Who's home tonight, Bian Zhouzi

The human heart is like a callus, which will always be hardened.The more stubborn a person is, the easier it is to obtain this sturdy armor.The cruelest thing in the world is not that you can't or don't want to, but that you have to.

Zeng Jingzhao asked herself that the emperor who has been guarding the throne for so many years, in addition to the cruelty, moodiness, grace and power in the emperor's art, she also has an extra ability to endure loneliness.When she was a princess in the early years, there were relatives and nobles who privately said that Princess Qinghe had such a cold temper.After so many years, she has never seen anyone fall in love with her, nor does she look like she is going to get married.Tsk tsk, yes!Maybe no one would dare to marry her!

She has heard such things a lot, and when she was young, she would think about it herself, is she really a person with a cold nature?She really didn't like the people around her.Naturally, whether it is the father, queen, mother and younger brother who are in the same camp, or some clan members who are naturally in the opposing camp, or the servants around them, there is no special favor.She seemed to be a piece of ice.She even likes cooler and darker colors. Even now that she is the emperor, she doesn't like her unique bright yellow. She would rather leave the bright yellow to her younger brother and want navy blue for herself.

She also likes Xuan Hei.Maybe because of this, she likes Duan Dizhi, the military attache who entered the palace at the beginning of the year.Duan Dizhi is the only daughter of Duan Erdong. After being a hero, she is also a master of martial arts. She was also her own bodyguard who was specially summoned by the emperor to the palace and appointed as the left supervisor of Yulin {1}.Duan Dizhi held his black long sword and dressed in the black robe of a general of Yubayashi, appearing in front of him more gentle than all the men in the world, and more heroic than all the women in the world.

In front of her father, she didn't say much, but took the order and led Duan Dizhi back.Back in her palace, she asked this man who looked like a statue, are you Duan Dizhi? "Yes." Without saying a word, she stood a step away from the inner palace gate, with her right hand behind her waist and her left hand holding the knife.Zeng Jingzhao is not good at small talk, especially this kind of small talk that can be regarded as unnecessary.She wanted to tell Duan Dizhi, come here, in early spring and March, it is still cold in late spring.But it won't be anything special if you say it, and it doesn't seem to have any effect if you don't say it.When I was a teenager, I met once or twice, and it seemed that there was no friendship, so I don't need to repeat it: she gave a cold "um", and raised her voice to ask the maid to close the door, and let Duan Dizhi just perform his official duties freely, and she was going to sleep.

It's early spring and March again.It was ten years ago.Zeng Jingzhao was admiring the moon on the terrace in navy blue casual clothes, and Lan Zhi, the court lady who had served for many years, took a cloak and put it on for her.She was too lazy to say "I'm not cold", and Lan Zhi didn't bother to tell her anymore.The master and servant just stood on the cold balcony of the bedroom and looked at the slightly weak moon.Unlike others, Lan Zhi never guessed what the master was thinking.Whether she is a princess or an emperor, she never speculates on her thoughts.

For a long time, the cold air lingered on his side as if he was afraid of the chill in the emperor's heart. "Lan Zhi." "The maidservant is here." "Do you think she will look at the same moon as me now?"

Lan Zhi looked at the moon, and there happened to be a stream of clouds passing by, and the moonlight through the thin stream of clouds showed colorful colors instead. "My maidservant heard that the wind is strong in the Western Regions, so there should be no clouds to block the moonlight." Zeng Jingzhao didn't say anything after hearing this.Soon he turned around and walked into the hall.Walking into the room, she untied the cloak and handed it to the maid. Lan Zhi was about to serve her to sleep, but she suddenly said, "Bring me the map of the Western Regions."

When the detailed map of the Western Regions was spread out in front of her, she held a candle with her own hands, and carefully swayed the writing on it, mountains, rivers, and towns and passes.Until he found Duan Dizhi's location.Of course she knew the place well.Why Duan Dizhi went, where did he come back from, and why did he go again? It was all her own decree, the place she chose, and the jade seal she sealed.

