GSY Chapter74

As soon as Cen Yelan raised his eyes, he saw Yuan Zheng.

 

Yuan Zheng was looking at him. He was holding the sword with his five, blood soaking his fingers, and his face was also injured. He looked embarrassed and fierce, but because of his stunned eyes, Cen Yelan’s heart softened for some reason, and he felt a little sad.

 

The sword was still hanging on Cen Yelan’s neck, his face was calm, without any panic. However, Yuan Zheng couldn’t bear to see that sword, so he clenched his sword, his expression suddenly became sinister, and he stared at the person standing beside Cen Yelan.

 

Yuan Heng smiled playfully and said, “Cen Yelan is indeed not the same to you.”

 

Yuan Zheng slowly lowered his eyes, trying to calm himself down, and calmly said, “Why did you capture Cen Yelan?”

 

“Nothing, he refused to work for me, so I had to get rid of him.” Yuan Heng said with a smile, “But looking at your current appearance, it’s really interesting.”

 

Yuan Heng said it lightly, but Yuan Zheng felt a surge of anger burning in his heart. He said calmly, “Cen Yelan is the commander of the Northern Territory. If you kill him, how can you appease the hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the Northern Territory?”

 

“Last winter, the Hu people lost two princes. With the blood feud at hand, once Cen Yelan dies, the Hu people will surely cause trouble. By then, the morale of the northern border army will be unstable, so what can they use to resist the Hu people’s cavalry?”

 

Yuan Heng smiled even more. He looked at the blood on his palm and rubbed it. It was sticky and disgusting. He slowly said, “If I kill him, it will be a relief ah.”

 

“Ah Zheng, seeing you in pain makes me happy.” Yuan Heng said.

 

Yuan Zheng’s face suddenly turned cold, and he looked at Yuan Heng expressionlessly.

 

Yuan Heng smiled and said, “Do you know why Emperor Father asked you to go to the north? Do you think it’s really a demotion to gain experience?”

 

“In fact, Emperor Father had already noticed the turmoil in the court at that time. He wanted to clear the way for you, but he was old and couldn’t do it anymore.” Yuan Heng said, “Over the years, I’m not the only one who has resentment. Lao Wu is not a good person either.”

 

“In order to ensure your smooth ascension to the throne, Emperor Father even went against the ancestral system and involved the Northern Border Army in the imperial power.”

 

Yuan Heng looked at Yuan Zheng’s pale face and smiled coldly, “Ah Zheng, you say, how can people be so biased?”

 

Yuan Zheng closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he did not look at Yuan Heng but only at Cen Yelan and said, “Yuan Heng, let Cen Yelan go.”

 

Yuan Heng laughed immediately. He was injured, and laughing would pull the wound. Si Shaoying immediately supported Yuan Heng and said softly, “Ah Heng, why waste time talking to them? The Hedong Army has already entered the city. Just kill them.”

 

Yuan Heng looked at Yuan Zheng, who had been stepping on his head for more than ten years, nodded, and smiled: “It is said that General Cen Yelan is proud and unbreakable. Ah Zheng, how about I cut Cen Yelan’s bones one by one for you to see?”

 

Yuan Zheng’s face was gloomy, and he suddenly turned his head to stare at Yuan Heng and said coldly, “If you dare to touch him, I will cut you into pieces!”

 

Cen Yelan remained silent and just looking at Yuan Zheng. With his outstanding martial arts skills, he could hear everything that was going on on the long steps clearly.

 

Yuan Heng looked at Yuan Zheng and said, “Ah Zheng, do you know what I hate most about you?”

 

“What I hate most is that you are always so arrogant, as if the whole world should praise and obey you.” Yuan Heng said. He turned his head to look at Cen Yelan, who was a few steps away. In the face of life and death, Cen Yelan still looked calm. At that moment, Yuan Heng inexplicably felt a little uneasy.

 

Yuan Heng looked across the entire Imperial Ancestral Temple. The city guards and the imperial guards were fighting each other. The Hedong Army was clearing the battlefield, so there shouldn’t be any mistakes.

