Chapter separation has been modified, please read it again.
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In the first year of Zhaoming in Daliang, it was a winter night in Jiangzhou.
The night wind blew, and there were rapid footsteps in the dark wilderness, accompanied by heavy breathing.
With a low cry, someone fell to the ground, and the person in front immediately helped him.
"How is it?" the male voice asked in a low voice.
"It's okay, it's okay, I tripped and fell." The female voice said, getting up in a hurry.
"How is the child?" the male voice asked, a little worried.
The fire flickered and a little light lit up, illuminating the faces of a man and a woman.
They were dressed in shabby clothes and seemed to be poor people, but their faces looked a bit rich under the faint firelight. At this time, both of them lowered their heads and looked into the woman's arms.
A small quilt was wrapped tightly. The woman reached out and opened it, revealing a sleeping baby like a ball of dough. Either because of the firelight or the cold wind, he shook his head involuntarily and rubbed his little fist against his ear.
The woman hurriedly covered her bag with the quilt.
"It's okay, the young master is fine," she said.
The man nodded and reached out to take the child.
"I'll hold you, let's go quickly." He whispered.
As soon as he finished speaking, his expression changed.
"No," he said, "I'm chasing you."
The woman's expression changed greatly and she got up hurriedly, and the fire was extinguished.
"The pursuit is so tight." The man whispered, "There must be someone calculating the route."
"What should we do? We can't escape." The woman's voice was choked with sobs.
"As long as you are not caught, you will continue to run away." The man said, with a bit of determination, carrying the child on his back, "I don't believe that the bloodline of the Cheng family has been cut off like this."
Two figures staggered forward in the night.
The sound of horse hooves behind him gradually approached, accompanied by the barking of dogs.
The torches were bright, illuminating a group of well-dressed men and horses with numerous weapons on the field.
The leader reined in his horse.
"Which way?" he shouted.
A scribe came forward from behind, holding a compass in his hand. He looked up at the sky, looked at the compass, and counted with his fingers.
"Over there," he said, pointing in the direction where the man and woman had fled just now.
The general took out something from his waist, and the bamboo tube and iron handle were visible under the torch.
"Your Majesty has decreed that as long as the Cheng family wants to die, one head is worth one military governor." He laughed and said, "Let's see how many military governors we can take down with the muskets in our hands tonight."
The others behind him shouted in unison and raised their muskets.
The horses galloped away with the clatter of hooves.
At this time, Daliang Capital, Sitian Star Observation Tower.
The lower door of this tall pavilion opened, and escorted by a team of tall guards, a man wrapped in a cloak stepped inside.
He did not go up the stairs, but walked straight to the wall. The guard next to him pushed the wall hard, and the entire wall rotated, revealing a downward staircase.
Walking down step by step, the basement is bright and a whole new world appears. At this time, the torches illuminate it like daylight.
A scarred middle-aged man was hanging from a chain on the wall.
The chains passed through his shoulders and legs, and the whole person was suspended in the air, looking particularly terrifying.
"Isn't it much more comfortable to live in a place you built with your own hands than in a prison?"
The footsteps stopped and a clear male voice said.
"Father."
This title sounded so terrifying at this moment. The middle-aged man slowly raised his head and smiled slightly on his pale and haggard face.
"Your Majesty is here." He said slowly and hoarsely.
The visitor stood still and raised his hood with one hand, taking off his cloak, revealing his tall figure. He was wearing a bright red brocade garment, which was a bit dazzling under the bright torch. He raised his head, his handsome face was cold and his eyes were sharp.
"Father," he said, "I ask again, by whose hands will the beam be destroyed?"
The middle-aged man smiled.
"Ah Si." He called suddenly.
The guard standing beside him frowned slightly and couldn't help but look over.
Cheng Xuan of Taichang Temple is indeed arrogant. He dares to call His Majesty by his nickname even at this time.
Yang Shan looked at him solemnly.
"Father, you have been calculating your whole life, but have you finally reached your end?" he said.
Cheng Xuan smiled.
"Your Majesty, how is my Azang?" He did not answer, but asked.
When the name Ah Fang was spoken, Yang Shan's face did not change at all.
"Ah Fang." He said the word slowly.
