The prince in the cold palace

Thick smoke billowed, and the sky and the earth were one color.

On the battlefield filled with gunpowder smoke, except for the tearing sound of raging fire, the silence was like a pool of stagnant water, and the dead silence spread across the ground with the rolling heat waves.

There were bones everywhere, and rivers of blood flowed.

The smoke-smudged banner stands straight on the city tower, and the big "Zhou" character in the letter just symbolizes the teacher of the emperor. The blood-stained banner is blown by the wind, like a flower that looks down on the world, blooming Under a dark cloudy sky.

The war halberd was inserted obliquely in the scorched soil, and next to it were corpses lying all over the ground. The tattered armor and blood stains on the face made it impossible to recognize the original appearance of the corpse, except for the blood that continued to emerge after death. Still flowing.

The young man supported his body with a long sword, slowly pushed away the corpse that was pressing on him, and stood up steadily, as if standing upright, with extraordinary momentum.

Although his blood-stained armor was broken and he was hit by an arrow, he could still swing his sword freely.

The long sword pointed to the sky, took a deep breath into the dantian, and then roared in a bold and heroic voice: "Who else survived——!!"

The sound cut through the void like a sharp blade, and the battlefield was suddenly quiet, even the raging fire lost its color.

The young man under the helmet, his skin was tanned by smoke, but he could vaguely see his handsome and upright facial features. He was very heroic, standing firmly in the center of the battlefield, like an unshakable stone monument, which made people daunting.

What broke the silence was first the sound of a stone falling to the ground, and then countless warriors struggling from the mud. They picked up their weapons one by one, and looked at the young man who had revived their morale. .

"The remnants of Rongli are right in front, all the soldiers follow me to kill——!!!"

The living people seemed to feel the blood in their bodies rolling like volcanic magma, as if they came from an ancient sacred call, and they couldn't help but clenched their weapons tightly. Countless soldiers ran in unison, shouting "Kill!!".

This small city, which experienced a mighty battle under the thick black clouds and fog, was named Shoucheng, and it was the last city on the border between Zhou State and Rongli.

The small town bathed in killing and blood quietly waits for the changes of the times alone in the stormy weather.

And this battle is about to come to an end, and the surviving people in the city are still huddling in places where the two armies have no time to take care of, praying for rebirth after the war.

Ascending the tower, one can see boundless bleakness everywhere.

Broken halberds, broken helmets, dead bodies, bloody mud, ashes... all devastated.

The expressionless king in brocade robes and without armor still makes people timid and dare not approach. His undisguised majesty and undisguised murderous aura are sharper than a sharp blade.

The emperor raised his lips slightly, looked around mercilessly, and then looked at the pursuers who were gradually running into the distance, smiled with satisfaction, turned around and went down the tower.

"How's the situation in the imperial capital?" the emperor asked lazily and flatly, even though he was on the battlefield, he still didn't occupy a wisp of dust, his eyes were deep and bright, like a dormant beast.

A drop of sweat dripped from the forehead of the shadow guard kneeling in front of the emperor, and he replied respectfully, "My lord, the imperial capital has sealed off the city, and all news cannot be conveyed."

With his head down, the shadow guard was a little nervous, the emperor was silent, the silence was so long that it took away all the confidence in people's hearts, leaving only awe, humility, and loyalty to the emperor.

"As I expected..." The emperor gracefully walked towards the other garden prepared by the officials in the city. Suddenly, as if thinking of something, he slightly turned his head to look at the shadow guard who was still kneeling on the spot meticulously.

"Yes."

Stepping on the horse, the exhausted young man tightly held the long sword in his hand, leading the soldiers who followed behind him, and found the remnants of Rongli's troops in the forest ten miles outside the city.

Most of the nomads in the frontier are tall, powerful as cattle, good at riding and shooting, even women are proficient in this, and the whole people are good at fighting.

The Rongli army, which had been defeated in successive battles, was ashamed at the moment. The strong soldiers drooped their heads and their eyes were full of despair. Even the horses were too weak to continue fighting.

The figure of the young man wielding his long sword vigorously was engraved in the remnants of the army preparing to rush back to the Rongli tribe, majestic and invincible.

The soldiers behind them even rushed towards them with slender bodies than the Rongli people, roaring and killing like thunder, which made the people on the horses feel terrified and prepared to gallop wildly. But he had already lost his courage and momentum, and even his reaction was several steps slower.

Mu Ao rode his horse as fast as he could, letting the horse gallop. He swung his sword and pierced through the surrounding warriors. It is clean and neat to take people's lives in an instant.

boom--! !

