Chapter 86 Desperate Memories

Yin Cangyan looked up at the sky, and the last star moonlight was swallowed up by the shadow, and the night sky was dark. Except for the bright flames that were jumping and burning, the whole earth sank in the thick and deep darkness.

He seemed to have been hit hard, staggering back, barely supporting his body with a knife until he fell down. Looking up, he suddenly found that the scene in front of him was transformed - it was no longer a cruel battlefield in Qinghe City. He was standing in front of a big house, with several big words 'General's Mansion' on the front door plaque.

The knife in his hand also disappeared, without armor, and wearing Xiujin official tonic when he usually attended the court meeting.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes wide and raised his hands in front of him, as if he saw the most incredible thing.

There are no old wrinkles on his hands, and his skin is firm and smooth, showing the infinite vitality of his youth. He reached out and stroked his cheek without any scars, and his nose was intact. He covered his right eye, and even his blind left eye saw the light again. A breeze blew, and the hair floated - it was no longer a painful white flower, and the hair was dark and bright.

He held his breath and didn't even dare to breathe - this was obviously himself when he was young. It was clearly the scene when Emperor Mingchan had just ascended the throne 20 years ago and he had just retreated home in his imperial uniform.

"Are you finally going home?" In an instant, his eyes became wet. The general of the imperial palace, who had been fighting for a lifetime, stood in front of his mansion and burst into tears.

A man in servant clothes hurriedly greeted him, knelt down in front of him and said respectfully, "General, the eldest son and the second son are waiting for you to go home. In the past few days, the little prince has learned to call his father. The wife has ordered the cook to arrange lunch and said that she will wait for you to come back for a reunion dinner."

Yin Cangyan's heart seemed to be pierced fiercely and bloody.

As if carrying a boulder, he walked to the house step by step. Obviously, he went back to his home, but his mood was as heavy as running to the execution ground.

Stop under the plaque of the 'General's Mansion' and look up at the big characters of the iron- painted silver hooks. In this life, he is like walking on thin ice. He did not hesitate to win with his life several times in exchange for the highest status of soldiers today - the general of the imperial palace. Now I just want to have a reunion dinner with my family, which is more exciting than being given the name of 'Royal Palace' by your majesty and the sword and robes by your horse at the court meeting.

As soon as they entered the door, two teenagers stood at the door, one fifteen years old and the other ten years old. When they saw their father coming home, they eagerly shouted, "Dad is back!"

This is his two sons, the eldest son Yin Shanhe. Since childhood, he has been inspired to ride a horse and fight like his father and become a world-class warrior. Since he was a child, he has been working hard and hone his strength. Just after his fifteenth birthday, he is as strong as a calf. The second son, Yin Yuzhen, learned from the vertical and horizontal skills of Fanyang. He knows the classics and latitudes, knows yin and yang, understands the public opinion, and calculates Zhou Yi. These obscure things are clear in his heart, not to say as for the four books and five classics and Confucian classics learned by scholars.

The two brothers have been very sensible since they were young, and they have not been infected with the bad habits of the dboy brother because their father is a powerful general of the imperial palace. The two brothers thought that a sword and armored war horse that would take over their father in the future were going out to fight. One was in charge of the temple and lead the ministers, so that those sour officials would not splash dirty water on their father.

Yin Cangyan trembled and stretched out his hand to touch his son's cheek. He was afraid that all this was just a moon mirror flower, which was fleeting.

His palms fit together with his son's young cheeks, feeling the delicate skin touch that only children have, such as thunder. He suddenly moved forward, squatted down, hugged his two sons tightly, left and right, buried his face in his son's shoulder, tried his best to resist the sadness, tried his best not to let his sob be heard by his son, and tried his best not to see his tearful face.

He felt his sons' hands patting him on the shoulder, "What's wrong with Dad? Is there anything bothering you again?"

"It's okay... It's okay. Dad is happy to see you again, and Dad is happy!" His voice trembled and choked.

"Dad is not at home these days, and we also miss you very much. We also taught our brother to call Dad, so that we want Dad to go home happier. Today, my mother arranged for my servants to make all your favorite food, saying that our majesty Fanyang Mingchan ascended the throne, and now there will be no war. You don't have to be born and die. Our family will get together..." The eldest son Yin Shanhe said.

