Chapter 61 The small dark room opens~

The remaining tasks were to deal with prisoners of war and clean up the battlefield. Most of the survivors who surrendered were slaves from other races. Unlike the warriors with strong bodies and bulging muscles, they were all emaciated, skinny, and had numb faces.

Regardless of their ethnicity or cultural beliefs, the most oppressed people always suffer from such a miserable state.

However, there are some children left behind by the upper class of the alien race. These children have been indoctrinated with the idea of ​​warriors since childhood, and the worship and plunder of the flesh has penetrated into their bones.

Zhou Huaiyan was in no mood to do anything to enlighten the people. He only ordered that those who surrendered be taken back to the Great Zhou as slaves, and those who resisted be beheaded on the spot.

"Regardless of age or gender, anyone who dares to resist or shows hatred on their face will be put to death."

Not just resistance, but any sign of hatred must be eradicated.

But Ye Lingyun suddenly had a dispute with the soldiers who were clearing the battlefield because of a five-year-old mixed-race child who looked like a Zhou person.

The child's face was filled with anger, and he even cursed. According to the rules, he should have been executed, but Ye Lingyun came to plead for mercy, saying that the child could be spared.

At that time, Zhou Huaiyan's face was pale, but his expression was as calm as ever.

He stared at her for a long while, but his tone was not as fierce as Ye Lingyun imagined, full of rebuke and anger. Instead, it was more gentle.

He said to her,

"Ling Yun, you are kind, which is a very good quality. But if you use this kindness in the wrong place, it will become a knife that others use to stab you."

The handsome prince raised his hand slightly, and the guards behind him immediately stepped forward and picked up the group of foreign children who were huddled together like little chicks.

Then, they found many daggers, blades, insects, and even stolen explosive packs.

In an instant, Ye Lingyun's face turned pale.

"Your Highness..."

Hongdou stepped forward and explained,

"Ms. Ye, just now, a group of children who were brainwashed by foreigners to become warriors stole explosive packs during the final cleanup of the battlefield and killed more than a dozen Da Zhou soldiers. Some of them also poisoned our food,"

Bang!

Ye Lingyun knelt down and kowtowed.

"Ling Yun is confused! Your Highness, please punish him."

However, Zhou Huaiyan just glanced at her, said nothing, turned and left, his snow-white shoulders slightly stained with red.

When the group of foreign children stole the explosive packs, Zhou Huaiyan was the first to discover it and ordered people to stop them. However, he was standing too close and was injured by the flying stones.

At least it wasn't serious, just a little scratch on the skin.

When General Yun Fei learned about it, he was furious and personally led his troops to clear out the prisoners. From that day on, the ruins were all red. That night, Ye Lingyun also participated in it. Since then, no matter what she faced, she never softened her heart.

The subsequent cleanup work lasted a whole month.

A lot of things happened this month. The Northern Army returned with tens of thousands of prisoners, and all the officers under King Jianning were replaced, and even King Jianning died in an assassination by a "foreign race".

The 200,000-strong army was all taken under Ah Fei's command, and with the addition of prisoners, General Yun Fei now commanded nearly 500,000 troops alone, shocking the court and the public even more than the Duke of Wei back then.

Ah Fei showed a terrifying military talent, not only limited to leading troops to fight, but also controlling people's hearts, using both iron-blooded tactics and soft policies. Those who disobeyed military orders and those who had different intentions were slaughtered like pigs and sheep. Those who led the troops to surrender were rewarded and held military power. In contrast, the whole army dared not follow him.

Over the years, he has learned a lot from Zhou Huaiyan. And Ah Fei has always been a quick learner, whether in martial arts or literature.

Now he is no longer the lowly foreign slave he once was, but a great general with great military exploits and great favor. Because Zhou Huaiyan had no legitimate reason to fight, and the emperor did not want to give the military merits to Zhou Huaiyan, all the credit was attributed to him alone.

However, these things that countless people dream of are completely unimportant to him because his beautiful little bird is sick.

Zhou Huaiyan was afraid of the cold, and he had been in the alien snowfield for so long in a temperature of more than ten degrees below zero. In addition, the grief that had been suppressed for half a year was suddenly released.

In this way, the disease will come like a mountain falling.

Ah Fei is proficient in both medicine and poison, and has the best understanding of the human body. Zhou Huaiyan's congenital deficiency has long been cured by He Qinglong, and the sequelae have also been eliminated with the antidote. He is so weak now, it must be a mental illness.

Ah Fei watched over him every day, and also guarded the coffin of Duke Wei for him.

Finally, Ah Fei spent three days and three nights to piece together Duke Wei's severed arm, and used some special materials to restore his body to its original appearance before finally placing it in the coffin.