"very good."
“It’s beautiful.”
"Very smart."
"There is a beautiful person."
"It suits my wishes."
Cheng Xuan looked at him and always smiled.
"Father." Yang Shan looked at him and stood solemnly with his hands behind his hands, "I have posthumously named Ah Fang Queen Xiaozhao. She is my best queen. I thank my father for raising such an unparalleled queen for me."
Cheng Xuan laughed.
"Does Your Majesty think that our Cheng family has raised such a good queen for you?"
He said, shaking his body, and the chains made a noise.
The guards on the side immediately stood up.
"Your Majesty, be careful." they said, blocking Yang Shan with some caution.
Although Cheng Xuan was already crippled, he still felt a little scared when he thought of the Cheng family's prodigious skills.
Yang Shan raised his hand and waved away the guard and looked at Cheng Xuan.
"My family's Ah Fang is talented and intelligent."
"My Azang has a photographic memory."
"My family's Ah Fang spent all the family's energy raising him."
"My family's A Fang Ji has the talents of the whole family."
Cheng Xuan laughed and said, his pale face full of joy and pride.
"Is it possible that my family raised such a Fang just because I met you when I was four years old?"
Yang Shan looked at him.
"Father," he said, "whose hands will destroy Liang? Where is the secret of the Cheng family's deduction?"
Cheng Xuan seemed not to hear him.
"My Ah Fang is a good boy." He still said, with a sad look on his face when he said this, "My Ah Fang is a bitter boy."
When Yang Shan said the words "Bitter Child", a trace of sadness flashed in Yang Shan's eyes, and he immediately regained his clarity.
"However, the Cheng family has never been afraid of hardship." Cheng Xuan suddenly raised his voice and his eyes brightened, "My Ah Fang must be fearless, neither sad nor sad. My Ah Fang must live up to the name of the Cheng family."
Seeing Cheng Xuan getting more and more excited, Yang Shan turned his head and sighed softly.
"Your Majesty, there is nothing you can ask. He has gone crazy." The guard whispered.
As if to confirm what the guard said, Cheng Xuan stopped talking about his Ah Fang repeatedly and started singing.
"The sky is full of anger, and the mighty spirit is so angry that it kills everyone and abandons the wilderness..."
"If you can't go in or out, you can't go back. The plains suddenly become too long..."
"Wearing a long sword and holding a Qin bow, the head and body are separated and the heart is not punished..."
"Sincerity is both brave and martial, but ultimately strong and undefeatable..."
The awkward Chu sounds, the weird tunes, and the weird gestures Cheng Xuan made while shaking his penetrated body made the underground room a bit eerie, and the bright torch in the eyes of the guards also became...
Somewhat dim.
Yang Shan glanced at Cheng Xuan, turned around and left, walking up step by step. The wall closed behind him, completely cutting off the singing.
Daliang Harem is brightly lit.
Seeing the guard of honor coming from afar, a concubine waiting outside the emperor's palace knelt down to greet him.
"What's wrong with the Queen so late?" Yang Shan asked without looking at the woman in front of him.
"Your Majesty, your Majesty said last time that the yokan made by my concubine was delicious, so I specially made it as a midnight snack." The queen saluted.
"It's just as delicious as the last time. I don't think the yokan is delicious this time." Yang Shan said, stepping into the hall.
The queen stood there with an awkward expression, neither walking in nor going in. Finally, she covered her face and walked away quickly.
"These people, even if they please others, are so pretentious and annoying."
In the palace, Yang Shan took off his robe and said.
Not like her.
"I made it especially for you, isn't it delicious?"
There seemed to be a woman sitting in front of her, leaning and looking coquettish.
A smile appeared on the corner of Yang Shan's mouth, but it disappeared immediately. He lowered his eyes and stepped forward. The servants opened the curtain and watched the emperor enter step by step.
The interior of the palace was simply decorated, and all the servants had retired. Even though there was a charcoal fire lit in the winter night, it still felt cold and empty.
Yang Shan stood beside the bed and looked at the tables beside him, which were covered with a piece of black cloth.
"Ah Fang." He said, "Fortunately, I have you."
As he said this, he reached out and lifted up the black cloth, revealing a box underneath.
