A good horse can travel a hundred miles a day.

A fine horse can travel two hundred miles a day.
A BMW can travel a thousand miles a day, especially the Ferghana BMW from the northern barbarians.

Liu Wulie knew this very well. For this reason, when he escaped from the Qianqing Palace, he chose without hesitation several Ferghana horses given to him by the Northern Barbarians. He only wanted to get rid of the pursuers as soon as possible and save his life.

After fighting their way out of the siege at the Qianqing Palace, Liu Wulie and his guards ran like an arrow from a bow. They hardly stopped along the way, the sound of horse hooves was like thunder, and the flying dust blurred their vision.

They didn't know how long the pursuers were behind them, nor did they know where to run to be safe. They only knew that if they kept running, they would never be caught up by the rebels.

However, even the best warhorse will eventually run out of energy.

With a loud neigh, the horses under their crotch could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground.

Liu Wulie, who was only thinking about escaping, did not react at all and was thrown off his horse. Only then did he come to his senses.

He stood up awkwardly and looked around blankly, "Where is this place?"

Everything in front of him made him feel confused, and the scenes around him made him feel strange and helpless.

Since he ascended the throne, he has never left the Qianqing Palace. Jiang Yu, who once controlled these places, has only seen them on the map, let alone set foot there.

At this moment, his heart was filled with helplessness and fear. His former power and glory had vanished into thin air, and his status had also fallen from an emperor to a desperado.

"Your Majesty, we don't know where this place is either." The guards around him looked at each other, and their faces also showed a trace of confusion. At this moment, their hearts were filled with anxiety. The once fearless warriors were now like lost lambs.

Someone looked at the exhausted warhorse and couldn't help but rejoice and said, "But it seems that we have run at least a few hundred miles. The rebels will definitely not be able to catch up with us." There was a glimmer of hope in his words, as if he was looking for a little comfort in his heart.

"I hope so!"

Liu Wulie was silent for a moment when he heard this, and then nodded woodenly. But his voice seemed particularly fragile in the silent air, and he didn't sound very confident at all, as if he himself no longer believed in this hope.

Several guards searched for firewood and built a bonfire to keep warm. The bonfire flickered in the night, and the firelight illuminated their tired faces, as if telling the story of this difficult escape.

Everyone sat around the campfire, their eyes flickering and their minds filled with different thoughts.

The light of the bonfire danced on their faces, reflecting their tired and lonely faces. At this moment, they all knew in their hearts that where to escape to and where to escape to be safe had become a difficult question to answer.

The bonfire flickered, and Liu Wulie's miserable expression, against the backdrop of the swaying flames, looked even more eerie and terrifying.

At this moment, he was filled with despair over the uncertain future, as well as the reluctance and anger of not wanting to admit defeat. Once upon a time, he was the master of this land, surrounded by power and glory, but now, everything has vanished, and only the fate of escape is devouring him mercilessly.

If he could do it again, he would never allow Lin Zhongyun's rebel army to continue to grow stronger and would definitely strangle him in the cradle.

However, despite his heart full of regret, he also understood that there was no turning back in this world, and everything was already irreversible. The torrent of time mercilessly pushed him into endless darkness.

"Your Majesty, just eat it!" A guard handed the only remaining food he had to Liu Wulie.

Liu Wulie slowly raised his head and looked at the guard who was loyal to him. He took the food numbly and wanted to say something to him such as granting him an official position. But the next second he realized that his current identity was not a king, but a fugitive.

He wanted to say thank you to him again, but he couldn't say it.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that as far as he could remember, he had never said thank you to anyone.

In the past, he only knew how to use orders and authority to command the people around him, but now, faced with loyalty and dedication, he is speechless, his heart full of guilt and helplessness.

In the past, his status as an emperor prevented him from saying thank you to the people around him. But now that he can say it, he feels extremely sad in his heart.

"Your Majesty, the rebels cannot cover the sky with one hand at present." The guard beside him said firmly, with a glimmer of hope in his tone, "As long as we enter the territory of the Northern Barbarians, the rebels will definitely not dare to act rashly."

