Chapter 23 Royal Order

Mengyang, Night Country, Sleepless City

The King's Palace was filled with gloomy sadness throughout the night, and the palace hung a white veil on the door from the front hall to the nave. The blue-gray night sky and the lonely moon hangs high, showing a dead white on the face of the palace man who walked quickly. The depressing atmosphere of the palace seemed to make the desolate night heavy, straight to people's hearts. The Night King's Palace is not as magnificent as the erratic palace, but the palace guards in armor make the elegant and soft palace feel a little more solemn. The Ye family of Wu Liguo doesn't like that kind of overly luxurious and colorful decoration. It's just that tonight's palace guards have a white tie on their left arm, which is particularly obvious under the color of light armor.

At this time, the night was late, but the fire in the nave was bright. Except for the seat of the lord at the highest part of the hall, other places are full of people. No, there is only one exception - there is only one woman and a little boy closest to the position of the country, and there is no one within five steps around them, as if that area belongs to their territory, and people deliberately avoid them.

The woman sat quietly on a simple mahogany chair - there were only five people sitting in the hall, of which she was the only woman, and the rest could only stand. The flames on the nine brass lamps behind the woman beat happily. Her long bright hair shined like gems under the bright firelight, and her face was also covered with a soft halo. What a face is that? It seems that the moon and stars in the sky are going to dim! She looks very young, and her delicate face is smooth and touching, like the thin white glaze porcelain made by the most skillful pottery in the Southern Liang Dynasty, with a touch of beauty. The coral-red eyes narrowed slightly, as if they were asleep. The exquisite facial features seem to have been deliberately given to her by the gods, and men want to see but dare not look directly at them - such a face like a god is blasphemous, and even women will be lost in that exquisite and beautiful face.

The word 'beauty disaster' may have been created for this woman named Baiyan. When she first married into the Ye family, the lord immediately made her queen. The original queen, Ling Yunyao, the princess of Ling, was appointed as the concubine of the side room, and the throne of the son of Ye Yuanhong, the son of Queen Ling, was abolished. This incident caused the anger of the Lord of Ling. The relationship between Ling and Ye Guo was once very tense, and even reached the point of military warfare. If the royal family hadn't come forward, they would probably have fought.' The beauty caused the hero to cry, and some people even felt that the national lord was a low and flattering gesture in front of that woman, without the demeanor of a general.

The palace is full of rumors about this woman. Some people say that she is a fairy in the sky, some people say that she is a goblin, a fox! They have good reasons to believe that this woman is abnormal, whether it is beauty or temperament, it will not be something that normal people can have. The most disturbing thing is that this woman doesn't seem to get old! When she was appointed queen by the monarch twelve years ago, the whole night country was boiling - no one had ever seen such a perfect woman. But twelve years later, the prince had white silk in his temples, and the eldest prince Ye Yuanhong and the prince Ye Xingchen also grew up, but this woman was still so young that time seemed to freeze on her, and it was immortal with her beautiful face.

And in the year of the birth of the son Ye Xingchen, the long monk who was abbot of sacrificial etiquette recited scriptures and prayed for the queen and the son of the prince. The lord of the country asked the monk to calculate the fate of the son in the future. The great monk refused in every way. He stammered that the son of the world is a reincarnation of a god, which cannot be counted. If mortals interfere in the fate of the son of the world, he will be punished by God. As the general of the imperial town, how could he believe such nonsense as the gods? He desperately asked the monk to divine a divination, and the monk cried bitterly and shouted, 'My life is over'. When he handed the signature to the woman, the woman smiled and pulled out a signature. She looked at the big monk with a smile like the most beautiful and peaceful snowy mountain, but there was a cold light in her coral-red eyes, and her vermilion mouth silently closed, as if she was saying something. The long monk did not have the ease to recite Buddhist scriptures and recite Buddha's life and peace in the past. He bowed his head in front of the queen as if facing the most ferocious demon. The woman casually pulled out a stick and handed it to the long monk. The monk staggered back a few steps and looked at the stick. His eyes widened in horror. Before waiting for the lord to ask about the result, the monk raised his head and spewed out a mouthful of dark red blood. His eyes were wide open, and he could not close his eyes! The lord of the country took the blood-stained signature from the monk's hand, which was a big word.

