The bright moon sits on the ground

The second prince knows that King Liuguang's territory is not far away, and he also knows that the relationship between King Liuguang and Qi Qianyuan has always been good, so he is not going to fight Qi Qianyuan, but wants to take advantage of this timely rain to make a quick decision so as not to Attract the streamer king's attention.

He originally thought that his fifth younger brother would have to pass through his sphere of influence if he wanted to return to the imperial city, but he didn't expect that Qi Qianyuan would suddenly change his route before leaving, and chose a difficult road, passing Di Water,? Cross the ancient mountains, and then cross the Yang River.

It was from this time that the second prince finally became sure that this fifth younger brother, who hadn't shown the slightest advantage over others for more than a decade, was the prince they thought was the least threatening, and was not a mediocre mediocrity. It is the sharp edge of Zangfeng.

The original plan was completely overturned, and no one was able to go to the Hongmen Banquet, so the second prince had to lead several hundred soldiers in a hurry, going through both wind and rain, following every step Qi Qianyuan took, ? Mountains,? It was not easy to see them rectify a little bit, everything was ready, and the east wind also followed, and the dog days that had been dull for a long time finally agreed to a well-timed rainstorm.

Although his impromptu plan was not perfect, the consequences were not something he could afford.

However, the second prince knew very well that no matter what the consequences were, he would never allow Qi Qianyuan to return to the imperial city smoothly.

An hour is enough to turn the situation upside down.

When Po Jun returned from Liuguang Mansion, the shower still had no intention of stopping.Viewed from above, the Yanghe River is choppy, and the undercurrent at the bottom of the water is raging. It wants to drag people in and tear it into pieces. On the left side, there is another winding tributary, which is soaked in blood and becomes dark red, spreading in all directions. , stretching endlessly, looking from a distance, it looks like thin and dense blood vessels.

Even under the cover of the rain curtain, one can clearly feel the dull, breathless silence.

Po Jun's complexion gradually became gloomy, he frowned, and couldn't tell what was in his mind at this time, it seemed that whether Qi Qianyuan was alive or dead, he expected it, and it was beyond his expectation——Relief ?This is not called liberation.He has carried too many human lives, which are as light as a feather to him, so he doesn't mind carrying one more.However, Po Jun didn't want to bear Qi Qianyuan's life for the time being. After all, if Qi Qianyuan really died, wouldn't it be like he owed a favor?

He landed slowly on the ground, his black boots stepped on the blood stains all over the ground, his eyes were full of bones, his half-dream and half-awake soul was struggling in the shattered body, trying to break free from those long and narrow wounds, and trying to get out of the wound. Push it back in by yourself.

There are faces I have seen before, and there are also unfamiliar faces, overlapping each other, holding weapons tightly in my hands, rainwater falls from the eye sockets into pairs of round eyes, and falls on the tightly closed purple-black lips, turning a piece of condensation The blood clots were wet and pale.

Po Jun didn't know what these people were called, and he wasn't interested in their names. His eyes swept away, and those wailing souls became hoarse, and they didn't know how to struggle, but just looked at him in a daze, bewildered. , I can't catch my breath for a long time.

He carefully looked at all the faces, and there was no Qi Qianyuan, so he took a step and continued to walk forward.

Ordinary people should never expect the gods to have a little bit of pity for them, Po Jun thought, no matter whether he looked at it through the smoky night or was really in it, he couldn't feel the waves in his heart. Ordinary people always said to themselves In my own words, when I offer the sacrifice, I feel that I can ask for help from the gods. However, the two worlds are separated and the sky is so vast that it is impossible to understand each other after all.

Mortals don't understand why gods can be so indifferent, and gods don't understand why mortals can be so... arrogant.

Po Jun walked in the rain, stopped sometimes, and used the end of the poor gun to pick the corpse away. After realizing that the person lying underneath was not the one he was familiar with, he turned his wrist and pointed the gun away. Point the tip to the ground and go to the next one.

Stopping and walking like this, looking and looking, he felt a little bored, but Qi Qianyuan was still there, as if he had disappeared.

He didn't know if he wanted to see Qi Qianyuan from among the pile of limbs and broken arms, or if he didn't want to see him.

However, Po Jun thought, whether it is life or death, Qi Qianyuan still has to give him an answer. He doesn't want Qi Qianyuan to think that he owes him an unresolved favor, and he doesn't want to hear Qi Qianyuan want to count him when he walks through the road of Huangquan. Not doing well.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally heard something different from the endless, annoying sound of rain.

Pushing aside the rain curtain, stepping over the corpses, Po Jun looked up, with his back against the Yang River, the two brothers of the Qi family were confronting each other.

To describe it more precisely, the second prince led the remaining dozen or so soldiers to confront Qi Qianyuan who was alone.

