[Xiye] Sword Bearer

The emperor was deeply shocked.

The emperor's shock has two meanings. One is that being an emperor is a long-term career, and he must think far-reaching for the country; It goes without saying that business has become a climate of its own, and this may not be a good thing for the Son of Heaven.

The emperor said: "The southeast coast stretches for thousands of miles. Even if the ban on access to the city is lifted, many ports can't be suddenly released. They are all crowded and difficult to manage. I think we can try one place first."

The emperor's opinion was expected, and Ye Gucheng waited for him to continue.

But the emperor threw the ball to him: "You are familiar with Binhai affairs, where do you think opening up is appropriate?"

Ye Gucheng had already thought of Mingyue Port.

In all fairness, Moon Harbor is not the best choice in terms of geographical location and business scale, but with the affairs of the 24th general of Moon Harbor first, he is selfishly inclined to open Moon Harbor—at least the imminent conflict can be temporarily eliminated.But the emperor was suspicious. He was worried that if he said Yuegang directly, the emperor would suspect that he had come prepared.

Ye Gucheng said casually: "Yunxiao City, Baimeiling and Mingyue Port all have ports and wharves. Your Majesty can choose the best one to lift the ban."

The emperor nodded. These places are not big cities. Except for the locals, it is impossible to figure out such a detailed coastal geography immediately. The emperor wrote these place names and stayed for consideration.

He looked up at Ye Gucheng who was still standing there, and suddenly felt that they had something in common.

Many people have a chivalrous dream, thinking that they can be free and happy, but the top swordsman in the Jianghu has such heavy thoughts;

Almost everyone has a dream of being an emperor, thinking that they can live and die for glory and wealth, but the self on the throne is also so entangled in life.

People are all caught in the net, why do they have wings?

After the emperor finished writing, Ye Gucheng was still staring at him.So he said: "I have already approved this matter. When the imperial court promulgates new policies, there must always be some arrangements. Do you want to see that I will write and issue the edict now?"

Ye Gucheng said: "Your Majesty is willing to write, that's the best."

The emperor raised his sleeves and said: "The son of heaven has a golden mouth, and since I have agreed, I will not talk empty words. Otherwise, even if I write the edict now, I will not issue it. It is useless without 'clear hair'."

The emperor put away his pen and ink, and asked, "After the decisive battle with Ximen Chuuxue on September [-]th, has your swordsmanship improved?"

Asking such a question to the defeated side, according to others, it is exactly which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted, but the emperor's tone is gentle and natural, Ye Gucheng can only reach out his hand not to hit the smiling man, nodded and said: "Ximen Chuuxue's swordsmanship is very impressive , I also made a little progress."

The emperor asked again: "Ximen Chuuxue stabbed you, I wonder if the injury can heal?"

Ye Gucheng knew that he looked sick now, and the emperor didn't mention that Tu Fang injured him with a sword, so he didn't mention it, he just said: "I haven't recovered yet."

He was conceited, and said: "It should be fine in the future."

The emperor looked happy: "That's great."

He slapped his hands twice and said: "You haven't recovered yet, and you don't have any accomplices, and Lu Xiaofeng and Ximen Chuuxue are not here, this time my people should be able to take them down."

Ye Gucheng immediately realized what he was talking about, but his expression remained the same, and he only joked: "Don't you feel that you are too close to me, Your Majesty?"

The emperor said: "As you said, you don't have a sword in your hand, but the sword in your heart can only hurt yourself."

Ye Gucheng said: "It is not necessary to use a sword to kill someone."

The emperor smiled and said: "I know you have some special methods for killing people. Lu Xiaofeng chased Gongsun Lan for several miles and couldn't succeed. You can kill her with a ribbon. But now you won't kill me at all."

Ye Gucheng said: "Your Majesty is so sure?"

