"Wu Ya, if you agree to my request, I will hand over my daughter to you."
"Your Majesty, please speak."
"You swear on your blood: No matter what happens in the future, you will rather hurt yourself than Qiluo."
"good."
Without any hesitation, Wu Yazi took out the dagger from his waist and cut his palm with the blade. He spread his hand in front of Emperor Zhuyao. What dripped on the ground was not blood, but a man's promise to another man -
—
Emperor Zhuyao nodded approvingly, took off Shang Fang's sword from his horse, and handed it to Wu Yazi. Wu Yazi stood up and took the sword with both hands——
"I officially hand over Qiluo to you today."
"yes!"
"Buhui is young, you have to lend a helping hand to Buhui. This Shangfang sword represents me. If you hold it, you can kill the faint king at the top and the treacherous minister at the bottom."
"Yes, Wu Yazi accepts the decree, long live the emperor!"
Emperor Zhuyao raised his riding whip, hugged Liusu tightly, and the two of them disappeared into the night.
Wu Yazi, holding Shang Fang's sword, knelt on one knee and watched them leave.
Qiluo was sitting outside the small hut, the morning sun was shining in the sky, and a faint golden light was shining on the earth.
A new day is coming.
Wu Yazi walked toward her with Shang Fang's sword on his waist. Qi Luo looked at this slender and cold figure. He was like a lurking beast, exuding a dangerous and frightening aura.
He was filled with unparalleled strength, and his face was still cool, but if you look closely, when he looked at this girl, his eyes were eager.
Waves of his burning heat were projected towards Qiluo, and he just stood there, standing in front of her...
His shadow enveloped her.
Qiluo discovered that without realizing it, her little brother already had the same aura as her father.
"What's wrong with your hand?"
She found that his palm was bleeding and there was a deep and long knife wound in his palm. He quickly tore off a corner of his cigarette shirt and bandaged it.
"It's a vow."
He bent down and kissed her eyes. As her tears fell, he kissed them away one by one.
Finally, his lips stopped at the spot where her tears were -
*
Three days later, Emperor Zhu Yao of the Ri Yao Dynasty issued an edict to abdicate, and Prince Zhu Buhui ascended the throne. The Ri Yao Dynasty entered the period of Emperor Zhu Heng, and Zhu Buhui became the youngest emperor to ascend the throne in the history of the Ri Yao Dynasty.
As for Emperor Zhuyao and Empress Qin, no one knows where they went.
The new emperor ascended the throne, granted amnesty to the whole world, and celebrated with great joy.
Fireworks bounced, exploded and bloomed all over the sky, like smoke, snow, fire, trees and silver flowers.
The Thirteenth Master Zhu Yetong climbed up to the Linglong Pagoda alone. The wind blew, and his ice-blue robe fluttered in the wind, making a hunting sound.
He looked into the distance, lonely and desolate.
The palace was very lively, but he felt lonely.
"They just left me like this. The most cherished people in my life, they all left me like this."
he murmured.
On the pagoda, the song "The Beauty of the Country" seemed to be heard again.
A man in a white robe plays the piano, and a woman in a light purple cigarette top sings:
The Tao cannot satisfy the extravagant love in the world of mortals, nor can it express the grievances and grievances in the world.
Generations are destined to share the same blood
Drinking the same water, the road is long and long
Of course red flowers go with green leaves, who will accompany them in this life?
The vagueness comes and goes again, and the scenes from the past reappear
Although the lotus roots are broken, the threads are still connected, I sigh that things in the world have changed a lot
Love the country more than beauty
Which hero would rather be alone
The good boy is full of courage, ambitious and heroic, and is famous all over the world.
Life is only a few autumns, don’t give up until you get drunk
To the east, my beauty, to the west, the Yellow River
Come on, have a drink. Don't stop until you get drunk.
Don't worry about worries and troubles
…
In an instant, the past events that had long passed came to mind one after another, and the chaotic lights and shadows scattered like colorful butterflies.
"Promise me that you will always be like this, okay?"
she asked.
"Okay!" He agreed readily.
"As a result, in the end, I was the only one left." Zhuye Hitomi looked sadly into the distance.
"You still have me." The prairie girl stood behind him and said softly, "I am your forever... friend.
Her heart ached a little, a little sour.
Zhu Yetong held her in his arms, tears fell quietly and fell into Nuo Min's hair.
"Nomin, I want to find them."
"Okay, I'll go with you."
*
Two years later.
Beyond the Great Wall, at the border.
A small teahouse opened not far from the inn.
Although this small teahouse is simple and small, it has a nice name, "Nian Yao".
"Madam boss, bring me a bowl of good tea." The customer at the table shouted.
"Coming..."
Then, a woman wearing plain coarse cloth and with two braids came out carrying a teapot, walked up to the guests who wanted tea, and filled it for them.
She glanced at the door with the corner of her eyes. The dirty little man was looking straight at the steamed buns and roast chicken on the guest table, swallowing his saliva.
She smiled and pretended not to notice.
Although this boy's clothes were dirty and torn, and his face was covered with soot, there was a hint of rebelliousness and stubbornness on his face. He had been here for many days, and she always felt that those eyes looked like the same person.
"I'm really starving to death!" He muttered. He hadn't eaten for two days and two nights, and now he was burning with hunger in his belly.
"No, I can't die. I haven't gone to the capital yet to play with the emperor." He hummed twice.
He always believed that he would not die easily, and that he would meet and have a fight with the emperor who was younger than him.