Chapter 1 Young People at Night

The capital of Mengyang Night, the city that does not sleep.

"Humph, such a waste came out of the Ye family!" A voice sounded in the bustling streets with undisguised contempt. The speaker was a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old boy, wearing a luxurious and beautiful light blue embroidered gold robe with a blooming feng hydrauze with silver thread on his chest. In Mengyang and Night Kingdom, everyone knows what kind of power this blue feng virgo represents. The teenager's voice was very loud and spread to most of the streets, and there were many people in the crowd who wanted to see the excitement. But I saw the feng feng zi family emblem on the teenager and the two cold bodyguards standing behind him, with their elongated necks quickly tightened back and quietly left. The talking teenager didn't care about the reaction of the crowd, but stared at the other teenager with a mean face that did not match his age.

The scolded teenager lowered his head and muttered cowardly, "I'm not a waste..." His pale cheeks were flushed, and a layer of fog surged in his eyes. While talking, his little hand grabbed the hand of a warrior beside him, as if asking for help. He looked at the warrior with tears in his eyes and shouted softly, "Uncle Yongkui..."

The warrior named Yongkui is also helpless. Although he is the guard of this teenager, he is only a servant after all, and the identity of the child on the other side is not what he can do. He held the teenager's hand and said in a low voice, "Master Xingchen, don't care about these. You are destined to be the future owner of the night family. Don't care about these..."

"It's not the Lord of the Ye family to do it. Otherwise, sooner or later, the night family will be ruined!" The teenager's voice became more and more mean. The teenager called Xingchen trembled, and the fog in his eyes gathered into tears. He couldn't speak, but grabbed Yong Kui's hand more tightly.

Yong Kui bowed and said to the arrogant young man, "Master Xinghan, please pay attention to your identity. Master Xingchen is the son of the lord of the country and the legal heir of the family--"

"Shut up--" Ye Xinghan interrupted him: "Lord, Lord, Lord. Is it just because your master is the son of the main room of the country, and you have to give the night country to him no matter how useless it is? Humph, my Ye family is a martial artist. Do you want to let this waste who can't even lift a knife take charge of the night country?"

"I'm not a waste..." Ye Xingchen's thin body trembled more and more in the luxurious embroidered gold-rimmed robe, and the hydrauce embroidered on his chest also shook like in the wind.

"Now that the barbarians in the north have killed, I guess this waste will only worry about whether he will lose his life? Haha... Coward, barbarians won't kill you. They are the son of General Mengyang Zhentian. They are more happy to let you be their slaves and be the lowest hard work force..." The handsome face of the night star is mean and twisted. Over the years, he has learned a lot about the inheritance of family rights from his father. The night family is undoubtedly the most detached existence among the nobles of the Mengyang Dynasty. Ye Mingshan, the lord of the night kingdom, was above ten thousand people in the court, especially when Emperor Shinra was old and dizzy, and he became more and more important to night Mingshan, who controlled the whole empire. My father often said that Ye Mingshan did not deserve the position of living in Ye Guoguo. Whether it was his mind, martial arts or courage, he surpassed Ye Mingshan. Just because Ye Mingshan was born in a clan, he came from his own family... Every time he thought of this, his father couldn't help but begrily. Gradually, Ye Xinghan also inherited his father's dissatisfaction with the clan. Especially for the legal heir of the Zong family, Ye Xingchen.

Ye Yuanhong turned his horse's head and came to the front of the night star. He turned over and dismount and looked down at his half-brother. At the age of 18, he is tall and strong, standing in front of his thin brother, like a father and son. He squatted down, reached out and held his brother's pale face as if it were broken at a touch, and wiped away his tears with a soft smile. The indifference just now will never exist, like the warmest spring.

"The stars don't cry. You are not a waste. You are the future master of the family," Ye Yuanhong said with a smile. His brother has taught him a lesson." He looked at his brother and felt that only God could have that face. There is a reason why he supports this useless brother in the eyes of everyone.

He remembers that ten years ago, his father married an extremely beautiful woman. As soon as the woman appeared, it was like a moon rising and the whole starry sky dimmed. The nobles of the imperial capital thought that their father only accepted a side room, but they didn't expect that their father would abolish the name of his mother, Ling Yunyao's main room, and change this woman to the main room. At the same time, it was also announced to abolish the 8-year-old heir of the Ye Yuanhong family. The future owner of the night family will be the eldest son of this woman. And he can only be regarded as a disciple of a separate family in the future.

