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

The incense in the cloud cauldron floated lightly, clinging up to the thin inner garment, but Wen Yan couldn't sleep peacefully due to the condensed and cold fragrance on his pillow. He moved his fingers that were stiff from the cold, and finally Wrapped in a brocade quilt, she sat up leisurely.

This body is too weak...

Wen Yan twirled his fingers and gave up after looking at the unattractive red. Chu Huaijin sat on the dragon chair for 13 years, Yun Chu was "stable" for 13 years, and his mind was heavy for 13 years. But not a single day is spent living for myself.

He had never had peace in his heart, and couldn't sleep all night, so when Wen Yan woke up in this plane, he had a silk handkerchief tied around his eyes, and Chu Huaijin relied on it to block out the light that was not considered bright. , Force yourself to take a nap.

But every time I fall into a dream, what floats and sinks is the flesh and blood everywhere, the common people crying and cursing--faint king, the sky is dead, I will die, life after life will not be a good death...

Chu Huaijin memorized every word, engraved in his bones.

Where is this imperial city? The stove in my hand is not very useful, but it is better than nothing.

The coals in the furnace radiated a weak temperature for a while, Wen Yan carried it to the window, stood by the window, his gaze was fixed on the soft red palace lantern hanging along the eaves, he slowly leaned forward and grabbed the third lamp. Red line, pull it down slightly.

A moment later, there was a man in a black shirt and mask kneeling in the center of the bedroom.

Ying Yi, the late emperor's dark guards, when the late emperor passed away, apart from the edict to pass on the throne, the only one left to Chu Huaijin that was not known by Chu Fu was this dark guard.

In this Yun Chu, there is no wind that Chu Fu can't hear, and there is nothing he can't see, and this secret guard has become Chu Huaijin's only reliance on "settling and living" in this imperial city.

"Master." Yingyi took the white fur from the screen and put it on Wen Yan's body. After a long silence, he finally sighed and said in a deep voice, "Master, don't catch a cold."

"Are you afraid of catching cold with this body?" Wen Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly, took the porcelain bottle in Yingyi's hand, and poured out a pill with extreme skill.

The black and round thing had a strong fishy smell, even if it was surrounded by not-so-light incense, it still couldn't overwhelm its pungent nose, but Wen Yan raised his head and swallowed as if there was nothing, even without water.

Ying Yi lowered his head somewhat unbearably, the Emperor of Great Chu, relying on these things to hang the dying image, and even stealthily so that no one will know, what is the use of riches and honors, the stagnation in his heart poisons his lungs for so many years In the past, it has long been the end of the battle.

One day counts as one day, but where is this end?

"What are you doing with this expression?" Wen Yan glanced at Ying Yi, the smile didn't reach his eyes, and he tightened his white fur, "Do you think I'm still afraid of death?"

Chu Huaijin never felt that "death" was a terrible thing. She only hated that this life was not short enough, and hated that his surname was Na Chu.

"Master, don't talk nonsense. Ying Wu has already gone to the Valley of the Medicine King, and there will be a solution soon." Ying Yi's voice trembled slightly. His master was born on a hanging rope, and if he took a wrong step, he would be in the cold abyss. He was not afraid that the little master was afraid of death, on the contrary, what he was most afraid of was that the little master was not afraid of death.

It is precisely because we are not afraid of death that we cannot learn to live in peace, nor can we seek a good death.

Ying Yi regained his expression, took out a paper bag from his bosom, handed over two candied fruit and said with a smile: "For the food brought from outside the palace, the master will make a tooth offering to moisten the mouth."

Wen Yan pinched one and put it in his mouth, and asked, "Is there anyone guarding the right minister?"

"Ying San is guarding, after all, he is the right minister. King Ding is determined to use the master's hand to get rid of the right minister. He has too many fears and worries, so he dare not make any movement for the time being."

"Where's the Prime Minister's Mansion?" Wen Yan lowered his eyes and tapped the heater twice, "In the name of the leader, send the old lady and the others out earlier, and act quickly, so that Chu Fu won't notice."

"Yes." Ying paused, as if suddenly thinking of something, raised his head and frowned, "Master, General Killing Zheng is back."

"Xiao Heng?" Wen Yan searched in the original body's memory, Xiao Heng, the general who killed the conquest, the son of Xiao Ming, a military general of Dingguo, whose father Xiao Ming died in the battle of Tianyuan, and Xiao Heng, who was only 15 years old, was ordered in danger Leading [-] Qingyi troops to the border, after seven days and seven nights of bloody battles, the rebellion was finally put down.

So far, the name of the major general has moved the world.

The first emperor originally wanted to call him back to the court, but the border situation was initially determined and it was not yet stable. Xiao Heng guarded the border area where his father's bones were buried. Except for Miansheng, he almost never stays in the imperial city.

The person Chu Fu fears the most is Xiao Heng, besides Prime Minister Right, who is a thorn in his side and a thorn in his flesh, and he really has to be distinguished, or the latter is even worse.

