This villain has become a ghost

Nangong Mingzhu suddenly retracted the knife, and the blood on the knife was quickly washed away by the rain. He said in a deep voice:

"Yanagi Zeyin, you are a natural born general."

His eyes were deep, as if he was looking at him through memories, or as if he was looking at many people:

"Someone once said that the world's destiny was about to end, on the verge of destruction, so... they gambled everything and gave all their destiny to me and Qian Shang."

"But in Daying, the literary masters include Qiu Lin, Shen Yue, Su Hui, Su Shaoran, Nangong Qianshang, as well as Wei Yanzhi and Min Caizhe... In terms of military affairs, there is Song Haotian, the four generals including you, and the Marquis of Wu'an..."

"Aren't you also the luck of Daying?"

Most of these people are very young.

At that time, the entire Daying was riddled with holes and rotten.

Nangong Mingzhu, who had just ascended the throne, was also very young. He looked at these people who were as young, energetic and talented as him, and promoted them to the backbone of the court, replacing those pedantic conservatives and injecting fresh blood into the court.

He originally thought that even if Daying had been rotten from the root, he could try his best to revive it.

But in his previous life, he really failed.

Even though he and Nangong Qianshang cooperated with each other, one in the light and one in the dark, one in black and one in white, they still failed when they were only one step away from success.

And it wasn't until this life that he understood...

Among the so-called "fresh blood" he thought of, some had long been driven mad by the darkness and corruption of the past and no longer had any illusions about the so-called hope and future.

They would rather destroy than rebuild.

The river outside the city was flooded, and the fire rain on the wall was completely extinguished. In the darkness, the sounds of fighting, horses neighing, weapons clashing, blood and flesh flying, and heavy rain... mixed together.

On the city wall, Yin Yun was knocked back a few steps and was almost exhausted, but he still gritted his teeth and fought with the enemy.

Liu Zeyin took a few steps back, fell off his horse into the mud, and was quickly washed down by the heavy rain. The wounds on his body and the torn sleeves were exposed to the air.

A fishy smell rose from his throat, and he smiled bitterly:

"Luck...hahahaha...luck..."

"It's too late. It's too late."

"Even though I know what the outcome will be, this is my own choice."

"I don't regret standing with her, nor do I regret being her pawn, and I don't regret everything I did."

His horse lost its footing and fell to the ground. Nangong Mingzhu looked down at him from the horse, but he did not feel happy at all. Instead, he frowned and sighed softly.

The rain continued to pour, and the ground was muddy, yet dawn had already broken. Dark clouds still obscured the sun, but a few scattered rays of light shone through the dark sky, illuminating the battlefield where the dead were buried in their hides.

Zhou Ji was stabbed in the ribs by Lin Yuan's sword and collapsed to the ground. His whole body was wrapped in mud and it was impossible to tell how much blood he had lost.

He struggled to get up, but the heart-wrenching pain in his bone marrow and flesh made him unable to move.

Lin Yuan rode his horse quickly and decisively, and cut off his head with one sword.

Then, countless soldiers trampled down the stairs and climbed over the city wall. Huge logs were lifted and slammed into the already fragile city gate.

Yin Yun stood at the edge of the city wall, his eyes bloodshot with killing intent. He endured the severe pain and dizziness to chop off the arrow that pierced his body, and half-knelt on the ground trembling. He was surrounded by enemy troops all around.

He took one last deep look at Liu Zeyin, closed his eyes, struggled to get up, roared, and staggered towards the soldier closest to him.

However, with his current ability to move, he is no longer able to hurt anyone.

Seeing him suddenly attack, the soldiers stabbed at him with several swords, and arrows from under the city pierced his chest one after another with "thump thump".

The rain was no longer able to wash away the blood gushing from his body.

There was a dead blackness before my eyes.

The heart-wrenching pain in his body was numbed by the cold rain, and even the pain seemed to be relieved a lot.

My consciousness finally began to fade.

Yin Yun could feel that his body was as light as a kite, falling from the high city wall and landing on the pile of corpses.

Suddenly, many images flashed through my mind.

There are scenes of him as Ye Yunshi in Yizhou City, and also scenes of him as Yin Yunshi running around... There are Ye Mingyan, Yue Liuyun, Han Wei, Wei Yanzhi, Jiang Wenjin, Liu Zeyin... too many people's faces.

His life was just like a floating duckweed.

All that I ask for is not answered, all that I wish for is not desired, all that I know is not seen, and all that I love is not obtained...

And the person playing chess is his own sister.

As a chess piece, his death was worthy.

The bitterness on Yin Yun's lips dissipated, and he finally closed his eyes.

No breath at all.

As the huge trees hit the city gate again and again, the shaky city gate finally collapsed, and the army poured into the city like a surging wave.

Liu Zeyin struggled to stand up and fight again, but eventually fell powerlessly into the mud. He held his sword with one hand, trying hard to support himself from falling.

He raised his blurry eyes, looked at Nangong Mingzhu, and smiled bitterly:

"His Majesty……"

"If possible, please tell Yue Liuyun...

"I...I am willing to believe what she said."

He doesn't hate her.

...I would even often think of the words she once said late at night, the country she described...that was revived when it was on the verge of collapse.

He understood what she wanted to do and her ideals.

Perhaps, at some unintentional moment, in the humble thoughts hidden quietly in his heart, he also had a trace of... the thought of wanting to invest in hope.

...But before this faint thought could even come to mind, he ruthlessly suppressed it.

He can't turn back.

There is no way he would betray Ye Zhaoxi.

This hope... is still too late.

Nangong Mingzhu frowned:

"What did she tell you?"

...What is it that Yanagize Yin is still thinking about when she is on the verge of death?

Liu Zeyin did not answer him.

He suddenly realized something...

...Yue Liuyun must be very important to Nangong Mingzhu. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so concerned about her affairs.

At the same time, Liu Zeyin recalled the scene at the foot of the parade ground mountain that day when Nangong Mingzhu hugged Yue Liuyun tightly.

Afterwards... Nangong Mingzhu found another excuse and took her to the palace to recuperate, nominally for Marquis Wu'an, but in fact it was not the case.

One by one...

Liu Zeyin closed her eyes.

...It turns out that everything has a traceable path.

Liu Zeyin covered his eyes and smiled bitterly, blood flowing from his eyes down his cheeks. Then he stopped smiling and sighed softly:

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, since she is so important to you..."

"Now it's your turn to make a choice."