broken night

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who thought he had turned into bad loess, returned safely, and the whole country was filled with joy. The old emperor, who had been ill for a long time, was even more delighted, and his condition was relieved by three points immediately.

"My prince..."

Once back to the palace, the empress rushed up to meet her, holding Yexian in her arms and weeping uncontrollably. Even the majestic and majestic emperor couldn't help crying, and the civil and military officials lined up on both sides were all moved.Uncontrollable sobs echoed in the hall, and Chi Yuezao, who was following behind, was crying all over her face.

"Father, mother." Ye Xian knelt down in front of her parents, "My son is unfilial and responsible for the country, please forgive me, my son is here to boldly ask you to take back the lands and mountains that our Li country fell to pay for your crimes. "

The voice was loud, startled the whole room, and gasped endlessly. Ye Xian raised his head, his deep eyes reflected the silver hair of his parents, and his dusty face couldn't conceal the determination and determination in his expression. The emperor was shocked, and said: "Emperor, last time you almost died, I can't let you die again."

"Father." Ye Xian gave his relatives a comforting smile, and said, "If this life of my son and minister can bring our family and country together, and the merger of mountains and rivers, my son and minister will die!"

After three years, when the first snow fell, Crown Prince Li took command again and sent troops to recover the embezzled kingdom.

After three years, they fought against each other on the battlefield again.

The deep affection and sweetness of the past are gone, only the life-and-death fight between you and me, and the three years of companionship stolen, just like a short and beautiful dream, after waking up, there is nothing left to hate.

The water of the Minhe River was once again stained red with blood, and even a few degrees of cold snow could not cover up the piles of dead bones with no fixed roots.

Under Ye Xian's leadership, after dozens of battles, Li's army advanced inch by inch, and finally reached Xueling Pass again.

Tomorrow is the decisive battle. Facing the bright moon in the sky, Ye Xian caressed the hideous mask in his hand, and remained silent for a long time, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

In the commander-in-chief camp of the Zhenbei Army, there is a lot of bad luck.

Shen Yingchi was hit by an arrow, the military doctors looked dignified, took out the arrow for him, and bandaged it with medicine, the third prince Zhu Jinwen walked back and forth in the tent, after all the military doctors retreated, he walked up to Shen Yingchi, Seriously said: "Tomorrow, let me lead the army for you."

"This little injury is not a problem." Shen Yingchi looked calm and said with a smile: "You too, what do you want to do on the battlefield instead of living a leisurely life in the capital?"

Zhu Jinwen's handsome face twisted and twitched, he gritted his teeth and said, "This king wants to capture Yue Chenglin alive!"

He's going to screw that bastard's head off with his own hands!The gentle and submissive appearance in the capital turned out to be deceiving him. Fortunately, he was coaxed into ecstasy and dizzy by being deceived. In the end, he led wolves into the house, and was almost labeled as a collaborator and treason. He was not captured and sent to prison.

Shen Yingchi looked at his resentment, and didn't bother to remind him: the reason why His Majesty the Emperor didn't pursue it was because the upper beam was not straight and the lower beam was crooked, and he himself was entangled with the second prince of Li Guo, so it's natural to take care of others insufficient.

"What about you?" Zhu Jinwen looked at him sideways and said, "Tomorrow's battle is very important. Are you really willing to kill him?"

"Don't give up, how do you get it?" Shen Ying took four or two thousand catties to bring it over, Zhu Jinwen snorted coldly, and said: "General, don't play tricks, think about how to capture them alive to be serious!"

"I obey." Shen Yingchi made a bow, choking the Third Prince's breath in his throat, and finally sighed after a while, flung his robe sleeves, and went back to rest.

Shen Yingchi watched him go, but smiled and said nothing.

... Flying snow with ice slag in it, passing by, and there is no one in the endless wilderness. There seems to be murmurs in the cold wind, like the gentle whispers of a lover.The sky and the earth were chaotic, he walked forward in the wind and snow, unable to distinguish the direction, but instinctively moved forward, his feet became heavier and heavier, as if there were countless entanglements under the ice and snow, blocking his movement Stepping forward, he stretched out his hand to pick up a few balls of snow flakes, which melted with his hands and slipped from his fingers without leaving a single drop. When he stretched out his hand again, he found that his palm was full of scarlet, and the smell of blood came out. He looked around in amazement. There are eye-catching bright red left on the snow, dotted with dots, and the closer they get, the more they get closer, until finally the pupils of the eyes are red like splashed dye.

