[Marco Polo] Where is Homecoming?

As Binyamba said, Marco noticed that many new faces appeared around Dadu. There were groups of foreign visitors with strange faces in those secluded alleys and tea houses and restaurants. Although they spoke local dialects and came from different directions. , do not seem to have any connection with each other, and some even seem to be from foreign races outside the Great Wall.When Marco passed by them, he could even feel the eyes following behind them, like thorns on his back.

The whole city was filled with a sense of turmoil, and the tense and chilling atmosphere accumulated day by day, as if the eyes of the world were all on the sky above this ancient imperial capital, and a huge and roaring vortex was about to swirl.

"I always feel that something is wrong in Dadu since we came back..."

In the spacious bedroom, the hibiscus tent is warm, and the nephrite jade is warm and fragrant.The huge silk curtain beside the bed undulates gently against the candlelight, faintly reflecting two swaying figures. Even though the outside is still cold, the interior is as warm as spring.

The Latin man's words were blocked by a hand before he finished speaking, and then that hand circled around the back of his head like nostalgia, and rubbed his curly hair vigorously.

"It seems that we have to make three chapters before we do it next time. For example, we are not allowed to talk about other things at this time..."

The little prince withdrew his hand and pushed him up. Marco didn't know what he was going to do and had to stand up temporarily, but saw him sitting up.

The little prince seems to have gradually fallen in love with this character since the occasional bottom pose last time, and he is willing to try various poses with him.

At this time, he was sitting on his body, with his legs wrapped around his waist, his head raised and his hands moving up and down rhythmically on his shoulders, his thick seaweed-like long hair was scattered all the way to his waist.He twisted his waist with forgetfulness, and suddenly closed his eyes and let out a long happy lick, while panting, he cupped his face and kissed greedily.

"...my wife said that this position can produce a son."

"Aren't you stupid, there are still cocks that can lay eggs in this world?"

The Latin man dragged his buttocks, and his eyebrows almost flew out of his forehead when he heard the sound.

"Oh Polo..."

The little prince heard a giggle, and suddenly leaned over and whispered in his ear:

"...In China, there is really a saying about a rooster laying eggs."

The dark interior is a circle surrounded by candlelight.

The woman was sitting in the center of the candlelight. She had long hair loose and was dressed in red. She looked majestic and evil in the darkness. There was a small pile of yarrow on the floor in front of her. Ahmed sat cross-legged outside the circle, and saw her first One was drawn from that small pile, and the next one was divided into two piles.

Then she took out another one from her right hand and put it between the little finger and ring finger of her left hand, then put down the yarrow she was holding in her right hand, counted every four, and put the remainder between her little finger and ring finger again. After fiddling, there were only 24 yarrows left in front of her after the three transformations. At this moment, she suddenly took a deep breath and slowly closed her eyes. The prophecy she uttered was like a soft chant:

"...Fate reincarnates, and the stars are endless. Will the fallen stars return? Will blood and fire drown the bright moon?"

With this sentence, the woman closed her eyes and threw the yarrow in her hand into the air, waiting for them to fall in front of her eyes one by one.

"How? What did the above say?

The man approached and asked hesitantly.

She opened her eyes, fixedly staring at a certain yarrow, her face fluctuating under the reflection of the candlelight, and suddenly said in a cold voice:

"Death."

However, at the moment when all the candles were extinguished, someone in the depths of Khan Palace suddenly opened his eyes.

Boyan opened his empty pupils, and smoke was rising from a stick of incense in front of him meditating. At that moment, the originally straight column of smoke suddenly folded, as if there was some aura that was about to move.

He got up quickly, left the residence, and his figure quickly disappeared into the night.

The moonlight was completely covered by the floating clouds, and there was no one on the streets of Dadu, and the buildings in the distance were rendered with a strong color in the night.The man was walking swiftly in the darkness in the darkness, at that moment he stopped suddenly, suddenly caught a flying red tassel with his fingers, put it under the wings of his nose and sniffed lightly, his expression suddenly became solemn.

He turned back towards the dark depths of Dadu, with a chilling expression, as if countless ghosts were about to emerge from there.

"... When I was young, I heard from my mother that there is a saying among the Han people that after death, the soul will go to the underworld, and the king of the underworld decides where he should go in his next life. After the decision is made, he will be led across a bridge. Behind the bridge is the mortal world..."

"However, before crossing the bridge, you must drink a kind of soup. After drinking, you will forget everything in your life, so that you can start your life in the next life without any worries..."

"My mother told me in the novel that I disrespected the heavens in my previous life, and this life has brought me many hardships. I have always wanted to know, what blasphemy did I do in my previous life?"

Walking in the wild highlands, the prince said, looking at the people around him.

"Do you have any explanation for human life and death?"

The Latin thought for a moment.

