longer belongs to the Wuyue Sword School.You accept it, so that you can show your majesty at the conference, and don't disappoint that person's wish.

Master, who is that?

He, the old man squinted his eyes. He is the owner of the sword. After all, the things borrowed here will be exchanged. Hundreds of years have passed, and he is still as young as the portrait.The old man stared into the distance, as if he was recalling the past.

Shang Xie gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, pressing the copper pattern on it into his palm.He will definitely win this time, only that guy in this world can defeat him, he will always be a loser in front of him, probably there will never be a day when he will win.Thinking of him, his heart hurts like a needle cone.

I couldn't sleep last night, so I went to the courtyard to look at the moon and meditate. I happened to meet the second junior brother who was also insomnia. It seems that the two of them will have a duel tomorrow.

Unconvinced, the second junior brother threatened to have a duel now, the victory or defeat at this time can determine the victory or loss of tomorrow, and the loser will immediately go down the mountain tonight and give up the position of leader.He didn't want to do this at first, but the second junior brother has been stubborn since he was a child, and he must do what he said, so he had no choice but to agree to him.

The second junior brother was no match for him at all, within five rounds, the junior brother was knocked down to the ground, with the sword pointing straight at his throat. "You lost." He said lightly, retracted the sword, turned and went back to the room.He didn't take the conditions that his junior brother said in his heart, he just thought he was just talking, after all, this opportunity was once in a lifetime for him.But I still didn't expect that the next morning, the junior brother had already left, leaving the tea to cool down, and there was a farewell letter on the table.

Shang Xie twitched the corners of his mouth, his eyes were cold.This is the last game, right?He bowed deeply to Huang Zhongjie, then took half a step back, waiting for the order to start the game.The current leader sits in the center with a majestic expression. His fellow apprentice is Huang Zhongjie.

After three beeps, it started. Shang Xie's lower seniority made the move, his mind was in chaos, he felt that he was not controlling the sword anymore, it seemed that the sword was controlling himself.The opponent's sword moves hit like raindrops, and before his brain could react, his body stretched out to resist, and gradually he got used to it, not as hard as before, but with ease.

In the flash of swords and swords, he began to be very clear about what the opponent's next move would be. Every tiny detail was in his eyes, and it became easier to fight back again and again.

After a stick of incense, Huang Zhongjie was defeated, and Shang Xie's sword rested on his neck, the victory was decided.Huang Zhongjie clasped his fists at him, even saying that young people are formidable.The knights in the audience were stunned for a moment, and then burst into enthusiastic cheers. All the brothers from the same school rushed to the stage and threw him upwards forcefully.

He laughed, feeling a little overwhelmed, and suddenly saw his figure in the crowd, but then disappeared.It may be difficult to meet again in the future.His heart was full of regret.

A man in white clothes stood on the plank road at the foot of the mountain. He had a handsome appearance with a slight smile, and the folding fan in his hand shook gently.There was a burst of enthusiastic cheers from the top of the mountain, and the servant beside him had to raise his voice and say to him, son, it's getting late, we should set off.

The man looked up at the top of the mountain, the smile on the corner of his mouth was even brighter, and he said in a gentle voice: "Okay." Let's leave now.

Good bye my friend. (laugh)

Since then, Shang Xie has become the leader of the martial arts alliance, but he still runs to Jiangnan and other places in the capital from time to time, in order to find an old friend whose whereabouts are unknown.As for Yin Shang's disappearance from the rivers and lakes, it is still sometimes talked about.

Those who knew Gongzi Shang said that they hadn't seen him since the last time he rushed from Jiangnan to the capital; some said that he seemed to have committed the crime of deceiving the emperor and had secretly beheaded; He was turned into a pig by the emperor and imprisoned in the west courtyard of the palace, where his mother and concubine once lived; others said that he abandoned everything, kept his name incognito, and lived a life like a wandering warrior.

Shang Xie has always believed in one thing, that person is still alive.He wipes his sword carefully every day, and thinks about him every day.His affection for him is better than between friends, but he doesn't know what love is, and he doesn't know how to love him. He just wants to think about him silently in his heart, and in order to protect him, he constantly makes himself become Be strong, and when we meet again, I will grab his hand and never let go.

In the same year, the emperor suddenly suffered from a strange illness. When he recovered from the serious illness, he ordered the prime minister and his henchmen to be killed for crimes such as deceiving the emperor and taking bribes. Shortly afterwards, an inexplicable fire broke out in the palace, and some eunuchs and maids who had colluded with corrupt ministers were killed Burned to death, the current holy majesty also used the burnt face as an excuse to see others masked, and he did not favor the concubines in the palace anymore.A few years later, the country is prosperous and the people are safe and peaceful, and the people have changed a lot. They can't help but wonder whether there is a change of emperor, and their temperament has changed drastically.The country is stable, and the invading border countries gradually surrendered, especially most of the countries in the Western Regions.

