Gentle Wind

He had never been so rotten.Pus and blood dripped from his body to the ground, one after another, very much like a woman's menstruation.From time to time, a piece of flesh would rot off his body, and he would lie on the ground with a "poof", with the white worm heads wriggling densely on it.

There were no onlookers under the tower where he was hung, and even the soldiers guarding the city stood far away, because the rotten stench was really disgusting.

The city tower faced north, and the sunlight from east to west drew a rounded arc on his body.Li Roufeng has never hated the sun so much before, every ray falling on him is like torture.But in the current sunset, there is only the last smoldering afterglow left, and it is almost over, he thought, how long is it?One hour or two hours?Or is he lucky enough to survive another night, and then fade away like dew in the morning light of tomorrow?He hadn't been boned yet, and he didn't know it.

Mistress, will Mistress still come?He still has unkept promises to her.But he suddenly didn't want to bring a concubine, he knew that he was no longer human, and he hoped that no one would see him in this state.Xiao Yan came back alive, Xiao Zian died, and the deep obsession that he had in becoming a ghost had actually been completely resolved.If he were to be boned now, he would have no regrets.

It's just... If possible, he wants to hear Xiao Yan's voice again, and he wants to--

Goodbye to that thriving flame.

He clearly felt that the last ray of sunset light moved his feet away from his body, and he seemed to be fished out of the boiling water pot.He took a breath -- he actually had no breath to breathe, his ribs had been seen in his chest, and most of his face was gone.There was still chaos on the tower, and he heard the boots of the soldiers guarding the city coming and going quickly.

Change the flag! "Change again? This is the third time today!" If you are asked to change, you can change it, so there is so much nonsense! "Isn't this still Wang Qi with the word 'Xiao'?" Are you stupid!Didn't you see that this is the black-bordered Xiaoziwang flag, not the red-bordered Xiaoziwang flag?King Li's army has arrived! "King Cheng?! King Cheng is still alive?!"

Back from the dead!That is destiny! "

The little prince named Yuanjue only sat on the throne for an hour. King Li's troops entered the city from the south gate without any resistance. It was too chaotic. Yang Deng was unconscious and dying. The group of dragons had no leader, they were constantly fighting among themselves, and had to fight against the former forces of the King of Wu. In the midst of this chaos, the king of Li, who was dressed in iron armor and had a clear face, set up a banner and entered the city silently but menacingly.

This is his city.He was the king of this city.

All the people in the city knelt before King Cheng's banner.King Li just sat on his horse without a helmet, his reed leaf-like eyes and lush eyelashes like water grass were full of towering power at the moment, cold and solemn.He made everyone see him clearly with the last rays of the setting sun, and made everyone lower their eyes in submission and bow to him after seeing him clearly.

He wants to conquer everyone. In this troubled world, there can only be him as the king.

He drove straight in, straight into the palace, caressing the gold and iron throne, like picking something out of a bag.

The servants and maids trembled, thinking that King Li would take the little prince's life immediately, just like Yang Deng did to King Wu's harem.

The little prince called "Huan Yuanjue" didn't even cry, instead, he held the corners of his mouth in the palm of King Li, and stared at King Li with a pair of dark reed leaf eyes.

Even as a baby, there is a fierce look in his eyes.

King Cheng stared at the little prince coldly, lifted his lapel to take a look, handed it to the person beside him, raised his head and said: "Send it back to the Da Ci'en Temple, so that it can be guarded." "

Yes! "

The kneeling servants and maids all stared wide-eyed.

With the help of his personal guards, King Li took off his armor and was dressed in black royal clothes, looking cool and dignified.He frankly lifted his robe, and slowly landed on the throne, mountains, rivers, and established.

Everyone suddenly seemed to let out a sigh of relief, no matter which side they were from, those under King Wu, those under Yang Deng, or those who followed the trend wisely, they all breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts.

The day-long drama is finally over, finally, over.King Li did not order the killing of the little prince, nor did he order Yang Deng to be killed immediately. These silent favors meant that everything could start again—as long as everyone surrendered to King Li, there would be no one in Jiankang City. The enemy, the enemy is only the Great Wei Dynasty, which was declining in the west.

The last ray of sunset light has long been lost in the vast sky. When the yin and yang alternate with each other, day and night, light brown mist rises mistyly, and a neat and majestic mountain call floats in the Grand Palace shrouded in thin sunset haze. Voices--

The ministers and others refer to King Cheng—His Royal Highness King Cheng—long live forever! "

Countless torches burned towards the dark night sky, Li Roufeng's eyeballs were not blocked by the eyelids, they were dry and astringent by the smoke that floated up, the pain was so severe that there were no more tears.This night was destined to be a sleepless night, all the officers and soldiers guarding the city were replaced, replaced by the old troops of King Cheng.There are still many stubborn rioters in the city, and they need to be wiped out during this night.The key to the stability of Jiankang City lies in tonight.