Dysprosium.

When his father sent Duan Dizhi to his side, Duan Dizhi was 19 years old, he was 20 years old, his father was 44 years old, and his younger brother was two years old.Duan Dizhi's father, Duan Erdong, died two years ago.Her father's last official position was General Hussars {2}, and he spent his whole life working hard at the front. He didn't return to the capital until he couldn't keep going, and soon died of old illness.An only daughter, she was raised by her side since she was a child, and when she was a little older, she was handed back to her grandfather who was also a martial arts master.It is said that when Duan Erdong was dying, he told his only daughter that he must serve the Zeng family loyally.

She asked Duan Dizhi if he still remembered how many times the two of them met when they were young, and they were all on occasions like Mid-Autumn Festival banquets. "I remember." "Why do I remember when I was so young, and we only met once?" "Because my life since I was a child was either in the army or practicing martial arts. It has been the same for more than ten years, and there are not many changes." She lightly Laughing lightly, he scratched the bridge of Duan Dizhi's nose with his hand.Duan Dizhi's face is always pale, but his eyebrows are thick and black, his eyes are like dots of ink, and his clothes are only black and white throughout the year. He is seven feet long and holds a long knife in his hand. Always feel terrible.She only decides how much to restrain her hostility, whether to be humble or arrogant because of the other party's status.The old emperor told her that there are only two people who can give you orders, one is Zhen and the other is the princess.The rest of the people don't need to care.

At that time, she had been with her for a year.They got along day and night for a whole year, and never went back during the Chinese New Year—she said that she had nowhere to go, and she had no relatives alive, "It's better to stay in the palace. Besides, the New Year is also very dangerous." Zeng Jingzhao took pity on her, and reached out to touch her cheek.Her intimacy with her is nothing more than that, but it is already rare for her.

In just one year, she had already repelled six waves of assassins for Zeng Jingzhao.The crown prince is young, and the atmosphere of the court is also open. The father's intention is to let the daughter take care of the throne for the younger brother. When the son grows up, the daughter will give him the throne.He is worried about the courtiers, and he is absolutely unwilling to appoint any ministers who take care of his life; he feels that the authority is insufficient for his daughter to be the regent.He is familiar with his daughter's temperament, he knows that she is indifferent by nature, but she is also full of political talent, so she will be able to transition safely, as long as, as long as life is there.

The clan members all said that when the emperor died and Zeng Jingzhao was killed, anyone could compete for the position of regent, and it would be much more convenient to add fake yellow axes and nine tins.Everyone sharpened their knives and spared no expense to kill Zeng Jingzhao.With the emperor's serious illness, Zeng Jingzhao was ordered to supervise the country, and the person who killed her became blatant.Less than a month after Duan Dizhi entered the palace, a group of people sent him to die.That night, Zeng Jingzhao was still reviewing the memorials in the hall, and Duan Dizhi was patrolling outside the hall.Zeng Jingzhao suddenly heard the sound of gold and iron clashing, followed by four or five screams.Before she could react, she heard Duan Dizhi's voice, and she ordered the guards who might not know what had happened to collect the body, and the assassin's body was also packed.Opening the door again, Zeng Jingzhao saw that she was holding a long knife in her right hand, shaking it lightly to remove the blood, sheathed the long knife, and cupped her hands in the hall.

"What's the matter?" She didn't panic at all, she looked from the bright place to the dark place, and vaguely saw three corpses at the entrance of the main hall. "Reporting to Your Highness, I was patrolling the east side just now. I heard footsteps on the roof. When I went up, I saw these four assassins. So I shot them down." Zeng Jingzhao naturally understood that this was a master who could only be discovered by her, so she asked: "Do you recognize them?" Who and what sect are they from?" Duan Dizhi said, "Maybe they are disciples of the Five Elders of Songshan Mountain. But I'm not good at martial arts, so I can't be sure."

