Chapter 1629 Wine and Chess

Even in the palace, there has never been such a rare feast and carnival.

Not only Jiuqing except the Law Lord enjoyed it, but even White Snake breathed a rare sigh of relief - it didn't matter even if he drank and had fun every day, at least His Majesty didn't slap his forehead and start issuing all kinds of fatal orders and policies. .

After the front leg was relieved of their blood tax for three years because of the tribute presented by the subjects and the beauty Long Yan, the back leg was offended by the beauty's coquettish words and slaughtered all the settlements that had just been gifted... This kind of thing is almost impossible. It's considered routine.

Frequent whims and whims make the blood pressure of White Snake and the most miserable Tiangong Qing continue to climb to the peak.

Including but not limited to various huge metal giants, wonders and another brand-new palace that is not inferior to the Li Palace, and even the imperial driver personally conquering the Sea of ​​Thunder...

Compared with the dark days full of blood and tears, life now is so pleasant.

Even White Snake himself never thought that one day he would be so grateful to a person in this situation.

Hunting, drinking, feasting, dueling...

Just like a child with a palace full of toys meets another playmate who comes to visit, the King of Blight happily leads this rare visitor around the entire subjugated country, and even arranged for six poets to be their guest. During the tour, he composed poems, engraved them on stone tablets, and even created new wonders of the forest of tablets.

Perhaps this is also related to the fact that the poet with the shortest stele will be tortured to have his soul cut out...

Not only that, he even generously gave visitors the courtesy and honor that was no less than his own, and never asked the other party to surrender or kneel down.

And the other party seemed to take it for granted, holding his head high and enjoying this courtesy, squinting at all the Solidifiers except the King of Blight, without any courtesy, and that face full of arrogance and pride made people more and more unhappy. .

But now, seeing the other person's body weakening and dilapidated day by day, even White Snake didn't know whether he should laugh at or feel sorry for him.

But this is also reasonable.

As small as a mortal thing, ignorant of the sky, short-sighted, and eventually decaying, how can it last forever like the king of hell?

"Ah, he seems to be dying."

At the end of the feast, Titus, who was leaning on the luxurious throne, was stunned for a moment, looking down at the bloody blood he had vomited.

The scorching red blood carried a terrifying temperature, and bits and pieces of ashes floated from it, shining scarlet.

"What happened, Abyss, is your sword still good?"

He reached out and fiddled with the sword blade that had penetrated his chest, full of dissatisfaction.

The King of Blight sneered: "All things are finite and cannot receive my complete authoritative protection. A life span of more than ten days is already the limit.

However, if anyone in this situation finally thinks about it and is willing to bow his head to the real emperor, he may not be unable to receive more grace. "

"forget it."

Titus thought for a moment, hesitated for a long time, and finally shook his head, sighing regretfully: "You are not a rare and stunning beauty. It's not worth it to lower your head for nothing for such an inexplicable thing.

Speaking of which, there have been several female emperors in Rome in the past, with extraordinary beauty. If they could have been born hundreds of years earlier, it would not be a pity to bow their heads. "

The King of Blight's expression became more and more joking: "Does it mean that if you lower your head, you won't be a traitor?"

Titus laughed loudly and looked over: "Even so, do you still dare to keep such a serious problem like me under your nose?

After being a wise king for so many years, I have never tried the role of a person who brings disaster to the country. "

The faces of all the ministers suddenly changed, and their eyes were cold, but the King of Wither remained calm and disdainful.

"so what?"

The King of Hell picked up the wine glass again: "It is enough to have only one true emperor, the current one. Is what I created cannot be shaken by one or two ambitious people?"

"Oh?" Titus asked curiously, "Don't you even look down on people like the Maharaja?"

"Being proud of victory and immersed in destruction will only get nothingness. No matter how tyrannical you are, you will have no achievements. Even if you are alive, you will be nothing more than withered bones in the grave."

His disdainful reply was like declaring the truth: "How can it be compared with my creation?"

Titus thought for a moment, looked at the surrounding scene seriously, and nodded in agreement: "That's not bad, for such a huge country, I really can't find another one even if I search the abyss.

pity--"

He paused for a moment, and his smile became more and more proud: "Compared with my Rome, it is still a little behind."

"What you love is just yesterday's bubble." The King of Blight shook his head: "Their destruction is close at hand, but you can't see them dissipating into nothingness."

"Maybe, but our world is still shining brightly, isn't it?"

Titus grinned and poked his head mockingly, studying his appearance, "That is a treasure that belongs only to me, to my subjects, and has nothing to do with you..."

He laughed out loud: "How about it, abyss, envy? Jealousy? Or, hate?"

The King of Blight glanced at his proud expression, but did not retort.

He just drank the wine in the glass unhurriedly, stood up, walked to his side, bowed his head and whispered something in his ear.

From the silence, no one else heard his words.

But it made Titus freeze on the spot.

Such a look had never appeared on the face of the old emperor of Rome,

First he was confused, then stunned, and finally he couldn't help laughing out loud, even though he was coughing and vomiting blood.

However, from beginning to end, his eyes were filled with only compassion.

