Tang Hong Di Xue

Later, he read many dramas, and there were also stories about princes and grandsons kindly giving a meal to beggars, acting tenderly and caring for all people, but never like this, cruel and cold, a string of copper coins on the snow that year , Each one was stained with blood and smelled fishy.

"The king has no seed, he was born poor and humble, this is your good fortune, why thank me."

Eight years have passed, he has grown into the most trusted general under Yan Su's seat, and the man in front of him is still the same as before, with light clothes and long eyebrows, except for some traces of time. Tired eyes, indifferent to all living beings, eyes full of peach blossoms when smiling, quiet like an abyss when not smiling - it's like he has been set for a long time, and will never change again.

Yan Sheng drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

The wine is a thousand gold wine, a collection dug out of Yan Su's old wine cellar, which happens to be 20 years old this year.

Drunkenness flooded his head, his face turned pale, as if he was overwhelmed by alcohol, but he still bowed his hands solemnly, and bowed down again: "The second cup, thank you... these years of life and death together."

"Are you honest?" Yan Su seemed to be able to guess what he hadn't said, and added softly, with a noncommittal tone.

Brothers are of the same heart, and their profits cut through gold.

But, does that really count as... being sincere?

After that day, he was taken back to Yan's house.

The world eight years ago was the world of the last emperor of the previous dynasty.And the name of Yan's eldest son can be heard from time to time even if it is far away from the border.

Rumor has it that an outstanding disciple who is rare in a hundred years, the most outstanding young courtier kneeling in the Taiqing Hall, bright purple robes and thin-soled soap boots, truly covered the capital.

Originally, he just wanted to ask for a shelter, but in the end Yan Su led him to the high platform of the family sacrifice, pierced his index finger with a silver knife, and confessed his relatives with blood.Because for some reason, Yan Su released the news, claiming to have found the younger brother of the former head of the family, that is, the concubine and concubine of his flirtatious uncle, so he brought him back to recognize his ancestors.

It was cold and windy on the altar, he watched the drop of blood fall into the clear water, and tried his best to suppress the trembling of fear all over his body.

He is not a concubine of the Yan family, but somehow he will become Yan Su's nominal cousin - he still clearly remembers the scene of his mother handing him over to the traffickers, taking the money and leaving without looking back.

At that time, Yan Su was standing beside him, holding his hand gently, wrapping him in light brocade fur to block the wind a little.

At that time, he didn't understand why he was smiling, but his eyes were as cold as thin ice, and there was no smile at all.It took a long time to realize that ten years ago, Yan Su, who was only nine years old, also checked her identity on this stage, but it was not as simple as a blood drop.

Rumors are kept secret, and more details are probably only known to the parties involved.

The two drops of blood melted into each other quickly without any stagnation. The elders and head of the sub-family protested that such a hasty act was not safe, and might cause the Yan family to be mixed with lowly blood.

And his elder brother in purple clothes just took him by the hand, raised his hand and summoned the guards, surrounded the entire altar, and said with a smile amidst the exclamations from all around: "How could it be? If you talk about blood, who can compare with my Yan family?" His bloodline is even more inauspicious, more despicable?"

After a long time, many impressions have been blurred, the scene is withering, and yesterday's all sorts of chasing winds passed by like lightning, he can only grasp a few fragments of them.

Among the fallen fragments, the shadows of Yan Su passed by one after another.

Sometimes when he first entered the Yan family, Yan Su invited him a great scholar to teach him to read, and arranged for a maidservant to serve him.He was flattered, but he heard his elder brother instructing his servants not to call him the young master, but to call him Xiao Langjun.

He read the book and saw that Langjun was the old name of Wei and Jin, which also meant son, and he didn't understand why he called himself that.

The shadow of the candle turned red, and the eldest son of the Yan family sat under the lamp with a book in his sleeve, and answered him casually: "They call me a son, and they call you a son, isn't it a mess? Nowadays, women are called lovers and lords." , it sounds pleasing to the ear, why not leave it at that.”

If he had been half as calm and rational as he is now, he would have known that this was just the most superficial kind of ridicule, and there was nothing to be concerned about.But for a child who is only 12 years old, such a gentle, ambiguous and disrespectful title is enough to make him feel humiliated.

Then, in the third year he became Yan Sheng, the Yan clan rebelled.

Yan Su commanded the whole army. At the beginning of the campaign, everything was busy and he couldn't get away all day.When the personal guard asked how to deal with Xiao Langjun, he was flipping through the military newspaper, and without raising his head when he heard the words, he seemed to say casually: "Put it in the army and let him practice hard."

The subordinate hesitated: "Lang Jun is only 15 years old, do you want to arrange a loose position first?"

