Chapter three hundred and eighty seventh those years
"Let's go!" Wei Ziyun took Su Yang away without hesitation. Su Yang waved to Lu Xiaofeng when he passed by, and Lu Xiaofeng followed him understandingly.
The emperor has not been in court for ten years. It is rumored that he lives in Xiyuan to cultivate immortality. Few people have ever seen the emperor. Even the memorials of cabinet ministers are forwarded through the eunuch who is responsible for the ceremony.
Therefore, many people think that the current emperor is not a good emperor, but there are many mistakes in this world, and if you don't do them, you will not make mistakes. Therefore, although this emperor is not a good emperor, at least he is not a fatuous tyrant.
In the minds of the common people, this emperor was actually a strange lazy emperor.
Why doesn't an emperor go to court for ten years? Why doesn't he meet his subjects?
Because the emperor was ill and heartbroken.
But there is one thing that no one can deny. At least when the emperor was in power, the world was still very peaceful, and the people at least had enough to eat. There was a war in Liaodong, but the war was not in the country. With the increase in military pay,
After successfully arriving, the imperial army began to counterattack, showing signs of a great victory. Those people from the island country to the east all claimed that the demons had turned around and were possessed by gods, but when they actually encountered the imperial army, they were vulnerable to a single blow.
This is this strange world. The emperor does not go to court, but comes to go to court from all over the world. Peace is achieved through singing and dancing, but there are constant disputes in the martial arts world.
But in Su Yang's eyes, if the person in Xiyuan is really him, he is not an emperor, but a man who gives him courage and a ray of sunshine.
It's a friend.
This alone is enough.
Wei Ziyun's steps were very fast, as if he was flying as he walked, running from the palace in the imperial city towards the direction of Xiyuan. He felt as if he was walking on flat ground.
Even Lu Xiaofeng had to admit that if this top master in the palace really risked his life, few people in the world could stop him. With such a person, it's no wonder that the emperor didn't worry about anything. With four great guards around, the palace
It is absolutely safe in most cases.
But Su Yang could tell that Wei Ziyun was worried and anxious, otherwise he wouldn't be walking so fast.
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The young emperor sat on his throne and did not sleep well that night.
The palace was majestic, like a beast in the darkness. Ever since he entered this huge prison twenty years ago, he had not slept peacefully for many nights.
Sitting in the Forbidden City, the emperor often thought of the days before he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he still had a family, including his father, mother, an older brother, and several younger sisters.
The life of the vassal king was not as glamorous as it seemed on the surface. He could still remember the people in his family who were wearing flying fish uniforms and those minor officials who were only seventh or eighth grade. Even his father had to treat them with courtesy when he saw them.
In the corners of the palace, unabashed surveillance eyes would often be cast.
But he is not afraid.
This is not because he is a bold child. In fact, when he was very young, like almost all children, he was afraid of the dark, afraid of pain, afraid of his father’s serious face, afraid of the teacher’s ruler, and afraid of acting coquettishly in his mother’s arms.
I like sweets and all kinds of strange gadgets.
He was just a child at that time, and the reason why there was no shadow in his childhood was because his father was a man with no ambitions. He loved his children far more than he longed for the throne in the distant capital, and he
His mother was also wise and gentle enough. What they passed on to him was the sunny and warm side. They hoped that he could finish his life happily.
His elder brother is a loyal and honest man. There are no fights or conspiracies about the throne of the prince in his family like in the novel. His little sisters are innocent and lively. They are the apple of everyone's eye in the family.
Growing up in this environment, he had no shadow of his childhood.
He was even interested in those people wearing Feiyu suits, the knives on their waists, and the magical moves they could perform.
So he learned martial arts from those people, and Wei Ziyun was actually his first teacher.
This young master's talent in martial arts far exceeded everyone's imagination. In just a few years, Wei Ziyun could no longer do anything for him.
