Chapter 27 Indifference

Zha Erhua looked at the stunned owner of the Hulutai family, laughed loudly and said, "Virable owner of the Hulutai family, come and sit down. How can I sit and stand with you? After all, I used to be a slave of your family, and now I am lucky enough to be promoted to a general by the king, but I dare not so unscrupulously over the dignity of the aristocracy, right? His voice became smooth again, not as murderous as before, but he sat there and thought of an unfathomable canyon and sucked everything into it...

Hulutai couldn't help taking a breath of cold air, and his throat knot moved slightly. He tried to calm down and slowly sat down. The feeling of being obviously angry but having to suppress is very uncomfortable, but now he has to endure it... It was not until just now that he realized that he could no longer call to Zerhua like before. Zerhua has changed from the submissive slave to the knife at hand now as sharp as the knife at hand! Now Zaerhua is a general with more than 20,000 warriors. What's more terrible is that Zaerhua is deeply trusted by the king. During the king's southern expedition, Zha Erhua was responsible for the affairs of the whole family - whether it was military power or his position around the king, it was no longer comparable to him...

He couldn't help thinking about what Zha Erhua said: "For the king, he has long rejected you maggots attached to Chi Na Si..." The maggot of the metatarus - really vivid!

"Dad...Dad?" The youngest son of the Hulutai family poked his father fiercely, frowned and said, "Can you still learn knives?" Do you have the heart to let me ride with those desperate warriors to earn a little bit of military merit? I won't do it, it's up to you!"

The owner of the Hulustai family woke up like a dream. He forced a smile, rubbed his son's messy hair, and said, "Don't worry, don't worry. Dad, try again, try again... If it really doesn't work, let's ask someone to teach you knife again and hire a teacher who is more powerful than Zaerhua. How about that?"

The child immediately pulled his face down, stood up and pulled Hulutai's beard fiercely, pulled his father's ear, and shouted, "Can you do it or not? Last year, you promised me to ask Zaerhua to teach me the knife, which has been delayed until now. Are you not your word? Ah, I'm still your youngest son. What's the use of not being good at this little thing? What's the use?"

The owner of the Hulutai family was miserable. A large beard was pulled down, and his ears were pulled red, and he was about to fall off. Why did he say, "Good son, let go, let go... Don't be angry, don't worry, be careful to fall... Ouch..."

The child pulled Hulutai's ear, put his mouth to his ear, and shouted, "I just want to learn from Zaerhua. At that time, I will fight with others. I said that I am a student of Zaerhua, and no one dares to fight with me. This is prestige. Does Weifeng know you?"

"Okay, okay, I will definitely make my son majestic, definitely, ouch, you let go of Dad's ears first... I dare not work harder..."

The child then let go of his hand and sat down with a gloomy face, with his arms in front of his chest, looking angry.

Hulutai rubbed his red ears and half of his beard, and said to Zha Erhua with his teeth, "Well! Zhaerhua, after all, we used to be a master and servant, and there is no big festival. How much money do you want? How many cattle and sheep slaves do you want? As long as I can let my son learn knives from you, I will give you as much as I want without blinking my eyes..." Hulutai straightened his chest and patted his thick chest like a bear, with a face. He said confidently.

After watching the farce of the father and son, Zha Erhua sneered at the corners of his mouth. His slender hands were intertwined in front of him, and his eyes crossed his fingertips and looked at the owner of the Hulutai family and said, "You are still so arrogant! Do you really think it's great to have money?' Isn't there a big holiday? You are really good at talking! If I hadn't won the Wolf Killing Club and was promoted to a general by the king, I'm afraid I would have died in your tent, right? For you who have countless slaves, the life or death of a slave is not a big deal. I remember that at that time, the slaves in your family basically died every five years... Ha ha, am I right?"

The face of the owner of the Hulutai family has changed. Cold sweat oozed from his forehead again, 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, which he understood. In fact, when Zaerhua first became the * army, he was a little afraid. After all, he took care of this slave cub at that time. Now that I have the power, I'm afraid that the flower will bite back. But after so many years of nothing, he gradually became relieved. But Zaerhua is really not the slave who allowed him to pinch flat and rub round before. He is as cold as the heavy and hard armor on his body and the wolf blade on the desk. Those bright green eyes are fierce and hateful, and only this has not changed. Zaerhua's eyes were still the same as those at that time. When he was a slave, his eyes were never as submissive as other slaves. His bright green eyes were always as fierce and hateful as wolves. He didn't like them very much, so he loved to beat this hateful slave at that time...

"I said, you can't afford to provoke this southern child. It's useless for you to say anything good to me! I didn't mean to embarrass you! I was also ordered to do things. This child was sent by the big shaman. The big shaman personally ordered me to teach this child swordsmanship, and then the king also gave an order! If you think you can convince the Great Shaman and the King, then talk to them directly! I only recognize the orders of the king and the great shaman!" Zaerhua reached out and put her hand on the wolf blade on the desk, and her thumb was fastened to the wolf's head-shaped knife.

