Bridge to Bridge [Quick Transmigration]

On the first day of May, the emperor Hanjiang faced the weak crown.

The black hair crown bound the young man's long black hair and crowned it on top. The curtain of twelve strings of beads before and after the nine-fold coronal made a faint sound. He raised his eyes and looked up.

For a moment, Long Wei was thick and imposing, and the wind was suppressed a lot.

That night, the drizzle that had been as thin as a cow's hair tended to become bigger, and it invaded the gloomy capital with ticks. Zhao Kang stood at the door of the imperial study, with his whisk lying on his arm, soft and white. It fell naturally, and the sudden increase of rain outside the eaves did not shake it a little.

'Pa-ta-pa-ta', someone came walking quickly on the shallow rainwater on the white jade bricks.

Zhao Kang slightly raised his head expressionlessly, squinting his small sparkling eyes, looking at the person coming.

"Is the emperor here?" The visitor stopped in front of Zhao Kang, pattered water stains all over the ground, and wiped the rainwater from his face indiscriminately. He was so anxious that he didn't even bring any tools to cover the rain, and stared angrily. Looking at the eyes that were still dripping down, the person who came was the Minister of the Ministry of War——He Zhong, "Hurry up and report, I have something important to report!"

"Lord He, don't worry, the emperor's son is seeing Lord Lin right now!" Zhang Kang was a little surprised but didn't appear flustered, he stopped He Zhong who was about to break into the imperial study, and then let him wait The little eunuch went to get a clean cloth towel, "Hurry up, little Xia, and go get Master He that clean handkerchief!"

He Zhong was short of breath, his old face, which had been pale by the rain, turned red with anger. He couldn't see this servant who was still wearing the Raoshizi veil, and he was about to lose his violent temper that everyone talked about changing color on the spot.

The voice from the imperial study made both of them stunned for a moment—it was an order from His Majesty today. Zhao Kang lowered his head and pushed open the crimson-painted wooden door. Please, my lord."

After He Zhong reacted, he quickly adjusted his appearance, and walked in with a serious face.

It was destined to be an uneasy night, Zhao Kang closed the door, raised his head rarely, and glanced at the drowsy sky full of black clouds.

"Bastard!" Han Jianglin ruthlessly threw a stack of ragged notes on the ground. He Zhong and Lin Chengjin, who were still bowed before the emperor, fell to their knees almost immediately, their foreheads tightly Sticking to the soft velvet blanket, it was like sticking to steel needles, and cold sweat dripped from the hair of the two of them.

The notes didn't weigh too much, and some of them slowly fell from the air and lay in front of Lin Chengjin, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, but he didn't dare to look up.

"Emperor calm down!"

"Your Majesty, the dragon's body is the most important thing!"

The two old ministers of the former court urgently tried to persuade them.

"Calm your anger?!" The young emperor smiled angrily, his noble eyebrows and eyes were full of anger that could make people lose their minds, "Oh, everyone said that his grandson Ji is a good dog, a good dog raised by the late emperor!"

Han Jianglin grabbed a piece of shredded paper left on the desk, tightened his slender fingers suddenly, his gaze was as fierce as a hungry wolf, "But this dog will bite people after all, even if he has his teeth pulled out, locked Chain, he still has the heart to kill the master!"

A needle could be heard in Nuo Da's imperial study room, and outside a door, the rain suddenly intensified, and several sharp lightning bolts struck, and the dimly lit hall was suddenly illuminated by only a few bright candles. the earth is like the day.

Lin Chengjin lowered his head and shook his lower lip invisibly, "Your Majesty, this dog will bite when it is in a hurry."

This is the wisdom of a courtier who has served two generations of emperors. He knows when to follow the emperor's words and when to say them.

Han Jianglin supported the armrest on one side of the dragon chair, and he sat firmly on the dragon chair, but slightly curled his lower lip after hearing the words, the murderous look between his brows almost overflowed, there was a kind of tyrannical beauty, "Oh?" He sighed softly, "Master Lin, tell me, are you a dog?"

Lin Chengjin was sweating like rain, and pressed down on his heavy body, but he didn't dare to utter a single word.

"Zhao Kang!"

The chief eunuch pushed the door open, but if you look carefully, you can find that the eunuch is also sweating coldly on his forehead.

Hanjiang Lin said coldly: "Send the order to search the prime minister's mansion! If there are any rebels, they will be killed on the spot!"

It rained heavily this night in the capital. The red bricks and green tiles were washed away by the killing rain over and over again. The fertile soil was washed away and turned into a muddy ditch. The dirty rainwater gathered from the grooves of the eaves As it continued to flow, the rain became more and more intense. The icy rain drifted obliquely and fell on every passerby. One drop after another seemed to carry an unconcealable bloody smell.

At the moment of Xu Shi, two hundred imperial guards armed with swords raided the Prime Minister's Mansion in the heavy rain.

"Chen Jiang, take fifty imperial guards to block all the entrances and exits, and don't let anyone out!"

"Yes, the commander-in-chief is in command!"

The Chief Inspector who issued the order had a cold expression on his face, and the black military uniform that was completely wet by the rain did not weaken his evil spirit. With this breakthrough, they all rushed in, the wooden door was shaking and wide open, weak and completely powerless to fight back.

"My servant is ordered by the emperor: search the prime minister's mansion!" The chief inspector stood in the main courtyard holding an iron plate to indicate his identity. His rough voice could be heard in almost everyone's ears, and there was a fierce aura in him. There was a flash of insight in the eyes, "If there is any resistance, kill it on the spot!"

"Search for me!" With one order, the whole army attacked!