The iron weapon collided with a brilliant golden light for an instant, and Mu Ao smiled boldly, "Okay! It seems that there are still people in Rongli!"

Against the silver sword is a long halberd, which cuts iron like mud, and is a good weapon.

What made Mu Ao admire even more was the opponent in front of him at this moment, he seemed to have seen it somewhere before, the warrior in front of him had loose hair and eyes as sharp as a falcon.

Mu Ao couldn't help taking a deep breath, "What a halberd!"

The warrior said lightly, "I am good at using swords."

The halberd in his hand weighed several tens of catties just by visual inspection, and it was extremely difficult to wield it. However, the halberd could be used to inflict substantial light damage on Mu Ao, but it was not because the halberd was a good weapon. , this person's martial arts are not trivial, if he is allowed to use weapons that he is good at, he does not know how much he can perform.

Do you have the ability to defeat the powerful opponent in front of you?

Mu Ao licked his dry lips and shouted, "Change the sword!"

The warrior stabbed the halberd into the scorched earth and said with a smile, "It's exactly what I want."

"Dare to ask the name?"

"Sarisu."

The constant sounds of weapons and shouts and howls in the forest were mixed together. Two tall men with extraordinary martial arts skills faced each other. Both of them had good horses that were rare outside the Great Wall, and the man on the horse was a rare general.

Mu Ao has not come into contact with many people in his life. Except for the sword, he is indifferent to almost everything, but he remembers everything related to that person in his heart and never forgets.

"Are you the assassin that night?" Mu Ao raised his eyebrows and asked.

The warrior bent down and snatched a sword from the fleeing soldier beside him, flicked his fingers, making a crisp sound, as if he was satisfied with this, he nodded.

"That's right. Seventh prince, no, is your highness still okay?" Sarisu secretly circulated energy around his body, breathing steadily, and waited for the best time to attack in relaxed words.

A glint of haze flashed in Mu Ao's eyes, and he shook the sword in his hand again, shaking off the remaining blood from the sword, and calmed his breathing, narrowed his eyes, and said coldly, "Is he alright, my friend?" The sword is the answer!"

Saying that, Mu Ao stabbed out the sword unexpectedly, using the horse to hang in the air, and poured all the strength of his whole body into the long sword in his right hand from top to bottom, Sarisu suddenly raised the sword and blocked the powerful move.

The two people staggered and separated, each riding steadily on the horse, waiting for the second confrontation.

The shouts around became smaller and smaller, more corpses piled up on the new battlefield, and the remaining soldiers looked at the two warriors on the horse with expressions of admiration and admiration.

They've gone through hundreds of tricks.

Mu Ao's right hand was numb from the tiger's mouth to the forearm from Sarisu's fierce and fierce sword. Normal people could no longer lift his arm, but he still clenched his teeth and clasped the hilt of the sword. It is even more intertwined with bones and tendons, protruding and violent like a dormant python.

Although Sarisu was sweating profusely, he was a little more relaxed than Mu Ao. His strength was stronger than Mu Ao's, and his breathing was still stable after hundreds of moves, and he even had a tendency to become more courageous as he fought.

"Give up, you can't beat me." Sarisu looked at him lightly.

Mu Ao clenched his lower lip, and switched the sword to his left hand. His trembling right hand suddenly relaxed, which made him feel numb.

"Changing the other hand will only make you lose faster." After Sa Risu finished speaking, he mercilessly drew his sword, and went straight to Mu Ao's face, like a thunderbolt!

Mu Ao narrowed his eyes and was on guard all over. He suddenly lowered his body when the sword was only two feet away from him. Sensing this sudden change, Sarisu immediately deflected the sword and took Mu Ao's right arm, while Mu Ao Holding the sword in the back hand, he slashed at Sarisu in the middle with the momentum of stepping on the horse's back.

"Well……!"

Mu Ao's eyes were wide open, and the sword pierced into his right arm made blood flow profusely from his back. Enduring the severe pain, he fell off the horse.

And the sword in his left hand went straight into Sarisu's waist.

Panting heavily, Mu Ao looked solemn, and the soldiers around him did not dare to step forward. He slowly got up and smiled at Sarisu who was still on the horse, "Mu Ao is only representing His Highness to fight General Sa. , he said this is your agreement."

"Agreement..."

Sarisu's pupils began to dilate, and he frowned slightly as if remembering a long-ago event, his breathing gradually weakened, and blood trickled down from the long sword at his waist.

The world seemed to return to silence, Sarsu felt that something was licking his face, and slowly raised his head, the billowing black clouds were boundless, and the sparse raindrops slid down his cheeks.

Promise...promise...

