[Zhili] Biography of the Assassin: The Dragon Has No Regrets

"Your Majesty, is this world really the only thing Ah Li wants?"

Above the tens of thousands of palaces and the lights of thousands of houses, there is a huge bright moon. The mountains are silently crawling in the distance, and the distant mountains have coated the night sky with a silver edge. It sounded in front of the ancient temple, silent and far away, as if echoing these words.

The night is vast, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse.

It was mid-summer, and Yaoguang City was crowded with people, and the dense ambergris rose from the gilded pot with a wisp of dark green smoke. In sharp contrast to this, it was the scene outside Yaoguang City at this moment.

Tianquan's strong attack, bloodshed and sculls, and the flames of war are everywhere. The cause and effect of all this is due to a long-planned Warring States policy theory by Xuan Zhongkunyi that day.

"Zhi Ming, do you really want to attack my Yao Guang?"

"really."

"Is it necessary to attack?"

"It must be attacked."

"The king will use your iron horse to step over A Li's body."

The pupils of the young king shrank suddenly. He was betting, betting with his life that he would soften his heart first.

"Master Murong is very calculating." He glanced at Luo Min beside him, and the thousands of troops behind him, and he knew that it was impossible to retreat.

"Your Majesty, don't be merciful. Have you forgotten who both General Ziyu and Tai Tuo died for?"

He will never forget, never will.

The sound of cicadas chirping woke up the young man in red on the bamboo bed.

He half suppressed the tiredness in the corners of his eyes, and slowly raised his sleepy eyes, his expression was careless but extremely charming.

The bright moon was in the sky, and against the slightly dimmed light around, the white moonlight glowed with a cold light, covering the young man in red in the deep courtyard that was cool in the day and night.

"Your Majesty, the night is cold and the dew is heavy, please accompany your subordinates to the cabinet for bed."

Fang Ye hurriedly came from the veranda of the North Courtyard, raised his foot over the threshold, and carefully held the palace lantern.

Under the faint light, Fang Yefeng's handsome silhouette revealed a trace of loneliness.

"Fang Ye." The man in red stood calmly with his hands behind his back, "Now, what time is it?"

Fang Ye was stunned for a moment, pursed his thin lips lightly, then stood only three steps away from his master with his hands down, and slowly spit out a few words.

"Master, it's about three o'clock at the moment..."

He understood what these words meant to his master.

His lord has already paid too much in this relationship, the prosperity is gone, and there are three thousand people in the world of mortals. The only thing left is the sentence "between Yaoguang and Tianquan, I am afraid there is no room for any misunderstandings." gone."

Murong Li rubbed the center of his brows when he heard the words, a bitter smile curled up on the corner of his lips, "That Zhi Ming's wrist is no better than before, I underestimated him."

Presumably, the soldiers of Tianquan have already slaughtered Yaoguang Wanmin.

The so-called three-day agreement, after all, could not resist his ambition to dominate the world.

I, Murongli, with a body of flesh and blood, will not be able to resist that man's mighty army after all.

Fang Ye stared deeply at his master's back in a daze, and suddenly a wry smile of unknown meaning appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The person who can make his master lose his pride and lower his self-esteem is probably the only person in this world who can do it.

Murong Li lowered his eyelids, his slightly long eyelashes cast an ink-colored shadow under his eyes, and the ink-colored haze instantly dizzy under his eyes, suppressing all expressions.

"Yao Guang, your life is exhausted."

In the 213th year of Juntian, the tension among the princes of many countries in the Juntian Continent became increasingly acute. The current new emperor is tyrannical. Suffering from corvée, wars broke out in many places, and the contradictions between the common people and the officials and royal families intensified, even to the point of irreversibility.

At that time, Tianshu and Tianji, who were in a barren land and had a barren land, suffered the most severe persecution. Originally, reforms were being implemented in the country, and the people were enjoying the leisurely life brought about by the reforms. The army suddenly launched a crusade. Although the monarchs of the two countries resisted and lined up troops, they were still no match for the elite troops of the new emperor. Soon, the two countries fell into the long river of history.