There is a rumor that the current emperor has started to like fireworks. He likes to stick to a fox mask, stand in the imperial garden, and watch the sky full of brilliant fireworks.

When the prosperity of that year is over, you and I will meet under the bodhi tree; we will wash away the lead of the whole life and go to the good time of this life together.

Ten years later, Shang Xie came to Suzhou City, and this day was another Lantern Festival, but the person who accompanied him was long gone, leaving him alone to enjoy the dazzling fireworks, watch the floats, and receive the falling roses, but he didn't know Who to give it to.When he was there, he didn't send him off, but now that the Sri Lankan has gone, there are only fantasies left.He passed by the mask stand, bought a fox mask, and rubbed it with his fingertips, as if the person was right in front of his eyes, they both looked at each other with a smile, and said, "Long time no see."

The man sat in front of the desk and brewed a cup of tea. Facing the sudden visitor with a calm face, he gently pushed the cup forward and smiled with downcast eyes: "You are here."

Shang Xie nodded, put down his mask and the sword at his waist, stepped forward, picked up the cup, and drank it down without any hesitation.

You are just like him, so direct every time.The man smiled, his tone could not help but feel a little regretful, why don't you go shopping more when it is so lively tonight?Instead, he ran into my secluded place.

Shang Xie shook his head, with an unnatural expression, "No, the old scene reappears, and the more I look at it, the more painful it is. By the way, I'm here to treat you as something. Do you want to refuse?"

"Is it it? After bumping for a long time, it returned to me, back to the starting point." The man put his eyes on the sword, and his tone was quite helpless, "Why didn't you put it back in the sword sect?"

Shang Xie laughed after hearing this, "Does the shopkeeper still hope that the next rich merchant will appear? My master has just left to the west, and the next generation of masters has not yet been selected, so I don't feel comfortable putting it there. Didn't he say something? Do you want to say something? 'Some things are far more perfect here than elsewhere'. Let the next leader redeem it." He said bitterly, and suddenly he couldn't help but think of him again.

"Can't you forget?" the man said, "If you can't forget, why not try to change someone, someone who can be touched immediately, this kind of suffering is not normal."

"Don't worry about it. Let's discuss the conditions." He wanted to change the subject, "I will use this sword to exchange his news with you." After waiting for so long, he finally came to ask for his news.

The man froze for a moment, hesitated for a long time: "Is this really true?"

"really!"

Shangxie (preferring to yé) comes from "Shangxie" - "I want to know each other with you, and my life will never end. There are no hills in the mountains, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunders are shaking, the summer is raining and snowing, the heaven and the earth are united, so I dare to be with you." Absolutely!"

Attached is a doggerel that has appeared many times

A real dragon loves a phoenix, and the son of a dragon admires a phoenix.

The south is hated by the shengxiao, and the south is drunk by the harp.

You know me, you know me.

Lan Yan knows her heart, but hates to leave early.

postscript

The desert is full of yellow sand and smoke.The two carriages quietly drove away from different tracks, one yearning for the direction of the rising sun, and the other following the pace of the setting sun.

"Brother Huang, where are we going?" Shang Que's young child asked the boy who looked much older than him by the sleeve.

They were as pink and tender as two porcelain dolls, dressed in gorgeous silk and satin, with fox fur on their shoulders, exuding a noble and royal aura.

The older child patted his younger brother's head lovingly: "We are going to the mother's hometown."

The young child nodded, then leaned tiredly on his elder brother's shoulder, covered his long eyelashes, and fell into a deep sleep.

The older child looked at the two twins driving outside the curtain, and couldn't help but sighed, misfortunes and blessings, unknowable.

"Master, look, that carriage is so beautiful!" The boy with a high bun lifted the curtain and shouted excitedly pointing at the gorgeous carriage opposite.

The middle-aged man, who was sitting cross-legged in the car, smiled and patted his head: "Shang Xie, concentrate on recuperating, don't look around."

The boy covered his head, put down the curtain reluctantly, and replied with pursed mouth: "Yes, Master." Then he climbed back to the Master's side again, crossed his legs, straightened his back, closed his eyes and meditated.

Since then, a small seed has been planted in the boy's heart.