On the ground lay Prince Li's cold and ferocious tiger-head mask, with some residual blood still frozen on it, he reached out to pick up the mask, the moment he touched it, the surrounding ice and snow suddenly turned into a garden in the middle of the capital, with fine willows The ground is blowing, the moonlight is sultry, the tiny white petals of sweet-scented osmanthus flowers fall one after another, floating in the water, you can still feel the warmth of your lover's skin by your side, those dark eyes are full of deep affection, Staring at him with a smile.

Tightly hugging the man into his arms, General Zhenbei had a contented smile on his lips, as if he was savoring tenderness in his dream. Outside the tent, the wind stirred up thin snow particles on the ground, mixed with yellow sand and flying Far.

The sound of the flute is empty, and the moon is bright in Guanshan.

The next day, the situation that had been stalemate for several days took an unexpected turn. Li's army smashed through the dragon formation, severely defeated the Zhenbei Army, and captured more than ten thousand soldiers.

Shen Yingchi hadn't failed in the past few years, but this time he was completely defeated. Even he himself couldn't believe it. However, General Zhenbei, who was seriously injured and dying, didn't have the energy to question anything. The third prince was locked in the dungeon face to face.

The wounds all over the body, the bones of the bones can be seen in the depths, so many years of life and death, more injuries than meals, Shen Yingchi has already practiced the concentration of Mount Tai collapsed in front of his eyes, so he will not be as shocked as the one opposite Call.

"Yingchi! Don't move around, the bleeding has finally stopped!" Zhu Jinwen grabbed the fence and threw a small porcelain bottle over, "Hey! Calming pill."

Shen Yingchi sat up leaning against the wall, and found that the wounds had been treated briefly, and wrapped him up like a rice dumpling. He pulled the cloth strips on his chest, smiled wryly, and murmured: "It's so cruel, come on!" Such heavy hands."

Zhu Jinwen's condition was fine, only suffered a few flesh injuries, although he was in a mess, seeing that he still had the strength to yell, he knew that this person hadn't suffered much.

Unexpectedly... defeated, his throat was so painful that he could hardly make a sound, and his sharp eyes like eagles were covered with a layer of darkness and gloom, he didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

Shibie three days later, he should look at him with admiration. Today's Yexian is no longer the gentle and obedient lover in his arms, or in other words, he has become the young general who once confronted him on the battlefield and was evenly matched.

It suddenly seemed like a dream, and waking up would only add to the sadness. In that person's heart, he had long been the object of desire to get rid of him, right?Aren't the little things in the past three years a great insult to the proud young prince?

Not to mention losing in his hands now, life and death should have been ignored long ago.

"Yingchi?" Seeing his lifeless appearance, Zhu Jinwen rattled the shackles on his hands, and asked worriedly, "Aren't you going crazy with anger?" The man's reaction really made him unpredictable.

Shen Yingchi rubbed his forehead, and suddenly laughed out of nowhere. The deep and hoarse laughter echoed in the prison, which seemed inexplicably strange and cold. the general.

The sound of the door opening interrupted his smile, followed by the sound of footsteps from far and near, until they stopped in front of their cell.

"Yue, Cheng, Lin!" Zhu Jinwen's face was blue and white, and a few words popped out from between his teeth. Prime Minister Li Guo glanced at him expressionlessly, then turned to Shen Yingchi, arching with a smile on his face. He cupped his hands and said, "General Shen, you're negligent."

"It's easy to say." Shen Yingchi smiled back at him casually, and asked, "May I ask Prime Minister Yue how to send us?"

"This will have to be decided by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." Yue Chenglin winked, and the accompanying servant put down two food boxes in front of the prison door, set the table and chopsticks, and then retreated lightly. Yue Chenglin glanced at him without any trace The third prince, who had a face full of indifference, said, "I hope you will forgive me if I did not treat you well."

