Chapter five hundred and eighty seventh such as ink
(Seeking collection)
Chapter 587
"Ten letters are enough."
Liu Ling ordered the maid to extinguish all the lights in the hall. He sat alone in the large and comfortable chair and murmured to himself. In the whole hall, only the pale white moonlight cast from the door and windows dispersed a corner.
In the darkness, the moonlight spread through the screen window and shone on the ground of the hall, making the shadow of the window lattice clearly visible on the ground. The moonlight was clear, but it could not shine on Liu Ling, who was sitting on the high seat in the deepest part of the hall. The moonlight extended out and stayed on
The marks on the ground look abstract but cannot escape the shackles of rules.
The deepest part of the hall is where the dragon chair is.
"Am I really as great as I say?"
Liu Ling smiled mockingly and whispered to himself very softly.
"This is the dragon's throne, it's status."
Liu Ling patted the armrest of the dragon chair: "I got it."
He clenched his fists and waved slightly: "This is a right, and I got it too."
"It's still strength, I got it too."
Liu Ling frowned: "Ten years ago, was this what I wanted? Now, is this what I want? Thousands of miles of beautiful scenery, beauties that captivate the country, a million-strong army, and the world's admiration, that's what I want
Do you want it?"
"I vaguely remember that I just want to be an idle prince, walking birds and fighting dogs, or even bullying men and dominating women and running rampant in the countryside?"
After a moment of silence, Liu Ling smiled: "So my ambition is so big."
He looked at the mark of the moonlight on the ground, looking at the gradually enlarged shape, and inexplicably thought that his life trajectory up to now was actually an enlarged mark left on the ground by the moonlight shining on the window. More and more.
The bigger it gets, the wider it becomes. But even if it is finally enlarged to the extreme, it still cannot escape the shackles. It is like there is a rule that binds everything in the world.
"Is this world the one I am familiar with? Is this history the history I have read?"
"I changed history, what will be the consequences?"
Liu Ling smiled: "At the worst, it won't be worse than the original development in history, right?"
"Is it enough?"
Liu Ling stared at the mark with no confusion in his heart: "That's almost enough... In fact, my ambition has not changed, but the journey has changed. The final outcome is not important, what is important is that I have experienced everything. Ten
A few years ago, I thought about killing that cheap dad. Ten years ago, I had the ability to sit on the emperor's chair in the Northern Han Dynasty, but I didn't. I kept saying to myself, cherish this little family affection, and in the future...
In this day and age, do I really value that false family affection?"
"It's not self-deception, it's hypocrisy."
Liu Ling sighed: "I just wanted to do something more legitimate, so I went in a big circle."
Although he was sighing, he was not at all melancholy: "I am here to travel, so I always have to see both good and bad scenery. I can't just look at the beauty, but also the ruggedness. I can't just think about the gentleness, but also the ruggedness.
There is the coldness. You have to walk through the swamp, then you have to walk through the desert, and then you go to the top of the mountain, and finally you go to the small green lake? Whatever the result, no matter what, the vigorous process is the most beautiful."
I don’t remember how long it’s been since I carried the portraits of my parents in my previous life, how long it’s been since I felt guilty for scheming against others, and how many people I’ve used, killed, and tortured. In short, everything in this world can be used for
It seems that I have used a lot of means for victory.
"So, there is no need to feel guilty. You are not a kind person or a good person to begin with. You are an evil person. If evil people use small means, they may not be upright."
Liu Ling smiled: "So, Ye Luxiongji, just die. Your son... I will raise a third child for you and let him become a watchdog for the Han people. What do you think?"
Liu Ling stood up, thinking of the women he had in Hangzhou, and smiled. Letting them leave Jinzhou and go to Jiangnan was actually part of the plan. But this plan had nothing to do with the war with the Khitans, but for their safety. Jin
Zhouzhou is too close to Taiyuan, and Liu Ling is not absolutely sure that the Khitans will not attack there. If his woman is harmed, even killing Ye Luxiongji will not make up for the regret.
War is always between men.
After stretching his body, Liu Ling walked out of the hall with a smile. The hall was so big that even if he spoke loudly, the guards in the corridor outside could not hear clearly. Therefore, Liu Ling's words to himself were destined to be heard only by himself. He walked to the door.
At that time, the moonlight began to shine on him, dragging out a long shadow. With the wind, the moonlight seemed to be swaying. The guards saluted and waited until Liu Ling walked away before straightening up. Everyone, look
Looking at Liu Ling's back were eyes of admiration.
When Liu Ling's back disappeared at the other end of the corridor, a person suddenly fell from the beam quietly in the hall. He fell to the ground silently, like a piece of floating catkins.
This man was dressed in white, but he seemed so harmonious in the dark hall, not out of place at all.
He has a tall and slender figure and a delicate and handsome face. Who else could he be if he wasn't Nie Shenjian?
Nie She, who was dressed in white and snowy, walked slowly to the dragon chair and stood in front of it. Looking at the empty chair, a smile of relief gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he was a little...smug.
