novelraw Chapter 392: Accept the Defeat
Chapter 392: Accept the Defeat
Shen Yanshu galloped for half the night, one person and one horse.
The night wind was biting and cold. He rode his horse away from the Shi'an River alone, left the city, and galloped away on the endless wide road in the suburbs.
Aimlessly, running wildly into the wind.
The biting night wind penetrated the only clothes on his body, freezing his hands and making his whole body feel like ice cubes. However, he was completely aware of it. He rushed all the way to the foot of a mountain and stopped his mount.
Looking up at the endless mountains in front of him, Shen Yanshu let go of the reins, gently rubbed his two numb hands, and then slowly got off the horse.
Before his legs, which were almost unconscious, could stand firmly on the ground, he suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground weakly.
He lay there in a daze for a while, looking at the bright night sky and the few stars in the sky, with a hint of relief in his eyes.
To 꿁 tonight is a good 꿂떚.
Accompanied by the bright moon and stars, I feel lonely on the road to the underworld.
My body is cold and the ground is cold too.
Shen Yanshu raised his hand to cover his eyes gently, then stood up from the ground with a somewhat hesitant movement, and gently patted his beloved horse's head: "Find another master, thank you for your hard work tonight."
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the mountain step by step.
The horse seemed to predict something and neighed behind him.
Shen Yanshu seemed to have never heard of it. The moonlight shone silvery white on the ground, and he could see the road under his feet clearly without a lamp.
Although the road up the mountain is rugged, it is not difficult.
As Shen Yanshu walked, he recalled his experiences from childhood to adulthood.
As a person, he was filial and could continue the bloodline of the Shen family. The Shen family was completely cut off with him.
As a loyal minister, he betrayed His Majesty's trust in him and committed regicide. Even death would be enough to atone for his crime.
As friends, he betrayed their trust and betrayed everyone.
Even playing chess with that person is a failure.
What is he living for?
Shen Yanshu tried hard to recall, but he remembered the meaning of his life.
At night, towards early morning, there was a lot of humidity in the mountains.
After walking on a mountain road for a while, the originally frozen body finally felt a little warmer. A fine line of sweat broke out on Shen Yanshu's forehead, and there was a hint of blood on his pale face.
When he finally reached the top of the mountain, Shen Yanshu suddenly froze.
I don't know when a man sat on a huge rock in the mountain. He had a black mink fur cloak and a jade crown on his head. He was looking quietly to the east. Although he had not left yet, he was sitting there as if he was waiting. It's like watching something come out.
Shen Yanshu stood frozen like a wooden sculpture, staring at the figure that was very familiar to him, and did not react for a long time.
"What are you doing standing here?" The man sitting on the boulder on the edge of the cliff turned his head and looked at the direction where Shen Yanshu was standing. His angular features were clear and handsome, with a cold and deep demeanor, "Now that we are here, Let’s sit together.”
Shen Yanshu's feet felt like they were filled with lead. After a while, he raised his stiff feet and walked over: "Why are you here?"
The man asked calmly: "If you can come, can I come?"
Shen Yanshu remained silent.
"sit down."
Shen Yanshu pursed his lips and sat down next to him.
Below the boulder is a hundred-foot cliff. Although it is more exaggerated and terrifying than the ten thousand-foot cliff, if you fall, you will definitely find your whole body.
"I failed." When the man said this, there was no trace of resentment or bitterness in his tone, as if his years of planning were just a game of house, "If you fail, you have to admit it, and you are willing to accept defeat." ”
Shen Yanshu looked at the eastern sky: "You don't need to come."
The man's tone was domineering: "I can come whenever I want, but you stopped me."
Shen Yanshu was speechless, he did stop him.
"If I come here, after dawn, will I have to collect your body?" The man's tone became more sinister, "With my permission, you want to seek death?"
Shen Yanshu was silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head: "This is seeking death."
"What's that?"
"It's me who deserves to die." Shen Yanshu's voice was calm, and there were no fluctuations in it. "She killed me, which means I should live."
A hint of coolness passed over the corner of his mouth: "A person like me lives by wasting food, wasting water, and being evil."
The man's expression changed, as if he was angry or tense, and he didn't speak for a while.
The air is cold in the mountains and even colder at night.
The man looked at Shen Yanshu's thin robe and thought of his physical condition in recent years. His head was filled with inexplicable emotional fluctuations. He held back a sentence for a long time: "Why don't you wear more clothes when going up the mountain?"
Shen Yanshu looked at him strangely, feeling that he was perfectly normal tonight.
A person who has always been as cold and ruthless as the King of Hell would actually care about what he wears?
"Are you worried that I will talk nonsense in front of her?" Shen Yanshu smiled, with a hint of boredom towards the world in his smile, "I have been doing everything for so many years, even if Your Majesty is like a mirror, As long as there is no evidence, she will not do anything to the prince."
When the man heard this, frost appeared on his face visibly: "Do you think I'm worried about you?"
"What about Ran?" Shen Yanshu chuckled, obviously self-aware, "Maybe you are worried about me."
They all know how they have been in these years.
Do you think it’s too hypocritical to show love at this time?
The man was Xuanyuan Heng, the Xiao King of the Southern Kingdom. When he heard Shen Yanshu's words, his expression froze slightly, and then he said firmly: "In short, your life belongs to me, and I have no right to die."
Shen Yanshu sneered: "Your Majesty, you should find a way to save your own life. My life has always belonged to you."
"you--"
"Everything I did before was done willingly." Shen Yanshu cut off his words, stood up and prepared to leave, "But we will meet again in the future. I have helped the prince, and the prince wants this useless thing from me. There's nothing wrong with chess. Go back and be your prince. Even if you can't control the wind and rain for the rest of your life, you'll be rich for the rest of your life."
"Everyone is responsible for what he does." Prince Xiao's voice was indifferent, "No one needs to bear the sins of this king."
Shen Yanshu slowly turned his head and looked at him with an incomprehensible look.
"Shen Yanshu." Prince Xiao stood up and walked to him, "If I am still lucky enough to live, give up this tiring identity for the rest of my life, find a place in the mountains and forests to hide from the world, live in seclusion, and spend this life in an ordinary way, will you... be willing to accompany me? "
Shen Yanshu looked at him steadily, then smiled faintly: "Yes."
After that, he turned and left: "Stop following me."
Xiao Wang stood uttering a word, watching his thin back from a distance, and suddenly realized that this man was so thin, as if a gust of wind could blow him away...
The wind in the mountains is very strong and very cold.
King Xiao stood alone, thinking about Shen Yanshu's situation over the years, and his attitude towards him, and slowly clenched the hands hanging by his side.