After finishing speaking, he turned around to leave, but Shen Yingchi stopped him: "Wait!"

"What else?"

Shen Yingchi threw the small porcelain bottle at his feet to him, and said, "Take it for him to use, one a day."

"Yingchi!" Zhu Jinwen kicked the prison bar hard and growled, "Your head is broken?"

He sent the rare healing elixir of calming spirit to the enemy in such a loose manner!

Yue Chenglin pulled out the cork, took a sniff, looked at the other party with narrowed eyes, and said, "You hurt more than him."

"I can't die."

Shen Yingchi smiled lazily, his face was full of indifference, Yue Chenglin frowned, and said ironically: "How do I know you didn't want to poison the prince's life?"

Look, the dog bites Lu Dongbin!Zhu Jinwen sneered, and didn't intend to intervene, Shen Yingchi still looked calm and said leisurely: "Don't worry, husband and wife will be kinder for a hundred days, I am a person who misses the old love, and I will definitely not harm him."

Yue Chenglin looked embarrassed as if he had been slapped, he gave Zhu Jinwen a complicated look, and walked away.

Brother Huang has been staring at that porcelain bottle all night——Chi Yue peeked at him dozens of times, and finally couldn't help it anymore. She tiptoed around behind him, snatched the medicine bottle, and Ye Xian was pulled away suddenly. Returning to his thoughts, he frowned and said, "Don't make trouble!"

Suddenly lost the object in the palm, but it seems that even the heart is a bit empty.

"Brother Yexian." Chi Yue sat down next to him, raised the bottle that was still slightly warm in front of her eyes, and said, "Are you hesitating whether you should take this medicine, or whether that person should be killed?" kill?"

Ye Xian was said to be the center of the matter, sighed, and said: "Both public and private, you shouldn't keep him."

The monarch's condition is getting worse day by day, to the point of being bedridden, and the crown prince will do all the state affairs. This defeat, I don't know how many people are staring at him and trying to get rid of him, as the prince of Li, he should have made a decision earlier, but he used the excuse of his physical discomfort, suppressed all the options, and hesitated.

Reason is clamoring to him: kill that person, and you will lose your testimony during those ridiculous days in Beijing, and you don't have to worry about being known by others that the proud and noble Crown Prince once let a man be crushed under him to make fun of you. There is no need to blame myself for how I missed my home country during that romantic period, every time I think of him, my chest is always painful and anxious like burning, like a bowl of boiling water, turbulent endlessly.

Chi Yue looked at him with big clear eyes without blinking, put one hand on his chest, and whispered: "That night, you told me yourself that you loved him."

Yexian couldn't help being moved, pulled his hand down, his thoughts were disturbed, Chiyue understood a little bit, stretched out his hand to wrap around Yexian's neck, put his face against his shoulder, and whispered: "Brother Yexian, you... actually You still like him, don't you?"

Ye Xian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he patted his head and said, "What do children know?"

"I'm fifteen!" Chi Yue raised her head, glared at him angrily, and shouted, "Brother Yexian, I know you must be reluctant to kill him, so don't embarrass yourself."

"Why can't you bear it?" Yexian's handsome face was covered with frost, and even his voice was piercingly cold: "He ruined my family and country, lied to me for three years, and even framed my relatives, such a person, Why should I spare him?"

"I... I didn't get hurt..." Chiyue arched her head towards his shoulder, her voice was soft and thin: "Do you think that after killing him, everything will be over? Brother Yexian, you really can be ruthless." ? If he dies you still can't forget him?"

Ye Xian was dumb, silent for a moment, and said with a smile: "Who wanted to cut him into pieces at the beginning? Why are you so soft-hearted now?"

"I'm too lazy to care if he lives or dies!" Chi Yue snorted coldly, rubbed against Ye Xian coquettishly, and said in a low voice, "I'm afraid you will regret it."

Regret... do you?Ye Xian knew that he was not a person who was easily emotional, the only time in his life when he was emotionally emotional was in those three years of ignorance and blankness, when he fell in love with that person so purely, looked forward to that person so obsessively, and pampered that person wholeheartedly. people.

