I rely on the subjugation system to help the villain change his life against the sky

Wu Ting galloped his horse, the valley was quiet, and the sound of horseshoes echoed endlessly.

Behind him, the guards who went to Beijing with him waved their whips and rode their horses in pursuit: "Your Highness, wait for us!"

This year, Wu Ting was 16 years old.

News of his father's death came from Beijing.

Before leaving, the queen mother told him: "When you see your father, don't cry. He died in a proper place now, and it is not a funeral."

This is the first time in Wu Ting's memory that he has left Qiu Li. He has no impression of the world outside Qiu Li. Except for the melon and fruit snacks sent by his uncle from the direction of the capital and the young people's favorite knives, guns, swords and crossbows, there is only Chinese New Year's Day every year. Only then did I receive a letter from the capital.

The letter has always only been a few short sentences, written to him by his father, thin paper, a few strokes, no emotion, as if sending a letter to his son is just a task that must be completed during the New Year, Father My love is always very stingy.

So much so that today when he went to Beijing to rush to his father's funeral, he felt an indescribable joy in his heart.

On the way, several people rested under a huge Tangli tree. White flowers bloomed on the twisting and twisting branches, revealing a few rays of misty sunlight. The petals fell slowly, and one of them happened to fall on Wu Ting's shoulder. Stared at it for a while.

Suddenly at this time——

The sound of horseshoes came from behind the mountain wall.

It's a team of men.

Soon, these people arrived in front of them. They were dressed in the clothes of the capital city. When they saw Wu Ting, they got off their horses and greeted them: "I am ordered by Emperor Cheng to come and pick up your highness back to the court!"

Emperor Cheng is Wu Ting's uncle and the next emperor of the Wu Dynasty.

Wu Ting's eyes were gloomy. It's not that the father doesn't have a son, but he didn't pass the throne to his son.

"Get up." Wu Ting said.

At this time, Liu Ya pierced through the valley, and the person kneeling in front of Wu Ting was pierced through the heart before he could stand up.

The next moment, everyone protected Wu Ting behind them.

But the air in the valley suddenly became agitated, the glaring sunlight pierced through the hot air, and there was a faint heat wave in the field of vision, and the scorching murderous aura came from all directions in an instant - this was the first time Wu Ting and Wu Ting felt the murderous aura.

"Your Majesty."

A lazy voice came from nowhere.

Except for Wu Ting, no one noticed the sound, but he looked around, but couldn't find where the sound came from, it was just a hallucination.

It was only then that everyone saw clearly that what was stuck in the chest of the man who fell down just now was a tree branch.

"Your Highness, shall I teach you how to kill?" Suddenly a voice said above his head.

Wu Ting looked up, and saw that no matter it was the guards he brought or the people who came to pick him up, they were all around him, everyone looked around vigilantly, no one had time to talk to him, what was the voice? Where did it come from? !

Wu Ting: "Who are you?!"

At this time, another person was pierced through the heart by a flying branch and fell down, blood splashing forward on the ground.

"Your Highness, look at how smoky the world is," the voice sounded like a storyteller, "When Mr. Zhao was around, he couldn't bear to see disasters. Now that he has been gone for nearly a thousand years, the world is still sinking into the sea of ​​suffering, and there is no way out." Door, how pathetic. Don't you want to be the one to end it all?"

"Who are you?!"

"I'm right in front of you, behind you, I'm this sweetgonia tree on top of your head, planted by Mr. Zhao himself in the past, look at me, growing on this lonely mountain, blooming year after year In the past year, I was always very lonely. Now that there is no Duke Zhao, do you want to become the second Duke Zhao?"

Every time Gan Tang said a word, someone fell into a pool of blood.

Everyone came to pick him up from the direction of the capital.

But in front of the giant tree, human power was too insignificant. No matter how they attacked the Tangli tree, the old tree remained unmoved. Instead, branches fell from the sky, directly piercing their throats!

"Stop!" Wu Ting shouted.