Look at him.

"Can I drink any more, from the abyss?"

"certainly."

The King of Blight stepped on the table and sat across from him. He raised his glass to the dying emperor again and drank it down with him. Following the melody of music and dance, he sang loudly with the smug guest.

Until the wine is gone and the silk and bamboo are cut off.

The wine glass in Titus' hand fell to the ground, along with the sword with the soul nailed on it.

Wisps of flames rose from the dead body, gradually engulfing everything.

It illuminated the eyes of the King of Hell.

Only the last words rose from the ashes.

"Farewell, my friend."

"friend?"

The King of Blight lowered his eyes, looked down at the remaining wine in the glass, and shook his head: "Idiot, the emperor has no friends."

But even if the emperor has no friends, he might still feel sorry for the loss of his kind, right?

He was silent about it.

In the silence, Jiu Qing remained silent, lying on the ground, unable to restrain his restlessness and trembling, and did not dare to raise his head.

But for a long time, the expected anger never came.

"White Snake." The King of Blight called.

"I'm here."

The old prime minister stepped forward and heard the emperor's order: "Prepare a funeral for him, and do it on the scale I had during my lifetime."

"yes."

Then, the King of Blight bent down, picked up the wine glass that fell on the ground, placed it on top of the dry robe and ashes, and said goodbye finally:

"This thing suits you well, so I'll give it to you."

Unfortunately, no one responded.

Only a wisp of rising ashes flew silently and fell into the cup.

Just like that, the emperor turned and left.

Alone.

"Ah, wrong choice."

In the tea room in the afternoon, the regretful sighs of the players resounded.

Xuanniiao, who was deep in thought, was stunned for a moment, his eyes fell on the interlaced black and white on the chessboard, and he asked in confusion: "Have you not made a move yet?"

"yes."

Ye Xueya nodded and looked at him: "I'm talking about you."

Xuanniao was stunned.

When he focused on the chessboard again, he realized that his casual move, more than twenty moves later, had actually caused his failure.

"Indeed, next..."

He stretched out his hand to get the chess piece back, but Ye Xueya's movements were so fast that he had already dropped the white piece.

It completely blocked his idea of ​​regretting the game.

Earned with pride.

He smiled so happily, but he was cruel to his teacher.

This time, there are not more than twenty hands, but twelve hands.

But it doesn't matter, there is still room for redemption.

Ye Xueya wanted to take advantage of the victory, but it would have to come at a cost. After all, he was a little too arrogant and impatient to deal with an opponent like himself.

He straightened up and dropped again.

The proud opponent once again fell into long thinking.

Still tender.

But when he was meditating again, he heard a voice close at hand.

"I'm distracted again, old man."

"..."

Xuanniao was silent for a moment and sighed helplessly, "Indeed."

"It's so rare. Don't you always say that you are dedicated and sincere?" Ye Xueya smiled jokingly.

"Being distracted is enough to beat you."

Xuanniao made another move and added: "It's enough to beat you two."

True enough.

After more than ten moves, the chessboard became chaotic again and the direction was unclear. At the end of the day, Ye Xueya had no choice but to grab a handful of chess pieces and throw them out, admitting defeat.

The old guy is used to torturing people.

Every time he played chess with her, he would deliberately lead the situation to this point, and then use his control over the general situation to suppress her resistance and torture her continuously.

If it rains too much, it will become hot.

"No more playing, let's find another one!"

Ye Xueya said: "Change to chess!"

"Wait until you win before you talk about changing games."

Xuanniiao smiled, pushed the two colored chess pieces aside, cleared the chessboard again, and said, "Come again."

"Too much trouble."

Ye Xueya was unhappy.

Playing this kind of game with Xuanniao is the most uncomfortable thing - you have to bet first in the early stage to create favorable conditions. While the two sides are constantly wrestling with each other, it will make the situation further chaotic, and then you have to be in the dark. forward.

When you can't see the result, you keep thinking and guessing. The wonderful move you were so proud of just now may lead to the annihilation of the entire army...

In comparison, chess seems bold and refreshing, without any sloppiness.

Winning means winning, losing means losing.

Why go through so much trouble?

"Because that's the nature of it."

Xuanniao laughed, "In the final analysis, this is a game of struggle. If you want to win, courage, wisdom, determination, and calculation power are all indispensable... But the most important thing is resilience.

This is torture and pain that both sides inflict on their enemies. At the same time, they must try their best to put more pressure on the other side.

No matter how ugly the chess pattern is, you must play it if you can win. Even if there is no hope of winning anymore, we must continue to struggle and never give up until the last moment. "

He said: "What I hope you can adapt to is this tormenting process. The more tormenting, the better."

Ye Xueya held her chin and looked at him sideways: "Why do I feel that you work so hard every day that you don't want me to have an easy life?"

"Yes, that's part of the reason."

Xuanniao smiled and nodded, looking at her with a kind expression: "Can you get off?"

"..."

The old thing is getting more and more wicked.

what is this? Those who are close to ink are black?

Ye Xueya helplessly grabbed the chess piece and was pushed to the opposite side of the chess board again.

However, this time, he was not as polite as before.

