In the winter of the sixth year of Zhongping in the Eastern Han Dynasty, AD 189, the wind was as cold as a knife and snow fell thousands of miles away.
The ancient Han Empire quietly spent its 377th birthday in this season of silver snakes dancing in the mountains. Just like every once-splendid empire, the Han Empire is also about to end inadvertently.
To the final chapter of his twilight years.
When people reach their twilight years, they always like to recall their past glory and hardships, and the most unforgettable people or things in their lives. But the empire will not do that. The empire will only be like an eternal dragon, dormant silently, looking at it indifferently.
In this world, the sun sets and the sun rises, and the clouds roll and relax.
The empire won't do it, but the people of the empire will.
Especially those veterans who have dedicated their lives to the empire, and some ruffians who have humiliated their lives for their own benefit.
Veterans will promote the empire for the sake of honor, but veteran ruffians will only poison the empire for profit.
Longxi County, Xiaoshan Town.
In this small town, it is said that in this windy and snowy season, every household should stay in their thatched houses early and close their doors tightly to avoid the cold and frost.
But at this time, in the small mountain town, there was a small grain field at the entrance of the town.
Standing in groups of three and five, there stood a silent old and young man.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the old locust tree in the center of the barn.
No, to be more precise, they were looking at the man who, even though he was tightly locked by heavy iron chains, was still trying to straighten up, trying to stand upright on the pile of salary stacked in front of the old locust tree.
The boy on the stick.
The young man looks like he has not yet reached his prime, and his handsome face still has a hint of childishness.
But at this time, even though hundreds of people were watching, the young man was chained to the pile of firewood that was about to be lit.
There was still no trace of fear in the young man's expression, and there was even a slight crack at the corner of his closed mouth. He continued to work hard to straighten his still thin waist.
As time passed, the young man finally straightened up, and he wanted to raise his hand to wipe the sweat from his eyes.
However, his body trembled for a while, as if this movement was about to break the balance that he had managed to maintain by straightening his waist.
His expression froze, he slowly stopped moving, and slowly raised his head. At that moment, he was as proud and unruly as a swan.
As he raised his head, his eyes gradually appeared in front of people's eyes, sharp eyes. First they were proud, and then slowly revealed a trace of regret, and an indescribable sadness.
I don’t know what to regret, and I don’t know what to feel sad about.
The biting cold wind, like invisible blades, roared and struck the bodies of the young and old present. It was as if God couldn't bear to see it and wanted to use the wind knife to chop these ungrateful "dead people" in front of them.
The goose feather-like snowflakes are falling more and more freely.
In a short time, piles of snowmen were created.
But no one, young or old, reached out to brush the snowflakes off their heads and bodies at this time, and no one even made the slightest sound.
The entire threshing floor was eerily quiet except for the howling of the wind and snow.
It's like really dying.
But after the howling wind and snow, there was a faint sound of breathing coming from the brief silence.
But it clearly tells God that these people are still alive.
"The time has come! Get out of my way, everyone."
In the quiet barnyard, an old voice suddenly sounded.
Along with this sound, seven or eight soldiers wearing armor and holding swords and guns emerged from nowhere.
At the same time, everyone on the threshing floor seemed to come alive in an instant. Young and old gathered together at the same time and bowed to the old voice.
Only the young man was standing straighter and straighter at this time, as if he was erecting his body into a sharp sword holding up the sky, thrusting straight into the sky and the earth.
"Ying Zige, ever since you came to live in the back mountain of our small mountain town, I have felt that your family is sneaky and not good-natured. Fortunately, I am wise, powerful and attentive. I quietly follow the little girl who serves you.
I didn't expect you to be a descendant of the violent Qin Dynasty." The man said this, and paused slightly, as if to see if anyone would object to the crime he had accused the young man in front of him of.
There was silence. As mentioned before, the old and young in front of me had "died".
After a long while, looking at the scene in front of him, the old voice continued with satisfaction: "I think that since the founding of the Yanhan Dynasty by our great ancestor, I have saved all the people in the world from the violent Qin. I have experienced the rule of Wenjing, the prosperous age of Hanwu, and then Zhaoxuan.
, Guangwu Zhongxing. Although there were new Mang and eunuch rebellions, it was Xiaomo in the end. I, a big man, have always stood at the top of the world. I am not talented. My ancestors also served as Lieutenant of Yulin, the emperor's personal army, and suffered great hardships.
It is a great kindness to my family. Today coincides with the succession of the new Emperor of the Han Dynasty. I will offer you a fire sacrifice in this small mountain town to congratulate the new Emperor of the Han Dynasty. When you go underground, don’t complain. Who let your ancestors win? You will be reincarnated in the next life.
