Cannon fodder beauty master awakens

In the sixth year of Shengjia, outside the old Yandu city.

The drizzle in the air condenses into mist and floats in the air, like wrapping a person's mouth and nose with a thin paper.

The millions of heroes remained silent, hanging their weapons by their sides, and silenced the cries of the gold and iron horses.

A youth-like general rode out slowly from the crowd, his qi sinking in his dantian, and he shouted at the simple and heavy high wall: "People in the city, those who surrender will not be killed!"

His shout hit the city wall, and echoed in the vast sky and earth, but no one answered.

The young man frowned, and said another way: "The traitor Pei Xiangyun, now open the city gate and surrender, the Holy One is kind, remembering your teacher's meritorious service in protecting the country, I would like to spare your life!"

There was still no sound in the city.

The young man was about to order a hard attack, but was stopped by the people on the dragon chariot behind him.

The young man in the bright yellow dragon robe whispered: "It's okay, it's not too late, let him think about it carefully."

The general received the order, and slowly retreated into the crowd, looking at the silent capital together, waiting for the response from the person inside.

The originally bustling palace was silent at the moment, only the person sitting on the highest dragon chair was left.

"...I am in a good mood tonight. I will pardon the sinners of the world," said the human being on the dragon chair, "Do you have any opinions?"

Of course no one answered him.

The person who usually shouted "Long Live" disappeared, and his voice echoed in the hall, which seemed empty and lonely.

But the man smiled comfortably: "Look, finally no one disagrees with my opinion every day. It's so good and comfortable."

He put on a black robe and stood up slowly.A generation of tyrants stepped out of the gate of the palace on bloody stone steps, all the way to the bell tower.Behind him are black-clothed soldiers who died all over the place, all of them were raised by princes and nobles to kill him.

It's a pity that none of them succeeded, and they were all killed by him.

The rain in the late autumn fell on his cheeks, which was bitingly cold.

Pei Xiangyun covered his lips and coughed a few times, and finally climbed up the last few steps of the bell tower.

Looking down, you can see the whole swallow.

In the past few years of his reign, he has climbed the bell tower countless times during the day or at night, confirming countless times that he is standing on the highest peak of power, overlooking the insignificant beings, and experiencing the supreme power of control.

But he was never happy.

Pei Xiangyun supported the high platform with both hands, and when he heard the phrase "The descendant will not be killed", he immediately sneered.

The only person in this world who can control him is long dead.

Killed by his own hands.

That person is dead, who else has the right to manage himself?

No one in this world can control him anymore. He is the king of a country, a generation of emperors who will kill and kill tens of thousands of people, and a tyrant who will be recorded in history books.

Who can control him?

He is free.

Pei Xiangyun suddenly wanted to laugh, but he couldn't stop crying while smiling.

In a trance, he heard the man's gentle tone ringing in his ears again: "The last time I taught you the sentence 'establish a heart for the world, establish a life for the people, inherit the knowledge for the past, and create peace for the eternal', do you still remember it? What's the meaning?"

What does remember mean?

There is nothing to remember.

The teacher believed so much, but in the end he couldn't save his life.

Pei Xiangyun remembered that at that time, he was most willing to confront the teacher, forcing such a modest gentleman to roll up his sleeves and beat him with a willow stick.

He should hate the teacher.

Pei Xiangyun staggered a few steps and almost fell to the ground.

With trembling hands, he groped for the groove of the brick seam and found a wine jar.

The mud seal on the wine jar was removed by someone, and a new layer was put on it later.

Pei Xiangyun took off the short dagger from his waist, cut open the mud seal, and took a sip of wine from the jar.

The wine was pungent and pungent, and when it slid down his throat, it made the tip of his nose sour, and tears almost fell down again.

Pei Xiangyun wiped his eyes, sat against the wall, and suddenly laughed in a low voice, which was hoarse and unpleasant, as if he had scraped old bark with his hands.

When Jiang Yi was alive, what he hated the most were alcoholics.

Then he would come back drunk every day, deliberately swaying in front of the teacher a few times, making that person coldly look good.

He likes to see his teacher angry the most. It seems that as long as he can force that person to be angry with him, he can more clearly realize that he is being cared about, not just a wandering ghost.

Whatever the teacher dislikes, he will intensify what he does, as if this is the best revenge for that person.It wasn't until he was almost insane that he suddenly woke up. Looking back, he found that he had been walking alone for so long.

No one really cares about him anymore.

Pei Xiangyun was coughing and wheezing non-stop due to the alcohol, and the scene of that night appeared vaguely in front of his eyes.