"Good...good...let's go to see your mother!" He stood up and raised his face, as if he could make tears flow back. He never found that the sky in the imperial capital would be so clear.

He took the hands of his two sons, left and right, walked to the inner house, and looked all the way around. The flowers, birds, trees and the pavilion and the water in the general's mansion seemed to take a look, and these things could be kept in his heart for another moment.

Through the courtyard, the rockery is full of green lotus and bananas, which are exquisitely scattered. Walking down from a wooden bridge is the inner house hall. He stood at the door, stopped, and his lips couldn't help trembling.

A gentle-looking woman was sitting in the room with a three or four-year-old child on her knees, with her arms and legs scratching and legs. He was put on her lap on her back like a turtle. Her small fist was clenched. The woman reached out and rubbed his round belly and scratched his white feet, causing the child to cluck. Laugh.

Suddenly, the child stretched out his finger outside the house and shouted, "Dad...Dad...Dad..."

The woman turned her head and saw her husband standing outside the house holding her two sons' hands. She was slightly surprised - her husband led the army all his life, was proud, and rarely got close to the children. It was the first time to hold the children's hands like this.

"I'm back!" She stood up, held her youngest son in her arms and came out. She smiled gently and said, "This fat boy recognized you!" Little Yin Zhe, let's see who's back!"

Yin Cangyan said softly, "Mr. Su Rou." His voice is ever gentle, like the soft lake with blue waves in early spring.

"You're not leaving now, are you?" The woman has a white face and a beautiful appearance. She was born in the imperial capital Zhen. She is a beautiful woman who is knowledgeable and can support her.

"I won't go, I won't go again!" Yin Cangyan stretched out his hand and pinched Xiao Yin Zhe's face, full of joy.

There are not many days for a family of five to get together like this. In the past, they rarely cared about their families and felt that men should ride on war horses, fight, fight, and create supreme glory. As time goes by, I wash my heart. Maybe the intrigue in the temple is too tiring, but I feel that the life with my family is the best.

Sitting at the dinner table and eating with his family, Yin Cangyan suddenly lost his mind. His gentle and virtuous wife, his understanding son, and the family were happy together. It was so good. Zhen Surou picked up his favorite crispy chicken legs and put them in his bowl, smiling like a curved crescent moon. The two sons sat there with straight waists and looked at the big table of delicious food. They couldn't help but move their chopsticks - Dad didn't eat, so they must not be greedy. The youngest son Yin Zhe pointed to the table: "Meat...meat..." made his family laugh.

Yin Cangyan picked up the crispy chicken leg his wife gave him and felt sad. Today, for some reason, he always feels that he can't control his emotions. On the battlefield, he can watch the warrior die without even blinking his eyes. His heart is like a stone, but today he can't help crying.

It seems that I have been together with my family for a long time.

"Eat, eat, don't sit!" He greeted, and the two sons wolfed down the food. These two guys are good at everything, but there is a difference in food. Brothers, you fight for me. I'm afraid that if you eat slowly, you won't have your share. Zhen Surou fed her little son a small piece of fat fish meat without thorns. The little guy squeaked his mouth and could taste the meat, and he hummed contentedly.

"That's great!" He wants to cry happily, stay away from fighting, stay away from the temple and hall, and be happy with his family, idle and comfortable. Such days are even poorer, bitter, and comfortable. It is easy for people to suffer together. How many couples become close-looking after getting rich and noble? And he is already the general of the imperial palace, an extremely high-class minister, and still likes this kind of plain life of harmonious marriage.

Suddenly, the scene in front of me changed again.

Someone broke into the door, and his body was as smart as a ghost. The wind swept to the two sons, rubbed his fingers into a knife, and waved it vigorously!

The necks of the two sons were cut off in an instant, and they were cut off by the assassin with a knife. The head flying into the air kept the last surprise, flew far away, and then fell to the ground.

His wife Zhen Surou held Xiao Yinzhe in her arms and screamed back.

Yin Cangyan looked at the bodies of his two sons sitting at the table, holding chopsticks with a bowl in his hand, but his neck was cut off and his blood sprayed high. He was heartbroken and stared at the assassin and was stunned in an instant.