——'But when they meet on the battlefield in the future, Sarisu will not hold back. '

——'If you have a chance, you must experience the general's prowess. '

Suddenly, Sarisu thought of something, his eyes lit up, and the rain blurred his vision, but his spirit remained undiminished.

"Could it be... this war..."

Sarsu breathed heavily, barely found the figure of the young swordsman, and asked him an answer.

The heavy rain poured down, the heavens shed tears, and the splashing rain watered their bodies, as if washing the blood on their bodies.

Sarisu couldn't wait for the answer, and fell off the horse with his eyes slightly open.

Mu Ao crawled towards Sarisu step by step. The man's body was still warm, but his breathing had stopped.

Reaching out to close those eyes with dilated pupils, Mu Ao curled up his pale lips, "As you think, General."

The billowing flames were finally extinguished under the thunderstorm that had accumulated for a long time.

The news of Rongli's defeat and retreat to the grassland still spread back to the imperial capital, but the courtiers didn't know it yet.

In this battle, not only did most of Rongli’s troops be lost, but the leading prince Rongli and the brave General Sarisu also died in the final battle. Rongli has never recovered from the fall, and it will take at least another 30 years to launch a war of the same scale as it is today. war.

The fact of complete defeat is only a few figures on paper.

But human life is far more than that.

After reading the secret report with trembling hands, Zhi Zhong was already pale and collapsed on the chair.

"This... this..." He looked at Zhiyu nervously, but he could only make a simple single sound, and the blow was so big that he couldn't recover for a while.

Zhiyu's complexion was not much better.

After grabbing the secret report and putting it in the brazier until it was burnt to ashes, he slowly looked away, Zhiyu closed his eyes and held his breath, "Now, we can only plan ahead."

"In case... tell me, when will father rush back to the imperial capital at the earliest? How much time do we have?" The panic in Zhi Zhong's eyes made his heart beat faster even with Zhi Yu.

"Don't be nervous, father still needs to establish the power of several cities in the border area and reorganize the army. It will take half a month at the earliest."

After finishing speaking, there was a gentle smile on Zhiyu's face again, and he slowly sat beside Zhizhong, stretching out his hand to gently run along Zhizhong's back, "Don't worry, brother emperor, the two generals stationed in Jiangzuo are willing to help you. The opportunity to fight is in our hands."

Seeing that Zhizhong's face softened a little, Zhiyu withdrew his warm palm calmly, showing a reassuring smile, "Emperor Brother, you should also prepare, since father's victory is faster than expected, then we It can't be delayed any longer."

"Then tell me, when will you act?" Zhizhong cast a questioning gaze on Zhiyu, his gaze was no longer half-believing, but completely trusting in a boat.

"Tomorrow night." Zhiyu moved his lips, but the words that flowed from his two lips caused Zhizhong's heart to panic again.

And he had no choice but to launch.

Coming out of Zhizhong's bedroom, he walked slowly on the long corridor, the eunuch who came to the palace that night followed behind him, seeing that Zhiyu was thinking with his head down, the eunuch didn't dare to make a sound.

Suddenly, Zhiyu paused, turned back to stare at the eunuch's face, and said in a flat tone, "For these two days, try not to let Prince Zhong out of the palace, and also, you must not tell Prince Zhong that you have met visitors from the border area. .”

"Yes." The eunuch bowed his head respectfully and replied.

Seemingly remembering something, the eunuch asked again in a weak voice: "Where is King Zhong's concubine...?"

Zhiyu narrowed his eyes happily, and smiled, "Let's give Empress a relief tonight."

"Yes!"

Seeing that the eunuch still had doubts, Zhiyu asked him in a good mood, "I wonder when the two generals will come to the imperial capital?"

"They?" There was a bit of disdain on Zhiyu's face, but it didn't affect his gentle and elegant temperament. His white clothes were like snow, and he was as beautiful as jade. How can old foxes come as soon as they say, what they are best at is making money from fisherman."

"My lord is saying...?"

"Hmph, only when the imperial decree is promulgated to tell the world to replace Li Zong, they will come to give the last blow to the unknown father, and by the way, make some military exploits, and then ask for a bigger official position."

Although Zhiyu was disdainful in his heart, his expression was still inexplicably happy, as if the long-awaited fate was finally unfolding in front of him, and the nightmare from childhood to adulthood could also be ended by himself.

"Ah?" The eunuch was a little surprised, even though the troops might not be able to resist Yin Wuyao's army, the prince in front of him at this moment was still firm and firm.

His gentle and watery temperament didn't hurt a bit.

Zhiyu smiled, "This king never expected them, as long as they stick to the middle ground is enough."