[Quick Transmigration] Xiao Shou is always dying

"Come here, beauty, my concubine... come here, let me get close to you—" The young man sitting on the soft couch grabbed the tender hand of a plump woman next to him, and pulled her tightly into his arms, pressing down on her. Under the body, kissed the woman's face, the woman exclaimed, and said with a coquettish smile, "The emperor, the emperor will say these nice words to coax the concubine, I am afraid that if I don't see you in a few days, I will forget the concubine to the sky went……"

The dancers in the hall dance in enchanting postures, and the string and bamboo are melodious, creating a scene of debauchery.

But suddenly a little eunuch ran in outside, and hurriedly scrambled and rolled to the man's feet, with a mournful face and trembling voice, "Your majesty, what are you...how are you..."

The young man was on the verge of getting excited when he saw the eunuch's face of dead parents, his complexion suddenly became gloomy, he pushed away the woman in palace attire, but after a while he returned to his indifferent look, playing with a jade wrench in his hand, "Xiao Linzi , What’s wrong with you? I’ve already gone to court this morning, can’t I have some freedom of my own?”

Xiao Linzi rolled his eyes, and his heart was as uncomfortable as a cat's paw. If he hadn't been concerned about the identity of the person in front of him, he really wanted to scratch his ears to see what was going on in this person's mind——Your old man Don't die, we waiters haven't lived enough?The little eunuch hurriedly got up, leaned close to the little emperor's ear, and whispered, "Your Majesty, have you forgotten what day it is today? You should hurry up and ask these actors to step down!"

The little emperor especially couldn't remember, what day?No one is allowed to have fun anymore, is it?Is it the death day of the father?Or there was another flood, Xiao Linzi saw that the little emperor still hadn't reacted, so he had to lower his voice even more, "It's the one... the side-by-side king... You forgot, today..."

The little emperor was so frightened that his face turned pale, he hurriedly got up, and loudly waved away the serving musicians. The sound of silk and bamboo in the hall stopped and there was a terrible silence. After waiting for everyone to go down, the little emperor sat down on the soft couch with a bruise on his forehead. Cold sweat, fear in my heart - he forgot!How could he forget!Even if he is the emperor, he can put on face and lose his temper with everyone, but there is one person that he can't mess with.

Living like a puppet not only filled his heart with resentment and dissatisfaction with that person, but the fact was that he just had the title of emperor for nothing, and he couldn't even decide the private affairs of the royal family such as accepting concubines!It is said that the emperor lays down millions of corpses when he is angry, and he wants to be angry every day, but even if he is very angry, it can't change anything, it can only make himself more pathetic——

Regent Qi Mo, that traitor!Sooner or later, we must unite with Zhongliang, and we will help the community sooner rather than later!The little emperor gritted his teeth, and waited silently with anxiety. Every year, the thieves would have a period of time when they were in a particularly bad mood. Today was the worst day of the year.So during this period of time, the servants in the palace and the officials in the court are all cautious and cautious. Everyone knows this, but the reason is still not explained.

The little emperor waited anxiously until the key was released in the dark palace, but he did not wait for Qi Mo to come to question him, so he finally breathed a sigh of relief, went to bed under the service of the palace servants, and fell asleep as if relieved of a heavy burden.

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At this moment, in the secret room of the prince's bedroom in Prince Qi's mansion, Qi Mo sat silently in front of the bed, looking at the person lying on the bed, his heart ached... success or failure, it's all today, if the legend is false, this person will never be able to... Open your eyes... Qi Mo shivered and closed his eyes in pain.

In the past nine years, there has never been a decision as difficult as it is now.

There are two paths in front of him now, either do nothing, then he will not bear any pain above this, he will not have to experience the fall of great hopes turned into ashes, and he will not have to accept a tomorrow that will never shine. There is no risk, but there will never be another way out.

Either fight with your back, bet on whether a legend can bring a miracle, take a step forward, or the will will be bright, or the abyss will be deep, once you fall, you want to get up again... Qi Mo buried his face in his hands, finger pulp Some faint lines were felt at the corners of his eyes, and a slight smile was drawn helplessly at the corners of his mouth.

Yes, from the prime of life to the present year, he is no longer young, and the torch of hope is only the last pine oil. If you do nothing, the boring life in this world without you will soon Torturing me...to accept the hell called reality from which you will never return.

Jiajia, come back.If you have a soul in the sky and can hear what I am saying at this moment, then please come back.Qi Mo took a deep breath and stopped hesitating. He took out a porcelain bottle from his girdle, carefully pulled off the seal, pointed the bottle mouth at the palm of his left hand, and shook the bottle lightly, a green fruit the size of a soybean rolled down. into the palm of your hand.

Yanlan sapphire, the legendary fetish that can live to the death of human flesh and bones, blooms every 30 years and bears fruit every 30 years. Only one fruit can be produced each time, and each plant can bear fruit three times in total, after which it will never bear fruit again.And no matter what kind of injury a person dies, as long as there is still a corpse, it can bring people back to life, but it is not like a miracle medicine, it can take effect immediately, it needs to be taken once every three years, and can only be taken four times at most. It can bring the dead back to the world.

No one knows whether this legend is true or not.

At the beginning, Qi Mo got one by chance. He didn't take it seriously at the time, but after Ji Jia's death, he suddenly remembered this forgotten thing. He searched the study room before finding it, and immediately fed it to Ji Jia. Naturally, nothing happened, but what was amazing was that Ji Jia's body was not stained with dust, let alone corrupted.Since then, Qi Mo finally saw hope, and planned a mass assassination of the royal family more quickly. The one in his hand is the fourth one.