The owner of the Hulutai family was shocked and knew that the tent could no longer stay. I'm afraid that no one will make the decision for him if he is cut with a knife. Today, I'm afraid I'm ashamed in front of this slave who once let himself step on... He stood up with an ugly face and said, "Ok, Zaerhua! This time, there is a king and a great shaman standing behind you. I can't help it. Wait, don't let me seize the opportunity..."

"Dad? Dad, that's it? Who do I learn from? You are really useless, you are really useless...?" The child clenched his hands into fists and hit his father's leg like raindrops.

"No crying!" The owner of the Hulutai family shouted coldly, and there was a faint anger in his voice. He has never been angry with this child. He is really angry today.

The child was stunned for a moment and did not dare to mess around anymore. The father is angry, and it is not a wise choice to continue to make trouble. This is the intuition of a teenager who has been spoiled.

The owner of the Hulutai family stroked the child's head and said with a smile, "It doesn't matter. Dad will find a teacher for you again. If it really doesn't work, just let the king make you a heroic captain. Other fathers can't do it. In front of the king, this can still be said... In the future, you will start from a high point, make a little military contribution, and then you will be promoted as a deputy general. Sooner or later, you will also be a general!" After saying that, he stared at Zaerhua fiercely and said, "I've been a slave all my life, but from the forehead dog of my Hulutai family to the dog of China Sijia... Don't teach my son, hum, he stands on his father's shoulder and climbs up, and his achievements are definitely better than your slave!"

Zerhua silently held the wolf blade and watched the father and son of the Hulutai family walk out of the tent. He sneered and said, "If you want to award the rank, it is not a problem for the king to give an edict, not to mention the commander, even if he is a deputy general or even directly becomes the commander of the vigorous cavalry. But your son doesn't know anything about life and death. I was promoted from slave to general, fought on the battlefield, killed no less than 200 people, and almost died in other people's weapons many times. Now I can slightly control the whole army. You can ask the king to give him a military position in another way, but can you give him the truth between life and death? Sooner or later, it will hurt him..."

His bright green eyes are not so sharp, as if to diffuse the fog that can cover the whole grassland. He seemed to be talking to the Hulutai father and son, or muttering to himself. He didn't know if the Hulutai father and son heard it, but he knew that he was still a poor and humble slave in his heart who heard it...

Hulutai and his son came out of the tent with a gloomy face. The family warriors waiting outside the tent immediately gathered around and waited for the order. Hulutai said coldly, "It's impossible to forget this to find out the identity of the child who is teaching the knife method now!" He put his arms around his son's head, and his tone was full of anger and fierceness.

In the roar of the wind and snow, the Hulutai group disappeared into the ice and snow.

Mengyang, the first year of Lin Xi, at the end of December.

The winter scenery of the imperial capital has been revealed to the world. A layer of glittering ice edges are attached to the gorgeous city, and the clouds above the city are condensed on the magnificent buildings, and the hooks and corners of the eaves are staggered, like a giant ice sculpture. The loom city is gorgeous, vulgar and a beauty decorated with heavy makeup, but the loom city in winter is shrouded in ice and snow, but it separates dust. The glare clouds in the sky are much lighter than in summer, and the sunlight can shine down, and the sunlight shining on the ice edges turns into a colorful glow.

But the sun is not so warm, and the whole city is cold. That noble and cold beauty makes people unable to get close. They can only look at it from afar and can't be approached. Just like the woman imprisoned in the palace.

"Is the queen still unwilling to come out?" A cold voice sounded, with the grace of the emperor and the feeling of abandonment... and a little unconcealed fatigue.

"Yes, Your Majesty. The Empress said that she just wanted to stay alone. The maid knelt on the ground carefully, did not dare to raise her head at all, and said respectfully.

"Alas..." With a faint sigh, the emperor's voice echoed quietly in the quiet palace, like the soft wind in the quiet summer night. Perhaps, love is a sigh in itself.

He stood there in a gorgeous glazed dragon robe, and the whole hall was empty. There was no one else except aristocratic decorations and submissive maids. Too big palace, too few people, very lonely. The people in the whole imperial city who can make him feel warm are no longer. The father, prince and second prince have been killed, and the youngest brother, Wan Yi Zerui, was also ordered to cut off his hands and send them to the southwest county. During this period, he ordered to demolish the palaces where the former prince, the second prince and the fourth prince lived, and kill everyone in it, including the mother of several princes and several concubines of his father! He doesn't know why he did it so resolutely. He just wants to destroy and abandon all those who make him sad!

There is nothing more in the palace except the strict bodyguards and the palace people who are afraid of the new emperor. It's just a gorgeous empty shell!" Shura, the great master, once said this. The demon man in a scarlet robe saw him order to demolish the palace where the prince and the second prince and the fourth prince lived. When he killed those palace people, he said this with a smile. Are you going to empty the flesh and blood of this imperial city by tearing down these palaces that can remind you and kill these people who disgust you? Only a gorgeous empty shell and your lonely beating heart?