In May, General Yun Fei led an army of 400,000 to return to Beijing in triumph. Since it was impossible for all 400,000 troops to enter the city, they could only be stationed in batches in the prefectures around the capital. When he returned to the capital, he only brought 5,000 troops.

But even so, the dense black iron cavalry lined up in a strict formation with war flags flying, still looked intimidating.

The seriously ill emperor personally brought civil and military officials to greet him. The second, fourth, eighth, thirteenth and fourth princes also stood among them. The passage was covered with red carpets. On both sides, the imperial guards, in heavy armor, stood on both sides. Every pavilion that could see the city gate was already crowded with people.

The ceremonial music sounded in unison, the gongs and drums rang three times, and the army slowly entered the city amid the crowds of people. The gongs cleared the way, and the streets were empty, with the people lining the streets to welcome them.

The general on a white horse and wearing black armor had a body as straight as a sword, black hair and emerald eyes, and was extremely handsome.

......

Hongdou later told Zhou Huaiyan about the vast and exciting scene, and she talked about it for a long time. Because the day when Ah Fei returned to the capital was also the day when the emperor issued the decree to confer the title of king.

Yun Fei is the only king of a different surname since the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Given the title, King of Zhenbei.

But Zhou Huaiyan did not go to see it. He went straight back to the Duke's Mansion and personally held a grand funeral for his uncle.

All the civil and military officials came, and even the people of the capital came to pay their respects and see him off, but the emperor did not come. Because he was also ill, and his illness was more serious than Zhou Huaiyan's.

Hongdou brought a secret letter.

"Your Highness, the Thirteenth Prince sent me this message. Everything is as Your Highness wishes."

After reading the letter, Zhou Huaiyan returned to the palace to meet the emperor.

Two months ago, Xiao Shisan came to the North in a letter saying that the emperor was seriously ill. However, this time he was not faking illness like last time, but Zhou Huaiyan's last move.

——Little Thirteen.

[In the whole world, apart from my mother, only Brother Xiaojiu treats Minmin well. ]

Three years ago, the young boy took Zhou Huaiyan's hand and told him earnestly,

[So, even if it means going through mountains of swords and seas of fire, Minmin is willing to go for Brother Xiaojiu. ]

What can a nine-year-old do?

Just like no one thought that the frail Ninth Prince could live past the age of twenty, but in the end Zhou Huaiyan accomplished something that no one had ever done since the founding of the continent. Similarly, no one took the lowly little prince born to a government official seriously, but the latter became the knife Zhou Huaiyan used to kill the king.

Little Thirteen, Zhou Huaimin.

Zhou Huaiyan walked into the Xuanzheng Hall and saw the old, frail emperor lying on the sickbed. He did not salute, but stood quietly beside the bed and admired his miserable appearance. After a long time, the cold prince spoke:

"You look... dying."

If it were someone else, he would be punished for disrespect. If the emperor was furious, he might even be dragged out and beaten to death. But now, the old emperor just kept silent. He kept silent and looked at him quietly.

For the first time in twenty-two years, Emperor Zhou looked at his son so seriously, at his features, his youthful and slender figure.

There was a hint of trance in the old emperor's cloudy eyes.

"You look... so much like your mother."

"Oh--"

Zhou Huaiyan sneered.

"Are you regretting not killing me when you killed her?"

"...I have no other choice."

"—I heard it."

"I heard every word you said when you killed her."

The old emperor was interrupted before he could finish his words. He widened his eyes slightly, revealing a confused yet incredulous look.

Because Zhou Huaiyan had just been born at that time, and all the palace maids and stewardesses in the room, as well as the guards standing outside the room, and all those who knew about it were executed on the spot.

Even if the empress knew, she could only guess it through clues. But no one except the emperor himself knew what the emperor said to Jiang Min before his death.

However, Emperor Zhou forgot that the one who survived that day was the newborn baby in Jiang Min's arms.

"You say you love her, but you can't do anything because her brother is too powerful and will threaten the imperial power."

"You said you would keep the child, but he can't live healthily."

"......"

After hearing the last part, the emperor showed an extremely horrified expression. He struggled to get up, gasping for breath and gritting his teeth.

"Monster...monster..."

If it wasn't a demon, how could it be born with intelligence? If it wasn't a demon, how could it make such a terrible weapon?

"What on earth do you want?!"

The old emperor stared at him intently.

"Do you want my life or the throne?"

"What do I want...?"

Zhou Huaiyan tilted his head slightly, his dark pupils as deep as the abyss.

What he wanted before was just to be a leisurely playboy in Chang'an every day, just like the name his mother gave him. Even if he was weak all his life, as long as he could live with his uncle and grow old in peace, that would be enough.

"What I want, you can't give it to me anymore."