It would be great if I could forget it completely, and treat it as a dream. No matter how frantic it is, after waking up, it will still be that clear and transparent heart, free from dust.

Looking back on those three years, there was only surprise and anger of being deceived, but no humiliation or embarrassment. If it was just a lover, Shen Yingchi really treated him very well and sincerely. Resolve in one day?

Shen Yingchi, Shen Yingchi, if you hadn't done the cheating scene three years ago, I'm afraid you would have swum across the other side of the underworld and turned into ashes, saving you today's murder and my heart It's messy.

"Brother Yexian..." Chi Yue shook his arm and asked, "Why don't you speak? Did I say something wrong?"

Yexian pinched his face lovingly, and said: "My little Chiyue has grown up, it's late at night, go back to sleep, I will discuss with the ministers tomorrow morning before making a decision."

"I want to sleep here." As if she was afraid that he would refuse, Chi Yue quickly took off her boots and got on the bed, got into the quilt a few times, showing a smug little face, and smiled at him, Ye Xian's heart burst a little The warmth of silk ironing, after changing and washing, the two brothers slept on the same bed, Chiyue Nuannuan's body was nestled in his arms, yawned a few times, and soon fell asleep, Ye Xian stared at him thoughtfully. Looking at his sleeping face, sleepless all night.

In the early morning of the next day, no one noticed the faint bloodshot and tired expression in the young prince's eyes, and all the officials talked aloud, admonishing Ye Xian to show Shen Ying the head of the owl to prevent future troubles.

Yexian's face was gloomy, and his pitch-black eyes were as still as still water, without any fluctuations.

They must have thought the matter was a foregone conclusion, right?All that was missing was his order, and Ye Xian's clenched hands tensed a few veins, why didn't anyone ask what the prince's wishes were?

The people at the bottom spoke to each other, and every sentence was reasonable, like layers of dark clouds pressing on his heart, only a short distance from lightning and thunder. At this time, the prime minister Yue Chenglin, who had been silent all the time, stepped out slowly and said: "Your Highness, according to my opinion, Zhu Jinwen and Zhu Jinheng, the king of the Dai Dynasty, have the same mother and compatriots, and they are very close. For peace talks with neighboring countries, it is enough to leave him alone as a hostage. As for Shen Yingchi, killing him can calm the morale of the army, and then go to heaven. He has the virtue of being good at life, His Highness is also kind and generous, it is common sense to have a heart of compassion, how about abolishing his martial arts and taking him as a slave, so that he can give his ministers an explanation and save his life at the same time?"

Yexian listened to him quietly, a warm smile broke out on the corner of her lips, and said, "No."

He stood up and walked slowly down the steps covered with thick tiger-striped rugs. The courtiers in two separate rows silenced their voices and watched Ye Xian pass by them with bated breath and walked to the entrance of the main hall. Turning around, he said loudly: "I would rather kill him than humiliate him like that."

"Your Highness!" Yue Chenglin called out, his eyes full of worry.

Ye Xian waved his hand to signal him to keep quiet, and was about to speak when the chief eunuch who served the emperor stumbled over, fell to his knees with a plop, and said in a trembling voice: "His... Your Highness, His Majesty... he's about to die..."

"Father?" Ye Xian's expression changed drastically, and the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty also panicked. Prince Li frowned, said "we will discuss this matter later" and hurried to the royal father's bedroom.

The old emperor who was plagued by chronic illness finally did not survive that winter. Yexian and Chiyue worked tirelessly in front of the sickbed. .

After the national funeral, the enthronement ceremony of the new emperor followed. All countries sent envoys to congratulate him, and Zhu Jinheng also sent a big gift. The meaning of the peace talks is self-evident.

And the matter of Shen Yingchi was put aside intentionally or unintentionally.

The laughter and laughter in the Huyan imperial city was cut off by a prison door, the room was empty and lonely, the jailer only appeared when delivering meals, and there were no visitors at ordinary times, the two men who were so bored were separated by the prison fence Played a game of throwing stones.

