【狂连】Taiyin

At that moment, Yimulian's heartbeat almost froze.

In his long life, he had imagined his own death more than once.A bloodline of Taiyin is born with a long life, and death seems to be a long way away from him.But when he witnessed the departure of people around him who were not of the Taiyin clan's normal lifespan time and time again, he couldn't help but think of the day when he was about to die—it would be a dreamland of loneliness and eternity. Sleep in it and never wake up.As for how painful it would be when he died, he hadn't thought about it, and maybe he didn't dare to make more guesses.

But he did not expect that this day would come so suddenly.

He felt that Huang pulled him away suddenly from behind, but he was still a step slower after all.The thin dagger split through the complicated coat and pierced into his body soundlessly.

Huang grabbed his hand in a panic, Yimulian never realized that this person's hand could be scorching hot.The dry, hot hand held his five fingers tightly, as if he was afraid that he would disappear in the next second.

Later, thinking about it, I was afraid that my hands were too cold.

The banquet suddenly became a mess, the sound of wine glasses being knocked over, women's screams, and men's roars all became a mess with each other.Seeing this shape, several guards couldn't help but turn pale with fright. They were about to rush forward with their swords in hand, but suddenly their necks felt cold.Their usual familiar colleagues stood behind them expressionlessly, putting their swords on their necks.

"This is it," he opened his mouth, stared at him in surprise and anger, and stumbled out a few words, "It's going to be reversed."

The colleague looked at him indifferently, and with a little force on his hand, a deep line of blood was drawn on his neck.

The situation in the palace was reversed for a moment, and the civil and military officials were too frightened by the overwhelming situation to move.In fact, they themselves couldn't move: after drinking the drugged wine, they could only collapse on the ground like cramp and broken bones, staring around with terrified eyes, like fish on a chopping board.

Huang hugged Yimulian's limp body, and looked at the only man in His Highness who was smiling.

Prince Orange couldn't help applauding.

"The wonderful sword dance is already unforgettable, but there is such a touching friendship. I really envy Your Majesty. Yan Ji, come down."

Yan Yanluo calmly stood up from Huang's side, walked down the stage gracefully, and stood beside Prince Ju.When she passed by the right minister and a group of veteran ministers who were learning and looking collapsed on the ground, she kicked the leader right minister vigorously: "Okay, stop pretending."

The old man was kicked by Yan Yanluo, and he seemed to have a very embarrassed expression on his face.He got up slowly, brushed off his sleeves, and lowered his head as if not daring to meet Huang.

He has a wicked heart but no guts, and wants to be a loyal minister even if he rebels.Prince Orange sneered inwardly, then looked at the expressionless young man above the hall.

What a young and stupid emperor, he only knows to be intoxicated with tenderness all day long.I was completely deceived by the people around me, but I didn't even know it.Yan Ji just acted coquettishly and fed the drink, and it's almost time to have a seizure after calculating the time.When he was dancing the sword just now, he saw his voice was low and weak, but now he was half-lying and motionless, he must have found that he could not move his body.

Prince Orange sighed regretfully: "I wanted to save your life, but thinking about it, it would be a disaster." He glanced at Huang, but laughed loudly, "Look, it's this one again. The eyes, always looking like garbage like this every time, really make people—" He lowered his eyes, his eyes were cold, he gritted his teeth and pinched the white jade wine glass in his hand, "It's so disgusting."

After finishing speaking, he waved the wine cup in his hand, and it flew to the ground with a crisp sound.Seeing this shape, the sword-wielding young man got the order, raised his bloody dagger, and slashed at Huang's head.

But it was too late and then too soon, between the fire and the light, Huang suddenly jumped up, firmly clamped the young man's wrist, and even used such strength that it was almost broken.The young man had never expected this change, and was taken aback, and the dagger fell down along the way.He uttered a mournful cry, a hoarse, animal howl from the back of his throat.Huang pulled out his self-defense sword from behind the throne, raised the saber in his hand and dropped it, and then he heard a "plop" and stabbed him through.It can be seen that the young man could no longer groan, and fell to the ground.

