Queen, I am dressing for you

Chapter 38

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The screams of the court ladies interspersed with the silk and bamboo orchestra, and the noisy night was stained with blood by this mournful hiss.At the right time, the clouds covered the moon in the sky, and the heavy black curtain was pressed down, and this sleepless night began.

Inside the Jinluan Hall, the face of the dancing girl who was still smiling coyly changed, she stopped dancing, and looked back at the scene outside the hall uneasily. The musicians also gradually stopped their percussion instruments and looked solemnly at the night.

Boom, boom, boom, the ground was trembling, just like their heartbeats, beating more and more intensely.The sound of thousands of troops and horses came galloping immediately, and the sound of weapons clashing entered the ears.

Everyone's breathing stopped as the sound approached, and they seemed to feel what kind of disaster was coming, but they didn't move a bit from the beginning to the end, waiting for the imminent death with numb and pale faces, or is redemption.

The bustling hall was dead silent, so quiet that one could hear the sound of a heartbeat. Among the people present, there was only one person sitting on a high golden chair, and the two beauties in his arms were smiling and singing drunkenly. There was no expression in the red eyes, showing that his mind was blurred.

"Let's go, it's too late if you don't go." Xi Yazhu gently picked up the tea that was placed by his hand, picked up the tea cover, and stirred the tea leaves on it unhurriedly. When he said this, his expression was as usual, calm It seems that it is commonplace, without any waves.The tea was already completely cold, he took a sip, and the coldness reached the bottom of his heart.He is very clear about what will come—to punish the tyrant, destroy the Zhou dynasty, establish a new monarch, and change the dynasty.

He has never doubted that this day will appear, and it can even be said that he has been waiting for this day for a long time.Calmly glanced at the white-faced beauty in his father's arms, and sighed softly: "Let's go, life has been in a hurry for dozens of years, why bother to stay here, and in the future history books will definitely not leave you. first and last name."

Some people moved in the field, some timid eunuchs and maids had shrunk their heads and sneaked out, many people still didn't forget to take a few decorations before leaving, Xi Yazhu ignored it, drinking tea in silence all the time, Watch everyone get out of here.The father on the dragon chair had already drunk so much that he didn't know what day or night it would be. As soon as the beauty in his arms left, he lost his support, so he leaned on the dragon chair with his legs wide open and slept soundly. All the eunuchs left him and fled for their lives.

At the end, only one eunuch did not leave, he looked at Xi Yazhu fixedly, and asked anxiously: "His Royal Highness, why don't you leave, they are calling in!"

"Tell me, where can I go?" Xi Yazhu put down the empty teacup, stood up, and walked unhurriedly to the side of the piano placed aside, sat down with her robes up, straightened her back, plucked the strings with her fingers, and played a song The passionate war song was played with the sound of fighting outside, but his voice seemed very lonely amidst the galloping music, "If I am unlucky today, there will be a record in the history books. Beheaded by the sword. If I leave, there will be no land within ten thousand miles. Where can I escape? Here, maybe I can still survive."

The little eunuch's eyes turned red instantly, he threw himself to the ground and kowtowed a few times: "Prince, if you don't leave, I won't either!"

Zheng, the sound of the piano was messed up, Xi Yazhu played it wrongly for a while, and then returned to normal: "What are you doing here, look at my jokes."

"Young one... I always serve you, the prince. If you don't leave, the little one won't leave either. I'm a lowly bastard, but I can stay to block a sword for you!"

"No need," Xi Yazhu sighed, shaking her head lightly, "my life is not worth it."

"The little one has been in this palace for many years, but with a pair of eyes, you can still tell which is good and which is bad. You treat people well, prince, how can you bear to let you be buried under other people's hands?"

"I can't talk to you." Xi Yazhu gave up the entanglement, "If you want to stay, you can stay. What's your name?"

"The little one is called Xiao Changzi."

Little Changzi, "Xi Yazhu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and stopped playing the piano just in time, facing the person who rushed into the hall, and said calmly," the name is good, if there is an afterlife, I hope to meet you again by fate. "

bass.