In the past few months, even though the emperor was seriously ill, he still tried his best, but he still couldn't control or even stop Ah Fei. In this case, he could only appease her. Back then, Wei Guogong pacified the chaos between the north and the south, and now Ah Fei's military exploits are even more outstanding, so he can only be crowned king.

In this way, the old emperor would be even more afraid and terrified, but he would be powerless and could only watch the foreigners, whom he once despised the most, holding the Zhou royal family in their hands.

Zhou Huaiyan admired this biological father, who looked so weak and sickly, and felt a sharp pleasure flowing through his heart.

"But I won't let you die a quick death. On the contrary, I will have the doctors do their best to save your life and let you live for a long, long time. Then, you will see the scenes that you care about and have been afraid of all your life, appear one by one."

"You have been jealous of my uncle all your life, but I just want to bring out someone who scares you more than him."

"Zhou Hongjin, what you care about most in your life is the imperial power and the reputation of the Great Zhou royal family. But I want to trample all these things into the mud. You will become what you fear the most."

"A puppet emperor who is controlled by others and is barely surviving. Even if you sit on the most honorable position in the world, from now on, you can only wag your tail and beg for mercy like a dog."

As the last word fell, the old emperor suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

Half an hour later, Zhou Huaiyan walked out slowly. The emperor's wings in the palace had been completely cut off by him, and Doctor Li just said that the other party had just suffered a stroke because of his anger.

It was great. The last move was also very beautiful.

Zhou Huaiyan came out and looked up at the sky. It was already dark. In front of him, there were two people waiting for him.

One is his eldest maid, Hongdou.

The other one is the now extremely powerful King of Zhenbei, Yun Fei.

Zhou Huaiyan stared at him quietly, staring at the blue eyes that had once fascinated him. Those eyes were still as beautiful as ever, but with the added backdrop of power, they had a more noble and inviolable flavor in their brilliance.

In just five years, he had transformed from a small, scarred slave in an iron cage into a powerful king with great military achievements.

Who would have thought that the other person is not even 22 years old this year.

Really, amazing.

Now, all the personal soldiers under Zhou Huaiyan were given to A Fei, and the secret base for making guns in Jiangnan was also handed over to him. Many unspeakable accumulations, resources, and connections were also given to him, and a small part was given to Xiao Shisan.

In fact, Zhou Huaiyan does not hate him now. If Ah Fei had not deceived him for the second time, perhaps Zhou Huaiyan would not have played this game of revenge so perfectly.

Besides, that was my uncle's idea.

It wasn't Ah Fei who deceived him, it was his uncle who deceived him again.

The day after the final battle, He Jin, who was with his uncle at the time, came to see Zhou Huaiyan. However, during the war, He was his uncle's deputy general. He experienced the battle of Ghost Cliff and saw with his own eyes the whole process of Ah Fei desperately trying to save Duke Wei.

But sometimes, birth, aging, sickness and death are beyond human control.

All of Ah Fei's efforts only prolonged Duke Wei's life by three hours.

Butler He told Zhou Huaiyan,

"It was the Duke who ordered Ah Fei to deceive you, to preserve the body and to lie to you that he was still alive. Even the six-month deadline was arranged by the Duke. He said that if one day you discovered this lie yourself, you should let your subordinates tell you, and if you have any resentment, anger, or hatred, you should vent it on him.

I hope Your Highness will not be angry with Ah Fei. The Duke said that Jiang Yi died not only for Zhou Huaiyan, but also for the millions of people in the Great Zhou. He does not regret coming to this point today, nor does he resent anyone. "

"I just hope that the young prince will not let him down and live a good life. If possible, the Duke hopes that you can marry and have children, not for the sake of the family name, but to have a home of your own. If you really have blood descendants in the future, you must remember to tell them about the brave battles of the Duke of Wei in the past."

"......"

So after that day, Zhou Huaiyan no longer hated, he just blamed himself for his incompetence.

And now in this world, the only person Zhou Huaiyan trusts and is even willing to hand over all his accumulation and arrangements to is Ah Fei.

But, that's all we can do.

The Ninth Prince withdrew his gaze, walked past the now extremely powerful King Zhenbei with an expressionless face, and left.

"Your Highness, shall we go back to Qiwu Palace, or... the Duke's Mansion?"

Hongdou's tone was obviously cautious. However, Zhou Huaiyan's tone of reply was the same as usual, just a little weak.

"Let's go back to the other village."

All the chess games were finished, he was tired, and now he just wanted to find a place to rest, preferably a long sleep.

He no longer cared about anything, not the court, not the northern border, not the south of the Yangtze River, and even not the secret fights among several princes.

It would be best if they fought until they were bloodied and to the death, so that the old emperor could enjoy the show. As for Little Thirteen, with Ah Fei around, nothing would happen to the child.

Zhou Huaiyan stayed in the villa for a month, thinking about his uncle's words every day.