Nonsense goes on and on.

Start to turn around and torture your opponent.

Unfortunately, after it worked once, Xuanniao turned a deaf ear to it. Even when Ye Xueya deliberately mentioned that a certain natural enemy often went out to find his sweetheart to create chance encounters, he was not shaken at all.

It's like Zen.

Until Ye Xueya held her chin and asked casually: "Are you worried about the plan for the kingdom of heaven?"

"..."

Xuanniao pinched Heizi and pondered for a long time, without concealing it: "Yes."

"What do you think?"

Ye Xueya followed him closely, pressing forward step by step.

"Whimsical, bizarre and absurd."

Xuanniao replied calmly: "Even if it is possible to implement it, it is still full of the style of the Utopia. If you win, you will win, and if you lose, you will be defeated - they lost once seventy years ago, which almost pushed the current situation to the point of destruction. Seventy years later, I want to do it all over again.”

"I'm pissed off about it," he said.

"It's just the two of us here. It doesn't matter if you speak rudely." Ye Xueya grinned: "You must be scolding the gambling dog."

Xuannio glared at her and said, "Play chess."

Ye Xueya fell into the trap.

Just as she said, such a plan, which was like a bankrupt gamble, was no longer within the scope of Xuanniao's approval from the beginning.

What he desires is a peaceful and stable present and an orderly future. What I want is to win step by step, not a rocket-like jump.

Slow down is slow, but there is no worry of falling overnight.

Xuanniao Luozi, struck the other's shield with his spear, and asked: "What would you do if it were you?"

"..."

Ye Xueya was silent, not knowing whether he was thinking about the situation on the chessboard or his own answer. After a long time, he made another move: "I will suffer too, even more than you.

But in the end, there is a high probability that you will agree. "

Xuanniao counterattacked: "What if we fail?"

Ye Xueya answered without hesitation: "Then it's all gone."

The current situation was destroyed.

The world is destroyed.

Everything he loved and owned was destroyed and buried in it.

Kuafu, the brainless one, Huan Chao, the sultry guy, Xiao Bai, the silly sweet guy, Di Ting, the melon-eating fanatic, Qiong Qi, the drinking buddy, Yuan Zhao, the little guy who is getting more and more worry-free, and my cousins ​​and nephews. , cousins ​​​​…

Dongxia, Dongxia genealogy, Social Security Bureau, Yingtianfu, Yanjing, Jinling, brandy, whiskey, rice wine from Shaoxing, hot pot from Yizhou, pancakes from Jinmen, bags, cosmetics, high heels, skirts, duty-free shops and fast food discounts Vouchers...

All gone.

And I am just an insignificant one among them.

She sighed silently.

Xuanniao smiled: "You are beginning to adapt to the suffering."

"How long will it take to get used to it?" Ye Xueya asked.

"Adapt until you get used to it."

Xuanniao Luozi said, "If the recasting plan can be completed and the essence of the abyss is also captured, the current situation can be sustained for at least a thousand years... We don't have to risk losing everything to gamble, and you can have a stable future."

"What about in a thousand years?"

Ye Xueya asked: "If you look at it for a hundred years, the Eastern Xia genealogy has changed through nine generations. Even if I am like you, one generation after another, what will happen after nine generations?

Old man, can you continue to suffer on behalf of people nine generations later? "

Xuanniao thought for a moment and nodded: "It's not impossible."

lie.

The chess game is messed up.

Ye Xueya attacked fiercely and went deep alone. He just asked: "If you miss this time, will you regret it in the future?"

Xuanniao didn't answer.

A silent move.

In the silence, only the crisp sound of falling water was left, causing ripples like sparse rainwater falling into a silent lake.

In a silent sigh.

"It would be nice if I were stronger."

Xuanniao said, "There is no need to make A Hai, Lao Fu and you suffer so much."

These are words that have been hidden in my heart for decades.

Even a dignified black bird can have such an unseemly weak look.

Ye Xueya learned really quickly, even faster than him.

He was already starting to feel pain.

"Then why not suffer a little more?" Ye Xueya suddenly said: "Make a decision, old man, it doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong."

Xuanniao's movements were slightly stagnant.

"What if it's wrong?"

"That's wrong." Ye Xueya asked, "Do we blame you? Should you do more?"

No matter what choice he makes.

No matter whether it is the failure of the Kingdom of Heaven plan or the pain of remaking the world, no one in the entire Dongxia family will blame Xuanniao.

No need to ask, this is the consensus of everyone.

Only Xuanniao is qualified to make this choice.

No one can do it except Xuanniao.

"I've learned how to suffer, old man."

Ye Xueya grabbed a handful of chess pieces for the second time, scattered them on the chessboard, covering the gradually declining sunspots, and smiled slightly: "Take me to review the lesson of breaking when you break."

Xuanniao was silent, looking at her and the chaos she created on the chessboard.

He reached out, picked up the chess pieces one by one, and put them back into the jar.

Let everything be clear again.

A silent smile.

"Then let's play a game of chess," he said.

.

Two hours later, Ye Xueya became so angry that he turned over the table and left.

She has never played chess.