In the Qin Dynasty, Mingyue and his fleeting years lived up to the return of the common monarch

The life after the big marriage seems to be no different. The star soul who doesn't want to go to the troubled times to conquer the Qin Dynasty, who is bored, plays chess with Ye Liuhua every day. Even the chess skills with the young commander have improved a lot, at least they are no longer confused about black and white. What are the two sons doing?

"Young master, son." Feng Xuanxin hurried over and stopped outside the stone pavilion, bowing, "Chu army has entered Xianyang."

Xinghun looked away from the chessboard, and glanced at Feng Xuanxin who was hesitant to speak: "What else?"

"Also..." Feng Xuanxin looked carefully at Ye Liuhua's seemingly calm face, "Ziying and the rest of the Ying clan were all arrested, and they will probably be executed in the next few days. Xiang Yu ordered the Qin Palace to be set on fire, Now Xianyang is already a sea of ​​flames..."

"Crack!" Ye Liuhua's holding hand shook, and a black chess piece fell, missing two or three pieces before rolling to the ground.

Shao Siming, who was watching chess, was a little surprised, and Ye Liuhua, who was flattered and humiliated, would lose his composure in front of others one day.

Feng Xuanxin shrank his neck, and immediately dared not say any more.As for the story of the son's ancestors, as the head of Xintang, he is naturally very clear.Ever since he took over Xintang, he had also thought about it. For decades since the prison network was established, it has rejected both Daqin's recruitment and the request of anti-Qin forces, and has always remained neutral in spite of the world's disputes. What is it like to be at the peak and then decline step by step?The master, the second master and the son are all real old Qin people, don't they really want to return to the battlefield to protect Qin Jiang?The young master clearly hesitated for a long time when he ordered not to save Fusu.

Xinghun looked at the rare Ye Liuhua who lost his composure, shook his head slightly and sighed silently.

When he learned that Prison Net had the ability to rescue Fusu and Mengtian and Mengyi brothers but allowed them to be killed by Zhao Gao, he wondered whether Ye Liuhua really hated Daqin and had no attachment to Daqin, and he always refused Is the anti-Qin just because of being disappointed with the emperor, disheartened and unwilling to serve?

But now, looking at the black pawn on the ground, he already has the answer.

"If you want to save Ziying, it's still too late." Xinghun said, "Although the prison net's vitality has been severely damaged, the ordinary generals in Xianyang are not worth paying attention to."

"My lord's kindness, I appreciate it." Ye Liuhua leaned over and picked up the sunspot, "The Ying family is the enemy of the Ye family, how can I save the descendants of the enemy."

Xinghun waved his hand to signal Feng Xuanxin who was still waiting for orders to step back, staring at him meaningfully: "It's fine if you don't regret it."

Ye Liuhua stretched out his hand and slowly dropped the sunspots on the chessboard: "Life is like chess, you have no regrets when you make a move."

"You have other ambitions, and if you make a wrong move, you will lose the whole game." Xinghun glanced at Heizi, who was obviously at a disadvantage on the chessboard, and got up with a flick of his sleeves, leading Shao Siming to leave, "Since you have no regrets, don't ask right from wrong."

Ye Liuhua lowered his head and stared at the chessboard, and suddenly swept all the chess pieces to the ground with his sleeves.

The guards on the side were too frightened to vent their anger, and were thinking whether to ask Mr. Kong to relieve the young master, when he saw the young master waved him over.

"What are your orders, son?"

"Bring two altars of Qin wine, and remove the chess pieces," Ye Liuhua ordered.

"But your current body..." The guard hesitated, and when he saw the young master's eyes turned, he quickly changed his words, "This subordinate will go now."

"Wait." Ye Liuhua suddenly stopped him.

"My lord." The guard was puzzled.

"Send it to the armory." Ye Liuhua got up and left.

"...Here." The guard looked at the young master's back, hesitated and went to Feng Zikong's residence first.

"Where are you going, Master?" Feng Zikong frowned, vaguely guessing Ye Liuhua's intentions, "Bring Qin Jiu, I'll go and have a look first."

Sure enough, as he expected, Ye Liuhua stood with his hands behind his back in front of the wooden frame with a set of armor in the middle of the warehouse, his eyes darkened.

