MTL - The Marquis Is Innocent-Chapter 162

It was a moonlit night, and the sea was calm. The battle boat left the island that night. Under the guidance of an experienced guide, dozens of sailors rowed the oars and drove the boat toward the land at a constant speed.

The islanders who boarded the ship with them have settled down. With awe, they carefully looked at the back of the young man's heroic figure in the distance. The woman also coaxed the child, trying not to make any noise.

However, on the faces that had become charred and haggard due to difficulties and difficulties, there was a look of hope that had not been seen in a long time.

From yesterday to this moment, in just one day and night, their fate has experienced ups and downs that they have never experienced in their entire lives. They know that the man who brought them back to their hometown will be the new king of the world.

These people have been living on the isolated island for several years, and have never heard the name of Yanhou Wei Shao before. And the young new monarch who stopped the steps of the encirclement will surely bring them the long-awaited stable life.

How could they not be rejoiced and encouraged by this?

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It's all right. Wei Shao told Lei Yan and the others to leave, and returned to the cabin himself.

He stood in front of the porthole, looking up at the starry sky, and was fascinated for a long time.

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Yongdu was finally broken, and the emperor fled into Shu, but how could he stop Wei Shao's army, who was bound to clear obstacles and rule the world?

The last city was finally called to break him.

When his soldiers occupied the city head and cheered loudly to celebrate the victory, he was told that the emperor committed suicide in the palace.

The corpses were littered all over the place, the stench of blood floated in the air, the house was burning with lingering flames, thick smoke billowed, and the ears were filled with the suppressed fear and crying of the captive townspeople.

He had long been accustomed to all of this, and surrounded by heavily armored soldiers, he entered the palace that smelled of blood.

In the pool of blood on the ground, there were several dead women in colorful clothes lying down. On the couch, there were a pair of men and women who had been exhausted.

The trembling old **** knelt in a pool of blood and said in a trembling voice that this pair of men and women were the Empress Liu Yan and his Empress Qiao Shi.

After Liu Yan ordered his trusted eunuchs to kill all the concubines, he killed the queen with his own hands, and then committed suicide by taking poison.

Liu Yan's eyes were tightly closed, his face was a dead blue-white color, and the muscles on his face were slightly twisted.

He stared at the dead Liu Yan for a moment, then swept to the woman lying on his back beside him.

The sister of his deceased wife.

It also came from the Qiao family he hated.

The palace dress on her body is neat, and there is a wound on the left chest that was broken by a sharp blade. The blood is dripping and solidified into a purple-black color.

It can be seen that the sword she received in her heart before she died was extremely precise, and it came out with force.

But compared to her husband's distorted look that was almost painful, the expression of this dead woman Qiao was unusually calm.

She just closed her eyes and lowered her eyelashes, as if she had fallen asleep.

Even after she died for a while, her body was already cold and stiff, but she still looked amazingly beautiful. Added a bit of sadness.

Enough to touch the hearts of the most hard-hearted people in the world.

But his gaze stopped for a while on her beautiful face, which was somewhat similar to his wife, Da Qiao, and then retracted.

His expression was full of indifference, without the slightest sympathy.

Under the suppressed fearful gaze of the old **** behind him, he turned and left the palace.

He is only thirty years old, and he has already ruled the world, and today he has cleared the last obstacle on the road to the great cause of Qianqiu.

At this point, all his enemies have been eliminated, and the people he wants to kill have all died under his hands, no one in this world can compete with him, and every inch of the king's land in this beautiful country is for him. Palm has.

He should have been excited at this moment, and the cries of his soldiers celebrating the victory a moment ago seemed to still fill his ears, but for some reason, he could not feel the slightest excitement.

Perhaps it was such a broken city and victory. He had experienced too much before, and now he is numb, and it is only one of his goals to clear the empress who has been stubbornly resisting for several years. Now that the goal has finally been achieved, he seems to feel a little dazed, even lonely.

A feeling of loneliness of reaching the top alone and looking around.

He strode down the streets of the city where the smoke was billowing, indifferently allowing his soldiers to vent their emotions after the city was broken by murder, arson and even rape. He didn't seem to hear the painful cries, groans, and groans of the city people, because the people in this city had helped the emperor resist his arrival, so this was the punishment they deserved, until the next day, when they heard the news in a hurry. After arriving, his prime minister Gongsun Yang came to dissuade him, and he finally ordered to stop the massacre of the city.