Large swaths of blood stains bloomed beside his corpse like flowers.

Seeing this, Prince Orange's expression changed drastically.Before he had time to think about why Huang still had the strength to subdue others, he couldn't care less about his face in a panic, and screamed in a broken voice: "Quick, detain him!"

However, no one responded for a while.

Prince Orange looked around in horror, the guards who had promised to betray him were stuck like a log, motionless.They silently withdrew the weapons that had just touched the necks of other guards. The fresh blood was still dazzling, but he could read something bad from their frozen and lifeless faces.

The ministers on the right also noticed the change, and raised their heads to look at the stern-looking young emperor on the stage in horror, feeling the suffocating pressure for the first time.

Their legs softened involuntarily, and they knelt down on the ground, their hands on the ground trembling uncontrollably.

Standing in a high position, Huang stared coldly at his ants-like subjects.

"You, you weren't poisoned at all... You were just pretending?!" Prince Orange took a step forward, his face twisted ugly with anger and unwillingness, "When did you see it?"

Huang drew his sword from the corpse lying on his back, dripping blood dripped on the jade brick floor. "I have never been fooled, since the day you paid tribute to Yan Ji."

Yan Yanluo at the side couldn't help but change his face when he heard the words, he opened his mouth to speak, but suppressed it vigorously.

At this time, the well-trained Ouchi guards broke in from outside the palace, and they surrounded them tightly inside and out.Prince Ju and several of his cronies, as well as the henchmen of the right minister, were surrounded by heavy soldiers at this time, and there was no possibility of escape.

The lieutenant general couldn't help being dizzy, knelt on the ground and burst into tears, wailing loudly: "Your Highness! I was persecuted by them! Your Highness!"

A few senior ministers couldn't care less about their dignity, and sobbed and cried loudly and loudly.

Huang didn't say a word, and didn't even bother to look at them again.He returned to the throne, bent down, and hugged Yimulian in his arms.

Huang tremblingly blocked the bleeding wound with his hands, and the greasy blood soaked his hands, but he found that he couldn't block it no matter what.His heart seemed to be like the pierced wound, everything inside was hollowed out, leaving only an empty shelf.

"Yimulian." He called in a very low voice, "Yimulian."

Why are you rushing up?He thought in a trance.No one has ever told me, not even my dearest mother, that there are other people in this world who rush to share my suffering.

The imperial physicians headed by Ebisu rushed over with a medicine box, and they hurriedly placed Yimulian on the stretcher.He walked lightly, for fear of making a slight deviation.

Huang clutched Yimulian's bleeding wound, feeling panicked.

At this moment, Yan Yanluo was standing in the hall, with a weapon resting on his slender neck, and the veterans around were weeping, kowtowing and wailing one after another.Only Yan Yanluo stood upright, looking at them with complicated expressions.

Huang noticed her gaze, so he also looked back at each other.The eyes met, but Yanyan Luoqiang made a smile.When the gorgeous red lips opened and closed, the words that came out were extremely shocking.

She said in a hoarse voice: "Take good care of him, at least two lives."

After finishing speaking, she couldn't wait for others to react, so she swiped up the weapon resting on her neck.

Yimulian still remembers that year, he just came of age.According to the rules of the clan, all adults, regardless of gender, must undergo a physical examination of the Taiyin.According to legend, their family was favored by the ancient dragon, and there would always be children with special physiques.Those people live extremely long, and their appearance is often not necessarily old.If there are no accidents, life will always be a blessing.And both men and women can conceive children naturally.

Although it is Taiyin, it has added many beautiful names to it, but when you think about it carefully, it looks more like a monster who is neither old nor dead, nor male nor female.