In other words, that is... the last time, if Ji Jia still doesn't wake up, I'm afraid...

Gritting his teeth, Qi Mo stopped thinking about it, lifted Ji Jia to lean on his shoulder, squeezed the small fruit, put it into Ji Jia's mouth, and pressed Ji Jia's jaw skillfully, and saw Ji Jia's throat move, The fruit is swallowed.Gently put Ji Jia on the bed.

Except for the flickering light of the flickering candles on the wall, this secret room was eerily quiet.I don't know how long it took, Qi Mo felt that even his own breathing sounded like a dragon thundering, too loud, too noisy, Qi Mo was disturbed by the noisy silence, and the scene in front of him began to shake, getting more and more It became more and more blurred, and finally he couldn't help but fell down with a thud, but his hand was still tightly holding Ji Jia's hand on the bed.

For this last Yanlan sapphire, he hadn't rested for several nights, tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes, Qi Mo thought sadly, that's all... just... let him sleep by his side for the last time, if he wakes up No, none of the members of the royal family can even think about being able to settle down.

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In the palace, the assassins in black surrounded the gorgeously dressed royals. The guards fought desperately, but they were outnumbered. They fell to the ground one by one, their weapons fell to the ground, and blood was everywhere. The previously lively and friendly small family banquet filled with invisible swords and swords has really shone with swords and mellow wines sprinkled on the ground. The strong smell of blood is masked.

The palace people ran away screaming, and the concubines and princes, shouting "guard" one after another, were unbearable like beggars who were killed by those black-clothed masked gangsters, and their souls returned to the west.

Tsk tsk tsk, this is really... purgatory on earth.

Qi Mo sat in his own position, swaying unrestrainedly, watching this good show performed by the most noble people in the world with great interest, holding a delicate jug, pouring grapes into a small wine glass Good wine, no intention of making a move at all.

This level of skill - how could it be an ordinary assassin bandit!How could... Seeing the guards around him fall down one by one, and his sons dying in front of him one by one, the old emperor's eyes were shattered, but no matter how much he hated him, he was still powerless, and was captured alive by the assassins. On the neck, press back into the purgatory full of corpses.

The third child, the sixth child... Concubine Liu Gui, Concubine Xin... were all pressed and knelt on the ground. The old emperor recognized them one by one, and his heart ached. Are these the only ones left? Could it be that everyone else has...

"Kneel down!" The old emperor was unmoved by a low shout that pressed him, and looked straight at Qi Mo, who was drinking on the crooked table, and scolded, "Qi Mo! You are so courageous, you are so brave! Can't you rebel?"

Seeing this, the assassin was a little angry, and immediately raised his foot to force the old emperor to kneel down, but Qi Mo raised his hand and shook it lightly, the assassin nodded, stepped aside and did not speak, his body tensed up, ready to be on guard at any time Being able to respond in a timely manner, Qi Mo leisurely drank the wine in his glass, then stood up staggeringly, with a particularly sarcastic smile, "Dear Emperor, what are you asking nonsense? I'm terrified... The minister is loyal to the emperor, how could he rebel?"

The old emperor was gasping for breath, unable to speak a word.

Qi Mo ignored him, and walked slowly to the side of the old emperor, and said with a smile, "Yes, that's the expression. Anyway, I said that, you, the emperor, and your good sons are also unwilling to believe a word. Thinking about how to put me to death, aren’t you? Instead of expecting the Emperor and His Royal Highnesses to see the impossible thing clearly, why not follow the Emperor’s wishes and do what the Emperor wants to see?”

The cunning rabbit dies, the running dog cooks, the bird is not exhausted, and the slingshot hides.Their Qi family will usher in that day one day, whether it is planting or slandering, and the result of a clear investigation is not that the nine clans are implicated?Then why not once and for all, be the one who dominates yourself?Qi Mo walked slowly, didn't his Jiajia have to drink it even if he knew it was poisonous wine because he was from the royal family?

It can be seen that being a courtier in the palm of others can never control one's own destiny.And such a royal family, what qualifications does he have to protect it?

"you--"

"Don't be angry, I have no intention of tampering with the dynasty. This world is still the world of your Nangong family. The palace was assassinated, and the minister almost died. He only brought back the young Sixteenth Highness. The emperor entrusted him with his death and made His Sixteenth Highness the crown prince. Inheriting the Datong, let Taiwei Zhang Weizhi and Xiangguo Xu Ping appoint you as ministers of the auxiliary country. Before the new emperor reaches adulthood, the ministers will temporarily control the government and assist the prince, oh no, assist the new majesty, and revitalize my Daewoo. Not bad ?”

The old emperor's face was flushed with anger, he couldn't catch his breath, and coughed again and again. The "Assassin" who had retreated to one side before stepped forward and said, "Master, the time is too late, I'm afraid..."

"Well, follow the plan." Qi Mo nodded, and the assassin raised his hand, and the hall was filled with sword lights, and Qi Mo was stabbed in the shoulder, blood gushed out immediately, followed by a compelling killing The tricks came again and again, Qi Mo hurriedly dodged away, as if he heard someone shouting sharply when he left, "Rebellious ministers and thieves, you will not die well".

Qi Mo smiled lightly, it's not what you say about rebellious ministers and thieves. The winner writes history.

But did the bad retribution of a bad death fall on the person he loved, that's why... Qi Mo's tightly closed eyes overflowed with tears, and for a moment he felt extremely cold.