"Excuse me. What I can do at the age of 15, I think he can do it too. Let's start with... the lowest pawn."

Conquering on the battlefield, narrowly escaped death.

He was promoted to Qianhu with great difficulty, and because of a night attack, he fell into the trap of the enemy. A bloody road, also seriously injured.He rushed back to the camp at night, settled the remnant soldiers, and then fell off the horse.

When he woke up, he opened his eyes and saw the snow-white curtain above his head, with silver thread embroidered Tangdi patterns and large flowers blooming on the top, the candlelight outside was cold, and the agarwood was faint, so it was easy to judge whose style it was.

"Are you awake?" The slender figure of the commander was traced on the side of the tent by the dim light of the red candle, and he said in a faint voice, "When you wake up, get up and eat something by yourself."

Yan Cheng struggled to get up, but he was seriously injured and unable to get up.

Yan Su put down his pen, approached the desk, raised his hand to lift the curtain, saw his face was pale, not much better than the white of the curtain, but he didn't reach out to support him.

He just lowered his head, his eyes seemed to be filled with pity, and said slowly, "You want to be a general?" The very light smile, in Yan Cheng's ears, was like a tide of ridicule, "But why is the famous general?" Unborn? There are many brave men, but there is no resolution in their hearts, so how can we command thousands of troops?"

His eyes were sore, and he struggled to hold back the sudden tears. After a long time, he said exhaustedly, "I have been taught. But I didn't want to be a general...no." He stopped struggling, fell back on the bed, and asked in a daze, "I The aptitude is already so, why save me? Heal my injury?"

Yan Su leaned forward a little, moved closer, brushed his fingers over the wound on his forehead, and was so close that he almost fell for a specious kiss.However, his icy fingertips paused on the white gauze for a moment, probably seeing the panicked look on Yan Cheng's face, and then he let go quickly: "Injuries must be healed. I don't like ugly things."

Although Yan Cheng was disheartened by his words, in fact, he did listen to what he said that night.

For two years like this, with thousands of corpses as stepping stones, the one who waded through the sea of ​​blood and walked step by step before the supreme commander of the army was no longer a weak child with a noble surname in vain, but a young general who was invincible in all battles.After a lot of tempering, he has cultivated into an iron face. The armor on his body is resonant, and his face is stern, as if he has always been so tough, and he has never been weak at all.

The day when he was promoted to general was a sunny day, and the sun was shining brightly. Yan Su, who was wearing a moon-white battle armor, was standing opposite him with a saber in his hand. The blade struck his right shoulder five times.

From the backlight angle, I couldn't see the opponent's expression clearly, I saw him raising his hand and throwing the saber.Yan Cheng caught it subconsciously, Yan Su turned around with a chuckle, and said to the waiting three-way army: "Congratulations to our army, there are a lot of talents, and today we have a new general."

He spoke calmly, without much ups and downs in his tone, but the army below cheered thunderously: "God bless my lord! Congratulations, General!"

The armor is shining toward the sun, and the golden scales are in full bloom. Standing on the top of this tall platform, the world is brand new, grand and vast, and looking down on the thousands of troops is like ants.Such monstrous power, coming with the waves of sound, is hot and pressing, as if it has substance.

In this life, grace and friendship were just empty dreams, and they would disappear at some point.

What about the authority in hand?

The sun is strong, the wind is like a whip, and there is no answer in the wind - the answer lies in the bottom of people's hearts.

From then on, it is another good story in the eyes of outsiders to follow the side, brothers side by side, and fight in all directions.

In the winter of the third year after the Yan family's incident, the last emperor died—the last emperor of the previous dynasty, a bereaved dog, who hid for three years, was finally captured in the stronghold of the southern rebel army, sent to prison, and strangled.

When the news of the death came, two people in the main tent were playing a sand table.Yan Su received the secret report, his face remained motionless, seemingly normal, but Yan Cheng instinctively felt that he was not in a calm mood.

"A foolish ruler with no principles, obsessed with women/sensuality, licentious and stupid, isn't this death a great satisfaction?"

After hesitating for a while, he said cautiously.

"Do you know what it is to be obsessed with women/sex?" After a moment of fluctuation, the wind passed without a trace.Yan Su unfolded the white paper fan, lightly tapped his chin, and the gentle ambiguity instantly penetrated the condensation of a moment ago.

Yan Cheng blushed slightly, and then he withdrew his hand: "The first emperor... the last emperor was just a little sentimental, not addicted. What's more, he treated those young princes and princesses... I think the so-called loving father of the common people , not as hard as him."

"Brother, have you seen the Last Emperor?"

