After winning the male lead [Quick Transmigration]

But Yan Yan never backed down, "Why don't you kill me? Because you are taking the blame for someone else? Let me think about it, who can make the extremely smart Young Master Tan family willing to take the blame?"

Chi Qishu took another step back, his face paled slightly.

"Is it a joke, or is it talking about the general?" Yan Yan looked at Chi Qishu's expression and asserted, "Is it talking about the general, he wants to kill me!"

Stopping, not taking a step back, Chi Qishu chuckled, "Because you are a competent emperor, who can guarantee the peace of the mainland if you are killed? The people can't afford another war, Your Majesty, my answer disappoints you gone."

Chi Qishu's eyes did not flicker when he said this, which let Yanyan know that Chi Qishu was not lying.

At this moment, the strength that had just been propped up was lost in an instant, Yan Yan's body shook and was about to fall, but someone picked him up from the armpit.

Turning to look at this young boy who has not yet grown up, looking at his young but vigorous facial features, it seems that he thinks of the young boy flaunting himself like a little rooster in the early morning.

Every raised eyebrow, every sarcasm, every venomous tongue seemed to come alive at this moment.

Yan Yan closed his eyes.

"It's a capital offense."

Chi Qishu nodded, and replied briskly: "I know."

"Zhu Lian Jiu Clan." Yan Yan continued.

Chi Qishu helped Yanyan onto the bed, thought for a while, and was like discussing with ordinary friends, "If I hand over the Tan family's "Art of War" to His Majesty, can I exchange the lives of the old, weak, sick and disabled of the Tan family?"

Yan Yan, who was originally angry, calmed down in an instant. He turned his head and looked at Chi Qishu, and a calculating light flashed in his slightly narrowed eyes.

"The art of war was not carried by you." Yan Yan affirmed.

"Yes."

"So you want Zhen to let you go out to get the Art of War?" Yan Yan at this moment could no longer give Chi Qishu even a trace of trust.

"You can send someone to get it."

"Where?"

"Your Majesty agrees?"

"An art of war cannot save everyone's life."

"Then let that Art of War be destroyed."

The two spoke very fast, barely giving each other time to react, but when they got here, the conversation came to an abrupt end!

After a while, Yan Yan let go, "I agree."

Hearing this, Chi Qishu's nerves that had been secretly on guard finally relaxed. He smiled, feeling relieved, "There is a movable floor tile at the place where His Majesty was assassinated and fell. Your Majesty can find someone to get it."

Hearing that Chi Qishu actually buried such a precious thing in the ground, Yan Yan said angrily: "If it rained yesterday, then the Art of War will be destroyed!"

Chi Qishu shrugged, "That's also God's will."

Looking at Chi Qishu, who seemed to take life and death lightly, for some reason, an indescribable feeling gradually grew in Yan Yan's heart.

He felt that it should be anger or hatred, but it seemed to be more unforgettable than these.

Unknowingly, his eyes became sour, and that inexplicable feeling surged into his heart, which made him so angry that he clenched his hands tightly, and the thin smell of blood spread in the bedroom.

Chi Qishu seemed to be aware of it, his brows were slightly frowned, and his eyes were slightly closed.

I only heard Yan Yan's voice with hatred in my ear, and hissed: "Come on, let me suppress him! Choose a day...behead him!"

The cell was cold and damp, but the punishment was never imposed on Chi Qishu.

Chi Qishu was sentenced to death by His Majesty, so no one was allowed to visit him.

After an unknown amount of time, Chi Qishu asked the jailer for a pen, some ink, a piece of paper, and a kerosene lamp.

After lighting it up and dipping the pen in ink, he began to think carefully about the "Art of War" that he remembered in his mind.

Yan Yan guessed wrong, if the Tan family's art of war is really destroyed, the art of war will not be lost, because he has already memorized it.