According to the news they obtained from the jailer, peace talks between the two countries are underway, and all the cities that were previously occupied by the Li Kingdom will be returned, and they will guarantee that there will be no more wars within the dynasty. Therefore, Prime Minister Yue ordered them to be imprisoned here from the dank dungeon in order to take care of the delicate and expensive third prince. Although they were the same prisoners, the cell was much cleaner and warmer, and they served food, wine and food. It's also a lot more refined.

When Zhu Jinwen heard that these were all ordered by Yue Chenglin, his face turned ashen again, and Shen Yingchi gave him a sympathetic look. He was also a frustrated person in love, so there was nothing to comfort him.

"Tell me, what will he do with you?" Holding a few stones, Zhu Jinwen aimed at the big lock on the opposite prison door and threw them. Hearing the jingling sounds, Shen Ying put her hands behind her head and lay on her back On the bed, he casually said: "The worst outcome is death, and it's not like you don't know that he hates me to the bone."

Zhu Jinwen froze for a moment, threw a stone on his shoulder, and said, "It's fortunate that you treated him so well earlier."

"That can't repay my sin of deceiving him." Shen Yingchi looked calmly, gave him a meaningful look, and said, "The climate here is cold, no wonder the people of Li are naturally cold-hearted."

Zhu Jinwen waved all the stones towards his head, Shen Yingchi dodged lightly, the third prince who had been trampled on his sore feet couldn't swallow this breath, picked up half a blue brick from the corner, and vowed to smash him in the head Broken blood.

Before he let go of the murder weapon, he heard the light footsteps of the jailer approaching all the way, took out the key to unlock Shen Yingchi's lock, and pushed the door open, standing respectfully aside, his mouth closed as if it was sewn shut, Shen Yingchi turned over and sat up, jokingly said: "Why, you are not afraid that I will escape from prison?"

Before he finished speaking, he froze for a while, staring blankly at the person who walked in slowly——

"Nightstring..."

He has lost weight, his eyes as dark as the night are full of haze, he has lost the radiance of the past, his handsome face is pale and haggard, his slightly pursed thin lips have also lost their blood color, his body has lost a lot of weight, but his shoulders are straight and his face is straight. The upper image is covered with a mask, solemn and majestic, cold and indifferent.

Shen Yingchi was so distressed that she wished she could pull him into her arms immediately to comfort her. She pulled the chains with her outstretched hand and interrupted his thoughts with a clatter. How can the body of sin get close to the king of a country? The entanglement between the two of them alone is enough to build a towering wall between them.

The two of them just stood there, staring at each other, the jailer quietly backed away, and Zhu Jinwen on the opposite side also turned over, pulled the quilt over his head, and made it clear that no evil should be seen.

An ambiguous silence spread around, the sound of breathing was clearly audible, the heartbeat was gradually out of control, and it hit the chest violently, three feet away, every inch was suffering, he stood frozen for a long time, and his reason was also tense to the extreme, as the other party's eyes flashed instantly Shen Yingchi sighed compromisingly, pulled him into her arms, hugged him tightly as if she was about to embed herself in her body, bowed her head, and kissed the two pieces of cold eyes fiercely. thin lips.

The eager kiss was a bit rough, demanding wantonly, but it couldn't suppress the growing despair in my heart. Is this priceless treasure bestowed by God, after all, still a mirror image, which can only be reproduced in dreams?

Yexian half-raised his face, letting him get whatever he wanted, his slender eyelashes trembling slightly, hesitated for a moment, and put his hands lightly around his shoulders.

Closing her eyes, she felt the warmth of her tightly fitted body. She was already being brought to the bed while she was dizzy. Shen Yingchi let go of his lips with satisfaction, and kissed her neck softly.

Yexian leaned into his arms without any resistance, with a dazed expression, and said in a low voice: "I'm so tired..."

The hand that touched the belt stopped, Shen Yingchi held his face, eyes full of pity, kissed his cheek lightly, and murmured: "Ye Xian...my heart..."

