Flower wine

Boundless, except for the snoring of the soldiers, the occasional sound of gunfire, and the sound of running water, it is as quiet as a peerless independence.

Zhao Yuqiu suddenly lost his strength and sat down heavily on the bank of the stream.After concentrating extremely, a surge of exhaustion took over his body and mind, and he suddenly smelled a strong smell of blood.

After searching for a long time, he even raised the hoof of the bloody BMW and smelled it. The "God of War" was very dissatisfied, and he pouted his tail and let out a resounding fart unceremoniously.

Zhao Yuxiu was speechless, stunned for a while, and then laughed to himself.He took off his thick armor and unbuttoned his martial robe, the blood rushing towards his face immediately made people sick.

His underwear was soaked in blood, and he couldn't tell whether it was someone else's blood or his own.

On the battlefield where the blade is unblinking, the sword is swung, the hope is, the hope is, and the way out is the way out.

Cangyi Mountains and Rivers, a good boy, will finally achieve his ideals.

Zhao Yuchi enjoys it and enjoys it.He lowered his head to wash his face in the creek, and wiped his hair twice by the way. This time, he wiped his hand with the muddy meat.

Under the bright moonlight, it was tragic and weird, and Zhao Yuqi continued to wash without changing his face. The weather was not too cold, so he simply took off his clothes and jumped into the stream to take a bath.

His gnarled muscles are smooth, his abdominal muscles are deep and distinct, his back is thick, and his body is not a defect, but a medal of iron and steel.

He was injured on the head, he felt it, the wound was not big, but it was deep, the blood stasis dissipated and flowed down the top of the head, gradually blurring his vision.

The moonlight began to dim, with a bloody veil.

He suddenly remembered one night, that night when the moonlight was like water and the water was like the sky. When he was ignorant, he led a team to wash a big family with blood. There were so many treasures in that family. , unseen.

That night, a group of guards in Jinyi appeared to be the god of death, and without hesitation, they bloodbathed the entire mansion.

It was not the Tartars who were killed, but the unarmed civilians.

The purpose is not to defend the country, but to plunder people's money.

How could he do it?He suddenly thought of the boy who was almost killed by him, with such broken eyes and such desperation, he was sealed in a living coffin, did anyone save him later?

He feels deep remorse and shame for all his past actions. Every time he bravely kills the enemy is a mission and a redemption.

Even if one day he died on the battlefield, he deserved what he deserved, and he got what he wanted.

Gusts of breeze blow by, can't blow away thoughts, can't blow away the past.

Blowing on people's faces, wanton and restrained.

Jiang Xi shouted to Hu Die and woke up in a daze.

It was an experience of resurrection from the dead, and it seemed that he had died in a desperate situation and did not want to wake up again. He twitched violently, burst into tears, and hugged his head in pain.

Fu Mo had already let go of his hand, looking at him with pity, unknowingly, tears kept overflowing from his eyes.

Fu Mo doesn't understand the relationship between them, but from their past, there is a fetter and selflessness that he has never experienced before. What is that?

It can make people live, and it can also make people die. Looking at the elder brother in front of him, life is better than death.

In the snow-capped mountains and windy nights, the sky and the earth are boundless, and the journey home is too long, so I will never forget it.

scattered

Black clouds rolled over, and the flowers and plants in Weiyang Palace withered, lifeless.

Chen Duzong was almost insane, he killed anyone he saw, and sucked his energy, and there was no one in Weiyang Palace except Du Dai who was with him.

"Du Banban, look at this Weiyang Palace, it is lifeless, and this big Chen Kingdom is also precarious." Chen Duzong raised his hand, looking at the dark sun through the gap between his fingers.

It was gray, and even the air was turbid, like fog and rain, as if living in floating dust.

Du Dai was expressionless, still behaved in a moderate manner, advanced and retreated gracefully, and handed a cup of tea to Chen Duzong.

Chen Duzong's hands were skinny, dark and rickety due to insanity and black energy entering his body, while Du Dai's hands were as thick as fat, and his fingers were like sliced ​​green onions. Compared with each other, it was like heaven and earth.

Chen Duzong stretched out his hand suddenly and grabbed Du Dai's wrist.

"Your Highness..." Du Dai hurriedly said, lowering his head.

Chen Duzong turned a deaf ear to it, he knew that Du Dai wanted him to let go of his hand, and he should let go of his hand, but this hand didn't obey, and he couldn't let go of it.

Seeing this, Du Dai became a little anxious: "Your Highness, this is against the rules."

"Rules?" Chen Duzong laughed out loud, even to the point of tears, he gently let go of Du Dai's hand, took the teacup, and drank it down in one gulp.

There was a "pop", the sound of the teacup falling to pieces.

"I don't care about the world, morality, common people, and human life. What rules do you have to tell me?" Chen Duzong laughed loudly, pointing to Du Dai: "Du Banban, you are so humorous."

