Hidden Blade Chapter 34: Chasing feathers

This winter is extremely cold.

This is true for both Da Zhou and Chen Guo.

Mengliang looked up at the snow falling from the night sky, thinking, if there was a piece of golden roasted sweet potato to eat in such a snowy night, it would be great.

A distance from the mountain is not comparable to Linglong Pavilion. Nearly ten thousand swordsmen follow the creed of taking swords as their friends and living on the swords, and lead a simple life like an ascetic monk.

In the words of his master, the swordsman from Lishan is the purest swordsman.

Of course, that master is no longer his master now.

He was sold to Jianzhong with a bargaining chip he didn't know.

But in Mengliang's heart, he still subconsciously regarded Lishan as his teacher.

On such a snowy night, he always remembered the days when he sneaked out of the mountain tops in the icy and snowy field, raised a bonfire in the snow, and roasted one or two sweet potatoes.

Then, the next moment he will think of the girl from Da Zhou.

Because he heard about Chen Xuanji, that girl seemed to like it very much.

Mengliang is very happy.

He thinks that this is a fate of thousands of miles.

Some things are destined.

Of course, at this time, outside the imperial palace of Jinling City, in front of the 100,000 tiger and wolf riders, thinking about this is indeed not a timely thing.

After all, those tigers and wolves ride with swords out of their sheaths at this moment, and the eyes of the wolf and horses are red when they sit down, and they are already murderous.

And Munch and Chen Xuanji beside him also looked solemnly at the towering palace gate not far away.

They are like arrows full of strings, and they will whizz away after only an order.

As for the so-called "Ling", it is the death knell of the emperor in the palace.

Yes, the old emperor Chen Tingzhu almost came to his end, the palace doctor told Munch bluntly that he could not survive tonight.

So people from all walks of life were fighting horses outside the palace of Jinling City, waiting for news of the emperor's death.

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They have been waiting for a long time.

Wait from Youshi to Choushi.

Mengliang yawned, feeling a little boring.

He doesn't care who is the emperor, he just trusts his father's judgment.

The father said that the other princes were all drinkers and that if they were in charge of Chen Guo, they would bring disasters, so he risked his death to Da Zhou and invited Chen Xuanji back.

So his master gave him indiscriminately to Jian Tomb, and he never really resented him. He always believed that they did what they did.

Meng Liang squinted at Chen Xuanji with a solemn expression, touched him with an elbow, and then leaned over and asked softly: "I heard that Ziyu went to Chang'an. Have you passed a letter with you recently? "

Obviously, Mr. Meng is more concerned about the girl in Da Zhou than the situation in front of him.

Chen Xuanji, with a solemn expression, was taken aback when he heard the words. He didn't seem to expect Meng Liang to ask such a question.

But after this slight hesitation, Chen Xuanji still said truthfully: "I wrote a letter a few days ago, saying that I had a good time in Chang'an. Brother Xu is so capable, it seems that he has gained a firm foothold in Chang'an. In the letter, Ziyu does not praise Brother Xu less."

"Xu Han?" Meng Liang frowned. He quickly recalled the boy with a white cloth tied to his right arm and a black cat always next to him. He asked cautiously: "Then Xu Han...what does it have to do with Ziyu?"

Mengliang worked hard to make his inquiry look calm enough and not to show any traces.

But this strange behavior can't hide from Chen Xuanji's eyes.

The genius swordsman dressed in white was taken aback for a moment, he finally saw some clues from Mengliang's rare shy expression. Displeasure filled his heart for the first time. I don’t know if it was due to some kind of thought. After a moment, he said, “I don’t know anymore, but Ziyu seems to like to stay with Brother Xu very much. Together..."

This has just been said, and Mengliang is not waiting for a response.

Clang!

At that time, a long bell suddenly sounded inside the high palace wall.

Clang!

Clang!

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The sound was heard one after another, nine times before it stopped. The voice was low and dull, long and stern, like a concubine.

In fact, this is true for the people of Chen Kingdom recently, their emperor is dead.

That is Chen Tingzhu's death knell.