The old nickname made him tremble all over, subconsciously wanted to push him away, but was hugged even tighter, Shen Yingchi stroked his thin shoulders, and said: "Don't think about anything, just sleep well, I'll accompany you You, hmm?"

Yexian and him looked at each other for a moment, and gave a low "hmm", and pressed his cheek against his shoulder, his consciousness was completely relaxed, and his breathing gradually calmed down. Shen Yingchi patted his shoulder lightly, soothing the other's stiffness and tension muscles.

"You..." Yexian hesitated to speak, but Shen Yingchi guessed his thoughts, stroked his lips with fingers, and said, "No matter what decision you make, I will never blame you."

Ye Xian's expression was gloomy, and he lowered his eyes to avoid his sight. Shen Yingchi pulled up the quilt to cover the two of them, carefully tucked the corners of the quilt for him, and said, "I only have one request, Ye Xian, if you want to behead me Class, I want you to do it yourself."

"You!" Ye Xian propped up his body and stared at him in astonishment. Shen Yingchi gave him a warm smile and said, "If I can't stay together in this life and die at the hands of the one I love, I have no regrets."

Yexian's lips trembled slightly, she couldn't speak, her eyes were wet, and she said in a low voice, "Why are you bothering?"

"I love you." Shen Yingchi embraced him again, sighed contentedly, and said, "Okay, go to sleep, good boy."

The gentle voice carried soothing heat, Ye Xian sighed, curled up in his arms obediently as before, and closed her eyes.The Scholars Mendi Forum is tired. He has been so busy with state affairs these past few days that he doesn't even have room to breathe. Sneaking here, panicked, cowardly, and shameless came to absorb the tenderness and pampering that once existed.

Exhausted physically and mentally, he was unable to linger any longer, so he simply cut off the thread of affection that shouldn't be there, leaving behind the sweetness of cuddling together like lovers for the rest of his life.

The red candle burned out the last light, and all the melancholy disappeared in the darkness. It was late at night, and the melancholy sound of the flute came from nowhere, as if weeping.

The sky was about to dawn, and in the haze, he felt the warm and soft breath lingering on his lips for a short time, Shen Yingchi didn't open his eyes, fearing that the last charm and tenderness before the separation would be shaken away.

The shallow kiss didn't have time to go deep, and the sound of drums in the distance had already urged people to say goodbye. Yexian got up and got out of bed, straightened her clothes, stared at Shen Yingchi for a moment, pushed open the cell door, and left in a hurry without looking back. go.

There was a trace of cold and salty water between his lips, which made his heart ache.

Contemplating the past, like a dream, tears dripping.

When the sound of his footsteps disappeared, Zhu Jinwen from the opposite side threw a stone on Shen Yingchi's chest, and said, "Hey, why are you still sleeping when he's gone?"

Shen Yingchi sighed helplessly, opened her eyes, and said, "Why do you want to disturb people's dreams?"

"Is it a daydream?" Zhu Jinwen looked a little strange, as if he had discovered some terrible secret, lowered his voice, and said, "I just saw him cry."

"You're wrong." Shen Yingchi glared at him, and said in a vicious voice, "I've known him for so many years, but I haven't seen him shed a single tear."

Zhu Jinwen was so fierce that he was short of breath. He touched his head, and the faint tear stains on the pale face of the new emperor Li Guo before he left appeared in his mind. Could it be that he was wrong?

Shen Yingchi didn't bother to pay attention to him, she touched her lips with her thumb, the tears had already dried up when the man left, but her heart was still in pain like tearing, how could she not know that he was crying?That stubborn and proud person kept it in his heart from the beginning to the end, and Shen Yingchi could empathize with his emotions.

Zhu Jinwen looked at the sky, and said softly: "The year is a dream, and the flowers are empty and the smoke is flowing. The Yan resigns and the guest still stays. Yingchi, what should you do?"

"It's fate."

Shen Yingchi absent-mindedly made the bed, Zhu Jinwen jumped up angrily, and said angrily: "Could it be that my invincible general Zhenbei died in the prison like this!?"

Shen Yingchi stopped and sighed, "I have lost this battle."