"Yes, Your Highness should rest. We have to travel early tomorrow morning." Another guard added, with concern gleaming in his eyes.

Liu Wulie nodded blankly, but he felt a complex emotion in his heart. At this moment, he actually needed the guards around him to comfort him. His inner fragility made him feel extremely embarrassed. He used to be a symbol of power, but now he had to rely on these loyal ministers who once followed him.

How sad is this?
How ironic?
But what can he do in the face of all this?
He could only blame it all on the unforgivable Lin Zhongyun, so that he could feel more at ease and less stressed.

Time is the best medicine to heal all wounds.

Facts have proved that no matter how great the hatred or anger is,
When sleepiness strikes, all of this will be forgotten.

At this moment, he felt that the so-called tossing and turning and unable to sleep all night was simply a wrong statement.

The reason why they couldn't sleep was not because of their mixed emotions, but because they were not sleepy enough.

……

The next day, early morning.

Liu Wulie slowly opened his sleepy eyes, and a dazzling ray of sunlight shone into his eyes, making him instinctively reach out to block it.

Although this was his first time sleeping outside the palace, and in such a wilderness, he felt that he had slept very soundly last night.

The resentment that had been pent up in my heart last night seemed to have completely dissipated, and my body felt an indescribable sense of relief.

However, when he fully opened his eyes, what he saw was a face he would never forget.

"Lin...Lin...Lin Zhongyun, why are you here?"

He couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise, and stepped back involuntarily, his heart filled with panic and anxiety, as if he was facing an inescapable nightmare.

This made his originally good mood plummet to the bottom, and the joy and ease he once felt were immediately replaced by fear and anger.

Lin Zhongyun smiled slightly, and sat in front of Liu Wulie with his big horse and golden sword, looking at the young emperor in front of him, with a teasing smile on his lips, "How was it? Did you sleep well?"

Faced with Lin Zhongyun's question, Liu Wulie was completely panicked and instinctively stepped back, wanting to stay away from Lin Zhongyun, who he saw as a traitor.

But as he retreated, he found that there was a wall behind him and he had nowhere to retreat.

When he looked back, he saw a group of fully armed rebels standing behind him, completely blocking his retreat.

Those stern-faced rebels had anger and indomitable spirit in their eyes, as if they were waiting for a verdict.

"kneel!"

"kneel!"

"kneel!"

The rebels looked at their former emperor with stern faces and shouted like loud bells.

They will never forget the stupidity of the imperial court and how the corrupt officials exploited and oppressed them at that time.

And all this is thanks to the young emperor in front of him.

Many of them lost their loved ones because of the young emperor, became homeless, and are still living a precarious life today.

With each shout, Liu Wulie's face turned pale as paper, and his heart was filled with fear and despair. He knew that his former authority had completely collapsed at this moment, and the situation before him was no longer under his control.

"Lin...Lin...Lin Zhongyun, I am the Emperor of Daqian, you can't do this to me?" He suppressed the fear in his heart, stammered and shouted, his voice revealing helplessness and panic.

At this moment, the young emperor who had always been high and mighty could no longer maintain the calm and composure of an emperor.

"No? Why should we obey you?" Lin Zhongyun's tone was cold and his eyes were like knives, piercing Liu Wulie's heart. "How did you treat us before? Do you still think that you are the emperor of Daqian and you can still order us around?"

"kneel!"

"kneel!"

"kneel!"

The rebel officers and soldiers struck their weapons again, and their shouts became louder and louder.

"No!"

Liu Wulie's face was grim, and he roared fiercely: "I'd rather die than kneel!"

An indomitable fighting spirit ignited in his heart, as if at this moment, all his dignity and pride were awakened.

"I am the Emperor of Daqian, the supreme ruler. How can I kneel down and bow to the ground?"

His words were as loud as thunder, echoing in the air, carrying an indomitable momentum. Despite being in a desperate situation, despite the fierce resistance of the rebels around him, he still refused to bow his head.

As his emotions became more and more excited, a look of near madness appeared in his eyes, "Under the whole heaven, only Father Heaven and Mother Earth can make me kneel down, no one else can!"