This is a crystal box, exquisite, bright and eye-catching. If you look closely, the bright and eye-catching thing in the center is actually a heart.
The heart seemed to have just been plucked, it was bright and red.
Yang Shan reached out and touched it.
"Ah Fang, you have been here alone for a day, you must be lonely." He said, sitting down, "Don't be afraid, I'm back and I'll accompany you."
He smiled again when he said this.
"You also come with me."
"I will always be with you, and you will always be with me."
"That's great."
When he said this, he looked at the crystal box, and his expression suddenly changed. He couldn't help but hold the box with both hands, as if he wanted to see it clearly.
"Come here, come here." He shouted suddenly.
The lights in the bedroom were lit one by one, especially around the crystal box.
A thin man stood up from the crystal box, his brows furrowed.
"How?" Yang Shan asked.
"Your Majesty, it is indeed rotting," the man said.
As soon as he said this, Yang Shan raised his feet suddenly, and the man staggered and fell to the ground, but he did not dare to resist, propped himself up and knelt down.
"Damn it."
Curses fell from the top of his head.
"How could it rot! Didn't you say it won't rot? How could Ah Fang's heart rot! She will stay with me for the rest of her life!"
The servants in the room also knelt down to fight.
"Is this box broken?" Someone said tremblingly, "Go and get another one."
The kneeling man kowtows.
"Impossible, this crystal box will never be broken," he said.
Yang Shan stopped in front of him.
"Then tell me, why is this?" he shouted, his handsome face a little distorted, making people dare not look directly at him, "Why is my Ah Fang's heart rotten?"
The man gritted his teeth.
"Your Highness, it is very possible that your heart is broken," he said.
Wasted?
When people die, their hearts naturally become useless.
What these sorcerers say is really weird.
The servants bowed their heads and discussed.
"How could her heart be broken?" Yang Shan sneered, "Nangong, don't forget, I am Cheng's son-in-law."
Although he is not as talented as the Cheng clan people, he has been exposed to it for so many years, and it is not something that any magician can deceive.
The man kowtows.
"I don't dare," he said hurriedly, while hesitating, "I said that this is not what I want, so I abolished it."
Yang Shan laughed even more.
"Isn't this Ah Fang's heart?" he said, "I dug it out of her with my own hands! Could I have mistaken my Ah Fang?"
The man raised his head, looking a little panicked, yes, what's going on? Logically speaking, it shouldn't be, but why does it appear to be like this?
Why does a person's heart suddenly become different and change?
What's going on?
The heart in the crystal box rotted faster and faster, and the original bright red turned into withered black while they were talking.
Yang Shan rushed over and hugged the box tightly.
"Ah Fang, Ah Fang!" he shouted loudly.
I don't know whether it was because he was too excited or something else, but he staggered suddenly and fell over with his hand covering his heart.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty."
The servants rushed forward and the palace became chaotic.
"Imperial physician, imperial physician."
Yang Shan has fallen to the ground, holding his heart with one hand, as if his heart is being picked off little by little, but the other hand is still holding on to the crystal box.
The heart in the box eventually turned into a ball of withered rotten flesh.
Ah Fang! Ah Fang! Come back! Come back!
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Heaven and earth seemed to merge into one, and the darkness before dawn made everything in sight dim.
In a swamp, the chirping of insects suddenly stopped, and there was a clicking sound in the distance, followed by a few green lights, accompanied by the sound of snorting.
The hounds lowered their heads and sniffed, suddenly stopped and raised their heads to look in one direction.
Behind them, there was the sound of horse hooves and bright torches approaching.
The hounds barked and rushed in one direction, and the wind caused the thatch to sway. Suddenly a rabbit jumped up on the other side, running out like an arrow in the night.
The hounds suddenly stopped and pounced on the rabbit, buzzing and roaring, splashing muddy water in the swamp.
"Over there!"
The men and horses who followed looked at the direction in which the hounds were going and shouted, urging their horses to follow.
"That's not right." The scribe shouted, looking up at the sky.
The sky was pitch dark, and under the torch, his face looked a little hesitant, and he stretched out his hand to calculate.
"It doesn't seem like it should be over there." He murmured.
"Where should we go?" the leading general shouted.