The lord did not allow the people present on that day to tell the matter, but the uneasiness in the palace was spreading. Everyone said that the queen gave birth to a demon. The queen was afraid that the monk would figure out some secrets about her, so she killed the monk with demonism... But the lord didn't care about these and still made the queen's 'evil seed' the son of the world. Fortunately, the son grew up year by year. In addition to being weak, he was a very lovable child, so the remarks about this child calmed down.

At this time, the woman was wearing a plain white brocade suit, and her arms poured out of the cuffs like milk, with a soft halo of jade. Her hand held the boy's hand, and the child stood quietly beside her. The two are like gods walking on the clouds that people dare not look at easily. The noise around them seems to have nothing to do with them. They are so quiet in this small world.

Ye Xingchen knew that so many people gathered together because his brother Ye Yuanhong died. He couldn't believe this. Obviously, his brother was riding on a tall red electric horse a few days ago and whipped Ye Xinghan fiercely to vent his anger for him! Isn't that the night star cold? The red scar is coiled on his face like a centipede! Ye Xinghan looked at Ye Xinghan's face and couldn't help sympathizing with him. Uncle Yongkui said that the scar may not go down for the rest of his life! The coral red eyes of the night star surged with a layer of fog - he was such an emotional child. When he was happy, he would laugh. When he was wronged, he wanted to cry. Tears rolled in his eyes without wiping them, allowing him to roll down his face.

It seemed that someone was looking at him. Ye Xinghan turned around and saw the thin Ye Xingchen looking at him. He remembered that he was whipped hard by Ye Yuanhong in the market that day, which made him lose face. At that time, it was because of this son of the clan. Ye Xinghan couldn't help being angry. He trembled and reached out to stroke the scars on his face, and his eyes became fierce, staring at Ye Xingchen. He put his hand on the knife around his waist and was about to rush forward. But a powerful big hand rested on his shoulder, and the power alone pressed him so hard that he could not move. He raised his head and saw the owner of his hand. The anger that had just risen suddenly calmed down, "Father!" He lost his voice!

Ye Xinghan's father Ye Qingshan, the brother of the contemporary Lord of the Night Kingdom. From the appearance, the two don't look like each other. Ye Mingshan makes people feel decent at a glance and easy to get close. And Ye Qingshan always looks at others with squill eyes, like a snake with poisonous letters, which makes people can't help but stay away from it. At this time, his face was ugly. After all, his son was beaten like this. How could a father feel good? He shook his head and said, "It's better to calm down now and don't act rashly. Your revenge will naturally be revenged. Ye Yuanhong is the beginning!" With that, he looked coldly at Ye Xingchen, who was snuggling beside the queen Baiyan, with undisguised hatred in his eyes.

Ye Xingchen looked at his uncle, flinched, and pulled his mother's hand tighter. His thin body trembled, and the cyano on the front of his robe swayed with him. He whispered, "Mom..."

Queen Baiyan opened her narrow eyes, looked back at her son dotingly, and said, "Don't worry, they won't do anything to you. They just envy you or jealous!"

That's still the case! Night Xingchen lowered his head and always said that they were jealous or envious, but he really didn't know what he deserved to be envied by those people. He would always find someone staring at him with such mixed or disgust or hatred or jealous eyes. At this time, he could only lower his head and avoid it. Speaking of his eyes, he thought of the dark red eyes, the wild red hair and scarlet robe, and the evil smiling face. He really wanted to tell his mother about the strange man he saw in Wuti Fenglin the other day that he was a magician, but would his mother believe it?

If only Brother Yuanhong was still there, he would definitely believe it. He has always been like that. He would gently hold his face and say words that warm his heart... However, he died and was really gone! He remembered that when he saw his brother for the last time, the flamboyant red electric horse's mane flew like a flag. His brother rode on the horse, wearing fine and exquisite cold forged fish scales, and the white feathers on his helmet made him extremely brave - this is the last face. In the future, he can only feel the last warmth from memories!