 

The one holding Cen Yelan hostage with a sword was Lin Sizhuo, the assistant minister of the Ministry of Justice. When the soldiers surrounded the General’s mansion, he was on high alert, but he never thought that Cen Yelan would surrender just like this.

 

Cen Yelan just glanced at him and said, ‘Where are we going?’

 

Lin Sizhuo politely said, ‘The Imperial Ancestral Temple.’

 

Cen Yelan said, ‘Let’s go.’ Then he said to Lin Sizhuo, ‘Lord Lin, please send someone to clean up the bodies inside.’

 

Lin Sizhuo has been immersed in officialdom for a long time. Although he has never dealt with Cen Yelan, but he also knows that he is not an easy person to deal with. The fact that Cen Yelan was so easily controlled by him made Lin Sizhuo inexplicably uneasy.

 

Lin Sizhuo was thoughtful and sharp-eyed. When he saw Yuan Heng’s look, he tightened the sword in his hand and left a bloody wound on the side of Cen Yelan’s neck.

 

Yuan Zheng’s heart trembled. “Ah Lan!”

 

When Cen Yelan heard these familiar words, he felt relieved for some reason. He sighed softly, raised his eyes, and looked at Yuan Zheng, saying, “Why are you panicking?”

 

Just this sentence made Yuan Zheng’s eyes turn red, as if it was the sound of Buddha that came across mountains and rivers and could easily bring him back to the human world.

 

Yuan Heng felt even more uneasy. He looked at Yuan Zheng with murderous intent, and in a moment, Si Shaoying’s sword went towards Yuan Zheng.

 

At the same time, drums suddenly sounded from somewhere, one after another, the sound was thick and heavy, and everyone in the field was stunned. When they looked again, the world had changed. The large flag with the word ‘Si’ held high by the Hedong Army actually fell to the ground with a bang. Someone shouted loudly, “The Northern Border Army has been ordered to kill the traitors, those who surrender will not be killed!”

 

“The Northern Border Army has been ordered to kill the traitors, those who surrender will not be killed!”

 

The situation suddenly changed, and everyone was caught off guard.

 

Lin Sizhuo suddenly came to his senses and wanted to hold on to Cen Yelan, but he felt a pain in his wrist. In the blink of an eye, the handle of the sword fell into Cen Yelan’s hand. He saw blood splattering in a trance, and then he realized that it was the blood flowing from his own neck.

 

Cen Yelan raised his eyes and looked at Si Shaoying, who was fighting with Yuan Zheng outside the Imperial Ancestral Temple. He immediately jumped up with the sword and pushed away the soft sword that was stabbing at Yuan Zheng.

 

The outcome was already determined.

 

Si Shaoying stared at Cen Yelan like a desperate criminal, full of hatred, and swung his sword aggressively to take Cen Yelan’s life. “How could it be the Northern Border Army? How could it be the Northern Border Army!”

 

The fight between trapped beasts is the most ferocious. Cen Yelan’s palms were numb from the shock. He said calmly, “Why not the Northern Border Army?”

 

Si Shaoying was filled with resentment. Success or failure was only a matter of seconds. He could not accept it. He glanced at Yuan Heng and suddenly felt an overwhelming despair in his heart. He said hatefully, “We will not lose. Ah Heng is the real emperor!”

 

Cen Yelan said, “If he has no mercy or compassion, even if he becomes emperor, he will be nothing more than a tyrant.”

 

“What do you know!” Si Shaoying was furious. His eyes passed by a person. It was Li Jingchuo. He was wearing the Hedong Army uniform. All the Northern Border Army soldiers on the field were dressed in the Hedong Army uniform. In a moment, he seemed to understand something. He clenched the sword in his hand, and his attack became more and more fierce and unyielding, as if he wanted to drag Cen Yelan to death together. Cen Yelan frowned slightly. When the swords met, the energy suddenly became fiercer and fiercer. Cen Yelan’s stomach twitched and hurt, and his face turned pale.

