Surrounded by strong ministers

The autumn wind is rustling, and the black king's flag is fluttering in the early wind.The auspicious beast totem embroidered with gold thread roared on the flying black satin flag, like a mythical beast coming out of the mountain, fierce and aggressive, shocking all directions.

The wind blows sand and dust, and the vast area can't see the edge in front of him.

The rectified military columns are arranged at the feet, as magnificent as ten thousand feet, extending to the extreme.There are many swords and halberds, reflecting a cold light under the thin autumn sun.The soldiers standing upright like javelins, the strong and sturdy horses, and the 20 troops are as quiet as cicadas in the wind and sunset. They can't even hear the neighing of the horses, and only the banners are fluttering in the whistling wind.

Standing on the high platform, he looked down at the thousands of troops and horses below. The black and bright cold iron armor was overlaid with plain white mourning clothes, and the white scarf fluttered around the brim of the helmet and hat. Only the gloves and military boots were exposed, shining a cold and thick dark light.

He could capture the sturdy faces of the soldiers looking up at him, showing firmness, awe, confusion, bewilderment, and fear...

He looked at all this and suddenly smiled coldly.

Two personal soldiers carried the heavy throne to the high platform and placed it behind him.The beast fur on the seat that he had just hunted not long ago seemed to still have a faint smell of raw blood.

He sat down slowly, and glanced lightly at his close minister Meng He who was standing under the stage not far away.

Meng He immediately bowed his head respectfully, turned around and stood with swords in the distance, and waved a gesture to the guards who had been waiting for a long time.

The guards were ordered to beat the whips and spears in their hands, and yelled a few times, driving a group of dozens of people with torn clothes to go down the high platform, and the army came in formation.

He could feel a strange air current that was no longer calm in the army below the stage. He untied the long sword at his waist, and gently stuck it at his feet, sneeringly raised his lips.

A group of men, women, young and old, big and small, with their hands and feet bound by iron chains, were staggered and driven to the audience under the neat and rude pushing of the soldiers.There was a woman in the crowd sobbing, and suddenly, a child's voice was pierced in the howling wind, and along with that cry, there were high-pitched cries of children in the crowd.

A muscular body broke free from the restraints of the guards, and built a platform high under his feet. His face was raised with bloodstains intertwined, and his eyes were about to burst: "Tuoba Feng, you bastard!"

The chasing soldier knocked the man's neck with his gun, grabbed the man's chin, raised his hand twice, and forced his twisted head to kneel down towards him.

The man was still struggling, tearing his throat and yelling: "You bastard should be thrown out to feed wolves since you were born. Your father is the benevolence of a woman. Only thinking of that woman allows you, a bastard, to live in this world! Harm me! Wild Banner Clan! Tuoba Feng, I will turn into a ghost, and I want you to die!"

He didn't bother to pay attention to it at first, but he couldn't help laughing at this moment. He didn't pay attention to people when he was alive, and he didn't care much when he was dead.

After coldly glancing at the group of defeated bandits, he turned to look down at the crushing army.There was a faint commotion in the formation, and it was no longer just cold and quiet, and the chaotic atmosphere seemed to be gradually rising.

He waved lightly to the soldiers.

The soldiers pulled away the men and women who were entangled with each other several times, facing the army, lined up the people in front of the formation, and without hesitation, drew their knives and swung them down.

Dozens of heads flew out at once, and pillars of blood spurted and splashed.

It has always been his only choice to deal with those so-called blood-related relatives.

He looked at the dead bodies lying on the ground with their heads separated, and the blood quickly twisted and stained the sand.Suddenly there was an uproar in the army, he slowly got up from the throne, walked forward a few steps, and slowly put the sword in his hand in front of him, "The lonely father is dead, from today, the lonely is the king of Qin, and the king of wild flags!"

Nothing can shock people's hearts more than dozens of heads falling to the ground in public, and nothing can destroy certain delusions more thoroughly than beheading the descendants of the royal family in an instant, so as to prevent future troubles and let him die once and for all.

