Is the target of the strategy darkened? Then die again

Things were proceeding in an orderly manner, and a storm was about to sweep across the southern capital.

Families who were well-informed and intuitive refused visitors, closed their doors tightly, and strictly ordered family members to go out. For a while, there were only ignorant people and dandy bullies on the streets.

And Beiyuan——

When Lin Ziye went to the southern border, he only left a few thousand people in the Beiyuan Palace. Soon, these people were quietly dealt with by the traitors in the palace.

Prince Cheng, who had already assembled several city defenders, raised his flag and marched toward the palace in the name of overthrowing the tyrant.

Prince Cheng's territory was not far from the Beiyuan royal family, and he arrived under the city wall in less than two days.

The soldiers at the city gate had also been bribed long ago.

Seeing that it was him, he immediately opened the city gate and allowed the group of people to raise their troops and enter the inner city.

The people who were watching looked at them like this without knowing why. Many people thought that Lin Ziye was leading his troops back to Beijing.

"Did His Majesty return triumphantly from the southern border?"

"I heard that the southern border is rich in materials, and there are many exquisite delicacies and fabrics that have never been eaten before. Now it is our turn to enjoy them."

"Why doesn't this battle look like someone coming back from a victorious battle? It seems more like..."

Finally, some people discovered something was wrong and whispered to the people around them for confirmation.

Prince Cheng, who was enjoying the attention of everyone, raised his chest and said loudly: "I am Prince Cheng, the brother of the late emperor and his mother, and I have come to attack Lin Ziye, the treasonous evildoer who killed his father and brother!"

"Germany is not worthy! Fight against the traitors!"

"Germany is not worthy! Cruel the traitors——"

The soldiers following Prince Cheng shouted loudly, echoing in the imperial city.

The people around him were so frightened by this battle that they never expected that they would encounter rebellion if they came to welcome His Majesty back to the court, so they all fled like birds and beasts.

He failed to get the response he wanted, which made Prince Cheng very dissatisfied.

In his expectation, when these people heard him raising flags and shouting, they should follow him to the palace gate with encouragement.

His lieutenant rode to his side: "Your Majesty, it's getting late. We have to hurry to the palace gate in case Lin Ziye has any other tricks."

No matter how dissatisfied Prince Cheng was, he knew he had to put important things first: "Let's go."

A huge group of people headed along the road to their destination.

The people hiding behind the door were all talking about it.

The words were all condemnations of Prince Cheng.

After Lin Ziye ascended the throne, his murderous reputation spread in Beiyuan, but he was still in the hearts of the people.

When the late emperor was here, they didn't have enough to eat or wear warm clothes. Now they don't have to worry about food and clothing. If they encounter injustice, they still have the opportunity to appeal, and life is not so difficult.

The people of Beiyuan are fierce and fierce, but His Majesty is a little crueler than others and has killed more people. Generally speaking, he is still a good king... right?

……

By the time the news that Beiyuan Palace was occupied reached the southern border, the matter was a foregone conclusion.

This incident also caused waves in the south.

Everyone was eagerly waiting to see Lin Ziye's reaction.

After all, Kuanggu has never seen an emperor who went to conquer another country and lost his own royal capital instead, and...

Without Beiyuan as his backer, can he still sit firmly on the throne of the South?

"When can we take action?" Qin Mingyu walked around in frustration. Being with Qin Yili for many days in a row made his already precarious spirit collapse even faster.

A wicker chair was brought in, and Qin Yili, who was lying on it and eating grapes, said coolly: "Brother~~"

What on earth is this ‘younger brother’!

Every time Qin Mingyu heard this name from Qin Yili's mouth, he felt irritable for no reason.

"When you take back the southern territory from Lin Ziye, you will bow to me~"

The brisk tone made people feel angry.

Press again and again.

The anger that could not be suppressed made Qin Mingyu speak uncontrollably: "Oh, you have been poisoned three times in the past few days, so what if I let you sit on the dragon chair? Don't vomit blood and die on it!"

"Wow~" After swallowing the grape, Qin Yili blinked his long eyelashes and said quietly: "Brother, you are so vicious, no one will like you like this~"

"My Highness doesn't need people to like him! As long as they are afraid of Him!" Qin Mingyu's eyes were full of disdain.

He just looked down on Qin Yili.

She actually brought herself to this point for a man!

Even if his father sighed when he looked at him and his uncle looked at him with disappointment, they could not shake his determination to rule the world.

emotion?