Chen Duzong smiled, walked to a dead plum tree, and broke a dead branch: "The blossoms can be broken, and the branches must be broken. Don't wait for no flowers to break the branches."

"Du Banban, do you think this flower looks good?" Chen Duzong shook the dead branch in boredom.

Du Dai's head drooped even deeper, and he remained silent.

Chen Duzong sneered: "It's hard for you. If you say it's good-looking, it's a crime of deceiving the emperor; if you say it's not good-looking, you're afraid of angering me. It's really hard for Du Banban."

"How long has Du Ban been with me?"

Du Dai didn't expect Chen Duzong to ask this question, he was taken aback for a while, and thought for a while: "Your Majesty, my family has been with you for 30 years."

"30 years, that's when I was five years old, and you appeared in my life." Chen Duzong walked slowly towards Du Dai, just like when he was five years old, he walked towards the white porcelain Du Dai. Dai.

Chen Duzong's name is Huarao, a very delicate name, among the names of all the princes, it seems so feminine, even petty.

To outsiders, his mother, Concubine Yu, is a kind person who is as indifferent as a chrysanthemum and has nothing to do with the world. In fact, only Huarao knows about her hysteria, her stubbornness and darkness.

Hua Rao was brought up by Concubine Yu herself. Every year, every day, every second, he was shrouded in a huge dark shadow. If he didn't sleep for two hours a day, he would silently get up and recite the book. Yayu's head is hanging from the beam and his buttocks are pierced. In addition to endorsing books, Concubine Yu also let him practice martial arts, chess, painting and other skills.

Among the many princes, because he keeps a low profile, he is not very conspicuous, the greatest tenderness that his father treats him is to smile happily face to face.

With the passage of time, Hua Rao has become accustomed to the extremely depressive life of an ascetic monk. As he gradually became numb and strong, he gradually found that his imperial brothers either died or disappeared.

Without knowing why, he felt his mother's extremely perverted and distorted love.

When all the thorns and obstacles were cleared, one day, Hua Rao suddenly found that his father no longer smiled at him indifferently, but looked at him with eyes full of hope and admiration, and gently stroked his head with warm hands.

It was such a comfortable feeling.

Under his mother's gentle and gentle appearance, he gradually learned to pretend and calculate.

He began to obey the yin and the yin, showing his talent in a moderate manner, advancing and retreating in a moderate manner, wise and brave.

Different from Concubine Yu's love, Father's love is kind, warm and pure. He appreciates Hua Rao and trains him as his successor.

As everyone knows, under the beautiful skin, Hua Rao has already died in the desolation day and night in the two diametrically opposed loves of his parents.

In Huarao's long and painful repressed childhood, Du Dai is the only ray of light.

Since childhood, Du Dai has been gentle and elegant, like a warm spring breeze, and has never been surprised by favor or humiliation, and is decent.

Although she is only two years older than Hua Rao, she seems to have the maturity of an adult.

He is not like an ordinary companion. He was purged at a young age and was cynical, with no hostility or resentment on his body.

It seems that he was born to accept all changes and injustices. No matter what happens, he is always calm and cheerful, and his emotions are fixed, just like his long-lasting companionship.

Hua Rao never knew that someone could willingly sleep with him and do anything for him without complaining.

No matter when and where, as long as you reach out, there will be Hua Rao, and you can ask him to do anything, and he looks happy and happy when he does anything for himself.

Even if he became so violent and stupid in the future, Du Dai would still be the same as before, coming whenever he was called and never leaving.

Hua Rao regards him as his own heart, and every time he dreams back at midnight or when he comes out of the secret place of practicing kung fu and his mind is turned upside down, he will take a look at Du Dai. As long as he stands there, he is sure that he is still alive.

He sometimes wonders what he is living for?The nightmarish childhood shadow tore his mind like a maggot, for what?

To be emperor?It has already been used, and it is tasteless to eat, and it is a pity to discard it.

For the common people in the world?He claims he doesn't have that kind of heart and benevolence

For the beauties and descendants of the world?He is not lustful, and has inherited his mother's coldness. To him, beauty is like a mirror, flashy and unreal.

So what exactly does he love?

He only loves Du Dai, he wants to be with Du Dai forever, forever, never to be separated, what if we never see each other after reincarnation?

So he began to rebel against the scriptures and practice immortality, and he wanted to use his own strength to live forever with Du Dai.

The king of a country disregards the lives of the common people and the foundation of the ancestors, and only wants a companion. Hua Rao is puzzled and happy.

If there is only one direction in this world, it is the direction of the heart.

After adulthood, Hua Rao became Chen Duzong. He wanted wind and rain, but he was still a five-year-old Hua Rao in essence, depressed, fearful, and painful.

So he started retaliatory destruction and wanton wanton without order and restriction.

Rather than saying that what he retaliated against was the repression and pain in his childhood, it is better to say that what he retaliated against was his true and false intentions that were wandering around and at a loss.