He finally became king.

I got everything I deserved, but I was not happy at all.

Those things that he started chasing when he was young, he vowed to seize the status and power in his hands, and it was nothing more than that.It's not that he doesn't love power, is there a man in the world who doesn't love power?If he went back and did it again, he would still charge forward, cultivate cronies, eradicate dissidents, and strive for fame and power. He would still tie up those so-called brothers, nephews, and nephews in his father's mourning hall, leaving none behind, and beheaded before the battle.

He didn't feel joy, he didn't have the excitement of success and fame, and he couldn't even make a ripple. He thought that his heart might have been cold in the years of fighting.Someone once buried a touch of gentleness in his heart, but now he doesn't know where he hid it, or it may have disappeared in countless conspiracies and intrigues.

A few days after he became king, Meng He persuaded him to stand on his own, split the sixteen prefectures in the northwest from the territory of the Great Zhou, merged with Tatar in the north, and established a country and proclaimed himself emperor.

This suggestion is not attractive. Even if he doesn't do it, he still controls the Northwest and owns half of the country.Cracking or not cracking the soil is not much different to him in essence.Perhaps from king to emperor, the change of a title has a completely different meaning than power politics, but, living in the northwest, the world that this "emperor" overlooks is too narrow, too aggrieved and ridiculous.

He also didn't want to give people an excuse to encircle and suppress him at this time - when the princes are about to move and the world is chaotic.

The current situation is turbulent, and mutiny seems to be imminent.The vassal kings of the Great Zhou had more or less soldiers in their hands. Under the chaotic situation, everyone was ready to wait and see. Under the situation of disintegration, there are countless things to weigh, but as long as a thin string is broken, it will be an instant Guangxia will collapse. , the flames of war broke out everywhere.

When he was making the final deployment for the throne, the situation in the capital was already in chaos. The emperor died suddenly a few months ago, leaving a dynasty without an owner. In the imperial city, there was a more exciting and bloody palace battle than the Qin Palace. .

That was an opportunity, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. ——Taking advantage of the chaos, he swung his army south and let the imperial city fall under his cavalry.

Maybe when a person becomes a king, he will have the ambition to become the emperor.The blood under the flesh is boiling and clamoring, as if the hunger and thirst that can never be satisfied is the instinct of a man.

If he hadn't taken the throne for the first time, and his hearts were waiting to be appeased, he would definitely not let go of such an opportunity.Even if he may be defeated in the end and die without a place to die, or one day he will rule the world, still sitting on this throne, his heart sinking like a pool of death, without joy or sorrow, he still wants to try the common people Mole and ant, look down on the world with their feet.

After more than ten years of fighting and honing, it turns out that he only has a heart that is used to conquering.

Three months after he succeeded to the throne, the situation in the capital was settled.

Riding a fast horse in the imperial city, he brought an imperial edict announcing his entry into Beijing.Looking at the bright yellow brocade, he suddenly thought of four words, destined.

In a scuffle surrounding the supremacy, seven kings died and one idiot died. The emperor's beloved son who had been imprisoned for ten years was held on the throne.

When the news came, he was hunting with his own soldiers, and the envoy handed over the edict. When he saw the name, he felt a sudden palpitation.

It was a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time.

The new emperor - Xiao Zong.

That name once accompanied him through the first danger in his life, and he couldn't help but recall it for a long time, but in the end it gradually fell silent on his road to becoming a king.

He didn't know why, maybe he really was as cold-blooded as his enemies said.

He looked at the edict and tried his best to search for those memories.The memory is still there, but he can no longer relive the state of mind when he was young. All that is left of that gentle boy is a faint shadow and a vague smile.

He did not answer the edict to go to Beijing.The soldiers under the account were convinced by his strength and provocation against Tianwei, but only he himself knew it was not the case.But why he resisted the decree, even he himself couldn't explain clearly.

