"Why do you all like to seek life and death with me?"
Liang Xiao was extremely depressed.
Because of the strange wandering soul in his body, he could still see the surrounding scene even though his eyes were bandaged. Liang He's blurry figure was kneeling on the ground, with a sword on his neck.
"The King Heng of Donghuang can only be from the lineage of my uncle! If my uncle perishes like this, we will also perish to death with you!"
Liang He's stern oath made Liang Xiao fall into silence for a long time.
Except for his lineage, the others in Prince Heng's Mansion are actually all side branches.
"Why bother with such foolish loyalty?" Liang Xiao finally sighed helplessly.
Only then did Liang He take back his sword, hold Liang Xiao's hand, put the seal of King Heng back into Liang Xiao's hand, and spoke sincerely.
"In life, there is no disaster but one death. In Prince Heng's Palace, there are only warriors who die standing up, and there are no cowards who live on their knees! I know that my uncle accepted his fate because he didn't want to hurt everyone. But everyone in Prince Heng's Palace will always remember the kindness of my uncle's family.
The battle of slaying the demon was all thanks to my uncle protecting us! I am willing to face the adversity with my uncle, and I only hope that my uncle can cheer up!"
"Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, don't give up! The 360 people who are still willing to stay in Prince Heng's Mansion have already considered all the consequences. How can my uncle chill everyone's hearts?"
Liang He stopped talking at the end, fearing that Liang Xiao would give up on himself again.
The royal palace, which is known as "the king of kings", now has only 360 people. Not to mention being on par with the aristocratic families, it is even inferior to some wealthy businessmen in the country!
Can this still be called Prince Heng’s Mansion?
Liang Xiao held the seal ribbon of King Heng tightly, took a long breath, and nodded slightly: "Did the Empress say anything?"
Liang He stopped talking, not knowing where to start.
Liang Xiao was thoughtful.
He probably guessed the answer.
For such a useless person like him, the empress has paid too much price, facing Xirong, asking for everything.
There are almost all voices of opposition from both the government and the opposition.
What's more, they started playing every day to request him to be sent to Xirong, and it was all done.
From general officers to soldiers and civilians, anyone who supports the "God of War" is regarded as a dissident and is suppressed.
At this moment, a young man strode into the courtyard with a troubled look on his face: "Your Majesty wants to see my great-uncle, and he said it in public. Even if he is pushing a wheelchair, he must push his great-uncle over. Dad..."
He is Liang He's son and Liang Ruoning's eldest brother, Liang Xincheng.
Liang He said seriously: "I'll go talk to your Majesty again!"
Liang Xiao grabbed Liang He's sleeve and said with a smile: "I'm going, I can't always let you beg her in a low voice."
Liang Ruoning mentioned to him several times that every time the empress summoned Liang Xiao, it seemed that it was because the ministers encouraged her to send Liang Xiao to Xirong, and then Liang He, the general of Prince Heng's palace, begged for mercy.
"But..." Liang He was about to speak, but was interrupted by Liang Xiao.
"I'll go."
Liang He's eyes lit up, he was not worried but happy, and subconsciously agreed.
For a moment just now, he realized that Liang Xiao had an unquestionable majesty.
Just like when the God of War appeared in the world, he defeated armies hundreds of miles away and killed great demons in anger!
In the palace hall, the empress Yun Shuangxue looked down at the officials in the audience with complicated emotions.
"I will have a good talk with Prince Heng. If he still gives up on himself as always..."
The Prime Minister came out from the audience and said loudly: "I hope your Majesty will stop covering up and wasting the country's financial resources for a useless person!"
Yun Shuangxue did not respond, and the worry in her eyes became more and more intense.
Can he really not give up on himself?
The closed door of Prince Heng's Mansion slowly opened, and there was a sea of people outside Prince Heng's Mansion.
Under the complicated gazes of everyone, Liang Ruoning pushed Liang Xiao's wheelchair and walked out.
There were boos and sighs all around.
A young man in brocade clothes smiled and said, "It's been a year. Prince Heng, you finally have the face to see us?"
Liang Ruoning glanced at the scholar coldly: "Don't blame me for not reminding you, it's best to be respectful when talking to my great-uncle!"
The young man in golden clothes shook his head helplessly: "I also want to respect Prince Heng, but those who despise themselves will be despised by others. Miss Ruoning, look at your great-uncle, is he still like a human being now?"
