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

The reason why Wen Yan used the guise of ghosts and gods was because Yun Chu's yin and yang and five elements were in full swing. Even if Chu Fu didn't believe it, it would be difficult to refute his claim, and the more absurd and playful something was, the more it could prove that Chu Huaijin was unbearable Chu Fu was less vigilant about things that were very useful.

Wen Yan folded the two unshaped yellow talismans one by one, put them back into the cuffs, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.

This "Tale of the Supreme God" is not used to suppress spirits...

The snow fell all night, neither small nor stopped, covering the long palace road that was so long that it was not deep enough to see the end. Only by the charcoal stove can I barely get rid of the coldness on my body.

The accompanying eunuch lit a few palace lanterns and preached, "Get up."

Wen Yan lifted the curtain of the car, and suddenly there was a gap in the cold wind that swept through the air, pouring it in desperately, savagely devouring the warmth from the refilled charcoal stove.

The old eunuch raised his head and gently reminded: "Your Majesty, the wind is a bit fierce today, and your body will recover soon, so don't catch the cold again."

Hearing this, Wen Yan lowered the curtain, not wanting to waste his time with Chu Fu's eyeliner, closed his eyes and leaned on the soft cushion, sighing.

I don't know if the people outside the imperial city can endure the cold weather, and the Right Prime Minister of the Heavenly Prison, who is old and suffers from the cold, I'm afraid it will be difficult.

Wen Yan kept his car simple, and the guards carrying the chariot were afraid of bumping the violent little emperor. Even the prime minister would kill him at will, let alone unknown pawns like them, so they walked very slowly and steadily. , It took about an hour to arrive at the prison prison.

Wen Yan was helped out of the sedan chair, looked up at the three words "Heaven Prison" in red and fluttering, and felt a little weighed in his heart.

This place is heavily guarded, with three steps, one soldier, five steps and one gun. It is the first and only heavy prison in the imperial city. The detainees are all felony courtiers and even royal family members. The rear of the right minister.

The fact that Yun and Chuyou conspired against each other shocked the government and the public, and the people with a heart in the temple were helpless, so they could only rely on capable people and strangers in the world to help.

This is what Chu Fu was afraid of, Zhou Yuan looked up to all sides, there must be a brave man under the anger of the crowd, and he had to tie people under his nose.

The terrain of the prison is low-lying, and the melted snow dripped dirty all over the ground. It was terribly cold, and Wen Yan tightened his white coat tightly, lowering his eyes and being speechless the whole time.

This place is not suitable for living, Wen Yan only stayed for a moment, feeling that even if he didn't make an order, delaying could drag the old right-hand man to death,

Under the cold and snowy window, Zhou Yuan was wearing a thin coat and sitting there against the wall, no one was looking at him, and his back was straight, very much like the grand master in Chu Huaijin's memory.

Wen Yan was startled subconsciously. In the light of a cold lamp, apart from the silver hair, the most glaring thing was the huge word "Prisoner" on his chest, like the most withered inscription. standing alone.

With a "snap", the lock opened in response, and Zhou Yuan slowly opened his eyes.

The moment he saw Chu Huaijin, his cloudy old eyes finally had some brilliance.

Wen Yan waved away the crowd, leaving only an old eunuch who "can't retreat", facing Zhou Yuan's direction, and made a long-awaited apprenticeship ceremony, and said respectfully: "Student Huaijin pays respects to the master."

"Your Majesty has broken the old minister." Zhou Yuan gritted his teeth and got up, knelt down, and kowtowed, the simple three-two movements became extremely tormented due to his trembling body.

Wen Yan's hands hidden in his sleeves were clenched until they turned white, and he turned his face away with some embarrassment, and replied: "The road to hell is far away, and the students are here to send the Tai Tuo on his last journey."

Zhou Yuan paused, then kowtowed again, "Your Majesty has a heart."

"Get up."

The old eunuch wiped the low stool with a flick of his sleeve, Wen Yan sat down, looked at Zhou Yuan meaningfully, and said, "Will the Grand Tutor blame me?"