Today, Yaoguang is the only vassal state left in Juntian Continent.

Murong Li sighed softly, this was not the result he wanted.

The moon shadow gradually rises, slanting westward into the clouds.

The sky in the distance, like the ink spilled by Danqing's hand, sprinkled the whole sky.The moon glowing with cold light shines through the triangular dowry, covering shoulders with silver light.

Outside the city of Yaoguang, which was covered with pear blossoms, the flames of war had already raged. The blood of the soldiers was splattered for five steps, and the corpses were piled up in disorder. circle of ripples.

Three minutes later.

Murongli was sitting alone in the courtyard playing chess by the bright moonlight.

There are two cups of weak tea on the table, next to the blue and white tea porcelain is a chaotic chessboard, the black and white chess pieces seem to be scattered on it, and only one of the gold-plated chess pieces is left. A few chess pieces.

The chess game is easy to break, but the hearts of the people are hard to understand.

Everyone in the world called him Murong Li the chess player who caused chaos in the world, but he didn't expect that one day he would be tricked by others like this.

"The world is like a game of loose chess, you and I are just poor people in a troubled world."

"Why does Lord Murong have to be so self-pitying?"

A figure suddenly approached in the distance, Murongli's left hand with well-knit knuckles slightly clenched the bamboo Xiao holding the sword at his waist, but raised his jaw slightly.

"Who is the offender?"

The moonlight had already set, blurring the vision in the distance, when Murongli saw the person coming, a trace of pain suddenly slipped through his eyes.

"Kings……"

Zhiming is dressed in a gold-plated purple military robe, with a brown broad-brimmed rhinoceros horn brocade belt around his waist, three thousand black silk hanging from the clouds and a sapphire hollow crown on the back of his head, a pair of sword eyebrows flying obliquely into the temples, his white face is beardless, and he is out of the world. The collar of the collar is covered with white auspicious cloud patterns, as if exuding an innate temperament of a troubled man.

It was obviously a military uniform, but no matter how he looked at it, Murongli felt that Zhi Ming's body was wearing this military uniform, which seemed to be a bit more scholarly.

"You, are you Zhiming?" Asked this out of nowhere, carefully observing the cold eyes of the person in front of him.

What made Murongli's pupils lose focus was Zhi Ming's saber pinned to his purple robe.

With a soft snort, the originally cold brows turned slightly.

"Lord Li is in a good mood. There is bloodshed outside the city, and the soldiers are fighting to the death for you. You are still playing chess pieces here, don't you want me to spare your life when I see you in such a pitiful state?" Zhiming folded his arms, leaned his left shoulder under the pear tree unintentionally, and asked coldly.

Unexpectedly, after not seeing each other for so many days, what he said was such hurtful words.

These words instantly made Murongli's heart feel like falling into an ice cellar, he turned around abruptly, and met Zhiming's eyes with a cold light, the black pupils seemed to be soaked with a touch of despair and coquettish halo for a while.

"Yaoguang Wanmin is dead, why don't your majesty act as soon as possible to fulfill your majesty's long-cherished wish of dominating the world." Murongli spoke calmly, with a childlike smile spreading to the corner of his mouth, calm and calm, like an exiled immortal who is independent from the world.

These words made Zhi Ming frowned.

"Master Li is unparalleled in the world in terms of talent and wisdom. I don't know if he is willing to be my minister of heavenly power and enjoy the prosperous world with me forever." Zhi Ming resumed his usual warm voice, but the coldness in his eyes did not decrease in the slightest.

Murongli, do you really not want to fight for the world?

Murong Li pressed his lips tightly together and remained silent for a long time.

"Your Majesty means that as long as I, Yao Guang, is willing to surrender to Tianquan, Tianquan will spare my life, right?"

Murong Li smiled faintly, feeling a little cold in his heart.

