Chapter 395

The lights were flickering, Li Letian raised his head and found that Emperor Ming's face was unprecedentedly ugly. The sparkle in his eyes is like a flickering candle flame, which may be extinguished at any time.

"Father, the enemy is weak and I am strong, and the bandits are just a rabble, and they will inevitably be defeated in the end. ”

Li Letian said so, but he didn't know whether to comfort Emperor Ming or himself. Indeed, in every respect, the Imperial Court had an absolute advantage in this battle. No matter how you look at it, it was the imperial court that won in the end, not the bandits of the Righteous Sect.

But war is not a comparison of data on the table, doing addition, subtraction, multiplication and division can determine the final victory or defeat.

Even when he is superior in all aspects, Li Letian, like everyone, has a feeling of powerlessness. Today, the sky over Chang'an City is covered with clouds, and everyone sees that a heavy snow will sweep down the sky.

This is the general trend, which is both the trend of the general trend and the general trend has gone.

Emperor Ming got up, opened a dark room from the bookshelf, and took out a wooden box from it.

Li Letian's eyes followed the figure of Emperor Ming, and saw that Emperor Ming's movements were a little staggering, and he was really too old. Such a simple movement was already very difficult for him.

The wooden box opened, and inside was a sword.

The sword is three feet six inches and five minutes long, sharpened on eight sides, bronze gauntlets, and two words are tattooed on the back of the sword: mountain, river.

In the twenty-second year of Emperor Ming, he once mined Tianshan iron, cast 14 swords, 1 sword of the Son of Heaven, 12 swords of the princes, and 1 sword of Piff.

The Piff Sword fell into the hands of Cheng Dalei, and the princes' swords were awarded to the twelve princes, and the Sword of the Son of Heaven represented the highest power of the empire, and Emperor Ming was personally in charge.

This is the sword of mountains and rivers, and it is also the sword of the Son of Heaven.

Emperor Ming held the sword in both hands and handed it to Li Letian: "If Chang'an City is broken, you will take this sword and escape, leaving the green mountains behind, not afraid of no firewood." ”

Of course, Li Letian understands what this sword represents, and whoever holds this sword is equivalent to holding the world. Of course, he had looked forward to it, but now that he held the sword, he only felt a heavy pressure.

He knelt down in a panic, held his sword above his head, and said, "Erchen swears to defend Chang'an City to the death." ”

Emperor Ming sat on the dragon chair, and suddenly felt a little disheartened, no matter in which aspect, Li Letian was the most suitable person to take over the throne. But it's strange to say that among the many princes, his favorite is the unsuccessful sixth prince. From the very beginning, he intended to pass on the throne to him, but helplessly, the six princes were really a little unhappy.

Now that the wind and rain are shaking, and the number of martial arts is approaching, Emperor Ming can't help but think of him again, and mutters in his heart: The sixth child doesn't know what he is doing now.

......

Liangzhou City, the city lord's mansion.

On the soft couch, the two bodies were entwined, accompanied by bursts of delicate gasps.

After a long time, Ah Zhu sat up from the bed, and there were bruises on her shoulders and neck. She smiled back, looked at the man on the floor, and said, "Your Highness, I will serve you something to eat." ”

Li Xingya leaned on the pillow, squinting his eyes slightly, admiring Ah Zhu's beautiful back. In any case, Ah Zhu is a good woman. With a delicate face, watery skin, and a pair of toned long legs, he can not only dance on a silver platter, but also kick and break a man's jaw, and of course, can forcefully wrap around a man's waist in bed.

His hand ran down his forearm, climbed up to Azhu's shoulder, and said, "I'm not hungry, but I'm not full yet." ”

Ah Zhu chuckled, resting his head on Li Xingzai's chest, and his fingers slid down his lower abdomen.

Nowadays, many princes will raise some singers in the palace. Most of them are orphans, receive professional instruction, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs, and are good at how to please a man, and they are also good at spying on intelligence and killing.

Li Xingya pursed the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly, his hand climbed up along Ah Zhu's waist, and then pressed her heavily on the bed.

"Your Highness, you lighten up, I'm afraid of pain. ”

"Don't worry, I've always been gentle. ”

Li Xingya leaned into her ear, said in a low voice, and then climbed up her slender neck with his hand, and then pinched it heavily.

Ah Zhu's eyes widened suddenly, and her limbs struggled like snakes, trying with all her might to grab something.

But she couldn't grasp anything after all, and after a while, her body lost all strength. The limbs are spread out, the eyes are protruding, and the eyeballs are bloodshot.

Li Xingya sat on the bed and gasped, pulled a thin blanket and covered his body. Entering winter, the weather is already a little cooler.

At this moment the door was pushed open, and Foldler stepped in, holding a man's head in his left hand and the dagger in his right hand still dripping blood.

"You've solved it over there?" said Li Xingya.

Faudler nodded, tossed the head, and rolled to the edge of the bed, bounced off again. The face of the human head was facing upwards, and he looked at Li Xingya with wide eyes, it was another singer of the City Lord's Mansion, Atsui.

Fudeler glanced around the room, pouted, and said, "Isn't it a bit unauthentic to sleep with someone and then kill someone." ”

"Huh. Li Xingzai sneered: "You are a Rong clan, do you still want to talk to me about benevolence, righteousness, etiquette, wisdom and faith." ”

Fudler was stunned for a moment, as if he was pondering Li Xingya's words. Then he nodded, walked to the side of the bed, pressed Azhu's head with one hand, and pressed the knife on the other party's neck with the other, and exerted force violently, blood spurted out of the cavity and spilled everywhere.

"Hey, hey, it's all sprayed on me. Li Xingzai jumped up and shouted: "You can't say it in advance." ”

At this time, the night was already relatively deep, and Song Bokang had already fallen asleep. At this moment, black smoke suddenly rose from the City Lord's Mansion, and the smoke was mixed with fire, and the flames soared into the sky.

"Walk the water, walk the water. ”

Outside, there was the sound of gongs and drums, and there were bursts of shouting. Song Bokang, who was asleep, was awakened, rubbed his eyes and walked out of the door.

"Where's the fire?"

"It is the courtyard where His Highness lives, and now he is organizing people to put out the fire. "The servant who is waiting.

"What!"

Song Bokang was startled, and his sleepiness was gone. Now the six princes are still very important to him, like a precious asset in hand.

Any loss of this "asset" is unbearable.

He ran out of the house in a panic, only had time to put on a robe, and reached the fire site as fast as he could.

The black smoke swept into the sky, rushing straight to the stars, and when you got closer, you could smell a pungent smell. Fortunately, the trees around the yard were cleared and the fire showed no tendency to spread.

But even if the entire City Lord's Mansion was burned down, Song Bokang would not allow the six princes to make any mistakes.

"Where is Your Highness, where is Your Highness?" Song Bokang shouted: "Is Your Highness still on fire, you must rescue Your Highness." ”

"Hey, Lord Song......" Li Xingya snorted and walked over from the side: "I don't have anything to do, haha, I didn't expect it." ”

(End of chapter)