Feng Zikong stepped forward, he was no stranger to this set of armor, it had been quietly placed in the center of the arsenal since he came to the Wind Chasing Valley with the young master.Over the years, some people have even come to clean this set of armor and the Qin sword and gun next to it every day.

"You're really talkative." Ye Liuhua knew who it was without looking back, so he couldn't help laughing.

"But I'm just worried about you, young master." Feng Zikong knew that young master didn't really mean to blame the guard, so he looked up at the armor, "Young master, do you want to try?"

Ye Liuhua tilted his head to look at him in surprise, then shook his head silently: "Now is not the time."

"My lord, the wine is here." Yingyi's guard reported respectfully.

"Bring it." Feng Zikong ordered, and then looked at the young master, "How about this subordinate accompany the young master to get drunk?"

"Okay, I want to see how much you can drink." Ye Liuhua smiled and did not refuse, turned and walked out of the warehouse.

Xinghun was speechless when he heard the news that Ye Liuhua and Feng Zikong were both drunk: "Does Chenxi know?"

"I don't know yet, since the young master got married, she rarely left the house." Feng Zicha replied.

Xinghun breathed a sigh of relief: "Don't let her know. Where is the person, take me there."

"It's in the armory, young master, please come down with me." Feng Zisha stretched out his hand as a gesture of invitation.

When Xinghun saw Ye Liuhua who had no image lying on the desk and Feng Zikong who was still leaning against a tree, the corners of his eyes twitched again.

Going forward to pick up the bottomless wine jar, Xinghun knew it was authentic Qin wine just by smelling the smell of wine in the air, so it was understandable for Feng Zikong, who didn't drink much before, to get drunk.

It's just... Xinghun looked at Ye Liuhua who was lying on the desk, he shouldn't be drunk with his drinking capacity, right?

Doctor Fengxuan who was also called took a sip of the wine left in the wine cup in front of Ye Liuhua, frowned and turned around to report: "There is no drug in the wine."

Feng Zicha breathed a sigh of relief, and then became puzzled: "Since there is no medicine, how can you fall asleep with the young master's drinking capacity?"

"This...subordinates don't understand either." Doctor Fengxuan looked at Feng Zikong, whose eyes were foggy but still had the last trace of sobriety, and replied helplessly.

"He's not drunk." Xinghun was silent for a while, "He just doesn't want to wake up."

Feng Zicha and Doctor Fengxuan were stunned.

Xinghun looked at the Daqin Junwei's standard armor in the center of the warehouse not far away, and sighed slightly: "Send them back."

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In the early morning of the next day, Xinghun wanted to untie him like Ye Liuhua untie himself, but when he passed by the lake, he was surprised to see a man in Qin army armor dancing with a spear whistling in the wind.

"Young Master." Feng Zikong bowed.

Xinghun waved his hand to signal him to be excused, and then looked at Ye Liuhua in surprise.

This was the first time he saw Ye Liuhua take off his white robe and put on armor, and it was also the first time he saw Ye Liuhua dance with a spear.

Before that, he never thought that the handsome Ye Liuhua in white clothes could be a handsome and elegant son when holding a white fan, that he could be a bold and carefree Jianghu swordsman when pushing a cup and changing a lamp, and that Yuchen could be a The crazy and bloodthirsty killer master can be a resolute and steady Daqin soldier when he is wearing armor.

If he guessed correctly, the county lieutenant who guarded the border of the Great Qin and could fight against Zhao Jun... Ye Zhong's father was probably the county lieutenant of Shangjun.

As expected of a generational general, even if he is not as impressive as Meng Tian Baiqi, it is undeniable that the Ye family's marksmanship has its own subtleties.

Different from the Ye family's swordsmanship, after all, the swordsmanship was handed down by Ye Zhong from Taoism. Although there are some shadows of the army's killing enemies, there are very few left that have been honed by the rivers and lakes these years.But this marksmanship is almost only useful in the army, and it has not been affected by the world. Although it is fierce and even a little rough everywhere, it is a martial art that can really take the head of an enemy general among thousands of troops on the battlefield.

Xinghun couldn't help but frown slightly as he watched Ye Liuhua's ruthless practice of spear practice regardless of his body. The marksmanship was obviously a little rusty. Ye Liuhua obviously hadn't practiced for a long time, but today he put on armor to practice spear... Xinghun didn't want to delve into the details behind it. Liuhua's intentions, he now only knows that if he doesn't stop Ye Liuhua, he won't last long and will wear himself down.