Zhiming nodded slightly, with a rich expression, anxiously waiting for the reply from the man in front of him who looked like a banished fairy.

"Then, if Yaoguang is destroyed, can His Majesty spare Yaoguang's absconded people?"

It's just such a sentence, but the gap between Zhi Ming and Murong Li is getting longer and longer.

Zhi Ming heard the words, but the corners of his mouth bent into a soft arc, looking back at Murong Li's black eyes, which were as bright as stars, seemed to be rippling with water.

"A Li is my subject, Yaoguang and Tianquan are one family, and the people of Yaoguang are naturally the people of my Tianquan."

Zhiming's expression did not change, and he said with a straight face, "In that case, Ah Li is also my family."

The moment he said those words, the corners of Murongli's eyes suddenly shone with infinite relief and dead silence, so illusory that Zhiming thought he was going to disappear in the next second.

"Family...?"

Since the Yaoguang Kingdom was broken many years ago, he has never heard of these two words again.

When he went to Tianquan to work as a musician, although Zhiming treated him very well, it was only between playmates, not family.

He can give him the moon in the sky, but he cannot give him a home.

Zhiming, I am family to you, so what should you be to me?

Murongli sighed softly, stretched his waist as if weary, and walked to the pear tree in full bloom. The buds of pear blossoms in full bloom slightly stretched outwards. He raised his jaw slightly, and his sparkling eyes seemed to see the pear blossoms dancing all over the sky. The flow stopped at that moment, the pear blossoms were flying, and the pear blossoms were scattered into couples.

"A Li's shoulders are covered with pear blossoms. My A Li is always so lost and independent. The red clothes are like fire, and the white clothes are better than snow. I am so happy."

Zhili put down the cup, suddenly got up and strolled to Murongli's side, the crimson clothes fluttered in the wind, slightly raised his hand, and brushed the two scattered pear blossoms on his shoulder.

"Your Majesty, Ah Li has always been puzzled by something." The corner of his mouth twitched slightly as he turned his hands behind his back to the stubborn Murong Li.

"Master Murong said it's okay."

"I have known you for nearly ten years. In these ten years, have you really..."

Before Murong Li finished his words, he suddenly saw a black shadow flashing by not far away, and then the black shadow rushed towards them, the white iron-cutting blade in his hand gleamed silvery under the moonlight The light, Murongli's pupils were shrunk slightly by the light, and he quickly reacted.

"Be careful, Your Majesty!"

Without waiting for Zhiming's reaction, he directly pulled his body over, protecting him tightly behind him.

The black-clothed assassin frowned, knowing that he couldn't dodge this sudden change, due to inertia, he exerted force on his wrist, and pierced the white blade in his hand into Murongli's chest. The sharp blade stabbed a few inches deeper, and a coquettish smile burst out from the corner of his mouth...

"A Li!" When Zhi Ming yelled these words hoarsely, he suddenly realized that this mournful, trembling voice was actually his own.

Enduring the burning pain in his chest, Murongli glanced deeply at Zhi Ming's face, and an ethereal smile was drawn at the corner of his mouth.

Zhi Ming pulled out the sword from his waist, and slashed directly at the black-clothed thorn in the neck. In an instant, blood splashed all over the ground, and he stretched out his hand again, hugging the crumbling Murong Li into his arms.

"Ah, don't be afraid, I will take you back to Tianquan right now, let the best imperial doctor in Tianquan treat you, you will definitely survive, trust me."

Zhi Ming rubbed Murong Li's cold hands between his own, trying to bring him some warmth.

Looking deeply at the familiar and beautiful face that is close at hand, a smile is slightly outlined on the red lips, but countless lonely and coquettish crimson lights are shining in the corners of the eyes.

fleeting.

"A Li, I want you to live, I haven't enjoyed the prosperity with you, you haven't said..."

"Your Majesty, I will leave you with a long life. I have never thought of competing with you for the world. Do you trust me?"