"According to the simplest statement in the Bible, good people will enter heaven after death, while evil people will be sent to hell to accept endless punishment..."

He suddenly stopped talking and looked towards the sky.

"What are you looking at, Latino?"

Seeing that he had been silent for a long time, Zhen Jin couldn't help asking.

"Three Sisters."

Marco said, the little prince followed his gaze and looked towards the sky, and a Latin voice came from his ear.

"...My father once told me that whenever you want to go home, as long as you keep walking in the direction of the Three Sisters, you will not get lost and you will definitely return to your hometown."

However, upon hearing this, the little prince suddenly fell silent for a long time.

"Will you go back?"

He thought hard, and finally just shook his head.

"……I have no idea."

Zhen Jin looked at him, then suddenly looked at the night sky, and pointed to him.

"Look, do you think these two clouds will converge?"

The Latin raised his head and saw two clouds in the night sky that were blown by the wind.Those are indeed two clouds that are converging together. Judging from the trajectory, unless there is a sudden change in the situation, these two clouds will definitely float together.

However, although he didn't hear his answer, Zhen Jin saw the answer in his eyes, and just smiled slightly. For some reason, there was a lonely and complicated light in his eyes, and he shook his head suddenly.

"...No, you guessed wrong, although it seems that they will finally meet, but they will never meet..."

The Latin showed disbelief, but the wind direction had not changed. When he looked up again, he saw that the two clouds had merged and parted, as if they had never met, and were drifting in different directions without any worries.

"why is that?"

Marco couldn't help blurting out, for some reason, there was a vague fear in his heart.

He turned his head to look at Zhenjin, the prince looked up at the night sky, suddenly closed his eyes deeply, and said something very softly.

"...Because you didn't see it. Those are two clouds at different heights. When you look at them from below, they seem to overlap, but in fact they will never meet."

The Latin man looked at him and suddenly felt speechless.I don't know why, but at that moment, he suddenly felt deep exhaustion and powerlessness in his heart, as if he had returned to the day when he first came to Dadu. He was abandoned by his biological father and thrown into a dark and damp prison, not knowing what lies ahead. What kind of road is it like, it seems that wherever the wind of fate blows it, it will be there...

And real gold, what exactly did he want to tell him?

The two walked in silence for a while, the wilderness under the night was desolate and silent, scattered with sparse starlight.The two walked to the highest point, turned around inadvertently, and suddenly froze.

Most of them are already in flames!

Before the prince could react from the shock, the Latin man had already rushed to the steed he was riding when he came here at the foot of the mountain, turned up and greeted the people behind him loudly:

"The fire is spreading towards the inner city! I'm afraid the Khan Palace is already in danger!"

Before he had time to think about it, Zhen Jin immediately flew up to his famous Dawan horse and rushed down the mountain.

Dawan's Yezhao Jade Lion is a famous horse selected in thousands of miles. He quickly caught up with the Latins. One red and one white rode as fast as lightning, and rushed towards the capital city in the distance under the night.

The raging flames in the sky reddened the sky above Dadu, as if the stars in the sky were falling one after another.

Everything seemed to be a scene of the end of the world, just like what had appeared in his dream.

The roar of the shells still rang in my ears, and the flames burst and splashed outside the city walls, like meteors falling down the Milky Way, and scattered in mid-air like fireworks.

The Ming Cultists who came to take revenge obviously came with premeditation. They quickly occupied the top of the city and began to march towards the Khan Palace. The body was twisted and deformed in the flames until it was finally burned to ashes, leaving only the horrible sound echoing in the surrounding fields.

They rode their horses and galloped through the street. The prince suddenly grabbed a bow from the soldier beside him, turned around and pulled the arrow on the horse, and shot down three gunmen from the top of the city.

The Yuan army guarding the city couldn't help but cheer up when they saw the prince's personal conquest, and fought bravely, forcing the enemy to retreat by a tenth of a foot.

The sound of fighting and shouting was blown by the strong wind and amplified back and forth throughout the night, causing the earth to resonate strongly.The howling wind brought a strong smell of blood.Broken limbs, rolling cavalry, the light of blood and fire.Everything seems to be the scene before the end of the world.In the chaos, the figure of the golden prince twirled and leaped among thousands of soldiers, like a lone crane.

At this moment, they suddenly heard exclamations from all around. It turned out that there was an extra person on the city wall at some point.

It was a woman. She had long hair loose, wide sleeves and long skirts, and a face as soft and smooth as ivory. Wisdom and nobility intersected in her eyes, exuding a breathtaking beauty.There is no jewelry on the pitch-black hair, and on the left cheek is a golden sun-like heraldry, which looks like a third eye peeping into the hearts of all living beings.

The night wind picked up, causing her long hair and clothes to roll and undulate freely in mid-air, like a butterfly about to fly, or a cluster of dancing flames.