 

Si Shaoying was so sharp that he immediately struck out with his palm towards Cen Yelan. Cen Yelan hastily blocked the palm strike and retreated several steps, and it was Yuan Zheng who grabbed his shoulder.

 

Yuan Zheng asked hurriedly, “Ah Lan?”

 

Cen Yelan’s face was pale, the tip of the sword touched the ground, and just when he was about to say “no problem”, he raised his eyes and saw Yuan Heng’s soft sword approaching. Cen Yelan threw the sword without thinking, and Yuan Zheng also reacted and stabbed Yuan Heng with the sword in his hand.

 

Yuan Heng managed to deflect the long sword with great difficulty, and the tip of the sword that was going to kill him could not get even half an inch closer to him.

 

Because Si Shaoying stood in front of him.

 

The two looked at each other. Yuan Heng stared at Si Shaoying in a daze. Si Shaoying’s handsome face looked miserable, but his eyes were still looking at him. His lips moved, but before he could say anything, he had already drawn his sword and fell down.

 

Yuan Heng looked at Si Shaoying and remembered that when he was young, Si Shaoying was left in the capital by his father.

 

The youths from the noble families in the capital laughed at him, saying that he was a little barbarian, just because the ancestors of the Si family were not Han Chinese. The ancestors of the Si family were originally a small tribe in Hedong. Because of their bravery and good fighting skills, they followed the founding ancestors to establish the foundation of Dayan and became what they are today. Si Shaoying was born thin and small. He was pushed to the ground like a wolf cub with sharp teeth and claws. His eyes were fierce, and he struggled desperately. In the end, he was beaten till his nose was swollen and his face was covered with dirt.

 

Yuan Heng met Si Shaoying in the rockery. Si Shaoying stared at him warily, and Yuan Heng called him ‘Little barbarian.’

 

Si Shaoying’s eyes became even more ferocious, but Yuan Heng smiled, squatted down, and said, ‘Your father doesn’t want you anymore. If you continue to be so violent and aggressive, you will die in the capital.’

 

Si Shaoying said, ‘It’s none of your business!’

 

Yuan Heng smiled and said, ‘If you die like this, no one will care. How pitiful.’

 

Si Shaoying said nothing.

 

Yuan Heng reached out and plucked off a dead branch that was stuck in Si Shaoying’s hair and said, ‘Only if you hold your anger for a while longer will you have a chance. Just stay alive.’

 

Many years passed, and now Si Shaoying is dead.

 

Yuan Heng felt bland in his throat, and blood rushed to his lips and teeth. He slowly looked at Yuan Zheng and Cen Yelan with bloodshot eyes. He shook the tip of his sword and rushed directly towards them.

 

Yuan Zheng is worried about Cen Yelan’s restlessness in his heart, and the two brothers fight to the death, wishing to take each other’s lives. The two of them aimed at the vital points. Yuan Heng was injured, he was caught off guard for a moment and was kicked hard in the chest and hit on the Imperial Ancestral Temple closed door hard.

 

The door of the Imperial Ancestral Temple was heavy, and it creaked open. Yuan Heng fell into the Imperial Ancestral Temple, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood.

 

The hall was solemn and dignified, with sandalwood incense burning. The ancestors of the Yuan family were enshrined in the hall, with their portraits hanging on the wall, staring at the two of them quietly.

 

Yuan Zheng looked down at Yuan Heng. Yuan Heng knew that he was powerless to change the situation. He did not feel sad at all but just felt it was absurd and ridiculous.

 

He spent half his life planning and scheming, but in the end he still lost.

 

Yuan Heng staggered to his feet, looked back at the portraits in the hall, and laughed. His shoulders were shaking with laughter. He pointed his sword at the lofty portraits and finally pointed at Yuan Zheng, saying, “Yuan Zheng, it’s not that I, Yuan Heng, am not as good as you.”

 

“It’s time that doesn’t allow me, time doesn’t allow me!”

 

After saying that, he raised his hand without hesitation, and the soft sword crossed his neck, and blood gushed out.