It’s just that the few people outside the palace have no intention to sigh the end of the emperor. They gathered their soldiers and horses at that time, and from the palace gates, they poured into the palace like a tide. .

At this time, almost all the elite troops of Chen Guo gathered in Jinling City.

The killing kicked off in the darkness, and Jinling City was destined to be shrouded in blood this night.

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Our people know very well that from the moment they entered Jinling City, everything today is doomed to life and death, and there is no way to retreat.

There are no so-called allies, all enemies are everywhere.

Before all the enemies fall, the only thing you can do is keep waving the knives and swords in your hands.

It's not that Mengliang didn't kill anyone.

It's just that Mengliang felt a little nauseous when the thick corpses were crowded in front of the gate of Changle Palace.

The tiger and leopard ride is really too strong. As a special species of Chen Guo, the wolf horse has the fangs like a wolf, and he has a strong body like a war horse. There are even a few thin monster races in his blood. Pedigree.

The men and horses brought by several princes were crushed by tiger and wolf riders, and they were washed away like a ruin, and only the group of black armored men brought by the seven princes had such a small number. The strength of the battle, but after all, because the number was too small to match this sophisticated cavalry, he was defeated.

The covered beam covered in blood, a little numb, watched his father cut off the head of the seventh prince. When the hot blood splashed on his face, he came back to his senses. The smell of blood in the air irritated the tip of his nose, and he frowned, looking at the corpses all over the floor. Such scenes can be seen everywhere in the Royal Palace of Notre Dame.

How many soldiers died in Changle Palace today?

One hundred thousand? Two hundred thousand? Mengliang's numbers are not true, but he can be sure that this is destined to be a disaster for the already weak Chen Guo. Having lost too many soldiers, he was destined to be unable to contend with the eye-catching Xia Tuiguo. It was precisely because of this in mind that Meng Liang had doubts about some of his father's remarks in the depths of his heart for the first time.

"Go, get your edict." After throwing the head of the seventh prince aside like a ball, Munch, with some scars on his body, strode to Chen Xuanji's, and he was condescending. Looking at his nephew, said so.

Chen Xuanji, who was dressed in white with white hair and blood, shook off the blood from the sword at that time, and returned the sword to its sheath.

He glanced at his uncle in silence, then nodded, and stepped into the dark palace gate.

Thousands of corpses surround the palace wall, the palace gate that symbolizes the supreme power, at this moment, is like a palace of the **** of darkness, dead and cold.

Mengliang looked at the young man who stepped forward, and then at the man with gloomy eyebrows beside him. None of them seemed to feel any guilt or anxiety about the killing. In other words, they were prepared for this from the beginning, but Mengliang didn't, so for the first time in his life, he suddenly felt that everything in front of him was so strange.

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The boy in white clothes and white hair pushed open the gate of Changle Palace.

The **** and the court lady who served in the door had already turned pale from the fight outside. They knelt on the ground with a thump, bowed their heads to their ears, their bodies trembling, and even the courage to look up at the young boy did not rise.

The candlelight in the palace is bright, shining brightly on the golden palace walls and curtains.

The magnificence inside the house and the purgatory outside the house are like two worlds.

Chen Xuanji took a deep breath. He thought he could calmly face everything in front of him, but when he revisited his old place and returned to the gate of his mother's death, his heart still couldn't stop. The surging live.

Zhong Changhen once said that people should be like swords, straight as feet, and still as water.

But he doesn't seem to be able to do this. He doesn't like who he is now.

But he still tried his best to suppress the strangeness in his own heart, and walked past the shivering servants, and walked to the golden bed behind the curtain.

There was a corpse lying there, with an edict in front of the bed.

Chen Xuanji forced himself not to look at the person's appearance, and reached out and picked up the edict.

The content of the edict is about the succession to the throne.

But he is not important, because at this time there is still an edict in his arms, and his name is written on that edict. What he will do next is to tear up the original edict and call him With the share in his arms, he can then walk out of Changle Palace and enjoy the wonderful scene that is embraced by millions of people.

But I don't know what kind of psychology he was, he still opened the edict.

He wanted to see who was the emperor’s favorite son.