Looking at Feng Zikong, who also looked worried but didn't dare to stop him, Xinghun turned his head to signal Shao Siming.

After the wedding, Shao Si Ming and him still had a tacit understanding, and he activated the Wanye Feihua with both hands to entangle the nipple in Ye Liuhua's hand in an instant.

Ye Liuhua was startled and wanted to get rid of it, but his cultivation base was exhausted and he was powerless.

Shao Siming made a slight effort to grab the gun from Ye Liuhua's hand and threw it on the tree trunk. Ye Liuhua, who refused to let go, was also staggered and almost fell down.

"My lord!" Feng Zikong instantly came to Ye Liuhua's side to help him steady, he glanced at Shao Si Ming with dissatisfaction, but he couldn't say anything.

Shao Si Ming was also a little embarrassed, and then his heart was filled with guilt again.Her strength is already very restrained, and no one with a little bit of internal strength will be so embarrassed by her tugging, but Ye Liuhua...

"Is it worthy of the ancestors of the Ye family to demean my body so much?" Xing Hun stared at him coldly.

When he was struggling in the past, what Ye Liuhua said when he explained him was still ringing in his ears, but now when it comes to Ye Liuhua himself, why can't he think about it?

Ye Liuhua took a breath, broke away from Feng Zikong's support, and came to the side of the pistol where the tip of the gun had sunk deeply into the tree trunk.

Xinghun's reprimanded words were stuck in his chest and he couldn't speak anymore.

He has the same arrogance and pride as Ye Liuhua, so he understands what loss of cultivation means to Ye Liuhua.

Although he had anticipated the fall of Daqin, it was only on this day that he realized that he still underestimated the true weight of the name Daqin in Ye Liuhua's heart.

Xinghun, who has always been very good at perceiving people's hearts, can't see clearly what he is thinking.Now that the long-cherished wishes of the three generations of the Ye family have been fulfilled, Ye Liuhua is worthy of the Ye family's loyalty and did not disappoint his ancestors, but Xinghun can't see any joy or relief in him, only desolation.

Xinghun sighed, Ye Liuhua's attachment to Daqin was much deeper than his, so deep that he could instruct others but could not let go of it freely.In Ye Liuhua, he saw the spirit of the old Qin people that he had heard from his grandfather Gan Mao.

Yehun is the soul of the Ye family, and also the real soul of Lao Qin.

Regret?Regret not helping Su Ziying and watching Daqin's decline?

hate it?Hate the treacherous and treacherous man who caused Yefu to live only in Yezhong?

complain?Blame Daqin for forcing the loyal general Yejia into a quack killer?

Please?The proud and mighty Ying Dynasty reigned in the world but perished because of the second generation?

Or... sad?How many good sons of the border guards rushed to the battlefield to shed blood for Daqin, and how many men gave their lives for Daqin, but in the end they were jealous of the loyal monarch and ended up being wiped out?

But now, the Great Qin Empire, which has been guarded for generations, is falling apart. How sad and ridiculous!

Feng Zikong silently unplugged the tree from the tree, not daring to look into the young master's eyes, he was afraid of seeing the hurt and despondency in the young master's eyes.

"If you are really unwilling, why let yourself die?" Xinghun once again asked this question that has been bothering them, but still did not get an answer as expected.

Yingyi Wuyao quietly came over and saluted one by one: "Young Master, Young Madam, Young Master, Lord Kong."

Ye Liuhua nodded and looked at Xinghun and Shao Siming: "Young Master and Young Madam, if you are interested in elegance, you might as well go somewhere with me."

Xinghun didn't ask where he was going, no matter where he went, it would be much better to vent a little bit than just keep it in his heart: "Okay."

After riding out of Chasing Wind Valley to the top of the mountain, Ye Liuhua reined in his horse and stopped.Wu Yao dismounted, took off the wine jar next to the saddle and placed it respectfully on the edge of the cliff.

Shao Siming knew that Ye Liuhua must have something to say when he brought them here, so he immediately broke free from Xinghun's arms and quietly stood aside.

Xinghun was helpless, and glanced at the wine jars arranged by Wu Yao on the ground: "Didn't you drink enough last night?"

