Your Majesty, come back

The jailer moved a chair, the young man sat down slowly, looked at him from a short distance, and said in a cold voice without any emotion, "You finally woke up."

The young man paused, and looked at him coldly: "Nanman King."

Chu Xiao didn't immediately realize what happened. He was half-conscious, unconscious, and still immersed in severe pain—his heart almost turned into ashes.

Saying that he likes it is probably coaxing him, but why is he so easy to coax.

Yes, with my nature and temper, I have never been nice to young people since I was a child, so why should people like you.Apart from power, Chu Xiao couldn't find any reason to make others admire him for a while.

But now he doesn't even have that.

If all the sweetness before was a mirage-like lie, then he might as well die while protecting the youth. A man can’t talk about life and death at any time. So what if it's just a big dream?Wanting to use death to escape for this kind of thing is not pitiful, not pathetic——

And who hasn't been lied to?

The young man sitting in the chair became impatient, curled his fingers and tapped on the handle: "Wake him up."

Then a basin of bone-piercing cold water poured down on his head.

Just now, his body was in pain like a fire, and suddenly it was like facing an ice cellar. Chu Xiao felt that all perceptions suddenly stopped. His body was about to burst in this alternation of cold and heat, and the chains bound his wrists extremely. Tight, with no gaps in the fit—not even a gap for him to breathe.

The hanged person let out a low whine, similar to a dying animal crying for help from the deepest part of its body. The expressions of the other people in the prison did not change because of the hissing sound, only Hua in the chair The young man became even more impatient, and changed his sitting position several times, his eyes were gloomy like an eagle: "Nanman king, I don't have much time, so you should listen carefully."

Chu Xiao's chin was lifted violently by the jailer, he opened his eyes reluctantly, his eyes were covered with a layer of water mist, and the water droplets in his hair were still falling, even the young man sitting not far away became a trance. The light and shadow waterscape.

"Where is that witchcraft of yours now?" Chu Yue slowed down his speech, and his words were clear: "King of the Nanman, you have to think clearly. I have said that this king will protect your life. If you don't say it, you will be killed." Don't blame me for not keeping my promise in Daqing."

"One person exchanged the lives of 10 people in Nancheng. You have to think carefully about this deal."

Chu Xiao was originally disheartened and didn't have the slightest will to survive, but he was abruptly pulled back to his senses by these absurd conversations.

What does it matter to him whether the Southern barbarians live or die?

Chu Xiao's mind was clear for a moment, like the wind blowing the clouds, and he suddenly saw the sun. He turned his head to one side with all his strength, and was soon pulled back by the jailer, but he could see clearly that the man trapped by chains was just a glance away. It wasn't his hand that touched it.

His hands have been practicing martial arts since childhood, and each finger has distinct joints, slender and strong.

And these hands are darker in complexion, as thin as wood——

It's not his body at all.

He was dumbfounded, and the thousands of words in his throat forced him to cough violently.

This ridiculous and absurd fact made Chu Xiao wonder whether to be happy or sad.

Chu Yue didn't betray him, so his ruthlessness wasn't aimed at him, not against him—Chu Xiao was more joyful than saving his life, trembling uncontrollably, he didn't know what to do, he was just being beaten by God Playing around again, it has nothing to do with Chu Yue, it has nothing to do with Chu Yue...

Chu Yue did not betray him because of power deception.

Having experienced such ups and downs in the sky and on earth a few times, even Chu Xiao was overly frightened and couldn't bear it anymore—this Nanman king's body had already experienced a lot of wind and rain, and was poured with cold water, so he Withering even more.

The jailer said from the side: "My lord, he can't speak after he bit his tongue and killed himself. Why don't you bring a pen and paper here?"

Chu Yue nodded in agreement.

The jailer untied Chu Xiao's right hand and stuffed a pen into his hand. Because of the long-term binding, his hands and feet were already stiff, and he couldn't hold the pen at all. The pen fell to the ground with a snap. The jailer picked it up, and then Falling down again, after doing this twice, Chu Yue completely lost his patience, stood up abruptly, and said indifferently: "Wait for him to write it out before handing it over to me."

Chu Xiao almost hated this pair of trembling and weak hands, but unfortunately he couldn't speak, so he could only make a sound by struggling and shaking the iron chain - he really wanted to keep the young man, he was so isolated and helpless now, this His status simply didn't end well, the jokes God made for him got bigger and bigger every time, this time it was a big deal for real!

Whether Chu Yuexiang believed this absurd and secretive fact was another matter. If he didn't tell it now, he would suffer even more. Chu Xiao felt chills down his spine—you must know that he has never been tolerant of captives.

I don't know if the people below will inherit his style this time.