The emperor laughed, and laughed: "You have tried everything possible to force the palace, not to kill me. I have agreed to lift the ban, and your goal has been achieved. I know you dare not do it. If you kill me at this time, you can guarantee Will the succeeding emperor also lift the ban? It will only be stricter and the killings will be heavier!"

Ye Gucheng was speechless.

"I don't want to kill you, but I have to kill you. It's not because you trespassed in the palace and exposed yourself to the king. It's because I want to use your strategy." The emperor said slowly, "Good governance must belong to the court."

The dead soldiers in the dark appeared one after another, entered the study room, and surrounded them.

Ye Gucheng sighed, he just stood still, with his hands down.

The ship owners in the South China Sea couldn't understand his heart when he entered the Central Plains alone.

The accomplice Nan Wang didn't know that he had other arms.

Lu Xiaofeng didn't know that he didn't have the intention of killing the king at the beginning.

Only the emperor understands, the emperor understands everything, so the emperor must kill him.

The emperor also sighed, and said: "Life and death are within the power of the king. I really want to kill you, and it is not difficult at all. It's just that as the emperor, what I want is not to kill people, but to let the heroes of the world enter my trap. In this way, I did not win. Unfortunately, I dare not take risks. In the world, flowers and leaves do not match each other, and there is nothing to do when flowers fall into golden pots and leaves become dust."

When Ximen Chuuxue found out that Ye Gucheng was not in the house, he was not particularly flustered, he just took care of him, and did not prohibit Ye Gucheng's actions.Although the day when he carried the person back in the snow was a big shock to him, Ye Gucheng is not an absurd person, even if he went out, he should have prepared more carefully than before.

Getting along day and night, Ximen Chuuxue knows exactly what kind of feelings arise in his heart, he never avoids or distorts them, but he also knows his moral and family responsibilities to the world, and he knows what kind of person Ye Gucheng is.

Lu Xiaofeng once told him uncontrollably that although he respected and worried about his two swordsman friends equally, he never realized that Ye Gucheng had human love and affection.

Ximen Chuuxue is not Lu Xiaofeng, but Ye Gucheng also told him that he only needs to be honest with the sword, not with others.You only need to look at Ye Gucheng's sword to know that Cheng Yujian's style is no lower than that of Cheng Yuren, but he said so, which means he categorically rejected the favor.

Ximen Chuuxue could feel that Ye Gucheng was more decisive and isolated than him, and he didn't want to change him. The reason why the Flying Immortal of Heaven is the Flying Immortal of Heaven is that it is so ruthless and desireless, which is beyond the reach of ordinary people.As for myself, being able to meet him alive and discuss swords together is a pleasure that I have never thought of before, and it is enough to hide my secrets for selfishness.

Since the last healing, Ye Gucheng occupied his master bedroom, Ximen Chuixue paced into the room, and suddenly saw Ye Gucheng's sword beside his pillow.He had a faint feeling in his heart that something was wrong, and looked back at the sword stand, the sword he gave to Ye Gucheng was also on the stand.He had seen his own sword on his wall this morning.

In other words, Ye Gucheng did not take a sword when he went out this time.

Ximen Chuuxue knew exactly how the two of them could not leave their swords, but Ye Gucheng, who was able to move freely, didn't even have a sword.

Giving up the sword means giving up life.

Thinking of Lu Xiaofeng's mention of Wei Ziyun's location that day, and thinking of Ye Gucheng's silence these past few days, a sliver of chill that was as severe as the cold winter soaked into Ximen Chuuxue's chest.

Ximen Chuuxue reached out to the pillow and picked up the sword with his icy fingertips. He saw the letter that was pressed together by the sword and the pillow.He quickly pulled out the folded letter paper and shook it open.The texture of each letter paper is very thick, and the ink used is also very thick, Ximen Chuuxue couldn't care about it, he read it at a glance.

When I first met you more than ten years ago, I admired you.

At that time, you were still young, and the unforgettable things were not only your sword, but also the bamboo flute you played.