Gan Tang said: "Your Highness, I am helping you. They were sent by your uncle to kill you. If you go with them today, you will never reach the capital no matter what. They will kill you on the way."

"Fart!" Someone yelled, "Blood spout!"

"Your Highness, we are here to welcome His Royal Highness back to the palace at the order of Emperor Cheng. We have absolutely no bad intentions. The world can learn from us!"

Blood rained everywhere, and the person who spoke was also killed by the Tangli tree.

"Your Highness, shall I teach you how to kill?" Gan Tang said.

A sword fell from the sky and stuck on the ground in front of Wu Ting.

Tang Lishu said: "This sword is called Zhao Bo Sword. It was buried with Zhao Gong in the past. You pick it up and I will help you kill everyone you hate, okay?"

Wu Ting: "I don't hate anyone."

Tang Lishu said: "No, you hate it. You have grown up so big, but your father has never visited you in Qiuli. Does he always shirk and say that he is busy with state affairs? Do you receive a letter every year?" A letter from home? Is there only a few words in the letter? Poor little Highness, if I tell you that I have stayed here all these years and have never seen a letter from the capital, would you believe it?"

Yue Qi leaped onto the tree trunk and plunged his sword into the root of the tree, "Your Highness, don't trust him!"

Tang Lishu smiled arrogantly, "What? You are afraid that your Highness will know all this, aren't you?"

Wu Ting blocked Rong Lu who was about to go up, stepped forward and said to Gan Tang: "What do you mean?"

The blood splattered on Wu Ting's face, and saw the Tangli tree spreading branches from the sky, like human hands, gradually climbing up Wu Ting's chest and neck, and finally fell on the blood on the side of his face. At that moment, it was gently licking Lick the blood.

"Your Highness, your father never wanted to come to Qiu Li to see you, and he never wrote you a letter. Even if he died, he would not leave the throne to you. And your uncle, does he often send Someone gave you melons and fruit toys? But look, now he is afraid that you will go to Beijing to compete for the throne, so he actually sends someone to intercept and kill you halfway. Your Highness, I know you hate them in your heart. Just take a look at me, I can help you."

Wu Ting said: "I don't hate anyone!"

"Okay," Gan Tang lazily withdrew the branches and let go of Wu Ting, "Since that's the case, you and I will stay here today, if you come again in the future, Gan Tang is waiting for you at any time, and you take this Zhao Bo sword away Well, someday you'll pick it up."

When Wu Ting left under the Tangli tree with his guards, he found that all the people who claimed to be sent by Emperor Cheng died at the hands of Gan Tang.

Rong Lu said: "Your Highness, I don't think they are here to intercept and kill, maybe it's just provocation by the demon tree."

Wu Ting did not answer.

Sometimes it doesn't matter what the truth is, the key is what you choose to believe.

When they arrived in Shangjing, Wu Ting first entered the palace to meet Emperor Wu Cheng.

Hearing that all the people he sent died on the road, Emperor Wu Cheng didn't pursue responsibility, instead he led Wu Ting to check up and down: "Are you not injured?"

"Uncle, did Emperor Father ever leave a message for me?" Wu Ting asked.

Emperor Wu Cheng looked aside, "Good boy, it's hard for you to live in the borderlands of Qiuli for these years, and you can come and live in the palace with your mother in the future!"

Wu Ting grabbed his sleeve, "Uncle, why didn't you answer me? Did Emperor Father really not leave me a word? Didn't he mention me until his death?!"

Emperor Wu Cheng: "Yingzhi, your father has devoted all his life to state affairs, and the people of the world are counting on him. He has no time to take care of many things. As for you..."

"Am I not his son?!" Wu Ting asked, "If I am not his son, then whose funeral am I here today?!"

Emperor Wu Cheng was speechless.

After a long time, he finally said: "Yingzhi, as a king, you must not mislead everyone because of your small family."