This was just curiosity, not out of any expectation he was willing to explain. Chen Xuanji told himself this, but his hand that opened the edict was shaking.

Then, when he read the name taboo written in the edict clearly, the tremor became more and more obvious, almost to the point where he could not contain it.

"Sure enough...you're back." And a weak voice suddenly sounded in the supposedly silent Changle Palace.

Chen Xuanji looked sideways as if getting an electric shock, but saw that the old man on the bedside was squinting hard and looking at him.

He can clearly feel that there is something trembling in the old man's eyes like his body.

"You are not dead..." Although Chen Xuanji wanted to make his appearance look calm enough, he finally could not contain the surging emotions in his heart at this moment. Therefore, his eyebrows trembled at this time, just like the old man's appearance.

"I know...the Meng family’s tiger-wolf rider is unmatched. It is you who can finally walk into this palace wall." The old man seemed to try his best to squeeze a smile on his face, but he has arrived after all. The oil was exhausted, so it was very difficult for him to do such a seemingly simple thing, and the so-called smile that appeared in the end lacked the most basic beauty and looked very pale.

"Why are you still alive?" Chen Xuanji didn't have the mind to respond to the old man's sigh. He stared at Chen Tingzhu, the emperor of Chen Kingdom, and his father, who hadn't been masked for many years, and his brows were unspeakable. The shock and complexity.

"Don't worry, I'm going to die soon." The old emperor smiled again, "I just want to take a look at how you have been and how you have grown over the years."

You Dao means people will die and their words are good. It is undeniable that the words of the old emperor touched the softness of Chen Xuanji's heart at that moment. But he didn't like such a thing, he remembered it so vividly that it was this old man who forced his mother to death in front of him back then. Therefore, Chen Xuanji forced himself to put away the softness that rose in that instant, and responded with a cold face: "Really? I thought that after you killed my mother, you had forgotten my son."

The old emperor naturally heard the grievances in Chen Xuanji's words.

He shook his head, but he didn't excuse any more.

"What happened back then...I am indeed ashamed of your mother and son..." He murmured like a sigh.

"Such repentance, doesn't the saint think it's too late?" Chen Xuanji merely glanced at the weak old man and responded coldly.

"Born in an emperor’s house, many things are involuntary. One day you will understand this truth." The dying emperor obviously has no energy to engage in this dispute with Chen Xuanji about the past. He finished. After this, I forced a sigh of relief~IndoMTL.com~ and said: "Come here, I have one last thing to tell you..."

"Take it as a father's advice..."

The candlelight in the Changle Palace was bright, but it could not dissipate the strong lifelessness on the old emperor's face at this moment.

Perhaps it was out of pity, or maybe it was some emotion that Chen Xuanji didn't want to admit.

After all, he couldn't be cruel and refused the old man's last request.

He bowed his body and turned his ears to the mouth of the old emperor.

This is not a very good posture. Chen Tingzhu had to lift up his body slightly with all his strength in order to put his dry lips to Chen Xuanji's ears.

He needs to make sure that his words can be clearly transmitted to Chen Xuanji's ears, but not heard by anyone.

Then, he finally mustered the last bit of strength and spoke softly.

"Be careful... Munch."

Chen Xuanji was shocked when he heard this, and was about to say something, but Chen Tingzhu's body was exhausted at that time for the last bit of life. He fell on the bed and closed his eyes forever.

Chen Xuanji looked at the old man in silence for a long time.

"Got it."

After a long while, he whispered softly, then he stretched out his hand to set the old man's body, and burned the edict to ashes, finally took out the things he had prepared in his arms, and walked out of Changle Palace.

At that time, he suddenly felt that this brightly lit palace seemed to be a bit colder than the purgatory that was full of corpses outside.

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So in early winter in October, the emperor Chen Tingzhu, who has ruled the country for more than 30 years, finished his life, and his posthumous title was chasing feathers

The prince Chen Xuanji, who has been around for more than ten years, ascended to the throne.

Pingxi King Munke has the merits of protecting the lord, and he was named the King of Qin, and he was given nine tins.

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