Zhou Yuan looked directly into Wen Yan's eyes, and under the cover of the remnant lamp, those old and weak expressions suddenly disappeared.

Wen Yanqu put his fingers on the tea stove to check the temperature. Sure enough, people who entered this place could not get a sip of tea.

Wen Yan covered his mouth and coughed lightly, pretending to be sullen, he threw the hand warmer in his hand on the table heavily, and frowned, "Why is this place so cold?"

After all, in order to make the scene more realistic, he shrank and coughed twice, and the prison army almost ran out and lit a stove and moved it to Wen Yan's feet.

Wen Yan hooked the corner of his mouth almost invisible, and kicked the stove a few inches away without any trace, so that he could get closer to Zhou Yuan, then raised his eyes and said quietly: "I vaguely remember the day when the official paid homage to the young master, the master taught him The first character I wrote was Chu."

"You said that I am Chu, the Chu of Yunchu, and the Chu of the world. The students always remember it in their hearts, and never forget it for a moment."

Wen Yan's tone changed suddenly, "But Taifu forgot."

"Want to call this 'Chu' instead of 'Zhou'?"

When Wen Yan finished speaking, Zhou Yuan stared at the young emperor. Between the lights, Zhou Yuan thought he saw the prince who reached his knees in the imperial city and called him "Teacher" with a book.

"It's because I'm getting old." Zhou Yuan couldn't hide his desolation in his words.

"It is indeed old." Wen Yan chuckled lightly.

Just when Wen Yan thought that Zhou Yuan would not speak again, he suddenly heard a sentence: "Your Majesty, do you still remember how many Chu characters you wrote that day?"

Zhou Yuan spoke very lightly, and within a moment he was shattered in the strong wind that came in through the window, but Wen Yan's heart was shocked.

"A hundred." Zhou Yuan said by himself without waiting for Wen Yan to answer.

"No more, no less, a hundred of them, what's your intention?" Zhou Yuan pressed again.

"The people of Liming represent the people of Liming in Yunchu."

Zhou Yuan took a deep look at Wen Yan, his expression was difficult to distinguish, but his tone was firm, and he said word by word: "So it's not that I have forgotten my duty, but Your Majesty has forgotten."

Wen Yan let go of his hand in a daze.

"Snapped"--

The stove in his arms suddenly fell to the ground, and the red-hot coals were touched by the dirty frost water, and there was a "squeaky" sound. After struggling and rolling a few times, the sparks died out.

"Presumptuous." The old eunuch pointed at Zhou Yuan's nose and cursed.

"An eunuch, Chu Fu's lackey, deserves to talk to me." Zhou Yuan kicked the old eunuch's knee hard, until the man plopped on his knees, and then forced himself to stand up straight.

Just one movement took a lot of strength from him, and Wen Yan almost wanted to go up to give him a hand.

Zhou Yuan's hands trembled slightly, and he waited for his breathing and pulse to become stable before he opened his mouth and said, "Traitors stole their lives, how many people can die well in this melting pot of courts? The ministers only have one life, so it's not a bad thing to seek a clean life. If you can get lucky Clean up the temple for His Majesty, and there will be face in the underworld to meet the late Emperor."

"The prime minister thinks too highly of me." Wen Yan gritted his teeth and replied.

This Yun Chu's Zhongliang, yesterday's court official, today's prisoner, has never broken his whole body.

It was precisely because of this that Chu Huaijin desperately wanted to keep the root of Yun Chu. In his heart, the root was never himself, and his surname was never Chu.

"The rise of slander, the prosperity of cooking oil, does your majesty think this court is not dirty enough? Sima Qing, Yan Shangshu, Yu Guogong, exile, copy and cut, your majesty, open your eyes and see Look, is there anyone in this court who dares to speak up? You are trying to gouge Yunchu's heart and cut Yunchu's flesh!"

"Come on! Come on!" the eunuch's stern voice rang in his ears.

"Let him talk!" Wen Yan shook his sleeve and slapped the table hard.

Zhou Yuan approached Wen Yan step by step until he stood in front of him.