From the first day after he ascended the throne, Dayan has not stopped fighting. After he returned to Luoyang, he appointed able ministers, opened up tax sources, filled the national treasury, used it to fill the military salaries, and supported him in fighting against the Huns. A few years later, the Dayan Iron Cavalry finally occupied the Xiongnu's royal court Longcheng, and the Huns living here It rushed to the north far away and completely disappeared in the area of ​​Longcheng. In his harem, beauties also entered one by one, but no one was able to win him a long-term love. Even if he favored him for a while on the dragon bed, he would soon be neglected by him. As for Su, who was made queen by him Female, in the past few years, he has not summoned her for a long time. He just looked coldly, watching her and the women in the harem vying for favor with each other, feeling doubly bored and despised. It has disappeared, but occasionally, when the night is quiet, he climbs the high-rise building of the deep palace alone, and when he recalls his grandmother who passed away many years ago, his cold and hard heart seems to have become a stone, and he will slowly reopen. Soft and down.

It was only at that moment that he felt a momentary loneliness, a loneliness that had nowhere to hide.

He also knew that if his grandmother was still alive, he would definitely not want to see him become what he is today.

But he has long been unable to control himself, his grandmother has gone, his mother only needs to be respected and supported, the women in the harem can't stop him, and there is no one in this world who can soften him from the age of twelve. With the heart that had planted the seeds of hatred, he needed a steady stream of excitement and pleasure of conquest. In the second year after pacifying the Xiongnu, he ignored the opposition of Gongsun Yang and courtiers and continued to launch the war to conquer the Western Regions. After several years of battles, he finally achieved his wish, and included a large area of ​​the Western Regions that he had surrendered to him and incorporated it into Dayan's territory.

In less than ten years, he achieved a great feat that no monarch before him could do, and made the Dayan Empire show its might to the world. On the case, before I could read it, in this year, the Yellow River broke from Huaxian River, flooded northeastern Henan and southwestern Shandong, merged into Sishui, and finally seized Si and entered Huaihe, and countless fertile farms and houses were flooded by torrential floods. Ruined, people and animals killed and injured, countless.

Since the founding of Dayan, the people who had been suffering from heavy rationing and servitude were finally unbearable to be squeezed. Violence and chaos broke out in various places. He was forced to suppress it, and finally put down the violence and chaos. At this time, the bad news came again. Gongsun Yang died of illness in a foreign country in order to control the water and soothe the people. Before his death, he wrote a letter of advice to him, saying that because of the years of use of troops, the treasury was empty, the people's resentment was boiling, and the country was plagued by disasters. The people are lenient.

Those old generals who followed him and conquered the world in the past have now fallen into pieces, or died in battle, or retired, or intimidated by his always arbitrary, no longer speaking.

There is only Gongsun Yang left by his side, and he is still not afraid of being angered by his experience of being demoted several times, and he still speaks bitterly.

Now, even the last Gongsun Yang has died of illness.

In his heart, a bleak feeling of complete loneliness suddenly developed.

He was finally touched, stopped court for three days, and finally wrote an edict of his own sin.

However, just when he decided to issue the decree for recuperation, and then, in the land of Baling, a rebellion broke out again. In just a few months, the number reached hundreds of thousands. It is said that the leader of the thief was the former The empress asked for comfort, forcibly blocking his green eyes from destroying the empress for nearly two years.

He was furious, and the evil beast in his heart escaped from the cage again. He did not listen to Wei Quan and others' persuasion, and decided to go on a personal expedition. Before the expedition, he sacrificed to the sky at Huanqiu and vowed to put an end to the chaos. After killing the green eyes, Will shepherd the people of the world, and no longer start wars lightly.

The wrath of the emperor, the blood drifts. With the thought of revenge, he led the army to the south and strangled the rebel army of Baling.

He was victorious and triumphant.

A few months later, the last battle with the refugee rebels took place in a remote wilderness called Wangxiang.

In the legend of the local Baling people, this is the place where the undead cut off all the fetters of the previous life after death and look back at their hometown for the last time.