Ye Liuhua smiled: "It's just a sacrifice."

Xinghun was at a loss for words for a while, and Ye Liuhua stopped talking. The only thing that was silent was the sound of the north wind whistling, and from time to time, everyone raised the cloaks to keep out the cold.

After a long time, it was Xinghun who broke the silence first.

"Daqin, dead." Xinghun held the reins in his hand and looked towards Xianyang. He couldn't see anything, but he could clearly see Xianyang city in a sea of ​​flames, where people were displaced and corpses littered the field.

Hearing no response, Xinghun couldn't help turning his head to look at the silent Ye Liuhua.

Ye Liuhua looked calm, but his eyes were filled with complicated emotions.

Xinghun sighed, if Ying Zichu hadn't become suspicious of the Ye family, Ye Liuhua would probably be another general of Daqin.

"Do you say Wuyi? The same robe with your son. Wang Yuxing is a teacher, repair my spear. I share the same hatred with my son! Is it said that I have no clothes? Say no clothes? Same clothes with your son. Wang Yuxing, repair my armor. Walk with your son!"

Just when Xinghun thought Ye Liuhua would not react, he heard his soft murmur, and his heart skipped a beat.

This ancient oath Xinghun once heard from his grandfather. It is precisely because of this spirit that Great Qin can always stand firm in the troubled times, and can go forward to defend Qinchuan, and finally rule the world.

"The name of the country, Daqin, was not sealed by the Emperor Zhou, it was made out of corpses and blood, it was made out of rough clothes and simple food, and it was also made on horseback." Ye Liuhua's voice was somewhat proud , "Only when the Qin people are united can they survive and grow among the princes."

The star soul is silent, the unity of the Qin people achieved the great glory of the great Qin Dynasty, but the internal fighting among the Qin people finally destroyed this unified empire.

Ye Liuhua dismounted from his horse, filled a cup of Qin wine and poured it on the ground: "Hello, Ying Ren."

"Respect Ying Master Xi."

"Respect Ying Quliang."

"Regard Ying Si."

"Respect Yingji."

Xinghun watched silently, Ye Liuhua didn't name the last cup of wine, but he could guess that it was for Yingzheng, but he didn't mention the hatred to take care of him.

After pouring a glass of wine, Ye Liuhua suddenly knelt down, took off his helmet and put it aside, picked up the wine jar and poured the last bit of wine on the ground, and said loudly: "Sacrifice to me eight hundred Qin Chuan, live the same life as the sky! Sacrifice to me Qin Chuan son, immortal forever!"

After saying that, he smashed the wine jar with all his strength, and knelt down on the ground.

"My lord..." Feng Zikong stepped forward to pull it but couldn't pull it, he couldn't help looking at Xinghun pleadingly.

"The one who died was the royal family of the Ying family, not the eight hundred Qin Chuan." Xinghun said slowly.

Ye Liuhua trembled, and finally straightened up, but he didn't get up immediately, but looked at Shangjun's border guard against Ye's family and shook his head a few more times.

"I'm still selfish after all. If I don't treat my wounds, it's my punishment for myself, it's a redemption. A person like me deserves a terrible death..." Ye Liuhua smiled wryly and was picked up by Feng Zikong.

Xinghun was startled, it turned out that this was the real reason why he refused to heal his wounds all the time, he was using the way of punishing himself to atone for his sins, to make up for the suffering and guilt in his heart as an old Qin person.

Shao Siming looked down, she didn't understand the hatred of the country and the family, he didn't understand Qin Chuan's aspirations, but this did not prevent her from experiencing Ye Liuhua's deep conflict, unwillingness and powerless sorrow.

Maybe he hated Ying Zichu, maybe he hated Zhang Han, but in the end he hated the most... or himself.

Guangsha will fall, even if the Ye family is still a Qin general, all he can do is die for the country, let alone Ye Liuhua who only has a thousand dead men in his hands?Could he not know this?Maybe sometimes ruthlessness is the relief.

Xinghun frowned deeply, he finally understood the reason for Ye Liuhua's stubbornness, but he still couldn't do anything about it.

For a person who has already disregarded life and death without desire or desire, if there is anything else that can move him... Xinghun's eyes fell on Feng Zikong, and a plan in his heart slowly took shape.