This person is clearly the celebrity around His Majesty Mingchan, the new eunuch Guo Amon. His Majesty gave him a sword and the title of the imperial palace, which was read by this man in front of the ministers of the imperial capital in the hall.

When he knelt down to accept the order, the big eunuch with a smile clearly said in a sincere voice, "General Yan, it's all your credit that Fanyang will be prosperous in the future!"

But why did this smiling eunuch kill him now?

"Guo Diaang, what do you mean?" He said furiously.

There was a sound of fighting outside. No, it should be a unilateral massacre. The servants of the general's mansion were killed by the thugs who broke in.

Guo Ameng stretched out his hand, raised his orchid finger, and wiped the scarlet blood on his lips, which was red and shocking. He showed a gloomy smile. He said, "Your Majesty's secret order is to execute General Yan of the Imperial Palace."

"Executions? What's the crime?" He took a step back, habitually reached out to draw the knife, and found that the knife was not on his body today.

"What is the crime? We don't know that the general is a meritorious minister of Fanyang. Even the descendants of Fuze can't be blamed, but your majesty can't figure it out. If you really want to know the truth, you can only say that you are the emperor and a courtier. Your Majesty ascends the throne. Only by killing you old ministers of the former dynasty can you suppress the ministers and sit firmly on the throne... After all, you also know how difficult it is for Your Majesty Ming Chan's throne to come to the throne!" Guo Ameng's tone is smooth and delicate, full of air.

This is the peak of the first person in the world.

"If you and Lu Zhuguo can help your majesty, I'm afraid your majesty can read some benefits to you, but unfortunately... it's too late." Guo Amon reached out and picked up a finely cut piece of cooked meat from the table, put the smell of blood into his mouth and chewed it carefully.

Zhen Surou held little Yin Zhe tightly in her arms, looked at the bodies separated from the heads of her two sons, and screamed.

Where is Yin Cangyan's demon? He is motionless, as if he is frozen.

"Don't worry, General Yan doesn't have to be afraid of being too lonely on Huangquan Road. Our family has just come from Lu Zhuguo's side. Lu Zhuguo has taken a step ahead. If you leave as soon as possible, you can still have a companion on the road, so that our family can explain to your majesty." Guo Ameng spoke and stabbed him fiercely with his hand instead of a knife.

Yin Cangyan flashed sideways and could be dodged. He was cut open by the eunuch's nails. His head buzzed like an explosion, and his thoughts were in chaos. He couldn't believe the picture in front of him. Obviously, he was eating happily with his family at the moment, and the next moment, his two sons were bloody corpses.

The eunuch smiled and rubbed her fingers into a knife again. Most of her white and slender neck was cut open by a hand knife, leaving only a little skin and flesh connected to her body. Her blood was sprinkled on little Yin Zhe in her arms, and she was powerless to fall back.

"Guo Amon--" Yin Cangyan roared, reaching out and grabbing the chair beside him and throwing it at the eunuch who smiled when he killed the murder. Before the chair hit the big eunuch, it was broken into powder in front of him.

Guo Ameng, the first person in the world, killed Fanyang Jianghu so much that he couldn't raise his head. He could never beat him.

But how can he sit idly by and ignore his family's killing?

"General Yan, don't embarrass our family!" The old eunuch approached step by step, with a cold smile.

The old eunuch's pupils suddenly shrank and strode back to avoid a flash of knife light.

He stroked his chest and pretended to be panicked, "What a fierce knife that almost killed our family. Wang Zhongli, the new general of Qiqi, don't worry. Kill General Yan of the imperial palace. The next one is you, the Fanyang military. You have to clean up well.

"General, go, go! I have prepared the carriage, and Your Majesty is going to kill all the generals in Fanyang!" Wang Zhongli's cold eyebrows when he was young were far from the later image of Confucian students.

"General, don't work hard. It's not too late to leave now. When the imperial army comes, you can't leave!" Wang Zhongli shouted anxiously.

"There is no need to worry about leaving Qingshan without firewood. Keep our lives first, and we can still rise again."

He pushed General Yan and walked outside the house, holding a knife to confront the eunuch.