This decision shocked the whole imperial capital, and the most angry was the Ling family. The head of the Ling family is Ling Fenglie, the prime minister of the left in the court, and he is also the head of the Ling family. He aggressively brought people to Ye's house and asked Ye Yuntian why he did this to his daughter. Among the noble families, it is a shameful for the woman to be reduced from the main room to the side room. There is another reason for Ling Feng's indignation. He is ambitious, and he has his own calculations when he gets married to the night family. He is already the left prime minister of the empire, and the Ye family is a hereditary general who controls all the army. The Ling family and the Ye family almost divided the civil and military rights of the empire. But he is not satisfied. What he wants is real power. Military power and administrative power belong to the Ling family, and the imperial power will be his puppet to indirectly control the country.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to marry his daughter. As long as his grandson Ye Yuanhong inherits the position of head of the family, wait for his plan to succeed. But now the daughter has been turned into a side room, and the position of heir of her grandson has been abolished. After years of painstaking management, how can he not be shocked?

Ye Mingshan's attitude is more intriguing. In the face of his angry father-in-law, he said lukewarmly that he just wanted the future heirs to have the strongest physique and the ability to dominate all sentient beings.

Ling Fenglie pointed at him and scolded. Do you think you married a woman as a god in heaven? If the stallion is a stallion, no matter how much the mother changes, she can't give birth to a good foal. Ling Feng, who had always been elegant and gentle, was so angry that he even scolded with his daughter.

will be at discord and unfavorable to the country. In the end, this disturbance was suppressed by the royal family. The emperor swirled between the two important ministers. However, the suspicion between them has increased over time, not only because of their face, but also because of Ling Fenglie's deep grief and resentment over the destruction of many years of operation. This is also the fundamental reason why it is difficult to unify the opinions of the Chinasi invasion, the war of the generals led by Yeming Mountain, and the civil servants led by Ling Fenglie. The resentment between the head who holds the highest military power of the country and the supreme administrative power of the country is so deep that Mengyang is facing extinction. It triggered a series of changes in military power and executive power after Emperor Lin Xi succeeded to the throne.

What is ridiculous is that Ye Mingshan and the son of the new main room do not have the strongest constitution and have the ability to control all sentient beings. This boy named Ye Xingchen is so weak that he can't even lift a knife. For the night family of the Yiwu Li clan, this is inevitably ridiculous. In everyone's eyes, Ye Mingshan's move seemed to be ridiculously wrong, which not only offended Prime Minister Zuo in the court, but also wanted to hand over the family power to a useless son, so that several families doubted Ye Mingshan's mind and felt that he was fascinated by the beauty of that woman. However, Ye Mingshan never cares about these gossip. He regarded his son as the apple of his palm and carefully cultivated him.

Ye Yuanhong also resented his father. Everything that originally belonged to him was deprived by his younger brother, and anyone would feel uncomfortable. Not to mention a younger brother who is far inferior to himself. It was only after he understood everything that he was willing to regard Ye Xingchen as the heir of the family.

When his younger brother Ye Xingchen was born and was appointed as the son of Yeguo, his father patted him on the shoulder and asked, "Isn't he very unwilling?"

"Hmm." When he was young, he said angrily, "Everyone says that I'm not even as good as a waste, and I can't say anything!"

"Do you also think your brother is useless?" Ye Mingshan raised his sharp eyebrows and asked with a strange smile.

"No, whether it's equestrian, knife, shooting, armored charge, I'm the strongest of the young generation of the Ye family."

Ye Mingshan nodded and said nothing. He knew that for the Ye family of the Wuli clan, physical strength was fundamental. At this point, the night stars are far less than Ye Yuanhong. But he knows that the most powerful force in the world is not force, not artificially controlled, and this strongest power is even blasphemous. And he is going to take this supreme power under the command of the Ye family.

"My child, what do you think is the most powerful force a person can achieve? What is the most shocking power that makes people feel as unbearable as ants? Ye Mingshan asked in a different tone, almost with devout respect. With the power of his general Mengyang, there is also an existence to worship.

"Well, it should be the strongest cavalry Chinasi cavalry! They charged from a high place, "The young man thought of the savage grassland man waving more than five feet long*, riding on a horse that compared the native horse of Mengyang like a donkey, roaring, roaring, and crushing all obstacles with the vigorous momentum of heavy cavalry. He only felt that this was the greatest force.

After listening to his son's words, Ye Mingshan shook his head and smiled and said, "Child, you still can't understand. The most terrible and powerful power in the world is magic. The person who mastered the spell raised his hand and turned over the clouds and rain, and the sky collapsed and the earth cracked. He could even transcend the world and never die. A magician is enough to fight against a team of tens of thousands. What is ordinary military power compared with it? What is the wolf tide charge of the Chinasi clan? Ye Mingshan said with a longing face.