"When I was young, I went to the palace to study with the prince, and later I was a courtier, what do you think?" He seemed to see that he asked such a question deliberately, with a half-smile, "The most annoying thing is to beat around the bush. If you want to ask anything, just ask Bar."

"The Last Emperor...is he kind to you?"

Yan Su stared at the snow falling outside the window in rapt attention. For a person who was always good at dancing with long sleeves and calm in the wind and rain, for a moment, the smile that floated on his lips all the year round faded away: "Maybe."

"Since he is a benefactor, how could he betray the previous dynasty?" Yan Cheng frowned.

"Benefactor..." He resumed his usual expression, mockery flashed in his pupils, but he hurt one thousand enemies and eight hundred self-damages: "Well, let him be. If he can be kind to the end, or just be more vicious, It wouldn’t even make it to where it is now—presumably without the ministers who brought disaster to the country, this world would still be the same as it used to be.”

The clues were vague in a few words, Yan Sheng was still sitting in front of the case thinking, and heard him say: "But Ah Cheng, you have been in the army for these years, how can you still be like this..." He shook his head mourning his misfortune , "Innocence and stupidity are all the same. A man's achievements have never had anything to do with Enyi, do you understand?"

Yan Cheng's heart skipped a beat, but Yan Su had already turned his back and continued to draw the marching map indifferently.

The tip of the vermilion pen meanders down the white water and loess, drawing a long arc with a "swish", the color of blood is bright, as if it is going to cut the map of Jiangshan vertically, and cut it in two in the air.

The twilight was dim, and the man's bright purple long clothes seemed to be dimmed.

Many years later, the original dialogue has long been annihilated, not a single word was left, and the old things were turned into fly ashes, and faded away with decades of time-but he will never forget his last sentence, and the mountain and river that was divided into two in Yu Guangli Afterimage.

Yan Cheng also thought about what Yan Su relied on to be so respected and feared by everyone.

There was an old official who was loyal to the previous court, staggered into the golden palace that had been occupied by the Yan family, Yan Su not only did not stop him, but waved his hand to signal the sergeant to let him go.

The gray-bearded old man was dressed in a solemn official uniform, and he was completely fearless. After he reprimanded the commander and the three armies, he knelt down facing north, and cried out to the void: "The first emperor... since there is such a monster in the country, how could he be tolerated in the first place?" When the wings grow, it will be a disaster for the world!" Fu cut his wrist again, dipped his wrist blood and wrote half a poem on the pillar, and said sharply, "Life is useless to save the country from disaster, and death is like a ghost to attack thieves!"

After speaking, the decayed and remnant body suddenly slammed forward, and the blood stained the copper furnace in front of the hall red.

The soldiers in the army were enraged by this lifeless old thing, and wanted to throw his body into the wilderness, but the purple-clothed young man on the high seat got up and walked down the jade steps, looking at the blood-stained words on the pillar alone.

When he saw one of the lines, "You should be used to fighting people with charm, always lose to him, and the rain will turn the clouds", he said in a low voice: "Good word-it is worthy of being a great sage."

Immediately ordered the staff to transcribe this word and record the cost.

Yan Sheng is no longer the same day Wuxia Amon, after a look, he understood that this sentence was comparing Yan Su to a ghost, and there was a vicious curse implied in the words, saying that he was overturning, ghost tricks cannot be seen, and winning is useless.

He originally thought that with his heart, this old man would inevitably suffer a catastrophe, and he didn't want to have such a turnaround, so he couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

There was also a time when troops were sent out to rescue the people of a place. On the day the army left the city, the whole city, men, women and children, sent out for ten miles.With such supreme honor and sincerity, even Yan Cheng couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat, as if his blood was hot in an instant, burning with pride.

However, when he turned his head and saw Yan Su's still smiling and indifferent side face, the blood all over his body slowly cooled down again - he really didn't know what else could move this person.

He couldn't see which of the things his so-called brother did he wanted to do and which he didn't.Because no matter what they encounter, the other party can go up to them, calmly, without joy or anger, and solve everything cleanly.

Perhaps this is the reason, this is the superior.And he is far from such a ruler, thousands of miles away.

Therefore, when the war lasted for five years and the final battle with the rebel alliances from all over the world came, and the Yan family not only failed to gain the upper hand in the first two battles, but had to retreat and rely on the terrain to defend the city, it was hard for Yan Sheng to believe such a situation. The command came from Yan Su.

Not to mention the loss of the first opportunity, even if it can be recovered in the later stage, the two previous battles have already been completely lost.

The commander in the army who is worshiped like a god—could he also lose?

Two days after retreating into the city, he obeyed the order and led thousands of light cavalry to walk on the mountain road, preparing to go around the mountain to the enemy's rear and burn the enemy's food and grass. This question passed through his mind in confusion, and he could not help but glance at him and followed behind his horse. pawn.