Murongli's appearance reminded him of a long time ago, when he was just a musician with no official position, and he was the supreme ruler of heaven.

"If I had a choice, I just want to go back to the past with Ah Li..."

Murongli felt infinitely emotional, Your Majesty, as long as I die, won't you be able to fulfill your long-cherished wish of unifying the world better, and I, Murongli, am the last person who prevents you from becoming the co-lord of the world.

"We, we can't go back..." Murong Li smiled, "Zhi Ming, if even I leave you, what... are you left with?"

Only after I die can you accomplish what you want most in this life.

Zhi Ming was speechless for a while.

"Your Majesty, you finally fulfilled your long-cherished wish."

The plain white arm holding a piece of pear blossom gradually fell down, Murongli's black pupils suddenly lost focus, and his head gradually fell between Zhiming's arms.

Zhi Ming fell to his knees all of a sudden.

Ah Li, do you know what this king's long-cherished wish is...

My king practiced martial arts at the age of six, could pick up cold weapons to kill people at the age of eight, straddled the saddle at the age of 12, was canonized as a prince until the age of 16, and when my father died at the age of 19, I became the king of heaven.

Since then, I have met the only person I care about in my life.

The fairy-like little person in his arms seems to be asleep, his eyes are slightly closed, the body temperature has not completely dissipated, except for the absurd and coquettish red on his chest, everything seems to be the same as before like that...

In the distance, there was the sound of horseshoes approaching. Wearing a gilt-painted military robe, a sturdy general with a plump face came down from a horse with a good saddle.

"Your Majesty, I hope your Majesty will forgive me for the late rescue."

Zhi Ming waved his hands, his throat choked up, and tears welled up from the corners of his eyes. "It has nothing to do with you, so you don't need to plead guilty to me."

General Wei cupped his hands, still kneeling on one knee, raised his eyes slightly, and a look of surprise slipped through them, "Your Majesty, this... Lord Murong, he..."

"Ah Li, he just fell asleep..." Zhi Ming carefully placed the lovely person in his arms on the ground, stared at it for half a cup of tea, then suddenly raised his head, his pair of star-eyed and sword-like eyebrows were drawn together, and he paused every word As he spoke, the haze in the triangular area between his eyebrows gradually gathered.

"May Your Majesty rule the world forever!"

"For thousands of years, rule the world!"

"For thousands of years, rule the world!"

The Tianquan officers and men in armor and armor knelt on the ground in unison, and offered the ceremony of heavenly power to the emperor who was not angry and majestic in front of them.

Zhi Ming twitched the corners of his lips, his face was gentle and calm, but his chest was in a dull pain, and his black pupils vibrated slowly, revealing a faint smile of despair and bitterness.

"A Li, your long-cherished wish is to be willing to die, and give up your glory to let me rule the world... Really, it's extremely ridiculous."

The night he died coincided with the time when the pear blossoms were in full bloom. It was June, but the snow fell in the sky, which was rare in a century, and soon the horseshoe was covered. Facing the wind, standing in the shattered sleet, soon, the shoulders were covered with frost.

A Li loves pear blossoms the most in his life. When the pear blossoms first bloom after the rain, he will stand under the colorful fallen pear tree, and the petals like goose catkins will cover the sky and cover him, falling on his hair. At this time, he would roll up his clothes and play around under the pear tree like a child, with sweet pear dimples on the corners of his mouth and a slight smile in his eyes.

What I want most is to protect this smile.

So A Li, what do you want most?

Even if the yellow springs are falling and the bones are returning to dust, I want to find you.

pear blossoms,

pear blossoms,

go away.

But I always feel that you haven't left me yet, and I will wait forever.

As long as you are still in this world, the pear blossoms in Yaoguang City will always be in full bloom for you——

A Li, you once told this king that if this king wanted this world that day, you would come back. Now this king has already held Juntian in his hands, and the world is in his arms. Please...

Definitely come back.

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