Lonely beating heart? The emperor did not understand the meaning of this sentence at that time. Now he realized that he was really beating silently alone, supporting the whole empire to maintain vitality and not slowly decaying like a corpse. Heart, tireless heart, beating day and night! But what if he is tired one day? In fact, he has felt tired... but now it's just the beginning and he can't fall down!

I thought that after having that woman, even if she abandoned everyone, it would be enough for her to stand side by side with herself. But that woman is like an ice knife. Every time she approaches her with rare tenderness, she will always be cut. He kept the woman's body, but couldn't keep her heart... Even if he was raised as a peacock in the palace, he should always be able to dance for the owner of the palace! But the emperor could only look at this woman from afar, watch her lonely tricks in the palace, listen to her play the zither, and watch her stand at the palace railing and look at the grand scene of the erratic city from afar... He can only look at it from a distance and can't touch her heart.

Sometimes when he sees her lonely appearance, he can't bear to get up. But he is the emperor, and his pride as an emperor can't allow him to sympathize with what he can't get, but he doesn't have the courage to destroy her...

I always feel that I am nothing in front of that woman. Whether I wear a gorgeous glazed dragon robe or hold a sword in majestic armor, I can't compare with the temperament of that woman. Just like the emperor in the world can't get God's favor and mercy no matter how much he begs... He is like imprisoning a god, and the distance from the heart of God is as far away as the earth and the sky.

Maybe one day God happens to be bored, so he will put a little honey on his lips with his fingers to let him enjoy a moment of sweetness... Before that, he could only watch from afar, wait quietly, and bite the bitter feeling...

The emperor's pale face showed a lonely smile, and he hadn't smiled for a long time. I just don't know why he smiled now. He smiled silently, like ripples on the white snow. There is no warmth in laughing. Smiling is just an expression, which has nothing to do with happiness, for the emperor standing at the top. He is the emperor. From the moment he put on the glazed dragon robe, he has lost the qualification to smile soundly!

Suddenly, he wanted to see that woman. Just like when I first saw her in Yeguo, I felt that the whole world was as warm as spring. Maybe standing in front of her can only be cut by her sharpness, but the emperor is like going to see it, even at a glance. That's why he just laughed, sadistic smile and self-deprecating smile.

He lowered his head and walked slowly towards the queen's palace. Every step he took, he felt blood rushing to his face and something buzzing in his ears. The sun shines on my body but there is no temperature. I want to speak but I can't make a sound in my throat. I look over and my eyes are confused. This is such an absurd feeling of two generations. In front of that woman, I was really nothing!

Arrived, Fengyi Hall. This is the only palace that has not been demolished from previous memories - the owner of this palace is the mother of Emperor Lin Xi. He deliberately renovated the palace and reserved it for the new queen.

He stepped on the steps of the palace step by step, and a phoenix bird was carved on the steps of white jade. But his footsteps suddenly wanted to freeze, and he couldn't move up at all. He saw the god-like woman standing in front of the palace at the highest step and looking down at him. The coral-red eyes did not fluctuate at all, so they cast their sharp eyes on him.

The emperor stood there, and his eyes only stayed on her perfect and delicate face for a moment. It was offensive to look at the god-like face that day. It's too perfect, but people's first reaction is not to like it, but to be afraid. At this time, the emperor was so afraid that she would sneak away and leave him, although the queen's palace was full of guard warriors and the forbidden arts arranged by Shura.

"You wanted to come to see me, so I came out." The woman said, her voice was high and indifferent, like the cold moon above the nine heavens.

Can she guess what she is thinking? The emperor thought silently in his heart. Anyway, it's enough to take a look at her. He knows that it's impossible for this woman to belong to him all of a sudden. Although I really want to see her, I really stand in front of her and don't know what to say.

He looked up at the queen standing at the top of the steps, his pale and charming face, her narrow and bright eyes, the coral-red pupils were sharp, her scarlet lips, and her three-thousand-colored hair swaying in the winter wind... The gorgeous palace was condensed with cold edges. Transparent and brilliant, her face is bright, clear and soft, but it can't bring any warmth.

The emperor's eyes finally faded. It's better not to see each other.

"Do you have nothing to say to me?" A joking smile suddenly appeared from the corners of the queen's mouth, which was a joke. That kind of frivolous and world-weary smile, full of disdain, exactly the same smile as Shura who likes to kill...

The emperor trembled, a charming woman, an unpredictable woman. He couldn't figure out whether the woman's heart was crystal clear glass or cold iron stone.

He is only a few steps away from her, but she looks down indifferently from a high place, and he is looking up at her. He wanted to say how much he wanted to see her for a while, without any concern in his heart, without a trace of fear to look at her playing the piano, looking at her soft smile, or quietly and peacefully telling her how much he liked her in his heart, how tired he was, and how tired he was to support this huge empire... Then she Will you smile at yourself gently? He doesn't know.

But facing the sharp and cold eyes of her eyes, the emperor's heart suddenly became cold. He was silent for a moment and said coldly, "There is nothing to say!" Then he turned around and walked away. Strangely, he turned around and left much more decisively than when he came, without any hesitation...

Turning away, the smile on the corners of the woman's mouth was as cold as the whole winter.