Everyone in the Sun Mansion, who had been sleeping peacefully for a long time, was woken up by the disturbance of the Nuoda battle. Some female family members were crying and asking each other what happened. He ran away from the door, and was gambled back by Chen Jiang, who had been blocking all the doors for a long time. To put it bluntly, only Sun Ji and Sun Yan'an were the only men in the house who could be in charge of the house, but these two also had no idea what was going on. In the gap between frowning and contemplation, several Imperial Forest Army forced them to stand together.

The Biejiao Wanshui bestowed by the first emperor is still placed in the courtyard, the branches have long since dried up and are no longer exquisite, the shriveled branches are lingering under the pouring rain, it has no resistance.

Qingfeng had also heard the lights coming from the woods early on. Holding an oil umbrella, he walked quickly to Sun Qiao's house, closed the umbrella, and opened the door to enter. The hem of the linen clothes was already wet with rain, Water dripped on the ground tick-tock.

He didn't bother to wring it out, and when he turned his head, he saw Sun Qiao sitting firmly in the wheelchair.

The wheelchair is close to the wooden window, but the wooden window is not open, only a faint light seeps through the bright white window paper.

Sun Qiao lowered his eyebrows and read the scroll in his hand by the dim candlelight on the low table. His expression was calm and indifferent, as handsome and beautiful as ever. The breeze lit another candlestick and walked a little further. Only then did he see the white handkerchief held in the other hand of his young master.

"There's a commotion outside for some reason," Qingfeng chose to pretend not to see the towel, bent down and put the candlestick in his hand on the low table, he straightened up, and thought he was secretly observing Sun Qiao's expression asked, "Does the young master know?"

Sun Qiao turned a page of the book expressionlessly. He seemed to be immersed in the world in the book, completely unresponsive to Qingfeng's words.

Qingfeng muttered: "The formation is really scary."

"Are you coughing again?" He still couldn't help asking, looking straight at the towel.

"Well, cough," Sun Qiao glanced at him, and his eyes quickly fell on Qingfeng's waist, "Where's your flute?"

Qingfeng shrugged, and the word boring was written all over his facial features, "It's raining too much, so I put it in the house and didn't take it out."

Sun Qiao hummed and stopped talking.

The momentum over there has grown a bit louder, and the noisy sound is almost impossible not to pay attention to.

Qingfeng was a little worried that Sun Qiao came here with an umbrella, and now seeing that the other party didn't feel any discomfort, he felt that it was unnecessary. This noble young master only cared about reading by himself, and he didn't even want to give him a half eye. he.

After complaining casually, Qingfeng found a topic to chat with the other party.

"What are you looking at? Looks good?" Qingfeng tried to ask.

""Legend of Immortals"."

"Hey...is it a new script?" Qingfeng guessed in distress.

"No."

"what is that?"

"The autobiography of Immortal Feng."

"Oh--"

"...Who is Immortal Feng?" Qingfeng asked again.

Sun Qiao warned him formally, "You are annoying."

Qingfeng pursed his lips and closed his mouth unhappily, getting angry, so he raised the lamp he brought over by himself and wanted to leave.

Sun Qiao's voice came faintly, "Feng Xianren is...the one who drew "Beauty and Begonia"," he smiled, as if seeing the rainy world outside the window through the thin and transparent window paper, "It's also the ultimate goal of this group of people."

A small soldier in the Royal Forest Army found a pair of Danqing, his face turned pale the moment he opened it, and he hurriedly reported to the Chief Inspector, the Chief Inspector's cold and stern face finally changed slightly, his rough big hands Holding the picture scroll, he looked at the assembled members of the Sun Mansion with a devoid of emotion, "Whose property is this!?"

"Report to the Chief Superintendent! The painting was found in the house in the southeast corner!" The soldier who found the painting reacted very quickly.

Everyone in the Sun Mansion gathered in the corner looked lonely and bitter. After hearing the words, they all subconsciously looked in Sun Yan'an's direction.

Sun Yan'an, who was staring at everyone, only felt a 'bang' in his heart, as if a boulder fell down.

"It's the young master's room!" A servant who was afraid of death immediately betrayed his master with his actions.

"That's right! My lord! There is only one room in the southeast corner, and it's the young man—Sun Yan'an's courtyard!!" They also testified one after another.

"Yes, he..."

"That's right - sir, I have been wronged..."

"Shut up!" The Chief Inspector held the painting in his hand and swung his knife downwards. A human head landed on the ground quietly. The restless crowd said, "Anyone who speaks without permission is like this person!"

Everyone was shocked and covered their mouths tightly.

"Now tell me," the Chief Inspector looked down at Sun Yan'an, who had already knelt down on the ground completely weak, "this "Beauty Begonia Picture" is yours?!"

Sun Yan'an's lips trembled, his face was pale, and there was a gray and decadent look on his usually gentle face.

Seeing that the man refused to answer, the Chief Inspector cut down another servant in the mansion with a knife, and blood splashed on his face, "You stay silent once, and I will kill one person," shaking the blood on the knife, He asked again: "Let me ask you again, this "Beauty Begonia Picture" that praised Ye Tang, the conspirator, is yours??!"

The rain suddenly became rapid, and the rhythm was chaotic and noisy, which made people's already messy breathing tight.

A thunderbolt struck, and Sun Yan'an bowed his head and pleaded guilty. His forehead, sweating profusely, hit the blue-gray floor tiles tightly. The moment he raised his head, his face was dead. Spit out one word after another, "I have a death sentence!"

"The minister deserves to die!!"

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!!!"

The author has something to say:

After writing, I feel that the breeze is lovely... I will go to sleep and calm down.