Chapter 72 The Only Relative

The weak emperor looked at Wan Yi Zerui and said nothing, but his eyes were extremely cold and fierce, lying on ** forcing his brother. His eyes fell on the three-front dagger in his brother's right hand, and the burning charcoal fire in the brazier shone on the snowy dagger, shooting out the brightest brilliance. The light reflected on the emperor's face again, which gave his dead face a little vitality. The emperor's lips were slightly closed and said, "My dear brother, are you holding a dagger to pay tribute to the souls of my father and two brothers with my blood?" His voice was weak like ink dripping in the water, gradually fainting and dissipating, pulling into thin ink lines.

Wan Zerui's eyes suddenly rolled out of tears, and hot tears slid down his cheeks and said in a hoarse voice, "If I don't kill you, you will kill me, won't you?"

He wiped his tears with his sleeves, but tears rolled down the luxurious silver silk brocade robe: "You are already the emperor of Mengyang. You killed your eldest brother and second brother and forced your father to death... Who else can be the emperor of Mengyang? It's just you, and no one will argue with you! I didn't want to be the emperor at all. It's yours. I never wanted to, but why didn't you let me go? Why?" He danced his feet and waved his hands like a child. With tears, he cried, "Stop! Brother, stop it!"

Emperor Lin Xi looked at him silently and shook his head slightly. No one could tell the look in his eyes, like contempt, like mockery, like pity, like pity. Wan Zerui cried so weakly that he slowly slid down the edge of the bed, knelt on the ground, and supported the ground with his hands. The three-front dagger was thrown aside, shining brightly.

"Zeri, my brother, what do you want me to say about you?" The emperor's weak voice sounded faintly, "It's you who is holding the dagger now. Why are you crying?" As long as you raise your hand and put a dagger into my throat, all this is yours. Why do you cry bitterly? You are 16 years old and as tall as me, but you are still a weak child in your heart!" His voice said softly, "You just asked the imperial doctor to get out loud, roaring and scolding the imperial doctor is useless, but what else can you do but shouting? What's the use of yourself? Can you be worthy of this surname? You can only roar and cry here..."

"You really disappoint me..." The emperor suddenly struggled to sit up, with an angry face and roared, "You are the descendant of the Wanyi family. You are a member of the royal family. You should have stood side by side with me to guard this city and guard this great dynasty! I'm your brother. No matter when I stand in front of you and block the sword for you. In case I can't help dying, you have to take the sword from me at any time and put on the glazed dragon robe to support this empire, but you will only cry here. What do you think it's the use of yourself?

Wan Zerui looked at his brother in a daze. He could see that the anger was not disguised. The anger that had been suppressed for too long spewed out at this moment, like a fierce wind and snow blowing on his face!

Wan Yijun, this man with a deep heart like a well can kill two brothers with a smile and hold their heads to force his father to death, but why is he so angry?

The emperor sighed, struggled to support himself with his hand, sat back, and leaned his back against the backrest of the dragon bed. He stretched out his thin purple hand and supported his forehead, as if he were extremely tired. "What power do you and Wan Yi Changlong, a weak person like Wan Yi Hongyun, have to protect Mengyang? This is a troubled time, and the power can only be held in the hands of the strongest!"

Wan Zerui slowly raised his head and looked at the emperor's blizzard-like eyes. His sunken eyes were like a wind, and the cold wind came out of it, which was cold to his heart - he had never seen his brother have such cold eyes since he was a child, which was terrible.

"Weak people will never... be useless!" The emperor left this sentence, and there was a anger of hatred.

Wan Zerui's tear-smotted face was extremely sad, and he choked and said, "Brother, will you even kill me?"

The emperor looked over majestically, and the two brothers looked at each other, and suddenly became as long as ever. He wanted to say, 'You are my brother, how could I kill you!' I want to say, 'What else is there to care about after killing you?' I want to say, 'I still care about your brother...' But he is very tired now. He can't say a word, as if the words just now have exhausted all his strength, and his throat seems to be covered with iron terrivus, and a little mouth is heartbreaking pain.

But the mottled tears on his brother's face really disgust him - he hates such cheap and meaningless tears! Maybe it's too demanding, but hasn't he ever cried since his mother died when he was a child... Now Zerui is 16 years old, and he still can't control his tears! Even if he gives up the position of emperor to him, he may not be able to keep it...

After a long silence, only the charcoal fire in the brazier was crackling. Wan Zerui's face looked extremely expectant, as if he was expecting something comforting from the emperor. But——

"I remember I said before that I am the emperor and you are a minister. You don't need to call me 'brother', just call me your majesty..." The emperor said indifferently.

The heart seems to suddenly fall from the air to the abyss. This is not the answer he wants. He asked if his brother would kill him, but he got such an answer. Tears filled his eyes again, and his dark eyes sparkled with crystal light.