His voice echoed in the empty wilderness, as if declaring his final dignity.

Even if he died, he would not be a coward who kneeled before the enemy.

"hehe!"

Looking at Liu Wulie who was determined to die rather than live in disgrace, Lin Zhongyun suddenly laughed out of anger. If he had known this would happen, why did he do it in the first place?
Is this kind of integrity only displayed here?
"You have never been a man, and you don't have to put on such a fearless attitude at the end."

He walked towards Liu Wulie step by step, stared straight into his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "You want to leave a good reputation after your death, but I just don't have what you want.

The history books of the future will record your brutal acts clearly, and you will only be a tyrant, suffering eternal infamy."

"No…no…you can't!"

Liu Wulie's face was ferocious and he let out an unwilling roar.

Now he has accepted his fate and just wants to leave a good reputation after his death.

But even with such a request, Lin Zhongyun was unwilling to meet it.

"Yes, I can!"

Lin Zhongyun's voice was cold and firm, merciless, and his tone became even colder at this moment, "History has always been made by the victors."

"Please rest assured that I will record everything you did, including your collusion with the Northern Barbarians and flooding Hanzhou."

"what!!!"

Liu Wulie was already blinded by anger, his eyes were bloodshot, and he shouted angrily: "I will kill you!"

"Kill me? Give him the knife!"

Lin Zhongyun chuckled, his face full of contempt for Liu Wulie.

This further aroused Liu Wulie's anger. He drew a long sword from the arms of a soldier nearby and slashed at Lin Zhongyun with a roar, as if he wanted to vent all his hatred on this traitor.

Lin Zhongyun looked at the knife without dodging or avoiding it, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

With a clang sound and sparks flying, the long sword in Liu Wulie's hand flew out, and his palm was numb from the shock.

Lin Zhongyun has the support of the system and has experienced countless battles, big and small. How could Liu Wulie, who has never been on the battlefield, deal with him?

"Look, as an emperor you can't even hold a knife, what's the use of you."

Lin Zhongyun slowly walked towards Liu Wulie and laughed wantonly, "Don't worry, I won't kill you so easily. That would be a relief for you."

"You want to leave a good reputation after your death, but I won't do as you wish because you don't deserve it!" Lin Zhongyun's voice was like an icy blade, piercing into Liu Wulie's heart.

"Come again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a long sword fell in front of Liu Wulie. The blade flashed a cold light in the sunlight, as if mocking his past glory and current humility.

"hateful!"

"Damn it!" Liu Wulie let out an angry roar. His entire body was shaking and an uncontrollable rage was burning in his heart.

This was simply a humiliation to him, a humiliation for a former emperor, making him lose his dignity in front of everyone and become a laughing stock.

"You can take the dignity you want now." Lin Zhongyun's voice was cold and ruthless, with a hint of sarcasm, "Come on, test your courage."

"If you beat me, I might make you look good in the history books!"

"go to hell!"

He gritted his teeth, with a crazy light flashing in his eyes, as if at this moment he wanted to turn all his anger and despair into strength and rush towards Lin Zhongyun.

Liu Wulie roared, waving the knife in his hand and rushed towards Lin Zhongyun. The knife flashed, carrying the resentment and humiliation in his heart.

However, Lin Zhongyun dodged it easily, then struck back with his hand. The blade cut through the air with a sound of breaking through the air, and hit Liu Wulie's shoulder hard.

"This knife is for your exploitation of the people back then!" Lin Zhongyun's voice was like thunder, deafening.

Liu Wulie groaned as pain surged like a tide. He couldn't help but step back. The anger and humiliation in his heart intertwined and almost tore him apart.

He rushed forward again, waving the knife in his hand more wildly, but still could not touch Lin Zhongyun.

"This knife is for your betrayal of the Han people and your collusion with the northern barbarians!" Lin Zhongyun said coldly. The knife flashed again, cutting across Liu Wulie's arm, and blood gushed out immediately.

"Give me a good time!"

Liu Wulie's face was distorted and blood was flowing down his left arm.

Hearing this, Lin Zhongyun smiled cruelly, "You wish, this has just begun..." (End of this chapter)