Yimu and his brothers and sisters of the same generation knelt in front of the ancestral hall, and the respected elders in the family tremblingly took out an old and exquisite white jade plate.There is a huge copper ball on it, and a beautifully carved long dragon lies in the four directions of southeast, northwest.The tail is facing the sky, the head is facing the ground, the dragon's mouth is slightly opened in an arc, and there is a rusty dragon ball in the mouth.I don't know how this thing is made, and it requires people to cut their hands and seep blood along the small hole at the top of the ball.If there is no movement, it is the blood of a normal person; but if the dragon spits out the pearl, it is too dark.

And their family has not been out of the sun for too long.The existence of Taiyin seems to be more like an ancient legend.Because of the long time, there is no way to even identify the authenticity.But generations are still following this inherited method and repeating it endlessly, more like a ritual that every clansman must go through on the day of adulthood.In fact, no one had hoped to see the scene of the dragon spitting out the beads.Even the oldest grandma in the clan has never seen the real Taiyin.

The few brothers and sisters in front of Yimulian had already passed by, and they tied their fingers with white cloths. When they saw the youngest Yimulian, they comforted him: "It's nothing, it doesn't hurt, just bear with it and you'll be fine." good."

Yimulian nodded, he has always had a good tolerance, so he didn't think much about it.

With a solemn face, the elders of the clan cut Yimulian's finger deeply with a knife, and the dripping blood trickled down the index finger and landed on the top of the copper ball.Yimulian watched as his own blood dripped into the stained copper ball, where other people's blood dried up.Sooty, frozen filth.

He turned his face away slightly.

The blood dripped from the copper ball and remained silent, as if nothing had happened.After Yimulian walked through the scene, he wrapped his fingers with a clean cloth.Just as he turned around and walked ahead, he heard a slight "da" sound behind him.

The grandma, who was so sleepy that her eyes were closed, slightly widened her cloudy eyes. She tremblingly stood up on crutches: "This child..."

Yimulian turned his head, but saw the crouching dragons on the copper ball in the four directions of southeast, northwest, and the dragon balls all spit out from their mouths in unison.The Dragon Ball was originally covered with copper rust, but because it was stained with fresh blood, it meandered up several bright red streaks and landed on the white jade plate.

——He is the destined Taiyin, and his life will change accordingly.

The tribe wants to keep him in the tribe for a long time, so as to protect the tribe for a long time.Therefore, he pushed aside all his marriage affairs, and later became a rain praying envoy, and he had no time to take care of his children's personal affairs.He watched the brothers and sisters of the same generation in the clan gradually mature and grow up, and then quickly aged and even died.And he still looks like a young man.His mother died without being able to hold her little grandson in her arms. She watched other cousins ​​and sisters enjoy family happiness, while her only son gradually became alone and had no one to rely on.

The old woman hugged his hands and wept bitterly before dying.

"Sin, why is it a Taiyin!"

That is the starting point of all destiny.

He spent decades of loneliness in the clan, watching his brothers and sisters get married, have children, grow old and die, he danced on the balcony to pray for rain, and the dust and sweat from the flying dust stuck to his wet face , he saw the rebellious but fascinated child under the stage, he knelt in front of the hall to listen to the young emperor announce that he would marry him, and he saw another beautiful young woman entwined When he was in the emperor's arms, there were mixed feelings in his heart. He smelled Jiang Zhenxiang's hidden tears, and finally blocked the piercing sword in front of him.

All the love, hate, entanglement, karma, and evil fate finally turned into those four red beads that fell on the white jade plate—if possible, Yimulian wanted to go back to the day when he was an adult, no matter what, he wanted to stop those four. The dragon ball that rolled down and changed his life.

Huang saw tears disappearing from the corners of the eyes of the lying person, falling on the ends of the hair, and disappearing without a trace.

The tears disappeared so quickly that they were just a flash of crystal, disappearing suddenly.Suspecting that he was delusional, Huang stretched out his hand and lightly touched the corner of the opponent's eyes.

He didn't dare to use too much force, the person on the bed was already out of breath, and he was only holding his breath.With the gentlest caution in his life, he gently slid across the corner of Yimulian's eyes.

That's moist.