"If you are not such a true-hearted person, but a kind person as people outside say, how can I think favorably of you? If I said that I knew you were a ruthless guy in the illusion, would you still think so?
Do you want to fall in love with me? I came to see my friend, but I didn’t expect to hear you muttering to yourself, haha, Liu Ling, you are right, the process is the most important, as for the result, as you said, leave it to me
It will be better for future generations."
He smiled, then swayed slightly and disappeared.
The door of the main hall was pushed open with a creak, and two guards came in to check.
"There seems to be a white shadow?"
One of the guards said unconfidently.
"You big-headed ghost!"
Another guard snorted and said: "If there is such a thing, it is also a ghost!"
Nie She sat on the beam and smiled, thinking that he would go see Liu Ling tomorrow morning. Liu Ling should have fallen asleep by now. However, he couldn't wait because he wanted to know what Liu Ling said.
What does the ten letters mean? I want to know even more, Yelu Xiongji, just die. What does it mean?
After returning to the palace, Liu Ling lay on the bed after washing and suddenly smiled.
"Nie Jian Shen...are you going to sleep on the roof again tonight?"
It's a pity that Nie She couldn't hear his words, and he couldn't hear Nie She's words. However, Liu Ling didn't guess correctly. It was the coldest time at the end of the first lunar month. Even if Nie Jian Shen didn't have any requirements for the temperature, people like him didn't.
He would let the depression of winter nights accompany him to sleep. On the contrary, since the stubborn headache gradually recovered, Mr. Nie's romantic style has become more and more sharp. The warm fragrance of nephrite in the boudoir of an oiran in the world of immortality is better than that of Mr.
The corrugated roof on the main hall is much more comfortable.
On this night, Liu Ling was sleeping soundly, Nie She was also sleeping soundly, but Yelu Xiongji couldn't sleep.
Ye Luxiongji had a headache that made him unable to sleep, and he even thought about committing suicide. Even soaking him in ice water, pressing his head hard against the wall, and even using a knife to bleed his auricle were of no avail. The headache started more than ten days ago.
At first, it only hurt once or twice a day, and the pain was not severe. Yelu Xiongji always thought that it was caused by too much work, lack of sleep and anger in his heart recently, so he didn't pay much attention to it. But these days
The headaches are getting worse and worse, and the headaches are getting longer and longer. Today, they have not stopped for a moment from morning to now.
The pain was so unbearable that I wanted to stab myself in the heart immediately to get relief.
He curled up on the felt blanket of the big tent, like a cooked prawn. His body was trembling, and his clothes were soaked with sweat. Yelu Xiongji pressed his forehead hard against the wood on the side of the bed
Because of the exertion, the wooden ribs seemed to be pushed into his head. His face was ugly. It was not pale, but a kind of light black that made people feel scared. Although it was not obvious, it was
It was like a layer of haze covering his face.
Ahem!
Yelv Xiongji's curled up body shook a few times as he coughed, and a stream of blood overflowed from his lips.
Yelu Xiongji wiped away the blood on the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, looked at it, and frowned even more.
How could this happen? Are you infected with the plague?
Yelu Xiongji wanted to stretch his body, but he curled up again after stretching his arms and legs.
We can't delay it any longer. The morale of the soldiers is important, and our own body is even more important. If he really dies here, I'm afraid that hundreds of thousands of troops will collapse immediately. If Liu Ling takes the opportunity to go north, Daliao will really suffer.
It is a disaster. There is also the treacherous villain Wei Mingxiao. He should be wishing that he died quickly. And his son, Prince Yelu Deguang, when he came to visit him in the past two days, there was such a look in his eyes.
No matter how well you hide this look, you can't hide it from Yelu Xiongji's eyes!
The pretended concern and sadness could not cover the joy in his eyes.
Are you hoping that if I die, he can inherit the great treasure? If I don’t die, what can he do no matter how impatient he is? Daliao is my Daliao, the soldiers are loyal to me, and the people are loyal to me.
My good son can only hope that I will die soon, otherwise he will have no chance at all.
This is my child.
Yelu Xiongji coughed again, and blood continued to overflow from the corners of his mouth.
I'm not old yet!
Ye Luxiongji thought angrily, none of you can try to take away my kingdom! Weiming Xiaoxiao can't, Liu Ling can't, and neither can my son!
"Someone is coming! Come... someone is coming!"
Yelu Xiongji struggled and leaned against the bed and shouted outside the tent, his voice hoarse like an evil ghost emerging from hell.
"Your Majesty, what are your orders?"
Two maids ran over in a hurry, bowed and asked.
"Go...go and call all the imperial doctors accompanying the army! Then call Xiao Suxun!"
Ye Luxiongji shouted with all his strength, and he even heard the trembling and panic in his voice. He was suddenly startled, and for no reason thought that he was really going to die. His eyes went black, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.
Yelu Xiongji's body fell limply, and the blood on the corner of his mouth... was as black as ink. (To be continued)