"Da Chu is about to rot to the bone. If His Majesty insists on going his own way, a hundred years later..."

"No," Zhou Yuan wiped his tears with his face up, "Yun Chu has not been around for a hundred years, His Majesty is destined to be the king of subjugation, and when the death knell rings, His Majesty will probably bring a letter of guilt to the world. The people apologize."

Guilt!

Wen Yan took a sudden step back, brought the low stool behind him and smashed it hard on the ground, and it also hit everyone's hearts.

This right photo is really desperate!How dare you say such outrageous words!

Everyone thought that the little emperor was furious, but only Ying Yi, who was watching from the dark, knew that the little master was frightened by the three words "edict of guilt".

Edict of guilt, what Chu Huaijin fears most.

Sima Qing and Yan Shangshu, who were convicted by Chu Fu for "despising the three cardinal principles and ignoring the five constants", were all rescued by Chu Huaijin, but Yu Guogong, who was beheaded by all his families, was one step too late. One step, Duke Yu didn't wait.

Of the 72 people, only ten of them survived.

Chu Fu asked Chu Huaijin to supervise the beheading. Just before the execution, the skinny Duke Yu looked at Chu Huaijin and said only one sentence——

"The lord is incapable of making a minister in power, and if he sins against himself, he will be the loess on the grave of Yunchu, and he will have no face to see the people of the world."

Chu Fu said that Duke Yu had insulted and humiliated the Holy Majesty, and ordered his body to be thrown into Boshui, leaving no bones of a loyal generation.

That year in Kyoto, the snow fell very early and heavy, and the common people flocked to Boshui to pay homage to the souls of the dead, but no one knew that Chu Huaijin also knelt on the shore of Boshui for a full hour.

It was Yingyi who brought Chu Huaijin back that day, and the young emperor burned for a day and a night, not daring to cry, not daring to let others know, dreaming back at midnight, only saying "I don't have one" in his mouth.

Chu Huaijin has been the emperor for 13 years. He is extremely rich and powerful, but what he wants most in his life is to make no one in the world remember him.

He doesn't want the surname Chu, and doesn't want to sit on the dragon chair, but now he wants to engrave his name on Yunchu's tablet with a piece of guilt, telling him to die forever. Chu Huaijin is afraid, it's true Scared.

Wen Yan suddenly shed two lines of tears, and he knew that it was Chu Huaijin who was crying.

While no one was watching, Wen Yan raised his hand and wiped it scribbled. He couldn't let Chu Huaijin down.

He covered his heart and bent down, took several long breaths, finally couldn't hold back, lifted the low table in front of him, and shouted: "Come on, go, go to the Imperial Hospital and get me the dumb medicine. "

Everyone was shocked and forgot to move for a moment. Even if the angry emperor was shouting "Teacher" one moment, he wanted to have his skin cramped the next moment.

"Hurry up!" The eunuch repeated.

The prison guard just woke up from a dream and nodded again and again, but after a while, he knelt down at Wen Yan's feet with a bag of things. In such a dirty place, a bag of dumb medicine doesn't need to go to the hospital at all. .

"Give it to me!" Wen Yan's eyes were about to burst, and he pointed in Zhou Yuan's direction twice.

Even in the depths of winter, the prison army was still drenched in cold sweat, and his hands were trembling, and he almost lost the medicine bag in his hand.

Wen Yan was in a hurry, kicked the prostrate prison army hard, took the paper bag in two small steps, looked at Zhou Yuan with a sullen look, and said hoarsely: "Isn't the right minister thinking too highly of himself? Okay, Then I will feed you personally, and I will also treat you as a student's last thank you gift."

After finishing speaking, Wen Yan squeezed Zhou Yuan's chin and lifted it vigorously, white powder poured into his mouth, between his fingers, the ends of his hair, and the dead grass on the ground were all stained with bits and pieces of white.

The burning pain came very quickly, and Zhou Yuan's overdrawn body couldn't get over it. The moment Wen Yan let go, he fell to his knees, but still tilted his head, and said in a final voice, " The old minister will only sleep forever, but what about Your Majesty?"