The man was dressed in red and was firmly imprisoned between the table and his arms. The cups and plates were overturned, ink was splashed, and the black and rouge dripping black and red intersected, just like the mottled marks on the white skin.

He ruthlessly wedged himself into that soft spot, as if only in this way could he appear to be alive in the world.

In Jiang Yi's eyes, there was no pain and unwillingness to be humiliated, only boundless calmness and clarity, which made his movements stagnate for a moment, and what he got in return was an even more violent overturning.

Pei Xiangyun's eyes were burning red, and his heart was beating violently, as if he was about to jump out.

He didn't know whether he had more pleasure in revenge, or the ecstasy that Xiao's wish to come true, which he didn't want to admit, was more ecstatic, so he could only ravage/ravage that person again, and even used the most obscene words to insult him.

The so-called winner and loser, isn't it for this moment?

"What did you think when you killed my parents? Have you ever thought about today?" Pei Xiangyun squeezed his chin, forcing him to look up at himself, "What did you think when you picked me up? Want to control me and humiliate me?" , or how?"

Jiang Yi still couldn't answer.

This intense love/event almost cost him half his life, and he could only utter fragmented sentences between his lips and teeth.

"I... never wanted to hurt you."

He looked at the student who had changed his face, and said softly: "I never harmed your parents, I really... really want to treat you well, do you hate me so much?"

Pei Xiangyun only thought that he was as stubborn as usual and couldn't listen to other words. He only knew that he hated him.

He hated the teacher until he was imprisoned and humiliated, until he was forced to death.

He didn't go on the day of the burial.The funeral master specially selected a few auspicious days for him to choose, but he closed his eyes and made another date.

Avoid burial, avoid moving coffin, avoid encoffining.

Everything is wrong.

Later, when the Wusi people captured the last city of Dayan, the general who defended the city had less than ten subordinates and was besieged on the city wall.

That baby-faced general was once Jiang Yi's servant who grew up next to him. Seeing him, Pei Xiangyun thought of the dead man again, and his heart suddenly ached.

Li Youchuan saw him on the city wall, and shouted heartbreakingly: "Pei Xiangyun, you bastard, he treats you well, how can you be so cruel as to hurt him!"

Treat me well?

Pei Xiangyun sneered, and subconsciously wanted to refute, but when he opened his mouth, he found that he couldn't say a word.

"He picked you up from the wind and snow, taught you poetry and books, taught you etiquette, righteousness and shame, how do you repay him!"

Standing in the raging fire, Li Youchuan no longer looked at him gently with a smile, with ferocious eyes and eyes filled with hatred: "Open your dog eyes and see, Jiang Ziming has never betrayed you! Young master, you You saved a white-eyed wolf who ate people and didn't spit out bones, you are confused!"

Pei Xiangyun's nose suddenly turned sour, and his eyes were full of evil.

Don't you want him to be judged by an outsider?

He wanted Jiang Yi to say it himself.

But just as the thought arose, it suddenly stopped.

Jiang Yi is dead.

Pei Xiangyun froze in place until Li Youchuan was engulfed by the flames before he suddenly came back to his senses.

That night, he hurried back to the old capital, took a few people to dig three feet into the ground, and dug out the coffin of the old man.

But in the end, he still didn't dare to open the coffin lid.

Are you afraid?

Ridiculous, what is he afraid of a dead person?

Later, he raised troops to seize the emperor's brother's throne, put him under house arrest in the harem and tortured him to death. So far, there is no one in the whole world who can threaten him.

On the night of the emperor's brother's death, the palace was full of chills.He slowly put the bright yellow dragon robe on his body, sat upright in the center of the hall, watching civil and military officials prostrate at his feet, feeling unreal for no reason.

So Pei Xiangyun propped his cheeks, and said with a pleasant face: "I have passed my thirties, but the harem is still very empty. I don't know what opinions do you love?"

A civil servant kowtowed and said, "I think it is the best choice to choose beautiful women from the families of high-ranking officials and nobles to fill the harem."

Pei Xiangyun clapped his palms together: "Very good, then follow what Ai Qing said, I will first draw up a candidate for the position of emperor and empress."

He paused for a moment, glanced at the crowd who had their own ghosts, and said softly: "I would like to imitate Jiang Yi, the former prime minister, as the queen. Do you have any opinions?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.

An old minister knocked his head heavily on the ground: "Your Majesty, please think twice!"

Pei Xiangyun looked at him for a while, then said slowly: "It makes sense, drag it down and chop it up."

The old minister's shouts resounded throughout the hall, and the rest of the people fell silent, no one dared to say a word.