Zhu Jinwen was wrong, Shen Yingchi did not die in prison, at dawn, the jailer brought breakfast, which was richer than usual, and there was a pot of warm old wine, which made people a little surprised.

Even Zhu Jinwen smelled the unusual aura, grabbed the iron railing and stood up, asking, "What's going on? Why are you being courteous for nothing?"

The jailer sneered, put down the food and drink, and said coolly, "Don't put gold on your face, who bothers to show you hospitality? It was Mr. Yue's instructions. After finishing this meal, it's time to send General Shen on his way."

"Going on the road? Going back to China?" Zhu Jinwen frowned, and raised his heart in his throat.

Shen Yingchi shook her head, picked up the jug and poured herself a cup, glanced at him with a half-smile, and said, "Your Majesty, please report to Your Majesty on behalf of the foolish minister, forgive me and take a step first, and then I will serve you in the next life."

"Yingchi!" Zhu Jinwen slammed on the iron door, sweating profusely, "You can't be so pessimistic! The peace talks are not over yet, Brother Huang will definitely try his best to keep you."

Shen Yingchi smiled, and poured a glass of bitter wine into his throat. The pungent taste made his whole body warm up. He let out a long breath, and suddenly felt unprecedentedly relaxed, as if there was something very heavy in his heart, I let go of it lightly in an instant, and I can actually feel a kind of calm and clear state of mind.

"From the moment I came here, I didn't expect to go back alive." He pushed the food box to the middle, and made an inviting gesture, "Come, have your last meal with me."

Zhu Jinwen was about to vomit blood, resisting the urge to overturn the food box, and shouted: "Shen Yingchi, are you crazy!?"

Shen Yingchi looked up at him calmly, and said lightly, "No, I'm awake."

Everything in the past is vivid, and thousands of tender feelings can't match a false scene maintained by lies. He is the one who deceived himself and dragged the two deadly enemies into a ridiculous dream.Now that he woke up from the dream, they each returned to their respective positions, but he was defeated like a mountain, and his fate was handed over to others, so he lost the right to bargain long ago.

"I'm a despicable person." Poured another glass of wine, Shen Yingchi stroked the rim thoughtfully, murmured, the cell door slammed softly, Yue Chenglin walked in with a dignified expression, wearing court clothes, holding an imperial decree , Shen Yingchi couldn't help chuckling with such a serious look, raised his glass to him, and said something: "However, at least I won't run away."

Yue Chenglin stood in front of him, looked down at him, and asked in a low voice: "Is there anything else you need to explain?"

Zhu Jinwen's face turned blue and white, and he stared at the other party with gritted teeth, but the latter was unmoved by it, and was chillingly cold.

"Prime Minister Yue." Shen Yingchi drank the wine in his glass, patted his hem and stood up, saying, "I'm ready, let's go."

Yue Chenglin's cheeks twitched a few times, he took a deep look at him, and signaled the jailer to open the cell door and escort him out.

The old king has been buried, and the national mourning is not yet over, and there is still a bleak and desolate atmosphere everywhere. Maybe at this time, something needs to be done to boost the depressed mood of the courtiers.

The young emperor of Li finally made a verdict on the defeated generals of the enemy country: three hundred lashes and a public display of the head.

In the early morning after they slept together, Shen Yingchi tidied up his clothes, trying to make himself look as tidy as possible, and then followed the guards who escorted him to the execution ground calmly.

The cloudy sky was covered with snow particles again, and the cold wind was biting, and the cold wind blowing across the cheeks was mixed with murderous aura, making people feel chills to the bone.

Li Guo's civil and military officials were already waiting at the execution ground, and the emperor personally supervised the execution, and arranged for the envoy who came to the peace talks and the captured Zhu Jinwen to watch the execution.

Zhu Jinwen didn't believe that Ye Xian was really going to kill Shen Yingchi until he was taken to the execution ground ignorantly. He was so shocked that he fell down on the mat, staring at the people around him with a pair of eyes in horror, taking a deep breath. After taking a few breaths, he was about to get up, but someone gently pressed his shoulder. Zhu Jinwen looked back and saw that it was Yue Chenglin standing behind him, shaking his head at him, and said in a low voice: "Since there is no power to recover, why bother?" Struggling in vain?"

