After Transmigrating into a Tyrant [Transmigration Book]

"What did you say?" Yan Zhilan's fingers holding on to the wall suddenly tightened, and the veins on the back of his hand jumped.

"It's a bunch of nonsense!" Zheng Jue said indignantly, "Fanzhi, who are you, how can a foolish king deserve to be compared with you? Just wait, and when I find out the source of the rumors, I will teach them a lesson!"

Yan Zhilan said coldly: "No need."

Zheng Jue was interrupted, puzzled, "Fanzhi?"

Yan Zhilan said: "This matter has nothing to do with you. The person behind the scenes wants to deal with me. You go back to the army quickly and don't be swayed by these things."

"But..." Zheng Jue wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Yan Zhilan.

Yan Zhilan looked at his friend who was full of vigor and fearlessness, and suddenly smiled lightly. No matter how many hardships he has endured, fortunately, God has never treated him badly. He has always had such a sincere friend by his side from the beginning to the end. , never leave.

He leaned his back against the wall so that he could stand upright, looked into the anxious eyes of his best friend, and said unhurriedly: "Ming Zhao, listen to me."

Zheng Jue saw his calm face, and his restless heart calmed down unconsciously. This friend of his always seemed to have a special temperament, which could make people calm down unknowingly, as if something big was happening with him. None worth mentioning.

Yan Zhilan said: "Ming Zhao, you have been hiding in the palace for so long, you must have noticed it, Qi Jing..." He paused, although he didn't want to admit it, but he still said truthfully, "Qi Jing is a human being, not As violent and stupid as the rumors outside the world."

He stared at his friend, and said slowly: "The purpose of the people behind it is never that simple. You and I are weak, and for the current plan, only when you return to the army and stand firm, can we have the strength to fight back. "

Zheng Jue looked at Yan Zhilan with a gleam in his eyes that cannot be ignored, and he said with admiration, "Fanzhi, you are thoughtful, I will go back and make arrangements, and I will go back in a few days. It's just..."

He looked at Yan Zhilan, all worried and said: "Leaving you here alone, with no relatives, I am worried."

Yan Zhilan pondered for a moment, and said, "I'm physically inconvenient now, staying here is just a way to slow down the troops. Wait for you to make arrangements..." Although there was no one in the hall, in case of emergency in the past, he still attached to Zheng Jue and whispered a few words quickly, pulled away After a little distance, he nodded slightly at him.

Zheng Jue's surprise was beyond words, and he said repeatedly: "Okay! I'll wait for you!"

He clenched his fist with his right hand and lightly hammered Yan Zhilan's left shoulder: "It's a deal!"

As soon as his words fell, there was a faint thud from beside him, and the two servants who were knocked out by him faintly showed signs of waking up.

Yan Zhilan said softly, "Let's go."

Zheng Jue looked at him again and again, nodded heavily, and just as the servant was about to open his eyes, his figure instantly disappeared in place.

The two servants rubbed the back of their necks and stood up. They didn't understand what happened. When they looked up and saw Yan Zhilan standing in front of them, they were frightened out of their wits. I don’t even know how…”

Yan Zhilan passed them, limped towards the bed, and said calmly, "Get up. I didn't see anything."

When the two servants heard the words, they immediately burst into tears of gratitude, they supported each other and had just stood up, the palace door was opened from the outside, accompanied by Qi Jing's angry voice.

"It just doesn't make sense!"

Fuyou's voice also followed: "Too much deception!"

Yan Zhilan was half leaning on the bed, flipping through the book in his hand unhurriedly. Earlier, Qi Jing was afraid that he would be bored, so he asked someone to find a lot of books for him to read.He has been well-educated since he was a child, and the elders in the family never let him read this kind of book. He has always focused on cultivation and has never touched it.Just now, I accidentally flipped through and read two pages, and found it quite interesting.

His two slender fingers flipped through the booklet calmly, but his mind was on Qi Jing who had just entered the door without any trace.

Based on his observations of Qi Jing in recent months, he can now be sure that Qi Jing in this life is completely different from the tyrant in the previous life.The Qi Jing in front of him is simple and pure but not stupid, straightforward but not reckless, if it is not that he still has grudges about things in the past, Qi Jing should be a very worthwhile friend.