Chu Yue stepped half a foot outside the prison door, and when he heard the loud noise behind him, he turned his head slightly. Chu Xiao thought that things had turned around, but at this moment, a soldier came to report some news. Without looking back any longer, he strode away.

Chu Xiao was like a trapped animal, watching helplessly as the young man's back disappeared outside the long corridor with uncertain light and darkness, no matter how much he roared, he couldn't keep it.

The iron gate slammed shut, and the prison returned to darkness.

Chu Xiao closed his eyes helplessly.

Presumably Nancheng has been destroyed, this is probably the Nanman Palace, and the jailers here are also dressed in his Daqing style, obviously it is their own sphere of influence, and they are all their own people——

God is such a blind bastard.

Chu Xiao became sad. Thinking about it this way, the last Lihun was just a small rehearsal, and this time it was the final highlight. He felt that his body was terrible, and he didn't have any chance to move. I don't even have the strength to hold a pen!

Chu Xiao knew that his original body was only slightly injured. As for why he left his soul again, he really had no idea. There was no reason to follow. Perhaps it had something to do with the practice of the Nanman witch?

Maybe it doesn't matter at all.

Chu Xiao thought for a long time, hungry and in pain, but the jailers were stationed outside the door, as if they didn't realize that the prisoners inside would also be hungry.

Also, they did not have the habit of treating captives kindly.

In his life, Chu Xiao has tasted all kinds of pain, but he has never experienced hunger. He was born into a wealthy and wealthy family. Even if he marched and fought, his life was only a bit difficult, but he never had anything to do with hunger.

There was no light in the prison, and I didn't know how long the time had passed. Finally, it was time for the guards to eat, but a few people outside sat around the table and started eating with their chopsticks in a sullen mood. Totally forgot!

Chu Xiao stared at the outside of the fence, but this stomach has no emperor's integrity, and started to growl on its own initiative without shame or skin. Chu Xiao didn't know that the sound of his stomach could be so loud, and it was not controlled by his will at all. He kept ringing without authorization, it was... It was embarrassing for him, he was so ashamed that he wanted to cut his belly open to see what happened.

Everyone in the prison didn't notice. At this moment, a thin tube quietly protruded from the gap outside the iron door, and a burst of light yellow smoke spewed out from it.

Chu Xiao closed his eyes and smelled the fragrance of rice, and silently recited the Great Compassion Mantra. Suddenly, he heard the sound of bowls and chopsticks falling to the ground. He opened his eyes and saw the jailers stumbling to the ground one by one. As soon as it was dark, there was a blockage in the chest, and he lost consciousness again.

The clear, cold and strange singing voice faintly echoes in the side of the ear, like the sound of a flute from a distant sky, sometimes far away, sometimes near, sometimes sharp and sometimes sinking.Chu Xiao had a slight sense of consciousness, and recalled the moment before he lost his mind, and knew that this was a precursor to being robbed by someone. Now that the drug has not returned, his vision is still blurred, and there are rustling sounds around—— —There must be people around.

Chu Xiao gathered his thoughts, his heart was in a state of turmoil - he had no idea.

Naturally, he knew not to be impatient, the road in front of him could only be taken one step at a time, otherwise what could he do.

The singing voice that would not stop like a nightmare finally fell silent.

"Aren't you awake yet?"

Someone yelled softly from the side, and then the smell of the medicine rushed into his nose. He was lifted up like a puppet, and then he was forced to open his mouth. The bitter and smelly medicine flowed into his throat, and Chu Xiao choked several times. ——This is obviously not the effect of the medicine, but the people around let out a suppressed cheer, and in such a concocted way, they continued to pour the bitter medicine into Chu Xiao.

Chu Xiao lifted his eyelids and saw several people shaking back and forth in front of his eyes. He couldn't see the faces of these people clearly, so he just blinked to signal that he was awake, and he didn't have to torture him like this anymore.

The leading woman kneeling in front of Chu Xiao was about [-] years old, with fair skin. Compared with the skin colors of the people around her, she was strangely white. She was wearing the dress of an ordinary woman, and her whole body was ashen. There is no bright color, the eyebrows are raised high, and the eyebrows are turned steeply. They are rare sharp eyebrows, and the eyes are firm.

Seeing Chu Xiao wake up, the woman closed her eyes and took a deep breath, let go of her hanging heart, and bowed to Chu Xiao with hidden excitement: "Your Majesty, you have finally woken up, you... have suffered."

Chu Xiao limply leaned on the bed. He thought that this place should still be in Nancheng, and he couldn't run far——the woman stood up, but the group of people behind her still knelt with their heads bowed. Chu Xiao saw that the woman's fingers were white, There is no dead callus, the expression on the face is neither vivid nor gregarious, it seems to be smeared with old painting materials, and it seems to be hung with some kind of facial makeup - this is really a good material for a witch Chu Xiao silently deduced this woman's identity.