Leading the army this time, he is the main general on the surface, but actually has another purpose.No one knows this purpose, only Yan Su himself who Yi Rong pretended to be a pawn and followed him out of the city knows, or, there is also General Ma Ningma who set off together and outflanked the past by water.

It wasn't until the ambush soldiers who had been ambushing out of the bushes on both sides of the mountain road without warning that Yan Sheng vaguely understood Yan Su's intentions.

The mountain is steep, enemy soldiers are everywhere on the high cliff, the boulders roll down, and the people turn their backs on their backs, and soon fall into the predicament of being outnumbered.

Yan Cheng followed Yan Su on instinct, jumped up from the horse, dodged the falling rocks, and rolled into the secluded cave.

The cave is narrow, long and winding, and it is dark and difficult to distinguish the direction. From time to time, sharp edges and corners of natural rocks protrude out, piercing like sharp weapons.The road was dangerous, and when he tumbled and fell to the bottom of the cave, he heard the sound of water gradually gurgling and flowing, Yan Cheng's thoughts changed sharply, and he immediately understood.

There is water flowing under the cave, obviously there is a hidden secret, this is just a feint... He must be waiting for Ma Ning to respond!

The smell of blood was thick and inexplicable. He thought it was the blood splashed on his body during the slashing, and he didn't pay attention, but a cold sneer suddenly came from his ear, followed by the sound of "呲", as if someone tore off his sleeve: "Take it!" Holding a sword, I don’t know how to take it out to block the stone.”

The fire was lit, illuminating Yan Su's figure sitting cross-legged. On his right hand, there was a deep bone scar, and the palm of his hand was covered with blood from gravel.

Yan Sheng's mind was blank for a moment.

He did feel that a stone edge almost pierced his lower abdomen when he fell just now, but he was safe in the end. So... Yan Su smashed that stone edge with his bare hands?

His lips moved slightly, but in the end he couldn't open his mouth. Yan Su bandaged his injured hand as if nothing had happened, got up and walked to the bank of the flowing water: "Wait for half an hour at most, it's almost done."

Ma Ning came sooner than expected, and within a cup of tea, the small boat drifting down the river came up to him, and the old general got off the boat, and refused to neglect etiquette, he knelt down and bowed his hands to Yan Su: " The young master's personal involvement in dangerous places is due to the lack of protection of his subordinates."

Yan Su smiled slightly, but her steps paused slightly, and she didn't immediately step forward: "Where is the old general..."

Suddenly, Yan Cheng didn't see how Ma Ning's lightning-fast sword was pulled out—he didn't have time to think about it, so he could only pounce with the agility trained in the life-and-death trials on the battlefield. The shoulder was instantly pierced by the cold iron edge.Yan Su was pushed half a foot away by his force, and the sharp sword narrowly slipped by the side of his neck.

There were a few more slight "chucks", Yan Cheng managed to raise his eyes, and saw four bone-piercing nails flying out like poisonous snakes, with a cold light, they nailed Ma Ning's head firmly and accurately, and the thin blood flowed smoothly. It dripped down on the side of the face.

Unable to support himself, he staggered and fell into the arms of the person behind him, thinking vaguely, it really was unnecessary... Yan Su had already put a bone-penetrating nail in his hand, so how could he be so defenseless?

"Ah Cheng." Even though he had just experienced a betrayal and turmoil, Yan Su's voice still sounded calm and calm, and the hand that held him seemed to tremble briefly, and then returned to the same level of stability, "This kind of Can't you bear the degree of injury?"

Yan Cheng struggled weakly, trying to shake him off, but he had no choice but to be held even tighter.He simply gave up, leaning his head against the cold breastplate on his elder brother's silver armor, closed his eyes, and answered irrelevantly: "If I don't save you, you should have a way... You have never lost."

The other party's uninjured hand stroked his blood-stained brow bone. Hearing this, he laughed out loud, as if he was genuinely happy: "Brother Wei is in your heart, he is such a person who will never lose... Is it a monster?"

He nodded slightly, forgetting that the other party must not be able to see in the dark.

There was a hole of silence, with a cold wind blowing from nowhere, water droplets fell from the top of the head, and landed coldly on the forehead, as cold as Yan Su's tone: "How is it possible? I have already lost completely."

That was the last time the two were alone before this banquet.

The author has something to say:

"Life is useless to save the country from disasters, but death is like a ghost to attack thieves." ——Wen Tianxiang's Preface to "Guide Records"

"You should be used to the charm of fighting people. If you always lose to him, you will be overwhelmed by rain and clouds." - Gu Zhenguan's "Golden Hazel Song"