He doesn't need that useless stuff.

There are only things in the world that he can use, and waste that cannot be used!

"Bah bang bang—younger brother, your awareness is beyond that of most people in the world." Qin Yili clapped his hands cooperatively.

His sincere praise seemed to Qin Mingyu to be sarcastic.

Qin Yili, who was almost slapped in the face by a sleeve, looked innocent.

The white dove spread its wings and landed on the railing in front of him.

Qin Yi disassembled the sachet on his waist, took out the special food and put it in his hand.

The dove that smelled the familiar smell spread its wings and flew to his shoulder.

Remove the letter from its paw.

The medicine works.

Patiently and carefully shred the paper bit by bit and let the wind blow it around.

Qin Yili touched the pigeon that was eating its food docilely: "The time has come."

Letting the pigeon fly, he turned around and left the tall building.

Lin Yichen was already waiting below.

"His Majesty?"

Looking at the winding stairs, Qin Yili smiled wantonly: "Let's go, it's time to see him."

……

There were no lights in the empty and lonely hall, and a few wisps of wind blew in from the outside, making a strange sound of 'woo-woo'.

The man sitting high on the dragon chair always maintained his reclining posture.

Even though the noise outside was loud and the sharp sound of weapons entangled, it failed to attract his attention.

He just looked at the entrance of the hall quietly.

A long time, a long time.

After a while, the sound of fighting outside stopped.

Qin Yili, who also wore dark clothes and wore a rich robe and crown, looked at Lin Ziye on the dragon chair through the bead curtain, their eyes facing each other.

In just a few months, their identities were reversed.

Different from the last scene where Qin Yili was forced to hang himself by the ministers, Lin Ziye was sitting alone on the empty dragon chair, with not much expression on his handsome and extraordinary face.

"Don't you have anything to say?" Qin Yili asked with a smile as he stepped into the hall.

Lin Ziye's eyes were as hot as if he wanted to see through his skin and into his soul. After a long time, he said: "I have people rushing to deliver ingredients from Beiyuan, and even having the imperial kitchen prepare meals carefully has not made you gain weight. You can't gain weight outside." I actually gained a lot of weight in January.”

"If not, how could Ziye believe that I really don't want to live anymore."

The tone was still as gentle and caring as before.

Staring at him deeply, Lin Ziye asked coldly: "Is this your plan?"

"Ok?"

"While Gu is attacking the Southern Territory, contact Prince Cheng of Beiyuan who has dissatisfaction with Gu and let him take the opportunity to ascend the throne. When Gu is upset because of your affairs, he can secretly unite with the Lin family and take back the Southern Territory."

He stepped down from the dragon chair and looked at him steadily: "You want the southern territory and the northern abyss."

The smile in his eyes was still gentle. Qin Yili turned his head and asked, "Why do you say that? Isn't Beiyuan occupied by Prince Cheng?"

Mentioning Prince Cheng of Prince Lin Ziye, his face was filled with contempt: "A fool like that will only become a puppet if he ascends the throne, and he is the puppet you chose."

The true purpose was revealed, and Qin Yili no longer concealed it.

"Yeah, he's a good puppet."

His pleasant frankness made Lin Ziye not know what to say for a moment.

Walking towards him slowly, Qin Yili said in a brisk and long tone, "Human, don't believe the truth you see in front of you. You should have remembered this kind of thing seven years ago."

Yes.

Unfortunately, he didn't have a long memory and fell into the trap set by the same person again.

Sudden--

Lin Ziye quickly moved to Qin Yili's side, his arms restraining his waist like iron pincers, and his voice was cold and hard; "Yes, Gu Shi believes in you again like he did seven years ago, but..."

"Do you think Gu will still be the loser he was seven years ago, kneeling on the ground and begging you to take another look at him?!"

Qin Yili's expression suddenly changed as he was suddenly captured.

The cold palm fell on the fragile neck.

With just a little bit of effort, no matter how shrewd your plan is, it will all come to naught.

The gentleness she pretended to be embedded in her face could no longer be maintained.

"Ziye?"

At this moment, Lin Ziye was like a wounded lion, roaring lowly: "Shut up! If Gu Gu hears something he doesn't want to hear again, this life..."

Just keep your mouth shut.

But his quietness did not bring Lin Ziye a good mood. Instead, his leisurely and confident look stimulated him more and more.

The hand holding his neck gradually tightened.

Qin Yili also went from being indifferent and frowning at first, to turning pale with difficulty breathing...