But right now, Qi Jing seems to be in some trouble.His thoughts have always been undisguised, all written on his face. From the moment he entered the door, Yan Zhilan noticed the abnormal fluctuations in his spiritual power, which proved his mood ups and downs at the moment.

Yan Zhilan lowered his eyes slightly to hide the surprise in his eyes.

Since he woke up until now, whenever Qi Jing's mood fluctuates or his spiritual power fluctuates, he can sensitively detect one or two.

This kind of thing reminded him of the telepathy between the twins that the elders in the family had said before. Some twins had it since they were born, and some were triggered by some kind of chance.

He was still confused because of this before, and even a ridiculous idea popped up in his mind, almost thinking that Qi Jing had something to do with him.Fortunately, he asked the unparalleled master about this doubt, and it was probably because Qi Jing's cultivation base is much higher than his, and his spiritual power is too low.

"Uncle Yu, what do you think about this?"

Qi Jing's voice reached his ears, and Yan Zhilan flipped through the booklet in his hand calmly, listening to the conversation between the two without missing a word.

Qi Jing came back from the Jinhua Palace, most of his anger had disappeared along the way, and when he returned to his bedroom, he was only angry enough to yell an angry word.

As soon as he entered the Jinhua Hall, he was scolded by Qi Wangshan, his words were fierce and very unpleasant, even such words as "animal" and "a waste of a human being" were cursed out in a mixture of anger and anger.

Qi Jing didn't know why, until Qi Wangshan had enough scolding, and when he was breathing, he ordered someone to carry a corpse covered in white cloth.

Qi Jing vaguely felt bad.

When the waiter removed the white cloth, Qi Jing saw the condition of the corpse, his heart skipped a beat and his head buzzed.

The deceased was a young maidservant. Although she was dead at this moment, she was sealed up with spiritual power, and still preserved the tragic state of the moment before her death.

Her originally pretty face was horribly slashed with a spirit sword, her maid uniform was torn to pieces, and her exposed skin was covered with bruises and bruises.A pair of eyes wide open, filled with horror.

It was killed after being raped by others.

Qi Jing only glanced at it, then couldn't bear to turn his head away.

Unexpectedly, this move caused Qi Wangshan to be furious: "Hold him and let him take a good look! Since he has the face to do such a thing, he should have the courage to admit it."

Qi Jing subconsciously denied it: "It's not me..."

"It's not you?" Qi Wangshan walked up to him, panting because of shortness of breath, and shouted sharply, "The Tianmen swordsmanship is only passed on to Chu Jun. Now besides you and me, who else knows this swordsmanship in Dayue?"

……

If Fuyou hadn't arrived in time to bring Qi Jing back, he might still be relatively silent with that miserable corpse in the Jinhua Palace right now.

Qi Jing's mood is a little calm now, calm down and think about it, and feel that things are not that simple.

Although Qi Wangshan finally said that he had suppressed the incident, he also sternly warned him not to do it again before leaving.

It shows that Qi Wangshan has already determined that he did this.

Who is it?Dare to frame the current monarch so blatantly?

Fuyou said: "Your Majesty, don't panic, there are many doubts about this matter, let me go and investigate."

Qi Jing hesitated and said, "But the wound on that corpse does look like..."

"Impossible." Fuyou said decisively, with a stern look in his eyes, but when he looked at Qi Jing, his face was soft, "Although the Qi family's Tianmen swordsmanship is only passed on to the prince and not to outsiders, if someone wants to imitate it, he can Not impossible."

Qi Jing intuitively felt that things would not be that simple: "Sword wounds can be faked, but what about spiritual power?"

After he asked this question, Fuyou was also silent, and said for a long time: "The truth will always come out, we don't want to mess up our own positions, let the thieves take advantage of it."

Qi Jing nodded preoccupied, suddenly felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere in the hall.

He turned his head to look at the bed. Yan Zhilan was half leaning against the head of the bed, looking at the book in his hand very seriously, as if he hadn't heard anything about it.

Qi Jing scratched his head: Could it be his illusion?Why does he always feel that someone is spying on him?

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