Then he began to wander around to see the world created by his ancestors. His footprints traveled to every inch of the country, and he met countless strangers. The sword in his hand became sharper day by day.
His legend began to spread in the world.
So he began to face challenges. No one could tolerate a teenage child overshadowing him.
The first time he committed a murder, he was only twelve years old. The opponent was a powerful hero named Heshuo. The hero led eighteen disciples and surrounded him on the official road.
It seemed that the hero was in a bad mood, because when he passed by Heshuo, he did not come to see Shan off.
So he fired nineteen swords.
Since then, his sword has never stopped for a day. Jianghu is a place where swords speak. Whoever's sword is faster, whoever's sword is more ruthless will have a louder voice.
His voice became more and more loud, almost resounding throughout the world, until it was deafening.
As time passed, until one day, he was sitting on the cliff of Huashan Mountain and suddenly discovered that the sword on his waist had not been unsheathed for a year.
Looking at the sea of clouds in the distance, he felt homesick.
Home is the starting point for everyone and the destination of the soul.
When he stepped into the house again, what awaited him was bad news one after another.
His brother, his sister, and his mother left him one after another, and his father also grew old.
No matter how strong your martial arts is, you can't undo this.
Beside his mother's grave, he looked up at the sky and thought about whether people could live forever.
He thought about it for three days and three nights, and finally understood that all people will die, and even the Buddha will one day pass away.
So what he can do is cherish the people around him while he is alive, instead of missing and regretting after death.
Fortunately, although his family was in ruins, he still had a father and a younger sister. From that day on, there was one less young swordsman in the world.
The young master from the feudal prince's palace is back again. In the eyes of the palace's servants, this young master seems to be somewhat different.
With his return, there was life in the palace again, and the smile gradually returned to the old prince's face.
Except for occasionally practicing martial arts with Master Wei Ziyun in the backyard, the young prince never went anywhere and stayed with the old prince in the palace.
The peaceful life was broken by a bright edict.
This time, he had to leave his home, and his goal was the majestic imperial city.
The day after he left home, his father passed away before he could enjoy this honor.
From then on, he sat on the high throne, with his sword in his right hand and the square jade seal in his left hand. There was nothing in the world that he couldn't do.
Except for one thing, no matter how high he sits, he can only call someone he has never met before as 'father', while his real father and mother can only be called 'uncle'.
He sat on the throne, but lost his home.
For the first time, he felt a trace of hatred towards this imperial city and this throne, but the blood flowing in his body prevented him from leaving it all behind. From the first day he was born, this was his fate.
He was very conflicted, he began to escape, and he did not even go to court.
Just then, he discovered a secret.
His ancestors once founded an organization. A hundred years ago, this organization was not very powerful. It was just a tool for kings and grandsons to vent their excess energy and compete. However, after a hundred years, this organization has developed into a deformed monster.
The green dragon is getting longer, but it has already threatened the yellow dragon.
He divided his inner self into two people.
One person, continuing the bloodline of his ancestors, holds the square jade seal, guarding this land; the other person, with the desire for freedom, the vague hatred and helplessness, holds the long sword, wandering
Jianghu walks on the road of destiny in another way that he can accept.
He is an emperor and a prodigal son.
The two identities seem to have nothing to do with each other, except for one thing: they both have no home.
He longed to have a family, and he once almost fell in love with someone.
Although he knew that he was a person he shouldn't love, but for children without a home, family is such an attractive word.
Soon, another legend appeared in the world, an immortal legend and an immortal sword.
There was also a rumor in the palace that the emperor was cultivating immortality and seeking immortality.
When these two people merge into one, they become the Sword of Eternal Life.
In the white jade capital in the sky, there are twelve cities on the fifth floor. Immortals are caressing my head, knotting my hair and granting me eternal life.
The imperial city is lonely and cold, the immortals are ruthless, and the price of eternal life is eternal loneliness.
He alone bears the price of immortality, and only he knows these secrets.
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