Don't talk nonsense, turn around and take the blame [Quick Transmigration]

When Wen Yan opened his eyes, there seemed to be a layer of semi-dark mist in front of him, very clear and shallow, only the light that was not penetrated at 01:30. On the image, but touched on a veil as thin as a cicada's wing.

Wen Yan stretched out his hand and tore off the silk handkerchief tied around his eyes, only then could he see the scene in front of him clearly.

It was an extremely wide carved golden lacquered wooden bed, surrounded by crimson gauze, surrounded by hundreds of turns of red thread, Wen Yan could vaguely see the outline of the surrounding, the extremely magnificent scene was not It didn't make him feel much better, even the word "Your Majesty", which symbolized the supreme power, made him feel depressed.

"Your Majesty, it's time to go up." The high-pitched voice sounded again, more cautious than the previous sentence.

Wen Yan felt that someone had turned on the candle, and asked hoarsely, "What time is it?"

"Return to Your Majesty, it's a quarter of Yin time."

Yin Shi?

Wen Yan turned his head and took a cursory glance. Through a layer of gauze curtains, he could only see a cursory glance, but he could still see that the sky was dark, with only a barren light brought by the flickering candlelight.

Wen Yan was already on fire, and wanted to go up in the dark to find fault for himself. He couldn't suppress the depression in his heart for a moment, and said in a cold voice, "I'm not feeling well today", and then there was no more to say, and there was no sign of getting up.

The eunuch who was serving in front of him only paused for a moment, and immediately replied: "Go back to Your Majesty, His Highness King Ding will send the imperial physician to wait outside the door, do you need a servant to summon you?"

Wen Yan still doesn't know what's going on in this plane. Hearing what the eunuch said, he thought a little bit in his heart. The king of a country is still lying on the couch, and he has already sent someone to wait for him, hiding some prying eyes. To be true or false, this "courier" stretched his hand a bit too far.

"No need, let's go down." Wen Yan's tone became more and more stern.

The old eunuch extinguished a few candles before bowing and retreating. The moment the door opened, there was a long "squeak" swaying, accompanied by a bleak and fine cold wind, blowing the bean-sized flame in the lampshade to the full. boil.

It wasn't until the sleeping hall became quiet again that Wen Yan waved away the gauze curtain.

The moment his feet touched the ground, a piercing coolness crawled up the mat, Wen Yan shuddered, turned around and wrapped the heavy brocade quilt around his body, and then got off the couch, until he walked to a crimson low table, looked at With loose black hair and pale and thin face in the bronze mirror, Wen Yan let out a long and continuous sigh.

It's really... a new mission.

"Come out." Wen Yan called out angrily in his consciousness.

"Drip—" The culprit went online.

"Tell me, what's going on?" Wen Yan's heart was gloomy, since when even the choice had to be made by the guide for him, Wen Yan said bitterly: "Does he know that you are so arrogant?"

The guide paused strangely, "The basic information of this plane is as follows..."

"Aren't you going to explain?" Wen Yan said angrily, and then looked like he was dying, "If you don't explain first, I will also be passive and sabotage. It's just a plane task. Whether to do it or not is right for me now." It doesn't have much of an impact."

"I know you know what I mean."

At the beginning, I thought that person was a virtual character of the plane, so I "followed the rules" to accept the task and complete the task, but now that I have found him, as long as I return to the real world, all problems will be solved easily.

Wen Yan doesn't think he is a person who puts love first, but Guidebook's nameless overlord clause makes him feel very perfunctory, he can't do it with broken teeth and swallow it in his stomach, so it's unreasonable today , must be considered.

"Host, you have to know that two intruders in one plane are not allowed, even... even if the other person is him."

"I know, so he erased his memory and borrowed the identity of a virtual character in the plane. Strictly speaking, he can only be regarded as half an intruder." Wen Yan tapped his fingers on the low table twice, and then his heart skipped a beat. Shen, the last plane guide disappeared for so long, did something really happen, the more Wen Yan thought about it, the more likely it was, so he nervously asked: "Have you been discovered?"

"Don't dare." The guide replied bluntly, "Boss is very good."

The endless words "dare not" and "very good" were pronounced heavily by the guide, from which Wen Yan could hear the bitterness of the migrant workers squeezed by the black hearted foreman, and it disappeared for a while Angry, he said with some amusement, "Do you know what I was doing when the previous plane forcibly left?"

Wen Yan mercilessly poked the guide's sore foot. The guide was silent for a full three minutes before he said dryly: "Only the interstitial plane fluctuates the most."

"So you took advantage of the loophole and slipped in?" Wen Yan lazily leaned over the table.

"Ah."

"You're very courageous." The corner of Wen Yan's mouth curled up.

guide:……

"Then tell me, why did you activate the forced escape, and why did you directly enter the next plane?" Looking at the strange and delicate face in the bronze mirror, Wen Yan suddenly felt that he was three points similar to An Luo, especially the pair of natural faces. With smiling eyes, he covered them on the table in a moment of distraction.

"When the boss entered the plane, he erased his own memory, but left a red line of traction on the host, so he was able to find the host and establish a connection in the shortest possible time. Due to the intervention of the boss, the difficulty of the host's task was significantly weakened. , after appraisal, the task score is unqualified." The guide said without emotion.