"It was Ling Fenglie who asked you to come to see me with a dagger... Did he tell you that I wouldn't let him go and you?" The emperor said, but without waiting for Wan Zerui to answer, he continued to say, "You are not a person who has the courage to hold the sword, and you don't even have the courage to touch it. Your heart is weak, your will is not firm, and it is easy to be confused! This dagger was also given to you by Ling Fenglie. He probably told you to kill me and help you become the emperor of Mengyang, but do you think you will be an emperor worshipped by tens of thousands of people or a manipulated doll?

The emperor's words came into his heart.

"I will kill at least most of the ministers in the imperial capital. Do you think my emperor is sitting safely? If I don't be ruthless, I'm just a doll, but it's because I don't have room for manoeuvre, so no one dares to disobey me, but my dear brother, can you do it?

"You hold a dagger but cry. You are determined to kill me, but you are soft. Did you decide to kill me in order to live, or Ling Fenglie asked you to do this? I'm curious about this question!" The emperor still looked directly at him and said indifferently.

Wan Zerui's lips trembling and replied, "It was Ling Fenglie who asked me to kill you. He said, if I don't kill you, you will kill everyone..."

"Humph, it's really this old fox..." The emperor sneered. Strangely, it is obviously extremely weak, but the emperor's power is still irreversible and powerful.

"Choose now, you decide whether to kill me, become your own emperor, or go back and be my younger brother... This is up to you. You can see that I can't even move now! It's easy for you to kill me now. The emperor said. He seemed to encourage his brother to pick up the dagger and kill himself, as if life and death were not a big deal.

Wan Yi Zerui looked at him in a daze, watching a tear flow out along the corners of his brother's eyes and into the corners of his mouth. The emperor stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked the tears that rolled to his lips. His face was unprovoked loneliness - it was unprecedented tranquility. The momentum on the battlefield disappeared. At this time, the emperor was like an old man waiting to die...

He reached out and picked up the three-front dagger from the ground. The cold touch made him forget who he was. His mind was full of what his brother just said: 'Weak people will never... be useful!' - "I'm not weak," he said hoarsely, and the low beast-like voice did not match his young and handsome expression.

"Then prove it to me that you are not weak!" The emperor watched him stand up holding the dagger and smiled at the corners of his mouth. He was actually appreciating his brother's courage, and even looking forward to him stabbing the dagger into his heart.

"But you are my last brother... What else do I have to kill you?" Wan Zerui's voice sadly threw such a sentence, which was actually the same as what his brother said at the beginning. They are just the only one for each other. No matter who dies, they will be boundless loneliness!

The emperor's eyes were stunned, and his bloodless face was a little bright, like the brightest sun shining on his face, and his whole body seemed to be transparent. His lips were closed and seemed to want to say something, but Wan Zerui did not wait to hear him. He threw the dagger on the ground. The sound of the hard dagger on the ground was like a heavy thunder, wiping a golden spark, then wiped off the tears on his face and stride back.

He reached out and lifted the brocade curtain, stopped, turned around and said, "Dear brother, I wish you a speedy recovery... I don't have the courage to kill you. Maybe as you said, I'm so weak, but I've been weak for so many years, and I don't regret it!" After saying that, he left through the curtain.

The emperor looked at the curtain hanging down, shook for a moment and returned to calm, and the light in his eyes seemed to shake. Then he lowered his head, and an obvious spine appeared on the back of his neck. Big tears rolled out of his eyes, shining like stars under the light of charcoal fire. Tears dripped from his chin, like falling stars!

The emperor said hoarsely, "You don't have the courage... You're just thinking about brotherhood... My stupid brother, what do you want me to do with you..."

Then he shouted, "Come on..." The desolate voice exploded in the hall like an arrow. Perhaps this shout was too hard. The emperor coughed violently and bent his waist like a broken bow.

The warrior outside the hall hurried in, knelt down and bowed their heads to stand by.

The emperor covered his mouth and was still coughing, but his eyes were burning. He said intermittently, "Let me pass the word of mouth, General Zhentian immediately led the army to Wenyuan Pavilion to arrest Prime Minister Zuo Ling Fenglie and execute him on the spot, let alone kill him. To tell the world, Prime Minister Zuo bewitched Prince Zerui to try to rebel against the throne and hang Prime Minister Zuo's head on the flagpole in front of the Starfall Hall to set an example! After that, the general was ordered to immediately lead the night country to level the Ling country!"

The samurai was shocked by such an order. This is to kill Prime Minister Zuo. This is the most powerful minister of the empire and the emperor's most solid arm. When Ling Fenglie, the prime minister of the throne, was the old minister when he was the emperor of Shenluo, or the lord of Ling, will he be killed like this? Now that the vassal state of Nanliang is missing, will the State of Ling be destroyed again?

The hesitation of the samurai made the emperor furious. Perhaps he had the greatest tolerance for his brother, but he was not so patient with people who had nothing to do with him. He roared like an angry lion, "Don't you hear me? Go, get out of here..."

The warriors suddenly remembered that this was a personal battle on the battlefield, regardless of the emperor of Chi Nasi... This made them wake up and quickly said, "Yes, Your Majesty!" A group of warriors immediately went out to pass the order to the general.

The emperor was left alone. He sighed weakly and slowly closed his eyes, as if he would never wake up again.