Wu Ting was led to the mourning hall, a bottle of coffin was placed in the center, white curtains fluttered, and fireworks lingered on the roof. Wu Ting saw the person lying in the coffin. This was his father, who was dead. , Eyes closed very peacefully.

At this time, a little eunuch moved in a futon from the door and placed it under the coffin: "Your Highness, please."

Wu Ting didn't kneel, he asked: "Is there no place to kneel in the mourning hall?"

Since the beginning of the Wu Dynasty, after each emperor passed away, there would be a place to kneel under the coffin. Only princes were qualified to kneel in that position. This has been a rule of etiquette and has lasted for hundreds of years.

And when he came in from the outside just now, he didn't see the funeral place.

The little eunuch was dressed in mourning, and said: "Before the emperor passed away, he specially instructed that there will be no kneeling at the funeral."

"What does it mean that there is no funeral?" Wu Ting grabbed him and asked.

The little eunuch didn't dare to say more, he lowered his head and said nothing.

Wu Ting looked at the man lying in the coffin again, and he understood that his father didn't ignore him because of state affairs, but that he never recognized himself, and he didn't even have the qualifications to kneel down for his funeral .

He didn't want to stay here any longer.

There was only one thought left in his mind, he wanted to go back to Qiuli.

But he still stayed and saw his father's burial with his own eyes.

After that, the uncle held the enthronement ceremony. As the first prince, he was brought by his uncle. It was the first time for many ministers to see their little highness. The pair of uncles and nephews stood together, and they looked somewhat similar. .

Wu Ting lived in the capital for more than half a month, he really only wanted to go back to Qiuli, but his uncle kept persuading him to stay.

He could have turned a deaf ear and walked away, but he stayed.

In the past ten years, his uncle was the only person in the capital who would bring him melons, fruits, snacks, swords, swords and crossbows. To some extent, his uncle made up for Wu Ting's lack of the role of father in his life. Not to mention, but deep down in his heart, he yearns for fatherly love.

After leaving under the Tangli tree, Wu Ting always carried Zhao Bojian by his side, and would take it out to have a look if he had nothing to do.

This is indeed an ancient sword. It has been buried for many years, and its edge is still sharp. It is better than any sword he has ever seen. But why should such a good sword be given to him?How much truth did it say that day?

The old tree's words lingered in Wu Ting's heart for a long time, and at the same time, a seed of hatred was planted in a place he didn't realize.

That day, Wu Ting had just returned from sword practice, and saw a person sitting under a tree, drinking tea slowly. Hearing the sound of Wu Ting entering the door, he turned around and said, "Yingzhi, come, uncle has something to say to you." you say."

Wu Ting was sweating and didn't stand too close.

Emperor Wu Cheng put his arms around his back, "Yingzhi, do you want to live in the palace forever?"

Wu Ting was a little embarrassed and wanted to get away, but Wu Chengdi was too strong.

"I understand my uncle's kindness, but my mother is still in Qiuli, she is alone, I want to go back to accompany her."

Emperor Wu Cheng: "What if I bring her into the palace?"

Wu Ting paused, and a bad premonition arose deep in his heart, "In what capacity?"

"Queen Da Wu."

As if being hit by something suddenly, Wu Ting broke free and pushed Emperor Wu Cheng back, his strength was so great that even he was surprised: "Uncle, do you want to welcome your mother into the main hall?!"

Seeing Wu Ting's big reaction, Wu Chengdi hurriedly approached.

"Don't come over!" Wu Ting stretched out five fingers to block in front of him, "Don't come over!"

Emperor Wu Cheng: "Firefly..."

"My father was buried less than a month ago, and you are going to marry his queen?!"

Emperor Wu Cheng's tone slowed down: "Your mother was originally mine, and the first emperor took it away by force, and now..."

"Shut up!" Wu Ting yelled angrily, "So you sent someone to intercept me halfway?! You expected that I would become your stumbling block!"

"I didn't..."

He couldn't finish the rest of the sentence, because a sword pierced through his shoulder.