Zeng Jingzhao didn't have any intention of investigating at first, so she thought that was all there was to it.She knew that her uncles and cousins ​​all wanted her life, so if she thought about it, it would be enough to send four quacks at once. With Duan Dizhi, it shouldn't be a problem.So he ordered the matter to be publicized to Dali Temple, where the head was cut off and hung on the tower of the capital.I thought this would be enough, but I didn't know that it just changed the market.Two months later, the disciple died, and the master was sent.She was chatting with Concubine Xian in the imperial garden, and two assassins came to her door, and the imperial garden flew away for a while.Duan Dizhi was restrained by one of the white-haired old men, but the yellow-haired old man hit the rockery with his palm, the boulder shattered immediately, and the broken stone filled with internal energy flew towards Zeng Jingzhao.Duan Dizhi had no choice but to fly over and move the knife like a circle to block all the broken stones.

When Zeng Jingzhao saw her coming, he ignored the white-haired old man behind him and slapped her on the back.

The rubble dispersed, the three of them stood in a stalemate, and blood flowed from the corner of Duan Dizhi's mouth.The yellow-haired old man laughed loudly, and the white-haired old man nodded and said, "As expected of Wang Yuanwu's disciple! It's a pity that I have to kill you today!" The guards of the feather forest had already surrounded them and dared not go forward. Everyone knew that at this moment only One of Duan Di can resist, if she falls, there will be no use for a thousand or ten thousand Habayashi soldiers.

Habayashi Zhonglang will come over and persuade Zeng Jingzhao to leave quickly.Zeng Jingzhao glared at him, "Let's go? If Duan Dizhi dies here, is it the same as where I go?" Duan Dizhi swung his right hand, held the knife in his backhand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and said with a light smile, "Today, I am lucky to have two It is a great honor to fight against two seniors. However, I have a mission, so I am offended!" As soon as the words fell, the figures of the three moved in an instant, and the movements were so fast that others could not see how to make a move.The two old men also tacitly planned to kill Duan Dizhi first, and then clean up the people who could not resist them at the scene.

For the first time in her life, she felt worried about a person who was not related by blood.

Not enough time for Zhong Lang to persuade him a second time, the three of them stopped immediately.As the dust cleared, Zeng Jingzhao saw Duan Dizhi's long knife slit the necks of the two of them.She clenched a fist with her left hand and slapped the yellow-haired old man's palm hard, while the white-haired old man hit her under the ribs with one palm and chopped the knife with the other.

However, this palm, just like the other hand of the yellow-haired old man, was cut off by the jet-black knife.

The two fell to the ground in despair, and Duan Dizhi was almost unable to stand still, so he could barely support the ground with a knife and vomited blood.

Lying on the dragon bed, she recalled that palm, which stuck to her ribs exactly.Later the imperial physician told her that Duan Dizhi hurt her own bones with fist punches, but it didn't matter; it was two palms in vain, not to mention broken ribs, internal injuries were also serious.But things didn't give Duan Dizhi a chance to cultivate.She refused to go home, and Zeng Jingzhao knew very well that once she left, there would be another wave of similar assassins, and he would still die.So the maid was asked to tidy up the rooms in her bedroom, and let her live in the palace, while recuperating, while on duty.

That winter, she watched Duan Dizhi hang his broken arm and wear a black robe, still guarding herself like a stone lion.

The lights in the bedroom have been turned off.In the past, she could always see Duan Dizhi's figure outside the tent, as long as there was moonlight, she seemed to be able to see it.But now, Zeng Jingzhao, who was lying on the dragon bed, smiled wryly, and he hadn't seen him for several years.Close your eyes, the red cloak she wore on the day she left was as bright red as the blood she spit out back then.

The author has something to say:

{1}From the official system of the Eastern Han Dynasty.

{2} from Chinese system

What is it that motivates me to write this quickly?It's PO to JJ...

The Silk Road series may issue blades in the future, um...