Chu Yue was so eager to find the witch who practiced in the palace, presumably he attributed the reason for his leaving his soul to the Southern barbarian witchcraft.

He nodded towards the woman, then pointed to his mouth and shook his head.

The woman's expression darkened, and the person next to her replied: "Your Majesty, you can't speak yet, your tongue is damaged too badly, the tip of your tongue was bitten off... you need to take a good rest, Master Yaping has prepared something for you. medicine."

Yaping, a Nanman witch, is forbidden to leave the imperial palace for life, and worships the gods as a virgin. Seeing the trembling look of the kneeling man, she knows that the old woman's power is really great. To capture the thief, you must first capture the king. Only women can take it down.

What kind of witchcraft——Chu Xiao scoffed, not believing it at all. If the so-called Southern barbarian witchcraft was as magical as it was said in the legend, then the witch would not be able to recognize that the person staying in this body is not the original owner. At that time, Chu Xiao was really worried that he would show his feet and be recognized, but he didn't know that there was nothing wrong with him, he was just deceiving the world!

These people all escaped from the palace. Besides the witch, there were also several ministers and generals.When the Qing army entered the city, they fled in several ways, and most of them were captured. The remaining fish that slipped through the net, they disguised themselves as ordinary people and hid in the city. Whereabouts——The Nanman King was imprisoned in the prison in the Nancheng Palace. The witch knew the terrain in the palace, so she used secret passages to rescue the Nanman King.

Chu Xiao watched coldly, listening to the group of people discussing how to go next, the oldest general drew the terrain on the ground, pointed to the southernmost place and said: "We can go here, here are steep mountains and complex terrain , no one dares to go except the locals, what do you think, Master Yaping?"

The witch sighed: "Now the southern city is heavily guarded, it is...difficult to get out of the city."

"There must be a perfect plan." The general looked at Chu Xiao with a heavy expression on his face: "The king is seriously injured, he must be healed first, otherwise it will be unbearable to travel all the way."

The current body of the Nanman King is already half disabled, and taking such a big risk to save him is just to find a good cover for the future restoration of the country. Now that the eldest son of the Nanman King has been captured alive by the Qing army, all he needs to do is to support this prince as a puppet in the future. Now, symbolically raising the Nanman nobles in captivity to show his national prestige in Daqing—even if this gang of evils rescued the Nanman king, so what?There is no name for the teacher, the country is destroyed, the destruction is complete, it is better to surrender as soon as possible.

That's right, the country is subjugated, and the only way to escape is to surrender.

Who can be blamed, the law of the jungle preys on the strong, and the law of nature reincarnates—it is because they are weak and vulnerable!

He was clearly aware of his position, but uncontrollable sorrow spread from his heart. After drinking the hot soup, his body gradually regained consciousness, and then his head was soaked in sorrow and desolation, and his hands and feet were cold again.

There is no more Nanman Kingdom, and hereafter it will be a small piece of Daqing territory, which will not be conspicuous, nor will it be valued by people. After a few years, people will forget the past of this land. He hates the nasal Nanman He wants the people here to learn Qing language well, act according to their customs of Qing, wear their clothes, and learn their etiquette.

He has conquered them, and he has the right to do so.

The southern barbarians are ignorant and uncivilized, so what's wrong with doing this by themselves?

As soon as his cheeks became cold, Chu Xiao knew that this body was crying, and the tears flowed out silently, rolling between his collars. He was funny and angry, and wiped away the moisture with his fingers.

The southern barbarians destroyed the country, so who cares about him!

Those generals and ministers seemed to be influenced by him, and they couldn't continue talking. The eyes of these people were all dazed, and they didn't know where to go. Although they had just planned where to go, what kind of way was that?Just hide in the old forest of Mori Mountain to repent?

Everyone felt ashamed, and felt that the route was more and more pitiful. They ran away, could they escape?So what if you escape, if you can't guarantee it tonight, what will happen next!

The veterans choked up a few times, and finally someone couldn't help but buried their heads and covered their faces in weeping. The witch Yaping straightened her back, gritted her teeth and remained silent, leaving everyone with a proud and stubborn side face.

Chu Xiao didn't have the strength to control his body anymore. He closed his eyes, not wanting to see the miserable situation of these people.

Something was gently tugging at his thigh, Chu Xiao opened his eyes, and saw a black girl squatting beside the bed, about four or five years old, with disheveled hair, looking up timidly with her clear black eyes. with him.

Chu Xiao tilted his head, and he found that one of the little girl's sleeves was empty.

The older one and the younger one looked at each other like this for a while, the girl mustered up her courage, and stretched out her only hand - holding a gold embroidered handkerchief in her hand.

"Father... Father King."