Attached is a doggerel that has appeared many times

A real dragon loves a phoenix, and the son of a dragon admires a phoenix.

The south is hated by the shengxiao, and the south is drunk by the harp.

You know me, you know me.

Lan Yan knows her heart, but hates to leave early.

postscript

The desert is full of yellow sand and smoke.The two carriages quietly drove away from different tracks, one yearning for the direction of the rising sun, and the other following the pace of the setting sun.

"Brother Huang, where are we going?" Shang Que's young child asked the boy who looked much older than him by the sleeve.

They were as pink and tender as two porcelain dolls, dressed in gorgeous silk and satin, with fox fur on their shoulders, exuding a noble and royal aura.

The older child patted his younger brother's head lovingly: "We are going to the mother's hometown."

The young child nodded, then leaned tiredly on his elder brother's shoulder, covered his long eyelashes, and fell into a deep sleep.

The older child looked at the two twins driving outside the curtain, and couldn't help but sighed, misfortunes and blessings, unknowable.

"Master, look, that carriage is so beautiful!" The boy with a high bun lifted the curtain and shouted excitedly pointing at the gorgeous carriage opposite.

The middle-aged man, who was sitting cross-legged in the car, smiled and patted his head: "Shang Xie, concentrate on recuperating, don't look around."

The boy covered his head, put down the curtain reluctantly, and replied with pursed mouth: "Yes, Master." Then he climbed back to the Master's side again, crossed his legs, straightened his back, closed his eyes and meditated.

Since then, a small seed has been planted in the boy's heart.

Attached is a doggerel that has appeared many times

A real dragon loves a phoenix, and the son of a dragon admires a phoenix.

The south is hated by the shengxiao, and the south is drunk by the harp.

You know me, you know me.

Lan Yan knows her heart, but hates to leave early.

postscript

The desert is full of yellow sand and smoke.The two carriages quietly drove away from different tracks, one yearning for the direction of the rising sun, and the other following the pace of the setting sun.

"Brother Huang, where are we going?" Shang Que's young child asked the boy who looked much older than him by the sleeve.

They were as pink and tender as two porcelain dolls, dressed in gorgeous silk and satin, with fox fur on their shoulders, exuding a noble and royal aura.

The older child patted his younger brother's head lovingly: "We are going to the mother's hometown."

The young child nodded, then leaned tiredly on his elder brother's shoulder, covered his long eyelashes, and fell into a deep sleep.

The older child looked at the two twins driving outside the curtain, and couldn't help but sighed, misfortunes and blessings, unknowable.

"Master, look, that carriage is so beautiful!" The boy with a high bun lifted the curtain and shouted excitedly pointing at the gorgeous carriage opposite.

The middle-aged man, who was sitting cross-legged in the car, smiled and patted his head: "Shang Xie, concentrate on recuperating, don't look around."

The boy covered his head, put down the curtain reluctantly, and replied with pursed mouth: "Yes, Master." Then he climbed back to the Master's side again, crossed his legs, straightened his back, closed his eyes and meditated.

Since then, a small seed has been planted in the boy's heart.

Attached is a doggerel that has appeared many times

A real dragon loves a phoenix, and the son of a dragon admires a phoenix.

The south is hated by the shengxiao, and the south is drunk by the harp.

You know me, you know me.

Lan Yan knows her heart, but hates to leave early.

And

postscript

The desert is full of yellow sand and smoke.The two carriages quietly drove away from different tracks, one yearning for the direction of the rising sun, and the other following the pace of the setting sun.

"Brother Huang, where are we going?" Shang Que's young child asked the boy who looked much older than him by the sleeve.

They were as pink and tender as two porcelain dolls, dressed in gorgeous silk and satin, with fox fur on their shoulders, exuding a noble and royal aura.

The older child patted his younger brother's head lovingly: "We are going to the mother's hometown."

The young child nodded, then leaned tiredly on his elder brother's shoulder, covered his long eyelashes, and fell into a deep sleep.

The older child looked at the two twins driving outside the curtain, and couldn't help but sighed, misfortunes and blessings, unknowable.

"Master, look, that carriage is so beautiful!" The boy with a high bun lifted the curtain and shouted excitedly pointing at the gorgeous carriage opposite.

The middle-aged man, who was sitting cross-legged in the car, smiled and patted his head: "Shang Xie, concentrate on recuperating, don't look around."

The boy covered his head, put down the curtain reluctantly, and replied with pursed mouth: "Yes, Master." Then he climbed back to the Master's side again, crossed his legs, straightened his back, closed his eyes and meditated.

Since then, a small seed has been planted in the boy's heart.