The wilderness of Wangxiang has become a place for the Shura massacre. The chaotic army was smashed into pieces, his armor was stained with blood, his eyes were red, and he was sweating profusely. Every pore was screaming for dripping pleasure. In the end, he killed him. The rise of the man, he got rid of the guards of the guards, and when he rode the horse in front, a flowing arrow, like a silent poisonous snake, suddenly tore the air from nowhere, and shot towards him. .

When his blood-filled eyes saw it, the arrow had already rushed to his throat.

He didn't even have time to react. As soon as his throat was cold, he felt the cold hard metal penetrate his soft, unprotected flesh and stab it straight in.

His figure froze, and the blood that had just boiled to the extreme was also condensed in an instant.

After a while, he clearly felt the indescribable pain of the metal piercing his throat.

The wind is rising, the clouds are rolling, and the battle flag is hunting.

The sweaty horse beneath him that had accompanied him to the north and south for many years, seemed to sense an ominous aura, and suddenly neighed uncomfortably, throwing him off the horse in a frenzy.

He turned his back and fell to the ground, vaguely as if he saw countless people running in his direction, and his ears were filled with the panicked shouts of his personal guards.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty—"

Gradually, the swaying figures and various noisy voices gathered around him became blurred.

The last scene in his bloodshot eyes was a blue sky with white clouds above his head.

The sky is as blue as clear gems, and the clouds are as clean as white shells.

Very beautiful.

Why didn't he realize this before...

He struggled to exhale his last breath through the foreign body's trachea, he thought vaguely in his mind.

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"My lord! My lord—"

There seemed to be a sound in the ear.

Wei Shao shouted, covered his throat, sat up suddenly, opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was Gongsun Yang's stunned expression.

Wei Shao was dripping with sweat, as if he had just come out of the water, his heart was beating so violently that he almost jumped out of his throat.

Gongsun Yang was quite surprised, and hurriedly took a step back and said, "Just now, did I startle your lord? Your lord forgives me! The battle boat has docked, and the lord has not left the cabin for a long time, so I dared to board the ship and call my lord. Is it? Could it be a nightmare?"

Wei Shao slowly put down the hand covering his throat, looked around a little blankly, and found that he was still in the cabin last night.

The sky was already bright, as if it was noon the next day, the sun was shining brightly outside the porthole, and the sound of footsteps, both high and low, was heard from the deck...

Nanke a dream?

Fortunately, a dream!

He suddenly looked at Gongsun Yang, staring at him, motionless.

Wei Shao personally chased Liu Yan on the battle boat the day before, and Gongsun Yang waited at the port. Finally, when Zhanzhou returned to Hong Kong, he heard Lei Yan say that he seemed to be still asleep, thinking that he was too tired. Gongsun Yang felt a little abnormal and couldn't be relieved, so he boarded the ship and came over. Seeing him waking up with a strange expression, and suddenly looking at him with such a strange look, even though he had been with him for many years, he felt inexplicable at this moment.

The cold hairs on the back that were gradually being watched by the lord, he subconsciously touched his face, and laughed dryly: "Why does the lord look at me like this?"

Wei Shao jumped up from the bed, almost pounced on him, grabbed his shoulder tightly, and shook it vigorously.

"Sir, you're not dead! That's great!"

Junhou's hand was extremely strong, Gongsun Yang's two shoulders were grasped by him, his bones seemed to be split, and he was shaking his head and dizzy.

Wei Shao was startled to lose his composure. He quickly let go of his hand, rubbed it, cast an apologetic glance at Gongsun Yang, turned around, and quickly opened the porthole.

A gust of sea breeze with a salty smell rushed in.

Wei Shao closed his eyes, took a long breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned his head and said, "Liu Yan has been executed, I'll go to Dongjun to pick up the mother and daughter."

Gongsun Yang suppressed the surprise in his heart and hurriedly said: "My lord, please stay here for the time being, I have something to say. If today's unification trend is established, it has already taken shape. The people cannot be without a king, and the elders elected by various places have also arrived in Luoyang. Please The lord obeyed the mandate of heaven and ruled the world, hoping to benefit the people of Li. The people of Luoyang also cheered and cheered. The matter of the lord's enthronement should be put on the agenda."

Wei Shao nodded slightly: "I will send a letter to my grandmother, and leave the rest to my husband in advance. After I pick up the mother and daughter to Luoyang, I will discuss the details."