"Yin Zhe...Yin Zhe...is still alive!" Yin Cangyan squatted down, held the child who had just learned to call his father from his wife's arms, and held it in his arms to prevent him from seeing blood. He was full of tears and did not dare to see the bodies of his wife and children.

"You guys, escort the general out of the city, the farther you go, the better!" Wang Zhongli coldly ordered his guard warriors.

"Can you escape from the palm of my hand?" The old eunuch's tone is funny. He reached out and crushed a teacup, and the fine celadon crumbs rolled in the palm of his hand and suddenly rolled it out like a shower.

The fine porcelain pieces went straight to Yin Cangyan. He held Yin Zhe in his arms and it was difficult to dodge. Countless fragments scraped his face and the blood flowed like a note. He felt that the meat on his nose flew out, and a sharp piece of porcelain inserted into his left eye, full of blood.

He didn't know where he was going. He only felt that several warriors surrounded him in the middle and protected him in a carriage. Wang Zhongli held a knife and forced the eunuch into the room and could not take half a step.

I'm afraid this young man, who is half his student, will be in a risk!

In the carriage, regardless of his bloody face, he lifted the curtain and finally looked at the words 'General's Mansion', full of grief. Hundreds of imperial forbidden soldiers broke into the house with heavy fighting, which was a mess.

"Huangfu Mingchan, you won't die! It's not good to die!" Yin Cangyan knelt in the carriage and roared. He was full of grief and indignation, and tears mixed with blood dripping on the face of his only surviving youngest son.

The child babbling and shouted, "Dad...Dad..."

The general, who had been fighting for many years, cried loudly, holding the last relative in the world and crying hard.

Many years later, Yin Cangyan dared not recall what happened that day. Every time he thinks about it, he feels that he has sunk into the endless darkness, like sinking into a bottomless abyss, cold and suffocating.

As soon as he closed his eyes, the eldest son Yin Shanhe and the second son Yin Yu fell to the ground, the appearance of Xianshu's wife holding her youngest son to die, and the eldest eunuch Guo Ameng wiped a bright red cruel smile on the corners of his mouth with blood.

He took his little son to live an isolated life in the mountains and forests. He was not a ghost. He slept with a knife in his arms every night for fear of being cruel when he opened his eyes.

What happened that day was the most unbearable and terrible memory in his life. When he thought about it, he was cold all over and couldn't help but make him crazy.

He practiced Buddhism, recited the Universal Sutra, and replaced the knife at his waist with Buddha beads in his hand, as if to suppress the demons he hated in his heart.

Everyone has the most feared memories in their hearts, burying them deeply in their memories, and never forgetting to fill the soil, for fear that the memories will rush out and devour people, but the most horrible and frightening things still appear in front of them without leaving a trace, which is angry, out of control and desperate.

It seems that it has sunk into the endless darkness, which even the stars and moon can cover it.

The scene in front of me is transformed again.

Yin Cangyan lay on the cold ground, and the tears on his face were dried in the autumn wind, which was cold and piercing. He has a knife in his hand, armor on his body, and scars on his face. Everything is the same as before.

What happened to that memory just now? So realistic, the scene of the tragic death of his family that day was repeated in front of him, which was too real. He looked at his hands, as if the touch of touching his two sons' faces just now was still there, and he could clearly recall the smell of the food his wife gave him, and... the pungent smell of blood.

He didn't want to recall what happened that day, but he was afraid of forgetting, forgetting the appearance of his two sons, and forgetting his virtuous and gentle wife. But 20 years later, he has forgotten the appearance of those he loves deeply, but he has remembered the tragic situation of them falling into a pool of blood.

He felt that he had no strength all over his body, so he wanted to lie down like this, quietly drowning himself in the darkness of despair, and remained motionless.

The warriors around him collapsed on the ground like a loss of fighting spirit. He knew that these people, like him, were forced to recall the most feared memories in life at the moment when the moon was completely swallowed up.

The zombies around seemed to smell the breath of despair from these living people. They were about to go crazy with excitement and whined with satisfaction. They moved forward step by step and pounced on these warriors who had lost their fighting spirit.

Yin Cangyan burst into tears and muttered to himself: "Mountains and rivers, kong hou, and Surou, our family just reunited. It's so good, so good!"