This is northern Xinjiang, which is different from southern Xinjiang. It is almost a forgotten place. Even war can affect here.

He will be accompanied by the wind and frost of sheep here. There will be no good clothes and food for three meals a day. He will not see people for a long time, but someone will monitor him all the time. It is clear how many sheep there are here. None of them spoke to him. All he could tell was the grass and the sky.

His days will be like dead water, day after day, until death.

"Go!"

With a clatter, the prison door was finally opened, and the shackles on his hands and feet were taken off. He had been locked for more than a month. As soon as the iron was untied, he found that his hands, feet and wrists had begun to rot, emitting bursts of smell, and a circle of white ants carrying insects the size of insects were crawling on the rotten meat.

As soon as his feet fell to the ground, he knelt down feebly in pain.

Now, he is just a common people who has sinned. Without the identity of the prince, the guards just watched him stand up for a long time.

"In the future, you will be responsible for these sheep. Even if there is one less, someone will know. Be honest and don't try to play tricks!"

The soldiers escorting him shouted angrily with a cold face and drove away in the prison car. He watched these smelly sheep crowded around him, and his face was deeply buried in the ground——

His mind was full of the sentence given to him by Lian Yueyue when he left Beijing:

"Now, this golden Luan temple, this power, status, glory or wealth have nothing to do with your four Highnesses."

This sentence was like a magic spell, which was given to him by the moon. From the moment he left Kyoto, it had been hovering in his mind for a moment, stirring him day and night and restless all the time.

"Like the moon! Even like the moon! " He seemed stunned and kept reading her name.

This is the biggest torture she gave him 1! It's a thousand times and a hundred times more painful than being separated.

"What are you waiting for, herding sheep!" Someone shook his whip and shouted.

He looked down at the white worm crawling on his rotten ankle and said to the scolding humanity, "give me a knife."

"What do you want?"

"My feet are rotten. If I don't remove the rotten meat, my feet will be wasted. Don't talk about shepherding. Even if I can't walk, give me a knife." He said.

"There's no medicine for you here. If you want to remove rotten meat like this, it may hurt to death." Said the man.

"Not afraid, lend me a knife." Feng Qianyue insisted.

Seeing that he was like this, the guard had no physical strength to escape and could not attack, so he threw the knife at his waist into the air. Feng Qianyue stretched out his hand and caught it. He said again, "make a fire for me."

The bodyguard wanted to see if he had the courage to pick his own meat, so he really jumped off his horse and made a fire next to him.

"Thank you!" He burned the knife red, then picked up a branch beside him and bit it in his mouth. He picked up the knife and pointed it at the rotten meat crawling with white insects. He cut it down. Suddenly, there was a "squeak" sound. With a burst of burning smell, a piece of rotten meat was removed, and a burst of smoke came up on his feet. His hand holding the knife trembled violently, and it flowed out from his teeth biting the branch, Slide down the corner of your mouth.

He closed his eyes tightly, then opened them and cut again.

The guard was stunned. The token in his hand fell to the ground with a slap. He had never seen anyone who could do so to himself.

Feng Qianyue held on seriously, removed the rotten meat on his two ankles, and then lost his knife. The whole man fell powerlessly to the ground, just like a dead man.

"Even like the moon, You ridiculed and attacked me, and gave me strength. Even if I wait until death, I want to see you again!"

When the pain was blurred and almost dizzy, Feng Qianyue was saying such a sentence in his mind.

The sheep surrounded him, licked his face and crossed over from him. Grain by grain of sheep dung was pulled beside him, stinking. His chest fluctuated, and his hand tightly held the wilderness under him with the last trace of strength.

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Khitan, Youzhou, imperial palace.

Singing and dancing became peaceful, and the maids shuttled between the banquet. In the hall, several slim women were dancing with the music.

Empress Dowager Ren Yi of Qidan sits on the main hall. She is wearing a broad Phoenix robe and always has a cold and serious expression on her face. She is a Han. She came to Qidan at the age of 14 and bathed in blood all the way. Now she has become the Empress Dowager of Qidan. She is also a widow, a widow of only 48 years old.

At the age of 13, she married Yelv Lurong as a side imperial concubine. She was not very popular when Yelv Lurong was the emperor. Another side imperial concubine was really popular. Later, Yelv Lurong died young in the battle with the great Zhou Dynasty. There was a bloody storm of competition for the throne in the Khitan Palace. With her excellent power seeking ability, she controlled the imperial court for nearly 20 years.

She had planned to set up her eldest son, Yelv Chongyuan, king of the South court, as the emperor after the big Monday stop. She studied the army Marshal Lian Yanfu for several years. Originally, she thought that the prepared stop would win a complete victory, but she didn't expect to be completely planted. She died her most valued son, lost countless troops, and signed a humiliating treaty, Thanks to the boy called Lian Jue!

She must avenge this revenge!

Among the people under that building, in addition to the princes and nobles of Khitan and all civil and military officials, there are also Xiao Zhenhai, the latest Prime Minister of the south, Mrs. Xiao, and Xiao Hu, the general of civil and military affairs, but there is no shadow of Xiao He.

When yeluchu was about to drink a glass of wine with a slight smile, his personal bodyguard Modan bent down and said something in his ear. With a frozen eyebrow, he got up and went out to a quiet place. Modan said:

"Little prince, Xiao He really doesn't know what's good or bad. You made him a senior general. His official position is higher than that in the great Zhou Dynasty, but he tore up the grant in public and didn't give you face at all. At the end of the Empress Dowager's birthday, he invited him three times, but he was still indifferent." Modan breathed out.

Yeluchu's face became cold and said, "Xiao He is really stubborn. The king has done his utmost to him. He is still so stubborn. It seems that the king should teach him a lesson. Otherwise, he thinks that I Khitan has no better person than him."

"Little prince, even if Xiao He is really a rare talent, if he can't be used by us, it will be a disaster. According to what you will see at the end, it's better to kill him without telling Xiao Zhenhai!"

Yeluchu nodded and said, "what you said is also very reasonable. He can't be used by Xiao Wang. That's Xiao Wang's enemy."

"So..."