From then on, anyone who dared to question him was punished to death by him.In just a few years, I don't know how many heads of civil servants and generals have been chopped off.

In the end, no one really dared to refute him anymore.

But he obviously did not follow his temperament to increase taxes and heavy corvees, kill and plunder, but built water conservancy, perfected the law, removed all the acne left by the old swallow, and never treated the people harshly.When he dreamed back at midnight, he realized that he seemed to be doing something that the teacher hadn't finished.

Pei Xiangyun's fingertips brushed across the brick cracks of the high platform of the clock tower, and suddenly he laughed lowly: "Master, if you are still alive, I'm afraid you will die of anger."

"You will definitely not be as submissive as they are. Even if you die, you will correct my mistakes, beat and scold me frequently, and never be gentle with me. What I hate the most is you like this."

"But I... I'm such a bastard now, so heinous, how can you still sit still, why don't you take care of me?"

Even though he killed the dozens of dead men, he still suffered serious injuries.

Enduring the discomfort in his chest and abdomen, Pei Xiangyun raised his head and downed the rest of the wine.

The wine jar suddenly fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.He stood up staggeringly, propping up his arms and looking at the fire and wolf smoke in the distance, feeling unexpectedly calm in his heart.

It's almost over, but there is no regret in my heart.

Why are you alive?

Looking at his father's haggard face when he was young, he wanted to be with his family.Afterwards, he was driven out to sleep in the open in Longxi, circling among wild beasts, in order to live well.After being picked up by Jiang Yi, it's not that he didn't think about studying hard and becoming a convincing and admirable person like a master.

after that……

Later, he was blinded by the unnecessary hatred, and he could no longer control the tyranny that had taken shape in his heart since he was a child, and he was addicted to bloodthirsty, and he has reached the current state.

I'm afraid he was really crazy back then, and he was already wandering around this world doing evil like a ghost, and now it's time to atone for his sins.

Pei Xiangyun pulled out the long/spear that was carried behind his back, put the point of the spear against his throat, and closed his eyes slightly, but what he thought of was the appearance of the man when he left.

The man's brows and eyes were cold, his complexion was deathly white, and his voice was very soft.

He said, Yun'er, Master can only accompany you for so long, and you will be left alone in the future.

The burial day chosen blindly back then was indeed retribution.

It's just that the retribution is on oneself.

Otherwise, why do you think of the person you hate the most all these years, and why do you toss and turn and sleep so much, just to ask that person to fall into a dream?

Now people are dying like a lamp going out, and I am about to go, but I don't understand the "hatred" that I thought was very clear in the past ten years.

hate it?love?Or some other affection?

He doesn't know.

The only thing I know is that I seem to miss my teacher a little bit.

The sound of the clash of swords and swords getting closer and closer, Pei Xiangyun knew he had to leave.

The tip of the gun was pushed into his throat little by little, his mouth was bleeding, he opened his eyes suddenly, and looked at the sea of ​​flames under the clock tower.

In the severe pain, the sea of ​​flames seemed to have changed, turning into a sea of ​​burning peach blossoms.

When Pei Xiangyun was 15 years old, he saw Peach Blossom for the first time.

April is the best season for peach blossoms in Xiangzhou.

At that time, he hadn't been informed of the cause of his parents' death. He only thought that after losing his relatives, he met the teacher who took him in. He really treated Jiang Yi as a benefactor.

The young man didn't know what it means to be in awe, so he started talking nonsense because there was no one around him: "If the student becomes the emperor, the world will be peaceful, there will be no more wars, no more separation of wives and children."

After hearing this, Jiang Yi scolded him with a straight face: "What kind of bastard words are you talking, be careful that people will cut their heads off."

"Tell me what's wrong?"

The young man was very stubborn, and instead of letting it go, he wanted to say: "When the time comes, I will become the emperor, Master, you will still be the prime minister, and you will assist me... No, when the time comes, you will be the emperor's teacher, one person will be under one person and over ten thousand people! Student I will definitely not treat Master badly, and let Master live a good life."

The young man's bold words and lofty ambitions have finally disappeared with the wind, and now they flash like a revolving lantern before he dies, which makes people laugh and cry.

But the last picture that was frozen in front of Pei Xiangyun's eyes was the smile on the man's lips.

"Master, you won't suddenly abandon me one day, will you?"

"Don't be afraid, I will always be with you."

With the turmoil of wind and rain, the country changed hands, he fell from the high platform of the bell tower into the sea of ​​flames, the tyranny in his eyes was no longer there, and he even faintly expected a little more.

He went to see his old friend who owed a lot.

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