"He is so cruel?" Zhu Jinwen's face was livid with anger, he unconsciously grabbed Yue Chenglin's sleeve, and asked in a low voice: "If Yingchi didn't take Ye Xian back then, you should have given him three years ago The corpse is collected!"

Yue Chenglin brushed his hand away calmly, and said, "So this time, Your Majesty will not repeat his mistakes."

Zhu Jinwen's eyes turned black, and he slumped on the chair limply, staring straight at Shen Yingchi who was escorted to the high platform, his breathing was short of breath, and his chest felt suffocated.

How many regrets, and finally turned into a long sigh. Could it be that one of their most powerful generals is going to die in a foreign country in such a humiliating manner?

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the whip came down and hit Shen Yingchi's back firmly. His voice changed from clear and crisp at first to dull. On his back, blood spattered everywhere, dripping onto the execution platform that had already been covered with a thin layer of snow.

He didn't say a word, and endured the whipping silently. His pair of burning eyes were always staring at the king who was several feet away from him, and the latter was also looking at him. Their eyes met, and they were both unexpectedly calm.

Wake up, give up, and won't be soft-hearted anymore, his eyes are as cold as frost and snow blowing towards his face, freezing the last lingering warmth in his memory.

"120 two, 120 three..." Every time a whip fell, someone would shout the count, but otherwise, there was no sound in the venue, and everyone seemed to be witnessing something.

The most feared general of the enemy country is about to die here, which is really a pleasant thing.

Yexian sat upright on the throne, wearing a soft and warm fur, with hot wine poured by the servant in his hand, as comfortable as sitting under the stage to enjoy an irrelevant romance, rather than with enemies who turned against each other The old lover lives and dies.

"150, 150 one..."

His fingers tapped the armrest of the seat lightly, and his thoughts drifted away involuntarily.

Do you still remember the garden full of sweet-scented osmanthus, the late lotus that exudes its fragrance under the moonlight, the lights that burned until dawn in the sleepless night, and the joy that filled your heart when you saw him come back wearing a star and a moon?

And these, like flowers in a mirror and moon in water, melted in this long winter.

"190 three, 190 four..."

Ye Xian suddenly felt a little cold. He hadn't felt the cold winter in Li country for three years, and he felt a little uncomfortable. The palace servant standing next to him cleverly moved the brazier closer. It was almost impossible to see the face on the other side.

Those eyes were still bright and sober, staring at him stubbornly, Yexian was surprised to find that there was no hatred in them, but a bit of pity.

The corners of his lips curled up into a sneering smile, he relaxed and leaned against the back of the chair, and brought the wine bottle to his lips.

Under his staring gaze, Yexian took a sip of the wine, and the hot liquor slid down his throat, bringing out a sweet smell of blood, and the scalding temperature slowly extended down to his chest, making the already The numb heart was suddenly awakened, first felt a slight soreness like a needle point prick, and then there was an overwhelming pain.

He leaned forward, trying not to let his hands tremble, gently put down the wine bottle, and took a deep breath with difficulty, letting the cool air cool the burning pain in his chest.

A few bits of fine snow fell on his face, slightly clearing up his confused brain, but the beating heart in his chest was still so painful that he couldn't breathe, everything around him became clearer, every whip fell on his bruised back, Yexian would feel that the corners of his eyebrows and eyes twitched, as if there was still something unbreakable between the two of them, and an invisible connection transmitted the exact torture he was suffering to his chest.

Don't be softhearted!If it wasn't for breaking your thoughts, why should you watch him die with your own eyes?

Ye Xian's rationality reminded himself sharply, trying his best to suppress the turbulent emotions.

"170 seven, 170 eight..."

After the three hundred lashes were over, he would take the scimitar from his subordinates and cut off Shen Yingchi's head with his own hands.

He was waiting, everyone was waiting, and the end was getting closer and closer, and the time of liberation was getting closer, the other party's eyes were already slack, and a ray of scarlet dripped from the corner of his lips, suddenly, he raised his head and looked at the night. Strings, murmuring with mouth shape that no one can