Everyone looked at Liang Xiao, and in an instant, they could see all kinds of things at a glance, but most of them were disappointed and laughed.
He was dressed in white, his eyes were wrapped with blood-colored bandages, he had a broken sword at his waist, and the golden cross scar on his left face was too eye-catching.
Except for that bandage... wasn't the Donghuang Martial God who terrified Xirong dressed like this?
Liang Ruoning said angrily: "How can I not be like a human being! Back then, it was you nobles who were respectful and uttered the words "God of War"! Today, it is still you nobles who are sarcastic and full of yin and yang!"
"Ruoning." Liang Xiao suddenly spoke.
Liang Ruoning calmed down and stared at the man coldly.
Another aristocratic young master and his book boy squeezed out of the crowd, clasped their fists towards Liang Xiao and said, "Prince Heng, do you know that Donghuang is now humiliated by Xirong because of you! Just now, His Majesty prepared to pay tribute of 100,000 yuan to Xirong
The two pieces of gold are all given by you!!"
Before Liang Xiao could open his mouth, the surroundings were full of condemnation.
"Back then, you shouldn't have killed so many Xirong soldiers and made Xirong hate you. Now you are just trying to be free and happy, but the country will suffer!"
"I heard that when he was a child, he blew up a farmer's cowshed, and his father, King Heng, paid ten times the compensation to expose the incident. It shows that people can change their nature easily, and they never consider the consequences of doing things!"
Liang Xiao's mouth twitched slightly as he listened to the buzzing discussions around him.
Now you can blame yourself for any bad debts in the country??
Liang Xiao suddenly smiled, and just as he was about to say something, a scholar squeezed out of the crowd and scolded him angrily.
"Nonsense! Xirong has always wanted our Donghuang country to be destroyed! The decisive battle between all races was an unprecedented surprise. The God of War killed so many Xirong soldiers before, saving Donghuang from annihilation. Now that Donghuang has declined, if Xirong can still survive
With the size of the army before being killed by the God of War, we don’t even need to exploit Donghuang for a few years. If we find a reason like before, it will be easy to conquer Donghuang!"
"Forget it, you guys are ungrateful. Why should you blame the God of War? He almost died for the sake of the human race. Isn't that heroic enough?"
Liang Ruoning cast an approving look at the scholar who was arguing with everyone.
Liang Xiao's trembling right hand grasped the handle of the wheelchair, and veins popped out on the back of his hand.
He couldn't see the scholar's face, but he could hear clearly. Compared with the hundreds of mouths and hundreds of nobles around him, one person's mouth was so small, but he still argued hard.
"My brother is right! You guys are so cruel, you still want to confuse the people and hate Brother Martial God together! Even if he is a useless person now, he will always be Donghuang's Martial God!"
A seven or eight-year-old girl behind the scholar also stood up and pointed at the crowd angrily. Her high-pitched voice fell into Liang Xiao's ears, but it was deafening.
She is still a child and she is not afraid of offending others?
Liang Xiao's heart was trembling.
"Where did this little brat come from?" The noble boys and girls were scolded by a girl, and they were suddenly shocked and angry.
The scholar said angrily: "What is wrong with what my Xiao Xun said! You are so ungrateful that you eat everything inside and outside. Everyone knows that you have been servile to the Xirong, vying to betray the country, and you talk about serving the country and the people all day long!"
The brother and sister, together with Liang Ruoning, were arguing with everyone.
The people around looked on, and most of them did not dare to say a word, but some people gradually couldn't help but speak out to support the three of them.
"Little girl."
Just when the two sides were having a heated argument, Liang Xiao waved to Xiao Xun.
Xiao Xun was overjoyed and jumped up to Liang Xiao and introduced herself: "Brother Wushen, my name is Xiao Xun!"
Liang Xiao nodded with a smile, moved his lips slightly, but did not speak for a long time.
Xiao Xun said seriously: "There are still many people in Donghuang who remember that Brother Martial God once saved us!"
More and more people looked at Liang Xiao gratefully, but still with some hesitation.
Liang Xiao finally smiled and said softly: "Donghuang, there has never been a God of War."
"What?!"
Liang Ruoning, the scholar, Xiao Xun, and many other people were all shocked and turned pale.
The scholar who had been speaking impassionedly without fear, his voice finally trembled: "You, what did you say..."