Rebirth: Remarrying the Emperor's Uncle

Chapter 147 Assassination (Part )
Han Youning leaned on the pillow, put on a comfortable posture, looked at Zhao Chengyuan, "Yes."

Zhao Chengyuan said, "Bodhisattvas are people's hearts, not catastrophes. The only way to overcome suffering in the world is to overcome it yourself."

Han Youning said, "So, my lord thinks that I blame the Bodhisattva for not being compassionate enough, is it wrong?"

Thinking of how she broke down and cried a few days ago, and how she couldn't restrain her emotions when she mentioned her family, Zhao Chengyuan sighed lowly.

I just feel bad, your heart is too bitter.

He caressed Han Youning's frowning brows, wanting to relax them for her, "What a Bodhisattva can do is to make your heart less bitter."

Just like when he was at the top of Cangyuan Mountain.The Buddha just kept him from becoming a demon, and he had to bear the suffering by himself.

Han Youning gently closed her eyes, suppressing the moisture in her eyes. How did the Bodhisattva overcome her suffering?

With a low voice, she said slowly, "My lord, do you know how much I hate you? I want to be buried with the people from Yongping Houhe's house, and I want to be buried with the whole second room. Hou was hacked into pieces, let him taste the fear and pain of my relatives before they died."

"I know."

Han Youning opened her tearful eyes, and the corners of her mouth twitched, "You know? The loss of parents, relatives, and more than two hundred lives. How can someone who has not experienced this kind of heart-piercing pain and hatred know?"

Zhao Chengyuan didn't answer, he stroked her eyes, "Close your eyes, I'll blow the xun for you."

He took out a green jade xun from his bosom, brought it close to his lips, and a simple and melodious melody flowed out.

Simple and simple, only for the sound of the earth.

Han Youning closed his eyes and listened.

Long time no listen.

On the top of the mountain, she loved to listen to him blowing the xun most. At that time, there was no sadness in her heart, and it was only pleasant to her ears.

At this moment, it sounds like a sound that seems to have come across thousands of years, distant and desolate.

It seems to have experienced the vast desert of gold and iron horses. The wind and sand blow by, and the broken walls stand between the sky and the earth, making a low whimper.

Before I knew it, I fell asleep.

In the dream, there were gold and iron horses, swords and swords contending, a stunning young man in white clothes stained with blood, holding a long sword and riding a horse on the battlefield, the blood behind him dyed the lead-heavy sky red.

The low-pitched horn, the whimpering wind, and the blood-colored battle robe are all buzzing.

Suddenly, the vastness of blood disappeared, only a piece of grassland, wild flowers all over the mountains, there were birds singing in the spring stream, and there was warmth like water.

Zhao Chengyuan kept blowing, and the Xun sound lingered in the room, lingering around.

He didn't stop until the little person on the couch stretched his eyebrows and took a long breath.

He opened the short table to the ground, arranged the pillows, picked up Han Youning and laid her flat, and covered her with a brand new brocade quilt.

Ling'er, who was lying on the edge of the collapse and drowsy, opened her eyes and glanced at King Jin's movements when she heard the movement, then closed her eyes numbly and fell asleep completely.

Zhao Chengyuan continued to blow the Xun.

Luo Ping walked to the leopard-shaped copper incense burner, lit the incense, and the incense was sweet and wafting, slowly spreading in the room.

Ye Chang and Duan Yi were still in the room, and Luo Ping gave each of them a pill.

Knowing the effect of the pill, Ye Chang looked serious, and asked with his eyes after taking the pill: What happened?
Luo Ping pointed to the floor.

Ye Chang's face turned cold, "Do you know the origin?"

Luo Ping shook his head, "I just found out, something is wrong."

Luo Ping, Ye Chang and Duan Yi became vigilant.

Not long after, the sound of horseshoes came from the street.

There were guards clearing the street in front, and the people who watched the excitement were driven to the side of the road, and soldiers blocked it with a wall.

Zhao Chengyuan stood in front of the window, the sound of Xun remained the same.

The crowd was crowded on the street not far away, surging towards this side.

Headed by the emperor's guard of honor, after the lengthy guard of honor is a large and luxurious dragon carriage, with a nine-fold canopy, decorated with gold, jade and jewelry, with copper walls and iron walls inside, and drawn by eight horses.

Emperor Qingming Zhao Chengche was not in the car, but was riding on horseback wearing a dragon robe and light armor.

He doesn't like riding in a carriage, it's an expression of coveting comfort and weakness, he likes war horses and battle clothes to show his strength and ambition.

Riding side by side with Emperor Qingming on horseback was Dingguo Gong Han Jun in black clothes and black armor.The black and shiny full armor made him look like an iron tower, stern and majestic.

Behind them, there are hundreds of soldiers in armor, majestic and majestic, with heavy steps.

The people on the side of the road shouted "Long live the emperor!" "Dinggong is mighty!"

That is the people's admiration for the strong and the victor. No matter the blood or darkness behind it, they can only see the colorful scenery.

There are many young women among them, protected by their family servants, looking affectionately at the two most eye-catching men on the street——

The current emperor, who is in the prime of life, has passed his forties, but there are not many traces of the years, and his appearance is handsome and majestic.

And Ding Guogong, who has just reached the age of , is powerful and heroic, and he is a hero admired by many women.

Following the sound of the xun, Han Jun's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he looked up to the third floor.

Then I saw a white dress standing by the window, with black hair and a beautiful face, like an exile.

There was a pause in the low Xun sound, and suddenly a high-pitched melody pierced through the air, impassioned and majestic, like a galloping army of thousands of horses, with a murderous aura.

Han Jun slowly pressed his hands on the hilt of his sword, like a lion bowing and waiting for an opportunity.

At the same time, he turned his head and lowered his voice to the adjutant who was following him, "Send the order and be alert!"

"Yes!"

The adjutant retreated without a trace, conveying Ding Guogong's order backwards.

Emperor Qingming raised his eyes and looked upstairs, then turned his head and smiled at Han Jun, "Young Master Fengyue, what are you afraid of?"

He knew that King Jin came here. King Chengjun reported this matter last night. King Jin wanted to drink in Qingchun Building, and the Imperial Forest Army could not be arranged in his room.

Holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, Han Jun said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, be careful when traveling."

Emperor Qingming laughed and said, "You are worrying too much. Before you set up your formation to kill the enemy, would you stand in front of the enemy army and tell them that I am going to attack?"

Han Jun said, "When you are confident, you will."

Emperor Qingming frowned.

There are not many ministers who do not follow his words.

One is the Duke of Ding, and the other is the old Marquis of Anling.

Even if Jin Wang had a different heart for him, he didn't have the ability to be confident.

Emperor Qingming's displeasure was only momentary, and then he was interrupted by a sharp arrow whistling.

Upstairs on both sides of the road, the rain of arrows slanted down, heading straight for the middle of the road.

Han Jun waved his sword to block, and shouted, "Southwest Army, the first team and the second team block and cover, and the third team goes upstairs!"

"Yes!" The Southwest Army roared murderously on the street.

After many years, Emperor Qingming once again drew out the saber from his waist to kill the enemy.

"Escort!" "Escort!"

King Cheng roared, and the Imperial Forest Army led by him also formed a circle, protecting Emperor Qingming in the center, and slowly moved towards Longjia.

There was a sudden chaos on the street, and the people screamed in horror and crowded into the shops.

The sound of the xun became gentle again, comforting the frowning man in his sleep.

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