When the time comes, you can watch the shooting. Come on, light a fire for me to worship the emperor." As the old man's powerful voice continued to ring in the grain field, the small grain field seemed to have become a place for the emperor to worship the heaven.
The ceremony was solemn but full of weirdness.
At this time in the Eastern Han Dynasty, Emperor Liu Hong of the Han Dynasty had just passed away. The young emperor Liu Bian succeeded to the throne with the support of his uncle. With the promotion of many aristocratic families, he planned to eradicate the eunuchs, and at the same time planned to train a new army and offer amnesty to the world.
It can be said that the hearts and minds of the entire Han Empire seemed to be united under the banner of the Young Emperor once again.
The people were waiting for the young emperor to bring new vitality to this decadent Han Empire.
Even this kind of veteran ruffian who had been in the army and returned to his hometown to find a job also learned to take this opportunity to promote the majesty of the Han Dynasty and congratulate the new emperor on his succession, to exclude dissidents, frame up and frame up, and plan some interests.
At the same time, it consolidates its position.
Under these circumstances, the life and death of a young man who has no relatives, no way to protect himself, but a little wealth in his family, and whose last name is so sensitive, are not that important to care about.
Perhaps we have to exclude the young man himself, but as a weak young man who specializes in literature, what can he do no matter how unwilling he is?
The young man worked hard to straighten his body, and looked with sharp eyes indifferently at the townspeople who had been grateful to him, as well as the soldiers who stepped forward to light the fire. He opened his mouth and slightly pursed the corners of his chapped lips.
A slightly childish, but sharp voice echoed over the grain field.
"Haha, I think I am the winner. I have lived in Guanzhong for a long time. I encountered a disaster and left my hometown. I came to settle in this small mountain town. However, since my late father was alive, he has been charitable and charitable. The boy is not talented and does not dare to go against the family tradition. He has come here since
, make good friends with friends and neighbors, make good friends with neighbors, no matter what! No what!!!”
"Huh, thief, don't say much. You are plotting against my Ying Zige's assets and framing me. I, Ying Zi Ge, have nothing to say. I just didn't expect that I, Ying Zi Ge, would end up dead in the hands of a villain like you." The young man finished.
, his eyes were sweeping, and his childish body seemed to exude endless majesty, making people look at him.
All the townspeople were whispering, but no one dared to speak out loud because they were afraid of the old man's authority.
"Humph, you are a child talking nonsense, and you are still not angry." When the old man saw Ying Zige speaking, the soldiers on the left and right did not act according to the order, and he couldn't help but get angry and shouted loudly.
"Got the order!"
In an instant, flames burned the sky, and in the alternation of ice and fire, Ying Zige couldn't help but close his eyes.
"Haha, I didn't expect that I, Ying Zige, has great ambitions and prides himself on being resourceful. This time Xiaohu left home to do something, but he just met a small soldier who wanted to make money. But he ended up in this situation of no life or death.
It’s ridiculous that that old guy is interested in making money, but he doesn’t know that a blind cat has run into a dead mouse.”
I, Ying Zige, am indeed not an ordinary Han Chinese, nor even an ordinary descendant of the Qin Dynasty.
A certain person is a descendant of the Great Qin Ancestor Dragon.
Descendants of the ancestral dragon may die, but cannot be feared.
God’s will? God’s will!
Thinking of this, the young man's calm and fearless expression changed once again even though he was exposed to the blazing fire.
But that change is still not fear or pain, it is still that unspeakable regret.
Perhaps it was this regret that made the young man speak again.
"Although the Han Dynasty is strong, the ancestral dragon will never die. Even though the fate is strong, the Ying clan will never die."
As the boy's words fell, the wind and snow between the sky and the earth seemed to stop for an instant. Then they began to rotate violently.
In the constant rotation, a space vortex slowly appeared in the wind and snow in the void.
As soon as the whirlpool was formed, a ray of light rushed out from it along with thousands of thunders. A figure could be vaguely seen wrapped in the mysterious light, rushing straight towards the young man.
But the tens of thousands of thunders that followed exploded, wiping out all life within a hundred meters of the small mountain town.
"Book of Qin": Taizu rarely encountered disasters, and he faced them indifferently. He said: Although the Han Dynasty is strong, the ancestral dragon will not die. Although the fate is strong, the Ying family will not die. The sky senses it and rains down thunder in a radius of 100 meters.
, all living things are destroyed, and the emperor is the only one born!