Xiao Heng held the military power, he was a wolf cub who was killed from the flames of gunpowder, a person who walked on the sidelines of hell, the heart of a child was for Yun Chu, not for Chu Huaijin, and it was even more impossible for him to be for Chu Fu, Chu Fu knew this better than anyone else.

The bones and remains on the border became the high wall of Yun Chu, and also the high wall of Chu Fu's heart. He thought he held Chu Huaijin firmly in the palm of his hand, but Yun Chu's dragon chair had Xiao Heng and With Zhou Yuan's existence, he still couldn't sit still.

If he wanted to sit firmly, he had to step on the heads of Zhou Yuan and Xiao Heng.

However, even if he spent a whole ten years watching Zhou Yuan's Prime Minister's Mansion being stripped of his plaque and Chu Huaijin's tall building collapsing, he still couldn't see through Xiao Heng.

Chu Huaijin has very few memories of Xiao Heng, only a few touches that were not eagerly contacted when she was a child.

When that person faced the saint, most of the time he was "inconvenient to meet with the holy body". It took so much effort for Chu Fu to cut off Chu Huaijin's retreat. How could the variable Xiao Heng stir up any more troubles? Come.

"When did it happen?" Wen Yan put down the stove in his hand, and the gust of wind that came in through the window choked in his throat, causing a burst of coughing, but there were eunuchs guarding the gate of the palace, so Wen Yan didn't dare to speak out. There was no movement, so I had to bend down and forcefully swallow it, which made my internal organs ache a little bit.

Ying Yi hurriedly stepped forward to relieve him, seeing the little emperor's forced red eyes, his hands were clenched for several minutes, even coughing, he had to hold himself down so tightly, such a big Yunchu, he didn't leave him alone. Find a place to breathe.

"When did it happen?" Wen Yan leaned against the wall weakly, "Does Chu Fu know?"

"Three days ago, King Ding probably didn't know about the news from Qianji Pavilion that General Kill Zheng returned to Beijing alone."

"Going back to Beijing alone?" Wen Yan pursed his lips tightly.

He is not surprised that Xiao Heng will come back, Xiao Heng and Chu Huaijin are not deeply connected, it is all due to the relationship between the right minister and the relationship between them, it can only be regarded as a cheap companion, because Xiao Heng is also Zhou Yuan Bring out the students.

When he was still the crown prince, Xiao Heng came and walked once in the first class of the official homage to the young master, and only once.

When I was a child, I couldn't be called a "friend", let alone now, a king who is not a king, and a minister who is not a minister.

But Xiao Heng and his eldest son Zhou Yan, who is also the son of the Right Prime Minister, are brothers and sisters. It is impossible for him to sit still after such a drastic change in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Thinking of this, Wen Yan's expression was a little slumped, Chu Huaijin was really under attack, and with Xiao Heng's method, he must have wished to have his ashes thrown away, probably he could only take one step at a time.

Wen Yan settled down and said in a low voice: "Chu Fu's eyes are fixed on him very closely, I'm afraid it won't be long before Xiao Heng's return is hidden."

Wen Yan didn't know if this was a good thing or a curse, but Chu Huaijin had been planning for a long time to send the right minister away, and this bad debt should have been settled cleanly, but Xiao Heng bumped into it at this time.

After wading through this muddy water, if something goes wrong, I'm afraid I will die, and I will die.

"General Kill Zheng is alone..." Ying Yi gave Wen Yan a hand, "Do you want to lure the king into taking the bait?"

"Xiao Heng is not such a reckless person, so he must have left behind. This time, he should just explore the way. My dragon chair has long been a decoration. He won't take me seriously, but this is wrong. Too angry to be sloppy."

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from outside the bedroom door, "Your Majesty, His Highness King Ding is asking to see you."

Wen Yan raised his hand and waved back the shadow, took a steady breath, did not respond, and did not return to the cave.

It was the same whether he should or not, there was no place in the imperial city that Chu Fu could not go to.

He has been up from the collapse for a long time, and the already unpopular brocade quilt has long since turned to frost. Chu Fu is suspicious by nature. It is not uncommon for him to check the temperature under various guises on a whim. At the crucial point, Wen Yan couldn't afford to gamble on this possibility.

The visitor came wearing a black court dress with his hands behind his back, his expression was a little cloudy, and the eunuchs on the left and right followed him step by step. Wen Yan only took a quick glance, then lowered his eyes.

Chu Fu's body was full of oppression, and there was no doubt how many silver threads there were in his temples after the age, Wen Yan knew that he was in a hurry, even if he overthrew the little emperor of Yun Chu, he would only hear "Your Majesty" for a few years.

He was tired of the fake wealth wrapped under those skins, and only by holding Yun Chu's veins in the palm of his hand would he be considered complete.

"Why did you get up?" Chu Fu nodded slightly, but did not call "Your Majesty" or perform palace salutes.