Wen Yan is speechless, it is true that success is also strict, and failure is also strict. Doesn’t the guideline mean that the quality is not up to the standard, so we use quantitative changes to make up for it?

"Attention the host, cheating is prohibited on this plane." The guide emphasized "warning".

Wen Yan frowned, except for the "Happy Big Bu Pill" in the first plane, where did he open a cheat?The moment he was about to make an inquiry, he heard a sentence, "That's the red line and the boss."

Wen Yan: ...

"You mean he won't come to this plane?!" Wen Yan's depression, which had been so hard to dissipate, surged up again.

It took a long time for Wen Yan to hear the guide's reply, but the "yes" made him feel guilty no matter how he heard it, and the "shock and awe" effect in it was immediately discounted.

But Wen Yan saw the guide's "avoidance of talking about it", so he didn't want to deliberately make things difficult for it. If the guide deliberately kept it from him, he couldn't ask anything. The right way is to end the task peacefully and early.

After the guide told Wen Yan about the situation on this plane, he disappeared again.

With the help of the weak light, Wen Yan lowered his head and stared intently at the knuckles of his little finger. The guide said that the red thread was confiscated as a special prop, so even if that person came to this plane, he might not be able to recognize it.

This challenge seems to be much more difficult than the task itself, Wen Yan squeezed a cold sweat secretly, it's okay to recognize it, if you don't recognize it...

Wen Yan began to recall what the old eunuch looked like just now.

It shouldn't be him... right?

The raging wind outside the window shook the coffin lightly, Wen Yan walked to the bedside, and opened the window with a "squeak".

The sound of clappers on the palace road spread far away, Wen Yan couldn't count how many times he knocked, probably it was snowing, and all the movements were lost in the sharp cold of the winter night, easily cut and crushed.

Wen Yan stretched out his hand to stick on the vermilion carved lampshade, and the warmth that was better than nothing was swept away by the draft, leaving nothing behind.

Wen Yan breathed a sigh of relief, looked down at the newly added scar on his palm, and stroked it lightly, Son of Heaven, Wen Yan sighed and shook his head.

The original body of this plane is Chu Huaijin, the young emperor of Yunchu. Although he is named the Son of Heaven, he was ordered by King Ding, that is, Chu Huaijin's third uncle, Chu Fu. Chu Huaijin was helped by Chu Fu at the age of seven. The superior, from a young emperor with a dishonorable name, became an emperor with a dishonorable name, a puppet symbol subject to Chu Fu.

Chu Huaijin has been in power for 13 years, and he has become the most useful blade. Everyone says that he has a violent temper and is fatuous, but he is Chu Fu's most sincere "subject". Now Wen Yan finally understands why he said " "When I don't go to court today", the old eunuch will look calm, and why does this "uncle emperor" dare to send someone to wait at the door so early.

Chu Fu was not stretched out, but Yun Chu's country had never been touched by Chu Huaijin. From the day Chu Huaijin became the throne, the country had changed hands. The surname was Chu, but it was not Chu Huaijin's.

The time when Wen Yan entered the plane happened to be when Chu Huaijin was "unfit for status", so it became reasonable to be in a bad mood and be passive and sabotage.

Because three days ago, Chu Huaijin, the young emperor of Yunchu, ordered Zhou Yuan to be executed—the right minister of Yunchu who had assisted two generations of emperors, was loyal to the emperor, patriotic, and full of loyalty.

Back then when Chu Huaijin was still the crown prince, he had worshiped the young teacher's grand tutor as an official of the East Palace, but Chu Fu found a letter in Zhou Yuan's house about collusion with the border and a yellow robe, and asked Chu Huaijin to use "conspiracy He was ordered to choose a date for execution for the crime of rebellion.

Chu Fu said it, so Chu Huaijin did it.

The imperial decree shocked the government and the public, and the people of Yunchu gathered around the gate of the imperial city for three days and three nights. Thousands of families kept fireworks, knelt, shouted, and cried, begging the emperor to take back the imperial order.

What kind of thing is a slander in the court hall that turns into a blood-red scalding wind in front of the Forbidden Gate?

Everyone in the world knew that Emperor Yunchu was fatuous and brutal, but they never knew that he had reached such an unintentional situation that he personally sent his grand tutor to the guillotine.

The snow fell a bit heavy, covering the bluestone steps in an instant, Wen Yan's fingertips were frozen stiff, and the blood oozing from the palms dripped into the gap between the lower edge of the window, Wen Yan seemed to feel no pain. He glanced at the palace wall from a distance.

That sea of ​​lights was the evidence of Chu Huaijin's crimes, burning with the blood of the common people and loyal ministers, but it was also the ice that wished to splash on the dirty soil of Yunchu's grave.

Everyone in the world knows that Chu Huaijin is fatuous and cruel, but they don't know that he almost lost half his life in order to keep the right minister and those good people. He was obviously only a weak year, but he was suffering from serious diseases. one person.

All the sorrows and joys of the world depend on him alone, but no one knows his sorrows and joys.

Wen Yan stretched out his hand and gently closed the window, the blood in his palm fell along the veins on the white snow, one drop, two drops, and then covered the white snow again, without a trace.