"Can I have a good night's sleep?"

Wen Yan's chest couldn't stop heaving, and he threw the yellow talisman on Zhou Yuan's sleeve fiercely on Zhou Yuan's face, and said with a sneer, "Since the prime minister thinks his life is too long, I will order the dining room to prepare the Ciyang meal for the prime minister."

"Do you know what this is?" Wen Yan's tone was instantly cold.

"It is said that it can calm the soul and fix ghosts, so that you will never be reborn forever."

The malice in the little emperor's words was so terrifying that everyone shuddered.

"Didn't the prime minister say that I will have no face to see the world after a hundred years? I have to keep my eyes wide open after I get out of the underworld, and see if I fall first, or your Zhou family dies first."

Speaking of this, Wen Yan suddenly raised his hand and tapped his forehead, the corner of his mouth became colder, he squatted halfway in front of Zhou Yuan, pinched the yellow talisman with two fingers, shook it, and said with a sneer: "Look at my memory, Prime Minister!" I'm afraid I can't see it, because..."

"The soul can only stay here and live forever."

After all, Wen Yancai got up, and the moment he walked out, he looked at the prison guards kneeling on the ground and said: "You guys keep an eye on this talisman, and you can't leave the prime minister's body. After a moment, the Zhou family's head , Prime Minister, weigh it yourself."

The prison is dead silent, this is the filthiest place in the entire imperial palace, and the injustice cannot be resolved for a hundred years. The prison army took a deep look at the right minister of Sifang Yangde, sighed, and put the yellow talisman on Zhou Yuan. Palm, lock and withdraw.

Zhou Yuan raised his head and gave a wry smile, the sky is going to kill me.

But the moment his eyes fell on the yellow talisman in his palm, his pupils shrank suddenly.

This is……

When Chu Fu got the news from the old eunuch, he was imitating calligraphy in the study.

It was worthwhile for Chu Huaijin to go this time, Zhou Yuan is really good at it, every sentence pokes on the little emperor's spine, forcing himself to a dead end, Chu Huaijin is used to being pampered, how could he stand such a stimulus, it's okay , it can be regarded as Zhou Yuan cut off his own way, saving him the effort of planning.

Chu Fu raised his hand and wrote the word "Zhou Yuan" one stroke at a time. After staring at it for a long time, he curled his mouth and swiped hard with his pen.

The thick thick ink permeated the back of the paper, completely covering the word "Zhou Yuan".

Immediately afterwards, he wrote two more names on a brand new piece of white paper.

Xiao Heng, Chu Huaijin.

Bold and ruthless wolf cubs, timid but not necessarily soft-hearted and unfamiliar things, keeping them will be future troubles.

The next day, the Emperor of Chu ignored the people and issued a secret decree to execute Yun Chu, the right minister of the court, and the Zhou family was imprisoned, waiting to be released.

When the news came from Yingyi that the right minister's body had been dropped, Wen Yan's tense spirit completely collapsed. It was hard to turn back if he made a wrong move, and he had to face Chu Huaijin's ready-to-go The body of "died for the country".

"How long will it take for the master to wake up?" Wen Yan coughed.

"It will probably take another five days." Ying Yi replied.

"You have to guard the Taifu these few days, don't let anyone notice." Wen Yan closed his eyes tiredly, and his tone dropped a little.

"Master, if King Ding of "Tales of the Supreme God" notices something..."

"It's okay, Chu Fu should be staring at the border these few days, and he doesn't have time to think about it." Wen Yan shrank deep into the quilt, "There must be no mistakes on the Taifu's side, otherwise all previous efforts will be wasted, remember to keep an eye on it , wait until the wind subsides, and send the Taifu to the Kongchen Temple, this imperial city will not be able to live."

"Yes, master, be careful in everything."

Wen Yan did all the tricks to guard against Chu Fu inside, but forgot that there was Xiao Heng outside.

In the middle of the night, when a cold blade was stuck to his neck, Wen Yan only had two thoughts in his mind.

First, brother, chill your neck.

Second, don't speak too early, come back soon, Yingyi.