If possible, marry and have children, and later tell them about the bravery and heroic deeds of the Duke of Wei in the past.

It sounds good, but he can't do it.

Zhou Huaiyan's only soft spot had just been pulled out and crushed. It was so painful, so painful. It hurt so much that he didn't want to, and was even afraid to, have a new soft spot. Love, family, and children were not what he should have.

After staying in Biezhuang for a month, Zhou Huaiyan's health deteriorated. It was not because of his previous illness, nor was it typhoid fever. It was like a flower branch that had its roots cut off and then inserted into a porcelain vase, gradually withering and dying day by day.

Zhou Huaiyan felt that maybe it was because he had overused his brain in the past twenty years, so once he relaxed, he would feel so tired, so tired that all he wanted to do was sleep every day.

Occasionally, when he was drowsy, he couldn't even distinguish between dreams and reality.

Bie Zhuang closed its doors to visitors. Ye Lingyun, Xiao Shisan, Huo Xiao, and many, many people came, but no one was allowed to enter.

Until one day, the King of Zhenbei ordered 50,000 troops to surround the villa and set up camp. Then, the next day, Zhou Huaiyan woke up, and the first thing he saw was not the maid who served him every day, but a pair of familiar blue eyes.

Zhou Huaiyan looked at him blankly for a long time, until he put his hand on his face. The familiar temperature came from the cold fingertips, and he finally understood the reality. Zhou Huaiyan wanted to withdraw his hand, but he couldn't.

"Where's Anko?"

The handsome king of a different surname sat beside his bed and kissed his fingertips tenderly.

"Your Highness, why don't you ask yourself first?"

Zhou Huaiyan was stunned, and sat up. His open collar revealed his overly pale and obvious clavicle.

"Ask... me what?"

I ask you why you do this to yourself?

Why do you want to cut off your own life with your own hands?

I ask you why you are so cruel. After taking advantage of someone, you throw him away so cleanly.

I ask you why you could ignore even the Duke's last wish?

Ah Fei once thought that Zhou Huaiyan hated him to the core, so he had not dared to appear in front of him for so long. But now it seems that the beautiful bird is real, and even the sky is no longer attached to it.

He just found a comfortable place, curled up there, and waited quietly for death.

In that case, Ah Fei had no choice but to make a beautiful cage for him, put fine food and clean water in it, pick up the little bird, put it in the cage, and then work hard and do her best to keep him alive.

Ah Fei reached out and brushed aside his slightly messy hair, her voice low and sticky,

"Your Highness, do you still remember what you said when you asked Ah Fei to study medicine with Doctor Li?"

[From now on, my body will be handed over to you. 】

"......"

Zhou Huaiyan remembered, but didn't answer. He just stretched out his hand to block the man's face, slightly tilted his head to avoid the other's kiss, and spoke in a distant tone.

"My Lord, now that I am sick and disabled, you may find someone else to love."

"......"

After the words fell, the room fell into silence. Zhou Huaiyan looked into the pair of cold jade eyes, and deeper inside, it seemed as if a terrible storm was surging.

"Hmm..."

The soft flesh on the palm of his hand was bitten by the man's sharp teeth. Zhou Huaiyan frowned and groaned subconsciously, but the next second, his hands were clamped tightly and pressed on his head.

This was a particularly passive and slightly humiliating posture for a noble, adult prince.

Zhou Huaiyan was a little annoyed.

"Herlubei... um..."

But the next second he was kissed so hard that he couldn't speak. The man even bit his lips with his sharp fangs, forcing Zhou Huaiyan to open his mouth because of the sudden pain. He used such an intimate and coercive kissing posture, and asked him while kissing him,

"Why... don't you call me Prince anymore?"

It was clearly a question, but the other party did not give Zhou Huaiyan a chance to answer. The overly tall foreign man pressed over, like a ferocious beast that had captured its prey, and blocked him in the corner of the bed. His fingertips, which had become a little rough due to years of fighting, touched the beautiful prince's precious skin.

Just like four years ago, Zhou Huaiyan had teased and played with his cat, caressing it.

I don't know if it was out of shame or anger, but the handsome prince's overly pale face finally turned a little red.

"Helubei, get out of my way!!!"

Zhou Huaiyan's only weakness in life was that he didn't know how to fight. However, the opponent happened to hit his weakness.

Ah Fei licked her lips and glanced at the handsome prince's face with an extremely aggressive gaze, thinking,

——That’s all he can say.

But when she scolds people, she is much more beautiful.

Ah Fei couldn't help but kiss his white and red earlobe, and then she rolled it between her lips and tongue in a vicious way, sucking out a more brilliant color that was enough to make blood drip.

"I just like being f**ked by your sick and crippled body..."

He even moved closer, licked the beautiful prince's earlobe, and added the last word in a hoarse voice.

"--Hold."

"......"

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