"But father, as far as my son knows, the bloodline of the last magician in the world was wiped out by the army led by the founding emperor of the Mengyang Dynasty 300 years ago. Since then, there has been no trace of the magician." Ye Yuanhong said, suddenly as if he had an epiphany and asked carefully in a low voice, "Is the new queen a magician?"

Ye Mingshan nodded with a smile and said, "The bloodline of Bai Yan is even more noble than the emperor of the current dynasty. She is the last goddess of the sorcerer's vein. I want to combine the sorcerer's blood into my night house with marriage. I want my son to have the immortal power of the sorcerer."

Yeyuan is bright. No wonder that woman doesn't like to laugh. For her, what is worth laughing at in the mortal world? How can a goddess exiled in the mortal world be moved by the common people? However, at the thought of her frosty face, a chill gushed out of the young Ye Yuanhong's heart. Perhaps it is not a good thing to leave such an arrogant woman. He asked, "Father, is there any love between you and the Queen?"

He still remembers his father's loss at that time with a wry smile: "Love? How am I qualified to say love to her? As the lord of the night kingdom and the general of Zhentian of the Mengyang Dynasty, I am still nothing in front of that woman. She is a god walking in the clouds. I'm just a mortal who is lucky enough to see God's face up close! How dare I ask for God's love? Child, remember, God has no mercy and no love. In their chest, it is not a beating heart, but a cold viper!"

"Son, I know this is unfair to you. But as a man of the night family, we must learn to bear it. Your father has endured the pressure of your grandfather, the left prime minister Ling Fenglie, and the rumors of the Wenwu Dynasty, just to strengthen the bloodline of our Ye family, and you also have to bear this disappointment, frustration, and even unwillingness to anger. Only in this way can the blue feng hust of my night country always be undefeated. With that, he squatted down, put his hand on Ye Yuanhong's shoulder, and asked in a condensed voice, "Your brother's body will be very weak. Before the power of the spell in his body awakens, you have to protect him and even die for him. Can you do it?"

Ye Yuanhong looked into his father's eyes as if he saw the cold light of the stars of midnight. He never felt that his father had given him such a great responsibility, and his father's hand on his shoulder was as heavy as a mountain. He took a deep breath, and the blue feng feng husks on his chest beat with his undulating chest, and said firmly in a sonorous voice, "I will protect the stars, even life with everything I have!"

The father's eyes narrowed into a line of laughter, and his face was soft, looking at his eldest son with a smile. At that time, Ye Yuanhong, who was only six years old, already felt that his father loved the son of this white woman more. It's just that he can't complain, can't be lost, and guard this weak brother like an eternal reef.

Twelve years have passed in a blink of an eye. Now 18-year-old Ye Yuanhong has been dressed in fish scales and fine armor, riding a tall red electric horse to fight side by side with his father. He held the delicate face of the night stars and gently wiped away his tears. She really looks like that woman." Ye Yuanhong sighed secretly.

"Brother, I'm not a waste--" Ye Xingchen choked, and his thin body trembled like a cobweb in the wind.

"Don't cry, Xingchen, you are only 12 years old this year. After your coming-of-age ceremony, you will be a real man. You are the son of Mengyang Dynasty Night Kingdom. In the future, you will succeed your father as the commander-in-chief of the 100,000 light armored brigade and the general of Zhentian of the dynasty. At that time, if anyone says that you are a waste, cut off his head and let his blood splash ten steps. No man in our Ye family can judge with that humble mouth. Ye Yuanhong still smiled warmly when he said this, but the strong murderous tone fainted like poison. His bright smile revealed an evil spirit, and the world in early autumn seemed to be a little more bleak because of him.

Ye Yuanhong finally hugged his brother, and then turned over his horse. The big command behind him rolled with the wind, majestic like a divine general sent by the gods under the arm of steel armor. He pulled the cage of the red electric horse and ran to the night national school yard. Only a back that everyone yearns for is remembered.

Ye Xingchen never thought that this was the last time he saw this brother. In his childhood impression, except for his father and mother, the most impressive thing was this brother. Whenever their two black eyes look at each other, he will rise to a warm feeling, as if nothing can make him feel dangerous. The leader of the young generation of the Ye family filled more gaps for his father when he was busy with national politics. It's just that I can never go back to the past. He didn't know that he had lost his beloved brother.