Supplement the "Art of War" in my mind, many parts of the art of war are not written in detail, or even briefly mentioned, if people who have never been on the battlefield read that booklet, they will easily understand it.

Sort out these places one by one in my mind, and then slowly write them down on paper.

Chi Qishu didn't stop writing until he had written five full pages, estimated to be more than [-] characters.

I don't know how many years, maybe just a day later, there were footsteps outside.

The bright lights illuminated the dark dungeon, and Chi Qishu glanced sideways at the door, then turned back uninterestedly.

"Why does Your Majesty come to see a death row prisoner?"

Yan Yan's eyes were bloodshot, and his figure was a little thin, but his aura remained undiminished. He pointed at the prison door and ordered the jailer, "Open the door!"

When the cell door opened, Yan Yan came in directly, seeing Chi Qishu sitting on the ground, Yan Yan's eyes flashed with pity.

Walking forward, Yan Yan squatted in front of Chi Qishu, pinching his chin with one hand to force him to look up, Yan Yan's eyes were like needles, "As long as you say you didn't do it, I will believe it!"

Chi Qishu tilted his head to avoid Yan Yan's hand, "Your Majesty interrogated Yuan Junshi?"

"Yes, Yuan Junjun told me that the person who conspired with him was not you! Even the assassination failed because you saved me!" Yan Yan's eyes flashed, and he even pleaded, "Talking about Guanggu, as long as you say it's not you, I believe it!"

Chi Qishu chuckled, but did not respond.

But Yan Yan never gave up. He held Chi Qishu's shoulders with both hands, so hard that he even trembled, "It's not you, is it?!"

Yan Yan's tone was so urgent, even as long as Chi Qishu opened his mouth, Yan Yan could let go of the grudges in his heart. From then on, the two of them, one monarch and one minister, still govern the world hand in hand, and can still work together...

unfortunately,

Chi Qishu shook his head, "Your Majesty is wrong, if it wasn't for me, how would I know who is conspiring with me?"

Yan Yan slowly let go of Chi Qishu's shoulders, and he took two steps back, his eyes a little bewildered.

"I……"

"Your Majesty," Chi Qishu sighed, "If assassinating His Majesty is not a capital crime, do you know how many people in Da Xiao want to put His Majesty to death?"

Yan Yan withdrew his hand, stood up, and walked to the prison door, he slightly tilted his head, his voice was full of astringency, "Talking about Guanggu, there will be no future."

"It will be indefinite later."

After Yan Yan left, Chi Qishu soon saw an old acquaintance in prison.

"Mr. Tan, long time no see." Cui Zhongsheng looked indifferent, looking at Chi Qishu as if he were looking at a dead object.

Chi Qishu didn't care, just raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "It seems that Master Cui is here to see me off."

"Yes."

If Cui Zhongsheng admired Tan Guanggu very much in the past, he still respects him now, but it is a fact that Tan Guanggu deliberately approached His Majesty to wait for an opportunity to assassinate him, and he could not tolerate it.

But people are not animals, they understand the seven emotions and six desires, and the years spent together are not so easy to forget.

So he simply locked all those indifferent feelings in his heart.

Guo Zhao could guess His Majesty's thoughts better than him, so on the way Cui Zhongsheng came to the prison, Guo Zhao secretly pulled Cui Zhongsheng away from the crowd, telling His Majesty that he didn't really want to execute Mr. Tan.

"Mr. Tan knows the people outside, because Mr. Tan gathered outside the imperial city and begged for mercy? Your Majesty stopped the court for several days in a row, and the ministers knelt outside the palace gate. Countless documents to exonerate Mr. Tan are piled up every day. His Majesty's desk."

Guo Zhao said that as long as Mr. Tan is allowed to speak up and deny that he was the main messenger of the assassination, His Majesty will naturally let Mr. Tan go, and His Majesty will be happy.

"But His Majesty didn't even look at it, and asked Eunuch Zhou to return all of them..."