The light of the silver sword captured Xi Yazhu's sight, and a tall figure of a person was imprinted in the black pupils.

That was the first time Xi Yazhu saw An Junchen.

At that time, a few words popped into Xi Yazhu's mind: "Wang Qi Tiancheng".He was dressed in pitch-black armor, covering An Junchen's strong body, and his head was covered with blood, which didn't make people feel sick, but had a kind of blood on the contrary.Just standing there, he looked down at the world as if standing on a high mountain, looking down at all living beings, making everyone kneel down.

Little Changzi was already drenched in cold sweat from the frightening aura, his body trembling, he knelt down with a bang, kowtowed for mercy.Even Emperor Zhou, who was sitting crookedly on the dragon chair, was so frightened by the terrifying murderous intent that he sobered up, stood up vigorously, and was frightened by the rows of sharp knives and guns that forced him in front of him. on the chair.

"Huang... Huanger, what's going on here!" Emperor Zhou yelled at Xi Yazhu with a pale face, pointing his fingers at his nose, "You... are you going to force the palace to rebel! Come on, come on Man!" The sad Emperor Zhou didn't know what was going on in the world when he was dying. He closed his eyes and listened, ignored the government, and didn't even know that the soldiers were coming to the city. He still thought that he was the emperor who covered the sky with one hand.

Such an incompetent emperor is doomed to his tragedy.

In front of An Junchen's sharp spear, Emperor Zhou was still forced to lower his proud head for half his life. The hatred in his lowered eyes seemed to swallow this son who "forced the palace to rebel". Bad's voice is hoarse and unpleasant, hissing and roaring like a blunt knife being sharpened on the strings.

Xi Yazhu looked down at the piano in his hand, flicked his fingers, and picked up a few notes, the voice was miserable, more like a funeral for his father.

"Are you the prince?"

A strong smell of blood came to the nostrils, Xi Yazhu raised his head from the strings, and met An Junchen's bright eyes.

Xi Yazhu didn't deny it, but nodded calmly.

Little Changzi trembled, fearing that An Junchen would be unfavorable to Xi Yazhu, he lay down on An Junchen's feet on his knees, kowtowed and begged An Junchen to spare Xi Yazhu's life.

An Junchen seemed very surprised, he didn't expect that people who were oppressed by the faint king would have compassion for the royal family.

Xi Yazhu helped little Changzi up: "Life is a matter of life and death," he looked at An Junchen indifferently, "You can spare his life, he is just an ordinary person."

An Junchen was stunned. It was the first time he heard Xi Yazhu's voice. He thought that the voice of such a woman-looking person should be as soft as fluttering catkins, but he didn't expect it to be as clear as water splashing bluestone, without losing the heroic spirit of a man. .

"Aren't you running?" An Junchen frowned slightly.

Xi Yazhu said indifferently: "The sky is big and the earth is big, could it be the king's land, where can I escape to. It's better to stay, maybe I can save my life."

"Save your life," An Junchen narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression darkened, "Do you want me to spare your life?"

Xi Yazhu said indifferently, "I'm still young, and I want to live a few more years."

"What if I don't want to?" An Junchen smiled teasingly, crossed his arms around his chest, and watched Xi Yazhu's reaction.Fang Fang came in with bloodthirsty agitation all over his body, and seeing Xi Yazhu's indifferent appearance aroused the beast-like destructive desire in his heart.

"If you don't want me to do anything, the power of life and death is in your hands." Unaffected by his killing intent, Xi Yazhu remained indifferent.

An Junchen couldn't laugh anymore, he looked at Xi Yazhu's face, it was as cold as ice, without any other expression, he suddenly had an urge to tear off this mask, to see the true nature under the mask: "You Father, don't you beg for mercy for him?"

"Forgive me, will you let him go?"

An Junchen was at a loss for words, so naturally he would not let Emperor Zhou go.

"Then why should I beg?" Xi Yazhu pulled little Changzi aside, and took a step forward, "My life is not guaranteed, so I don't have time to beg for others."

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