Is this death? How can the 12-year-old night star's brain bear such a heavy thing, and tears can't help but gather. The young night stars can't accept such a cruel reality. He is a kind child and will even be moved by a grass. Later, when he became General Beichen of the Fanyang Dynasty, he recalled his childhood again and realized that it was because of the guilt of not being able to protect the people around him! At that time, no one could protect her, so she could only release her guilt with tears over and over again.

A "quiet" old but long voice echoed in the hall. An old man stood in front of the hall and raised his hands to his chest to silence everyone. The old man wore a traditional blue robe and embroidered a blooming Hyaxin with gold thread in front of his skirt. Although he is over 60 years old, the old man has a ruddy face and a childlike face. He is the highest-generation person in the Ye family, the father of the contemporary lord, and is respected as a great elder. In the absence of the lord, it is up to him to decide all the affairs.

"It's really necessary to suddenly summon everyone to the hall tonight, but at this time it is related to the safety of my Ye family and even the whole Mengyang Dynasty, so please forgive me!" The old man's gray hair wore a bun on the top of his head, shaking as he spoke, looking extremely majestic. The power of the elder in the family is second only to the head of the country, and even the head of the country has to listen to the elder in some things. After all, the elder is the father of the head of the country.

"First of all, I just got the news that Ye Yuanhong, the son of the young generation of our family, Princess Yunyao, died for the country! This is an immeasurable loss to our family!" The old man said sadly. This is his favorite grandson! He died at the age of 18!

The hall suddenly fell silent! After all, they are all members of their own people. No matter how discord they are, everyone will show the demeanor of the aristocracy on this occasion. A low sob sounded, and the sadness in the voice couldn't help softening the heart. It was Ling Yunyao. Her son died. At this time, she was like a mother wolf who lost her son, sad.

The elder sighed and said, "Okay, Yunyao. Don't be too sad. Yuanhong is a man. He died for the honor of the family. You should..."

"...ah!" Ling Yunyao held her head in her hands and screamed, abruptly interrupting the elder's words. She looked a little crazy at this time. Her eyebrows were painted with tears, and tears flowed down with green eye makeup, and two black tears were scratched on her face - like a ghost in the abyss of hell. She staggered out of the crowd, stretched out her finger at the elder, and hissed fiercely, "Shut up - you - it's all of you, you have to go to the battlefield - it's all you - to force him to death -" Ling Yunyao's hand pointed to the elders and several family leaders in turn, with sad and fierce eyes.

"Well, when a boy becomes an adult, he must serve in the army for three years. This is the rule set by my ancestors. No one can mess up!" Ye Qingshan held his left hand on his chest, stroked his chin with his right hand, and said with a mocking fake smile on his face. His voice is smooth and greasy, like the sweetest syrup, but anyone can hear the sarcasm in his voice!

The son Ye Xinghan beside him also smiled cruelly and said, "This is bad luck! Or, you deserve it!" The meanness on his face was even more twisted against the scar.

Ling Yunyao stared at their father and son, and the choking in her throat turned into a sad hiss. She roared and ran out of the hall! The elder looked ugly and quickly greeted the two maids and said, "Keep up and have a look. Don't let the princess have an accident!"

Ye Qingshan sneered at the corners of his mouth and turned his head to look at Queen Baiyan and Ye Xingchen and said, "Queen, do you think your son will be so unfortunate when he is 18 years old? Early death always makes people feel heavy! Don't you think so? Ha ha!" It's still the smooth and soft voice, sweet and greasy.

Bai Yan was not angry, just looked at him and smiled faintly. It was as if a charming flower bloomed on her face, and all the bad things were relieved in that smile, and all that was left was the beauty of the smile.

Ye Qingshan cursed in a gloomy voice: "Laughing bitch--"

"Enough--" shouted the elder, and the old man's voice was full of anger. He said hatefully, "Shut up!" He looked at Ye Qingshan with sharp eyes, and it was difficult to imagine that an old man had such a domineering momentum. The old man took a fierce look at the son and continued, "One more thing, the royal family asked the five princes to send troops to the imperial capital to fight against the enemy. Ask all countries to send their sons to the palace and send them back after the war!"

The hall was completely quiet, and everyone turned their eyes to the thin night stars and looked at him with a complicated look!