The scribe frowned, as if he was having trouble deciding.
"Forget it, let's chase that side first. They can't escape in this small area anyway," the general shouted.
That's right, the scribe nodded.
The men and horses then chased the hounds.
After a chase, they finally saw the hound returning with a rabbit in its mouth. The leading general spat and cursed before turning the horse's head.
A firework suddenly lit up in the night sky, lighting up almost half of the sky.
"Oh, something happened in the capital." The general shouted, pointing.
Everyone looked over, looking shocked under the torches.
"Go, go, go, go back to Jiangzhou Mansion quickly."
Following the command, the hounds and horses returned along the road in confusion and galloped away in the wilderness.
The swamp returned to silence, the chirping of insects gradually began, the east turned white, the darkness faded, and there was a misty blue light.
The thatch in the swamp swayed for a while, and someone came out. His clothes were soaked, and he stood covered with mud and water. He was shaking all over in the winter and his teeth were chattering. But he didn't care about keeping warm. Instead, he hurriedly untied his coat and took off his close-fitting clothes.
He held a quilt out from his chest.
Another woman climbed out of the muddy water tremblingly and fell to the ground.
"Young master...how..." she said tremblingly.
The man opened the quilt and looked inside.
Inside, the baby was still asleep, with a rosy complexion and a blister spitting out.
The man couldn't help but laugh.
"Go quickly." He said, "Go quickly."
He wrapped the child again on his chest and helped the woman on the ground, and the two of them stumbled forward.
The sky is bright, the sun is rising, and a new day has arrived.
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This chapter is adjusted from five thousand to four thousand (one thousand words are moved to the previous chapter)
Some people say that this paragraph is incomprehensible. In fact, Cheng Fang traveled through time, but what happened to the Cheng family has already happened, so it is impossible for nothing to happen here. What Cheng Fang asked for was a glimmer of hope for the Cheng family, and the transformation of the new emperor
It is destiny. The destruction of the Cheng family this time is not destiny. Therefore, Cheng's father said that he should obey destiny and go against destiny. Although it is cruel, if he can keep a bloodline alive, it is already going against destiny and changing destiny.
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Conclusion
It is now 10:13 in the evening on January 1st. I typed out the three words that are the end of the whole article. I am filled with emotion. I have so many things at my fingertips that I don’t know where to start. I light up a cigarette (nothing
You often say that you are used to updating articles at seven o'clock in the morning.
In fact, I am not used to your company after updating the article.
Watching you feel happy, sad and angry because of the story makes me feel happy.
Fulfillment, warmth and happiness.
It is coming to an end suddenly, and I think that there will be no more updates at 7 o'clock in the morning, no more updates in the afternoon, no more updates when I am emotional, no more your cheers and arguments, loneliness, emptiness, and panic.
Old book friends who have followed along all the way know that Xi Xing is timid, sensitive, proud and has low self-esteem.
I never dare to seek fame and fortune.
But you gave me the name, and the data in this book is my best data.
You gave me a profit, this book brought me generous royalties, and allowed me to tell stories with passion.
Yes, dreams require the support of fame and fortune, especially storytelling. Fame and fortune are recognition from readers, applause, and encouragement.
Thank you for accompanying me, giving to me, loving me and caring for me.
Many thanks to moderator Dazhu Xiaozhu. The plots, literature and history are all her hard work. Her persistence in telling stories must be rigorous and not random, so that this online fast food novel has both passionate and clumsy descriptions.
Adhere to the principles of a gentleman, love, etiquette, justice, integrity and shame.
Thank you to the alliance leaders, the General Alliance, the Grand Alliance, and the forty-four alliance leaders for building a solid backing for me, protecting me in my charge, and helping me to do whatever I want.
Thank you to my friends in the book club group for chatting with me, praising me, and encouraging me.
Thank you, online novels are not a one-man show, they are a drama together on and off the stage.
I am crazy, you are crazy, the world is difficult, but we are lucky enough to share a carnival.
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There are extra chapters, the first one is about Qin Hu, and the subsequent extra chapters about the Chen family and others. I wrote them slowly. Although I no longer have an appointment at seven o'clock, I will take it as a surprise if I come to see it occasionally.
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