SFS Chapter 105: The Gate is Full of Heads of the Powerful and Noble
Chapter 105: The Gate is Full of Heads of the Powerful and Noble
"Little maid, do you know what the most beautiful sound in the world is?"
Shen Changgong looked at the chaotic Shura field below and asked Gongsun Wan'er behind him without turning his head.
Gongsun Wan'er curled her lips and said,
"What? It can't be those screams down there, right?"
"Almost. What I like to hear most is the curses and wails of my enemies before they die. The more fiercely they curse, the more desperate they are."
"The curses of the weak are silent, but the silence of the strong is deafening."
Hearing Shen Changgong's words, Gongsun Wan'er glanced at him and said,
"Oh? Really? I'm your enemy too. I was the one who brought you here. You must really hate me. Do you want to throw me down there to fight with those people?
Let you also hear my curses and screams."
Shen Changgong smiled brightly, a dangerous smile.
"I'll listen, but not now."
Gongsun Wan'er was startled when she heard this, and quietly covered her little butt and moved away from Shen Changgong.
She was afraid that if she continued to act arrogantly, this scoundrel would really spank her in front of everyone.
The fighting below was still going on. Those people were killing like crazy. No matter whether they knew each other or not, they were all hacking at each other.
Shen Changgong's gaze was always on one person and never moved away.
The man's name is Yan Guichao.
Yes, Yan Guichao is not dead yet. Shen Changgong has not killed him yet just to wait for this day and throw him in here.
Yan Guichao was tortured badly. There were burn scars on his face, and the thing between his legs was gone. He walked in a timid manner, and it was unclear whether he looked like a woman or a eunuch.
In short, he had lost any hope of living. He was thrown here and given a knife. He held the knife and looked around blankly, at a loss as to what to do.
He watched his father being tied to a high platform and executed by slow slicing, watched the woman he once loved most cutting Prince Gong's body with a knife, and watched his three brothers standing in front of him, holding knives and guarding against each other. There was no longer any warmth and peace of brotherly love.
He suddenly felt that everything was over, let it all be over.
At the beginning, his three brothers were able to work together, huddled in a corner, and resist the people outside.
And those people outside were almost in a mess.
Although most of them knew each other, they didn't have time to form teams or gangs.
People are scattered, and everyone knows that forming cliques is useless, and in the end only one person can survive.
At most, it's just a few brothers in the family, like swallows returning to their nest, staying close to each other, being wary of their surroundings and each other.
The battle has been going on all the time. The fight between a thousand people cannot be ended in a short time. People tend to seek benefits and avoid harm. It is not so easy to kill them all.
The empress looked at the carnage in front of her. Although her eyes were indifferent, her expression was already a little impatient. After all, this kind of bloody and brutal scene would only be enjoyed by those who had a grudge against the other party or those with a dark mentality. Normal people would not be able to accept such a scene.
Yan Fuyao already felt both physical and psychological discomfort.
Shen Changgong noticed this keenly, turned slightly sideways, and said in a low voice,
"If your Majesty feels unwell, please return to the palace. I will be able to keep an eye on things here."
However, Yan Fuyao shook his head firmly and said,
"I'm fine. I might have to go to the battlefield myself in the future. It's much more brutal than here. If I can't even accept this, how can I inspire morale on the battlefield in the future?"
Shen Changgong shook his head and said,
"With me here, Your Majesty will never need to go to the battlefield."
Yan Fuyao looked at him in surprise, and felt a little touched. Then she said with a sweet smile,
"What if you die?"
"I don't need a widow like you to go to the battlefield even if I die."
Shen Changgong immediately retorted.
"Just as Wan'er said, your mouth can really make people angry to death."
"Same here, your Majesty's mouth is very sweet too."
Yan Fuyao snorted coldly,
"Really? This is the first time someone has praised me like this."
"Yes, I even want to taste it to see if it's really sweet."
Yan Fuyao's beautiful eyes widened when she heard that.
This guy actually dares to tease me here?
In such a bloody and violent scene, I have to rely on bickering with him to ease my inner disgust, and he actually still has the mood to tease me?
"You wish for it. Let's see how you perform in the future."
Yan Fuyao snorted coldly and turned his head away, ignoring him.
Shen Changgong laughed. The empress and Gongsun Wan'er were both more arrogant than each other.
They all need to be disciplined.
"By the way, Your Majesty, they say a king never jokes. Is that true?"
"Of course, whatever I say, I will keep my promise and do what I say."
"Oh, about the matter of me taking a concubine..."
"You wishful thinking, I was just speaking up for you to save face in front of Prince Rong, did you take it seriously?"
"But you are not joking..."
"It depends on your performance. If you perform well, you will be allowed to take a concubine. If you perform poorly, you will only have Wan'er as your woman."
Gongsun Wan'er: ???
Am I so worthless?
Shen Changgong didn't know how to behave as she said.
Women's hearts are as unpredictable as the sea, and living with a king is like living with a tiger, making Yan Fuyao's thoughts extremely difficult to guess.
If it really doesn't work, I'll conquer the whole world and give it to her, and see if she is hard-mouthed or sweet-mouthed.
The fighting was still going on below, but the number of people had dropped sharply.
By the afternoon, there were only six people left on the field.
Yan Guichao's family, plus two other brothers.
As expected, the three brothers of the Yan family fought a bloody battle with the two opponents for a long time, and in the end, they all died.
Both sides were stabbed several times and finally fell down, dying and bound to bleed to death.
The one who luckily survived was Yan Guichao, who had been sitting in the corner without moving.
Yan Guichao looked at the corpses on the ground in a daze, like a walking corpse.
Finally, he looked at Shen Changgong.
Shen Changgong also looked at him with calm eyes.
If Yan Guichao really won, he would naturally not kill him. He would just be thrown into prison and tortured for a while.
And Yan Guichao obviously understood this.
He knew that Shen Changgong would not let him go.
He raised the knife and placed it on his neck, looking at Prince Fangrong on the podium, tears streaming down his face.
"Father, why did things... become like this?"
"Shen Changgong! You will definitely be extinct! Even if I become a ghost, I will not let you go!"
Yan Guichao roared angrily, took the knife and slashed his neck hard.
With a thud, Yan Guichao fell to the ground.
The death of the last powerful person declared that there would be no survivors in this battle.
It also declared that the era when Dayan belonged to the powerful and wealthy had completely ended.
The era belonging to Shen Changgong is about to begin!