has become a demon

Chapter 12

Zhao Yuan hugged the head, his eyes were empty, and he was indifferent to the things around him.

Shu Liang frowned: "Shen Zhu, what are you waiting for?! Do you love your brother?"

Shen Zhu was startled, pulled out the Xiuchun knife from his waist, held it with both hands, and slashed towards Zhao Yuan.At this moment, in the blink of an eye, silver frost appeared from the dark place behind Zhao Yuan, and a long sword was already on Zhao Yuan's shoulder, facing the Xiuchun knife blade.

The knife and the sword collided in mid-air, and then the blade passed across the sword, leaving behind a string of sparks.

Shen Zhu's wrist was numb from the shock, and he took a step back involuntarily, looking at the person coming.

King Ning and Shu Liang were also surprised. After seeing who was coming, Shu Liang couldn't help blurting out: "Master Ningshan?"

Xie Taichu was dressed in a black Taoist uniform, with the intention of killing, and slowly walked out of the night. At this time, the moon covered by dark clouds showed its head, and the silver moonlight spread down. Yingying was also driven away from Zhao Yuan's side.

He stood in front of Zhao Yuan, keeping King Le'an behind him, and glanced at the people in front of him, first Shen Zhu, then the corpse of the prince farther away and the grandson of the emperor beside him, and finally Shu Liang, looking at King Ning.

Then he put the sword at his waist, nodded slightly and said: "His Royal Highness Ning Wang."

"Why did the Taoist priest come here?" King Ning asked him.

"Come here for the King of Le'an County." Xie Taichu said.

"Since the Taoist priest has led the Daolu Division to evacuate, why come back to this muddy water?" Ning Wang asked again, "When the disaster is imminent, we will fly separately, not to mention the chaos in the Tian family."

"Since they have married, they are husband and wife." Xie Taichu said, "There is absolutely no reason to wait until death."

King Ning laughed: "How is the Daoist going to save him? Can you save him?"

Xie Taichu looked around and said: "There are three floors inside and outside the camp. The twelve guards total 8000 households. There are also [-] troops brought by Mr. Han, and they are well-equipped. What's more, I'm only one person... I'm not arrogant enough to think that I can take away King Le'an."

"The Taoist leader knows it well." Shu Liang mocked him.

Xie Taichu turned a deaf ear, and only said to King Ning: "King Ning, Zhao Ji bears the mandate of heaven, and is the image of the Son of Heaven."

"Hahahaha——!" King Ning laughed loudly, and said viciously again, "Thank you Taichu! This king has treated you with courtesy, and I have been begging Qingxing Pavilion to take care of this king for a year. You know what I want, but you keep silent. Now It’s an open mouth. Do you think I still need to listen to your words, and still need Qingxing Pavilion to follow behind to flatter you?! It’s too late!”

"I need it." Xie Taichu was still as calm as before, "His Royal Highness needed it in the past, and needs it even more now. Through Xie Taichu's mouth, he uttered the fateful words of the Qingxing Pavilion. The prince doesn't care how the history books remember you. Rewriting history again is, which flourishing age is not such a whitewash. It's just...even if it is a whitewash, there must be a reason. If the name is not right, the words will not go well, and if the words don't go well, nothing will happen. Your Highness can kill all the clan members today , Tomorrow, the government and the people can be washed with blood, but the day after tomorrow, do you want to kill all the people in the world? If the world is eccentric, the imperial power is no different from building on quicksand, and the overthrow is only in the morning and evening. After all... Ning Wang can kill his brother and seize the throne, can others Can't?"

King Ning choked.

As soon as he said this, King Ning's face became ferocious, he almost gritted his teeth and said: "Even if you say so, this king has no reason to leave King Su's blood! This king still understands that there will be no future troubles."

"The king of Le'an County has a diseased leg and cannot be the emperor. His body is weak. It is God's favor that he survived this time. What is the future trouble?"

"His legs have been healed by you and he can walk with crutches. Given time, he will be able to walk freely." Shu Liang said, "It might be inappropriate to spare Zhao Yuan's life this time, please think twice, my lord."

Xie Taichu drew his sword abruptly, swung the sword flower, then quickly retracted the sword and stood with his hands behind his back.

Looking at Zhao Yuan's feet and right wrist, the meridians have been cut, and blood is flowing out.It's just that his mind has been broken long ago, so there will be no reaction, but he hugged King Su's head more tightly with his left hand.

"Now Zhao Yuan's meridians have been broken by me again. Even the right wrist." Xie Taichu said again, "He will never stand up again in this life. If you don't believe me, you can ask a doctor to try it."

Where can I find a doctor after the chaos?

"If there is no such thing as the Qingxing Pavilion...has the lord ever thought about it?" Xie Taichu asked King Ning again, "No matter how prosperous the lord will open up in the future, if the lord is mentioned by later generations, he will be on the same level as Xia Jie and Shang Zhou. Would you be willing?"

As soon as these words came out, King Ning was finally moved.

He said, "Zhao Yuan can let go."

Shu Liang exclaimed: "My lord! No way!"

King Ning raised his hand to stop Shu Liang from dissuading him, saying: "Zhao Yuan was deprived of his title, demoted to a commoner, expelled from Beijing, entered Qingdi, confined to Ningxia Wei, and cannot be separated for life. But you..."

He looked at Xie Taichu.

"Follow me back to the capital, seal the real person, and give me the order to be promoted to the second rank."

Xie Taichu bowed to thank you.

Then he turned around, lifted his robe and squatted down, holding Zhao Yuan in his arms.

Zhao Yuan trembled and struggled as if frightened.

"Your Highness, don't be afraid." Xie Taichu whispered to him slowly, "I am Xie Taichu, here to pick up Your Highness, to pick up Your Highness—"

Hearing his voice, Zhao Yuan raised his eyes to look at him, his once bright eyes became lifeless at this moment, blood and tears slid down his cheeks and landed on Xie Taichu's fingertips.

He practiced the way of ruthlessness. For many, many years, his heart was like an ancient well without waves.

A person's fate, a person's fate, and a person's ups and downs are just a bubble in this vast world, which rises from the huge waves of history, and then shatters silently.

There should be no time and no time to stop and mourn for this.

But that tear, which seemed to be filled with scorching pain, actually dripped down on the tip of his heart at this moment, causing his heart to stop suddenly.

Xie Taichu held Zhao Yuan's hand tightly, and said firmly, "I'll take His Highness home."