"Look, it's the Holy Maiden of the Sun!"

Someone in the cult suddenly yelled, and everyone around was shocked.

"........."

"Isn't she dead?"

"Gods are above, Mingzun manifests his spirit!"

The appearance of the Holy Maiden aroused the murderous intent of the Ming Cultists, and they rushed to kill the enemy. The reinforcements had not yet arrived, and countless Yuan troops who were stubbornly resisting were shot and fell to the ground, unable to fight back. The cultists rushed into the inner city gate.

Ma Ke killed the enemy all the way, ran to the bottom of the city wall, raised his head, and couldn't help but exclaimed after seeing the man's face clearly.

"Concubine Jia!"

The prince's gaze was suddenly sharp, and he drew the bow without hesitation, and an arrow shot at her!

Feather Arrow came through the air with a sharp howling, and at the moment when she was pierced by the copper arrowhead, she looked at the man in the distance, with deep reluctance and vague relief in her eyes.

I have completed my task, now, please be sure to fulfill your promise.

The man nodded at her knowingly, turned around and picked up a little girl behind him, and quickly disappeared into the night.

The woman fell from the high city wall like an autumn leaf blowing in the wind.

Blood slowly spread out.

Everyone looked at the shattered woman under the city wall, and suddenly felt a chill in their hearts.

At this moment, a soldier who ran from the inner palace suddenly saw the two of them and shouted for help:

"The queen's bedroom is flooded!"

Zhen Jin's heart sank suddenly, and the two looked at each other and rushed to the palace without hesitation, but when they arrived, they saw that the bedroom had already been engulfed in a fire!

Kublai Khan who arrived afterward saw the scene in front of him and stopped suddenly.Seeing the entire magnificent palace being torn apart by the fire, Zhen Jin slowly shook his head as if in disbelief, and suddenly felt a gust of wind passing by, and saw that the Latins had already rushed into the sea of ​​flames!

"Marco!"

In desperation, he called out his name in one breath, surprised, watching him rush in, but in the next second, he heard a loud bang, and the whole palace in flames suddenly collapsed in front of him!

"Marco!!"

He rushed to the ruins recklessly, climbed to the highest point with hands and feet and began to plan like crazy. His bright yellow clothes had turned black in the smoke and dust, flames shot up his face, and his black hair curled and flew away. rise.

Everyone wanted to stop them, but they were stopped by Khan.

Kublai Khan looked sad and heavy, and suddenly sighed:

"Let him go."

The fire gradually subsided, and no one came out of the burned palace, only the flames were still crackling in the dead silence.

He used both hands to plan the ground in a panic, his face and neck were black, his feet were filthy and dirty, and his heart was cold and heavy.His hands were covered with scars, and blood-red blood dripped down his wrists. He tore apart stones and trees, planed away bricks and tiles, and searched for his figure in every possible place. At that time, he even felt that, That Latin guy isn't dead is pretty much the best thing in the world.

The white smoke dissipated, he raised his head, and was stunned for a moment.

Marco walked out from the layers of smoke, his figure was staggering, his steps were a little flimsy, and he was holding a comatose person in his arms.

The soldiers rushed up immediately, but no one had the guts to reach out.Khan walked slowly through the crowd and took the woman from his hands.

"Your Majesty! Most of them have been controlled, and all members of the cult have been killed in the city!"

A soldier rushed to report, but Khan didn't speak. He looked at the woman in his arms, and his eyes seemed to stay in the distance.

The hustle and bustle gradually subsided, the blood and flames that burned most of the sky gradually faded, the moon rose, and the woman's face glowed softly under the moonlight. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the person in front of her.

"my husband."

She read softly in Mongolian.

"...I had a dream. I dreamed that when I was a little girl, I would stand by the river in front of my house every day, watching the wild geese fly back along the direction of the river, fly away, come back, fly away again, but Once, they flew away and never came back..."

"My wife, my treasure, all the geese are back, and it's all over."

Looking at his lost wife, Khan's hands trembled, but she smiled, shook her head, and slowly closed her eyes.

"...No, this dream is too beautiful, let me finish it."

The Latin man looked at the two people in front of him, turned around inadvertently, and found that Zhen Jin was also looking at him.He looked at his clothes that were riddled with holes, looked at his face and arms that were burnt by the fire, at that moment he felt a strange feeling in his heart, he wished he could run over a few steps and hug him tightly. In his arms, but he still did nothing after all.

The chaos gradually subsided, and people began to transport the wounded and collect the dead one after another. The dawn of Dadu is coming, and the sun of a new day will eventually cover this piece of ruins. The morning wind blows past, like a mother's Hands caressed the earth one by one, and caressed those silent creatures. In this land where earth-shattering catastrophes once happened, the tranquility she deserved has now been restored.

tbc

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