Wu Yu

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The chaos of the five kings stained the country with blood.

The imperial court was in chaos like a pan of loose sand, and the people washed their faces with tears.

The filth hidden in the dark and the tit-for-tat confrontation in the light cast a black shadow on this dynasty.

"His Royal Highness, no matter what, the Qingqiu family will live and die with you."

The man walked to the window, the moonlight fell on his face, reflecting a handsome pale face, he rubbed his fingerboard, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Zi Heng, I used to think that a king ruled the world, but now a king can mess up the world, he doesn't care about the people, if he is not a benevolent king, even if he climbs to that high place, he is still guarding the empty city alone. What's the point?"

Qingqiu He raised his eyes and stared at the young His Royal Highness, half worried and half happy: "His Royal Highness, the ministers and others follow Mingjun just to say that the world is peaceful, the fourth prince is dead, and the current situation is dangerous. There is only one way out." break."

There seemed to be a thousand words in the prince's eyes, and Qingqiuhe's expression was dignified and firm: "The Qingqiu clan will not be destroyed, and my minister Qingqiuhe swears to follow His Royal Highness to the death, and will never stop!"

The sky fails to fulfill people's wishes, and at the beginning of Muxiu, half of the sky in the imperial city was stained with blood, and the chaos of the five kings kicked off.

In the mountains and forests outside the city, there were dead bodies everywhere. Everyone's eyes were red, and it was hard to tell whether it was blood mist or exhaustion. The shadow of swords, lights and swords seemed to be raining heavily, damp and dangerous.

The prince was guarded in the middle, watching familiar faces fall in front of him, he was terrified of grief, drew his sword and roared: "Heavy killing! Are you really going to kill them all?"

Yi Wang Zhonglu laughed when he heard the words, as if he was mocking this poor and hateful brother: "Brother Prince, do you think that everyone is born with a golden spoon in their mouth like you?"

"You have the world in your heart, you care about the country and the people, you have always been a good example for us..."

Zhong Lu's expression changed, and he was as ferocious as a life-threatening ghost: "But who can go as smoothly as you, in that dirty and dirty back, who can live as freely as you!"

"I have been bullied since I was a child. Even a lowly servant girl can order me around. They are all villains! But those people are all dead, and you... Your Royal Highness, the Crown Prince, can't escape!"

"This world is mine, and everything is mine! You all have to be trampled under my feet!"

He laughed nervously, with beast-like madness and murderous intent in his eyes, "Brother Prince, go down and stay with the emperor, and play your father's kindness and son's filial piety well..."

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At the end of Muxiu's year, it seems that the overall situation has been settled.

No one knows that there was once a bloody rain in the verdant mountains and forests, the dust buried the stinky corpses, the rain washed away the dark silt, and the wind took away the rotten smell.

The turmoil that caused panic at the beginning of the year was forgotten, or dare not be mentioned.

In the dark and damp prison cell, one could vaguely see a man curled up in the corner, his unkempt face made it hard to tell his age.

A few jailers came cursing, uttering obscenities, and then the door of the cell was opened roughly, and it hit the wall with a "bang", dust rose, and the jailers strode up to the man , reaching out to pull him.

Just then, the man opened his eyes.

Those were a pair of extremely beautiful phoenix eyes, clear and bright, but at this moment there was only indifference and coldness in these eyes, as sharp as a sword, staring straight at these reckless men.

The jailer's movements paused for a moment, and for a moment he ignored his distressed appearance because of his eyes, and his back felt chills. The next moment, he came back to his senses, and glared fiercely at the prisoner who looked like a beggar: " Grandma, be honest with me!"

The leading jailer pulled him up vigorously, and the person being pushed lowered his eyes and accepted the humiliation without saying a word.

Walking to the door, he saw a dilapidated and smelly prison car from a distance, and he was suddenly pushed to the left by someone, and was taken to the compartment. Xing Shang, Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, stood with his hands behind his back, and turned around upon hearing the sound.

He was holding a jug of wine in his hand, and his face was obscured by the light behind him. He snorted softly: "The Qingqiu clan has been loyal and good for generations, and their holy favor has never faded, but now there is only the eldest son left."

He waved his hands, and sighed pretendingly as if he was watching a play: "Qingqiuhe and I are old friends, and I'll prepare some wine and send the eldest son a ride, you guys go down."

The jailer lost all his arrogance and retired respectfully.

The desolate wind blew the rag bag on the prison car, Xing Shang took off his disguise as if he was out of strength, and walked quickly to Qingqiu Jue, his eyes were red, and he choked up and said, "Eldest Prince..."

Qingqiu Jue didn't speak, just helped him up first: "Uncle Xing, thank you for your hard work."

Xing Shang shook his hands, smoothing out Qingqiu Jue's messy hair, revealing his gray but hard-to-conceal handsome face, Xing Shang's throat was choked with pain, he held Qingqiu Jue's hand tightly, and touched Hands full of scars and dust.

Resentment and unwillingness flashed across his eyes, and in the end he could only hold Qingqiu Jue's hand tightly, the situation was urgent and no mistakes could be tolerated, Xing Shang walked to the wall covered with shackles, took off the fifth shackle, He took out an identical one from his bosom, and there was a slight sound of friction, and in an inconspicuous corner, a half-meter-wide cellar was slowly opened.

Qingqiu Jue raised his head, his eyes were serious, suddenly his body became short, and he knelt down heavily, the young man was not very old, his back was straight even when kneeling, Xing Shang looked at the young man in front of him, and accepted the kneeling with red eyes.

Qingqiu Jue kowtowed three times firmly, and blood flowed down the clear outline. He looked directly into Xing Shang's eyes: "Uncle Xing, today's favor will be repaid in the future, and the Qingqiu clan will not be destroyed just like this. , one day Huaijin will behead the heavy killing item, and pay homage to our clan, young and old, with blood!"

Xing Shanghong agreed with his eyes and watched him enter the cellar.

The prison clothes couldn't hide the young man's demeanor, even in the most embarrassing moment, he didn't bend his back.

Qingqiu has a family motto that he only bows down for those who are dear to him.

Xing Shang seemed to have seen the former Qingqiu Jue, dressed in a strong outfit that fluttered against the wind, wearing cloud-patterned riding boots, rode his horse and brought his family members to say hello, at that time he dismounted neatly to salute, only smiled and said:

"Little nephew Huaijin and the juniors of the family send their greetings, how is Uncle Xing?"