Po Jun knew that when mortals faced death, they would show their ugliness and show their true colors, and even put away their previous arrogance because of fear, curled up on the ground, trembling and begging for mercy.However, even after such a distance, he could see clearly that Qi Qianyuan showed no trace of fear on his face, and the second prince's expression was also very calm, showing no ecstasy to get rid of the trouble in his heart.

They stayed like this for a while.

If it weren't for the fact that both sides looked a little embarrassed, covered in blood, clothes in tatters, and the tip of Qi Qianyuan's sword was broken, Po Jun would have thought that the second prince wanted to get rid of Qi Qianyuan at all costs, but it was their fault. conjecture.

After a while, Qi Qianyuan raised his hand to wipe off the blood on his face, and asked, "Why?"

The second prince was a little surprised when he heard the words, and asked back: "You don't know anything?"

Qi Qianyuan smiled self-deprecatingly, and looked up at him, showing those eyes with difficult emotions, "I really don't know."

The second prince was startled, and after a while, he also shook his shoulders and laughed, "So Qi Yao hasn't told you yet."

Their appearance, one is more like the birth mother, the other is more like Qi Song, until this time, the pair of brothers showed some resemblance, their smiles were not sincere, the smiles did not reach the bottom of the eyes, brewing cold killing intent , is not as harmonious as it seems.

"Qi Qianyuan, you are very smart." The second prince praised sincerely, "Everyone, including me, once thought you were the least threatening person to the throne, staying away from the imperial city, keeping a low profile, and by the way, you can win King Liuguang... It’s really very useful.”

"The only shortcoming is that your biological mother has no identity, she is just a descendant, and she doesn't know how to fight for power, so she failed to bring you a good background, and your brother, the fourth prince, is even more greedy and afraid. Dead waste." He laughed, "You have been working in silence for so many years, and now you are barely standing at the same height as us, do you feel regretful?"

The second prince didn't seem to want to wait for Qi Qianyuan's answer, and said to himself: "I think you should feel sorry, because, if I didn't accidentally know the methods you did in private, I might not have noticed it and regarded you as a humble person." younger brother."

Only then did Qi Qianyuan have a gap to speak, and he probably wanted to delay the time, so he asked, "What are you referring to?"

"If you can return to the imperial city alive, you will know."

The second prince kicked him on the knee. Qi Qianyuan was already exhausted, so he ate it suddenly, staggered, and almost fell to his knees. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough to barely support the crumbling sword with the broken sword. His body didn't let his knees touch the ground—his breathing became rapid, and he finally showed a weak look, but his eyebrows and eyes were still sharp.

The wind was whistling, and the big raindrops fell down crackling, splashing the water all over the ground.

The second prince grabbed Qi Qianyuan's jaw, forced him to raise his head, then narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at him carefully for the first time in more than ten years, and said every word in his ear, asking him to listen Clearly, "Unfortunately, you can't go back."

It's not that Qi Qianyuan doesn't want to resist, but the two knives are already on his neck. As long as he moves a little, it will immediately tear his flesh and bones, cut off his bones, and let his blood splatter three feet, and die in this sun. By the river, then swallowed by raging waves.

"Congratulations." He smiled softly, and every time he said a word, bright red blood gushed out from his lips and teeth, which was a bit vague, but the second prince still understood that none of his words were sincere, " Congratulations, Brother Huang, you have won."

It is clearly saying—laugh, after returning to the imperial city, facing the wrath of His Majesty and King Liuguang, how will you end up?

The second prince remained silent, took out his saber from the hand of the guard at the side, pulled a slightly unfamiliar sword flower, and pressed the tip of the sword against Qi Qianyuan's heaving chest. He never thought of leaving room for Qi Qianyuan. With his heart, he pushed the saber in his hand forward inch by inch, the sound of the sharp weapon cutting through flesh and blood was extremely jerky, it was almost inaudible in this rainy night.

Qiongqi watched in horror, felt that Pojun Xingjun's hand was gradually tightening, his knuckles were pale, and the aura was like violent sparks, exploding suddenly in the silence, only it, and Those struggling souls can hear clearly.

It didn't move, and didn't dare to move, for fear that the Xingjun would break his own spine in a rage.

Perhaps this is why Po Jun is Xingjun, and it is just a notorious beast, Qiongqi thought, it is impossible for it to understand, why Po Jun can still watch here quietly, even though he is full of blood. The spiritual energy in his body had already made him feel severe pain, and it also made those hesitant souls run away without looking back, and they didn't even dare to look back.

"Only those who are alive are divided into winners and losers." The second prince pulled out the sword suddenly, and the blood splashed all over his body, and he straightened up, handed the sword in his hand to the guard beside him, and said slowly, "Fifth brother, Let’s have a good pregnancy in the next life.”

He made a gesture, and watched the person in front of him being dragged away and thrown into the raging Yang River with cold eyes. The few remaining, exhausted soldiers left.