He didn't know if the name of the bone carving he left in Xinyang Palace, for the young man, would remain in his memory like that gentle figure, which lasted a long time and never returned to the original.

He didn't know if those weakened tender feelings could stop his heart, which was already as hard as a stone, and let him stop in front of the emperor's seat and stop conquering.

He also didn't know if he stood on top of the golden palace and faced the reborn him, whether the person on the throne would still recognize him.

There are some things that he really doesn't want to think about.

There is a dark cabinet on the wall beside the bed in his bedroom, and in the dark cabinet is a wooden box.Many years ago, he hid something in it.At the beginning, he took out the wooden box almost every day, opened it to have a look, and put it away carefully.

He hadn't picked up the wooden box for a long time.

Turning an inconspicuous wooden carving at the head of the bed, the wall slowly opened and closed. He took out the exquisitely carved sandalwood tree and lifted the cover.

On the red velvet cloth lay a few broken pieces of jade, as white as fat.

Tuoba Yue broke the jade pendant, he destroyed one of Tuoba Yue's eyes, if the guards didn't come in time, he would break his neck.

Looking at Suiyu, he was in a daze for a while.

The hidden clues lurking in the capital frequently reported the trends in the imperial city to him. The emperor's behavior was no different from the rumors. He was mediocre, weak, and without any opinion. Fame, just like a puppet fool.

However, 14 years ago, a young child could see through the situation at a glance, so how could he be a fool.

He suddenly remembered that in the second year after he returned to the Northwest, he tried his best to send a group of people into the palace, but within two years, most of them were killed or injured.Those insiders that he had originally used to get news from Xinyang Palace stood in front of the young man one by one, and disappeared amid seemingly unintentional killings.

Living in the emperor's house, winning the favor of the emperor because of his intelligence, showing his sharpness, is not a good thing after all.

Therefore, when he learned that the young man in Xinyang Palace was imprisoned in the deep palace by the emperor because of "soul sealing", he seemed to be really relieved.

At that time, dangers abounded, the young man destroyed his reputation to protect himself, and now he was surrounded by powerful ministers, how could the person who ascended the throne survive?

After half a year, he finally couldn't bear to go to Beijing.

On the Daming Hall, he looked up from the closest place to the emperor's seat, and the blurred figure in his memory suddenly became clear.His once youthful face had grown into a cold and graceful face over the years, and he couldn't resist the gentleness immersed in the bone marrow. His black jade-like eyes were as bright as stars.

In 14 years, many things are no longer the same.

He already holds a heavy army in his hands and dominates the roost. He is no longer a bastard prince who is manipulated and manipulated by others in the Qin Palace.

He used to think that he had already paid off the debts of his youth through those dead informants, but at this moment he understood that some things were not completely broken as he thought.

He glanced at the imperial seat, and suddenly recalled a feeling, as if a long time ago, he was in a dark corner of the imperial palace, looking at the half-covered and mottled palace door, and saw a young man push the door and enter.

— Fourteen, I have been waiting for you for a long time.

That night, at the imperial banquet held for him, he took the "Sealed Soul" and the antidote and hid them together in his sleeves.

The poison that almost killed the young man came from the hands of the Empress Zhonggong.There are many reasons why the queen poisoned her, one of which was because of him, because of the protection that year.

He dissolved the sealed soul in wine, drank it with the wine, and waited for the poison to take hold.

Empathize with the pain that the teenager has suffered, and create an opportunity for the reunion more than ten years later.

He thought he was either insane or crazy.

Maybe it was the first time someone reached out to him many years ago to let him taste the warmth. It was destined that the moment he looked up at the Daming Hall many years later would shake his heart as hard as iron and give birth rashly. With one thought, to be his powerful minister, to put on a strong and persistent stand for him, to bring peace to the world, and to return him to the splendid rivers and mountains, and his career as an emperor for thousands of years.