Wen Yan's breathing was stagnant, and he couldn't remember when Chu Fu knelt down before Chu Huaijin, or whether he knelt down before Chu Huaijin, it seemed that he had.

On the day of Chu Huaijin's ascension to the throne, Chu Fu knelt down for the first and last time. When the drums were played, Chu Fu knelt first at the bottom of the steps, and then all the officials knelt down. It is true that one person is under one man, and one is above ten thousand people. .

Chu Huaijin knew about Chu Fu's wolf ambition, and everyone in the world knew about it, but they couldn't do anything except suffer.

Wen Yan pretended to be a little annoyed and kicked the vase standing along the wall: "It's snowing, so I want to take a look."

"Child's character," Chu Fu cast a sidelong glance at Wen Yan, sat down in front of the purple wooden table with his sleeves brushed, and said, "Come here."

Wen Yan walked over slowly, playing with the celadon cup in front of him boredly.

It didn't take long before he felt his throat was itchy and hot. Wen Yan yelled inwardly that he was not good, and immediately put his hand down by his side, pressing firmly on the wound in his palm, until the pain forced the fishy taste in his throat. He let out a sigh of relief.

He couldn't let Chu Fu know that he was at the end of his battle now, he hung himself on the pills brought by the hidden guards, stabilized his pulse, and fooled the imperial physician as well as Chu Fu.

Chu Huaijin had no heirs. Once Chu Fu found out that Chu Huaijin was in this body, the next situation would be much more dangerous and difficult. Moreover, Prime Minister Right was in prison, so he couldn't fall down at this time if he wanted to.

Wen Yan took a sip of tea to dilute the fishy smell in his throat.

Chu Fu ran out of time, and neither did he.

"After three or four days, it's time to go to court." Chu Fu frowned almost imperceptibly when he saw the gentle movements.

"Uncle Huang can just replace me. It's been cold these few days, and I always feel uncomfortable anywhere." Wen Yan stretched.

"It's outrageous!" Chu Fuqu tapped his finger lightly, "how can government affairs be trifling."

"Uncle Huang also knows that my talent is dull, and I have a half-knowledge of everything I learn. I can't beat my brain when I play, and I don't leave anything in my brain when I play things. Instead, I have a headache."

"Diligence can make up for one's weakness, and being sick twice in three days made the courtiers laugh." Chu Fu sighed.

"Joke, who dares to laugh at me." Wen Yan raised the volume by three minutes, and the moment he put down the teacup, his movements suddenly changed, and he rushed to Chu Fu, frowning and said: "Uncle Huang, I want to go Prison prison."

Chu Fu's eyes flickered, and his face instantly became a little frosty. At this moment, he was going to the Heavenly Prison, and the little emperor was playing against him.

"What are you doing there? It's cold and bad, and your body can't stand it." Chu Fu added a cup of tea and said.

Wen Yan knew what Chu Fu was thinking, but he had to go to the prison today, and he had to go if he didn't, but it was a heavily guarded place, and it was almost impossible to sneak around under Chu Fu's nose. Wei has this ability, but the Prime Minister may not believe it.

In such a death situation, the Emperor of Chu thought of his meritorious deeds, and it was an extrajudicial favor not to implicate other clans. According to the temper of the right prime minister, in the situation where the enemy and the enemy are unknown, in order not to hurt his family, he will definitely step into Chu Fu In the death situation set up for him, even if he knew he was innocent.

So even if the dark guard revealed his identity, it would be difficult to win the trust of the Prime Minister, because he knew that if this was another trap by Chu Fu, his Zhou clan would be destroyed.

"Uncle Huang, I've been haunted by nightmares for the past two days. I always... always dreamed that the right minister was shaking his head in front of me, yelling some nonsense, and I was afraid."

Wen Yan shrank his neck, and continued: "At any rate, I have been my Taifu for a while, so I just want... just want to go and have a look."

Seeing Chu Fu's loose expression, Wen Yan pulled out a messy yellow talisman painted with cinnabar from his cuff, his face was a little red, and said: "Actually...the main reason is to stick this on the right minister. It is said that it can Requiem."

As Wen Yan said, he got up and ran to the side of the bed, threw off the pillow, took out a red-sealed thin volume and held it up in front of Chu Fu.

Chu Fu took a look, and saw the words "Tales of the Supreme God" shining brightly on the cover.

Wen Yan turned to one of the pages, pointed it to Chu Fu, and said, "Look, Uncle Emperor, this is it. It can prevent the invasion of evil spirits. I have practiced it for a long time."

Chu Fu glanced hastily for a few times, and his heart became more and more gloomy. This Chu Huaijin was not raised by him at all, and he didn't have the appearance of an emperor. Such a thing in hand.

Well, a piece of trash.

"Ridiculous." Chu Fu shook his sleeves, "Tell people to follow, don't make trouble."

"it is good."