Cui Zhongsheng looked at Guo Zhao's eyes and thought of the countless ministers and common people who pleaded for Tan Guanggu. I don't know when, that little boy has gathered so many people who like him and believe in him.

"Master Tan, do you have something to say?"

He remembered that he refused Guo Zhao's company at that time, and the eyes of countless people along the way were red. He saw General Tan, and the old general had gray hair overnight.

When he saw what was on the carriage behind Cui Zhongsheng, General Tan's eyes were pleading.

But until now, he entered the prison and met Young Master Tan who had screened the memorial for His Majesty together.

In an instant, he almost burst into tears.

He choked up and couldn't speak, and could only stand outside the prison door for a long time, suppressing all his emotions deep in his heart.

No matter what the reason, assassinating His Majesty is the only crime of death!

Chi Qishu looked at Cui Zhongsheng's indifferent and flushed eyes, smiled and shook his head, "There's nothing more to say."

After another long silence, Cui Zhongsheng picked up the tray under his feet and put it on the table in front of Chi Qishu. Only now did he find the densely packed paper with small characters on the table.

It's just that the cell was too dark, even if he carefully squinted his eyes, he couldn't see clearly.

When he wanted to take a closer look, Chi Qishu blocked his line of sight, "It's my confession, Master Cui doesn't need to read it carefully."

Hearing that Cui Zhongsheng didn't want to investigate any more, he withdrew his gaze, "The three items on the tray are gifted by His Majesty, Mr. Tan can choose any one to go on the road."

"Oh?" Hearing this, Chi Qishu turned around with great interest, "I didn't expect that I would be treated like this."

I saw three things on the tray, a dagger, a long rope, and a medicine bottle.

Chi Qishu picked them up one by one and looked at them, "The dagger is too bloody, if you really use it, I'm afraid it will dirty your place, and the long rope drags for too long, I'm afraid it will waste Master Cui's time, just this one ,clean……"

After finishing speaking, Chi Qishu uncorked the medicine bottle and poured the contents into his mouth without even looking at it.

Before Cui Zhongsheng could stop his outstretched hand, Chi Qishu swallowed.

For some reason, Cui Zhongsheng burst into tears.

"Talk, Mr. Tan..."

Just as Cui Zhongsheng was about to support Chi Qishu, a figure quickly ran out from behind him, and Cui Zhongsheng, a warrior, was knocked out!

"Bold!"

But the next moment, all Cui Zhongsheng's words were blocked in his throat, because the person who bumped him was actually His Majesty!

When did His Majesty come?Then why didn't His Majesty come in?

When he saw Tan Guanggu put the poison directly into his mouth, Yan Yan felt that he was going crazy!

He didn't expect Tan Guanggu to be so decisive, he didn't even hesitate!

He thought he would save him!

He thought he had time!

But no one gave him time to react, not even time to regret...

"Spit it out! Spit it out for me!" Yan Yan hugged Chi Qishu tightly, he was trembling all over, his fingers went deep into Chi Qishu's throat, forcing Chi Qishu to open his mouth, but his voice trembled, Unknowingly, a tear fell on Chi Qishu's face.

"Talk about Optics Valley, spit it out, boy, that's not a good thing, I don't blame you, you live well!"

Chi Qishu barely opened his eyes, a mouthful of blood suddenly overflowed, Yan Yan froze for a moment, then suddenly withdrew his hand, suddenly at a loss what to do.

He looked at Chi Qishu, his hands trembling uncontrollably, and seeing Chi Qishu's gradually graying face, his lips trembled twice, and finally wept bitterly!

He never thought about killing Tan Guanggu, never thought that even though he never trusted Chi Qishu, he always regarded him as a close friend!

Chi Qishu looked at Yan Yan, the corner of his mouth curled up, his gaze gradually moved to the table, looking at the exposed corner, he pointed with his fingers.

In the shadows, there seemed to be a heartbreaking hissing cry in my ear...

Ended.

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