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

Wen Yan's body and mind were already stretched to the extreme, and coupled with the snowstorm in the depths of winter, he finally couldn't hold on, and he tilted his head on Xiao Heng's shoulder and passed out.

The strength in Xiao Heng's hand tightened a little, and he touched the cold and frosty cheek of the person in his arms with his fingers, his heart ached more and more, and even his breathing became a little chaotic.

Still careless, Xiao Heng thought, this person's condition is so bad that he can't even see the wind.

Xiao Heng held Wen Yan's hand very carefully and gently, as if he was afraid of hurting him, but his steps were swifter than the wind, and the usual half an hour's journey was abruptly forced to a quarter of an hour or so.

The moment he entered the door, Zhou Yan watched Xiao Heng carefully put Chu Huaijin on the couch, and all kinds of feelings in his heart overwhelmed him.

Except for Chu Huaijin, both he and Xiao Heng had their shoulders full of residual snow. The mountain wind pierced into the bones among the high hills, and the fire that was better than nothing turned the broken snow into dense submerged water, and they fell next to each other. Zhou Yan was stiff but didn't feel cold.

"What on earth did you go to the imperial city for?" Zhou Yan closed his eyes and leaned against the window.

Xiao Heng raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, "Calm down?"

"Calm down? Killing my father, how do you make me calm down?" Zhou Yan sneered mockingly, with his hands hanging down, and for a moment, he couldn't tell who the sneer was for.

He is not calm, but tired.

After a long time, he seemed to suddenly think of something, opened his eyes suddenly, and said, "You want to blackmail Chu Fu with Chu Huaijin?"

Xiao Heng didn't answer, he found a gauze handkerchief from somewhere, leaned over and wiped Chu Huaijin's slightly damp hair.

"Do you think Chu Fu will worry about a puppet? He can't wait a long time ago. After the Zhou family collapses, even if he is not the next one, Chu Huaijin will not survive long." Zhou Yan's eyes fell on Xiao Heng, Fang Cun During the interval, Zhou Yan felt that there were many things in Xiao Heng's eyes that he could not understand.

"That's why I want to take him away." Xiao Heng raised his head, his gaze was on Zhou Yan.

"Everyone in the world knows that Master is loyal and sincere, and that treason is just a crime of wanting to commit crimes. But if Emperor Chu really dies in your hands, Chu Fu will be able to publicly announce to the world that the Zhou family has been accused of treason."

Xiao Heng looked at Zhou Yanman's indifferent expression, and sighed, "Chu Fu borrowed Chu Huaijin's knife to get rid of the Zhou family, and he has nothing to say. He is just waiting for you and me to become the next blade to replace the Zhou family." He got rid of Chu Huaijin's worry."

The Zhou family has been in two dynasties and has played tricks for the Chu family for half a hundred years. How could Zhou Yan not understand these principles? He just felt that he had been sober all his life, and he should do some "stupid things" when he was about to come.

Zhou Yan took a small jar of wine casually, raised his head and took a sip, and said coldly, "You didn't intend to kill Chu Huaijin."

"So it was." Xiao Heng replied bluntly.

Zhou Yan paused, put down his wine and looked at Xiao Heng.

"You are right in one sentence." Xiao Heng gently stroked the uneven wounds in Chu Huaijin's palm, "He won't live long."

"It's not even possible for Chu Fu to make a move."

Xiao Heng faintly heard Chu Huaijin say that it was cold, but his body was so cold that he didn't dare to get too close to him, so he could only spread some thin internal force bit by bit against his palm, not daring to take it lightly or a little bit heavier. , holding it carefully, that cautious and subtle appearance made Zhou Yan more and more puzzled.

But he didn't have time to think about what Xiao Heng's cautious appearance meant, so he frowned, "What do you mean?"

"The pulse is deep and free, and the poison invades the heart." Xiao Heng said word by word, the sharpness of his eyebrows and eyes under the lamplight was fully revealed, but it made people shiver when they were clearly on and off, "Old disease for a long time."

This injury is a serious illness, Xiao Heng discovered it when he first checked the pulse, and what made him most depressed was that Chu Huaijin knew it very well.

When he vomited blood, he didn't panic or flustered, but he was still accustomed to holding back, so he didn't pay attention to Zhou Yan's repeated collisions, not because of contempt, but because he really couldn't distinguish his strength and mind.

"Impossible." Zhou Yan's hand shook, and half of the wine in the altar was spilled on the ground, "He has been weak since he was a child, and he was designed to be pushed into the cold pool and left the root of his disease. The imperial hospital walked in front of him from time to time. , it’s impossible to have no news at all.”

Speaking of this, Zhou Yan paused suddenly, his tone was a bit condensed, and said: "Is it Chu Fu?"

Xiao Heng didn't nod or shake his head, but just took a deep look at Wen Yan.

He also thought it was Chu Fu at first, but now it seems that even Chu Fu may have been concealed by this person.

When he held Chu Huaijin's wrist, that person didn't resist, and turned to feel his pulse, and he subconsciously wanted to break free. If it was really Chu Fu, he wouldn't have been quiet for so many years, because maybe it was Chu Fu who started it, but The final fruit is still planted on the person himself.

Neither of them spoke anymore, Xueyue hugged the cold mountain and the hut, the mist was heavy, except for the occasional wind, there was a dead silence.

This endgame is like the remaining snow outside the mountain, as if the east wind blows and it disappears, but Zhou Yan doesn't know when the east wind will come, and who is the east wind?

Zhou Yan tilted his head and glanced at Chu Huaijin, his knuckles turned blue, he gritted his teeth, and said, "It's fine to die, as long as my hands don't get dirty."

Xiao Heng just raised his eyes and stared at him until Zhou Yan started to look away.

"What are you doing looking at me like that?" Zhou Yan asked angrily.

Xiao Heng smiled almost invisible, and said quietly: "The kung fu of swindling people has not improved after so many years."

Zhou Yan picked up the wine with his hand and put it down, put it down and picked it up again, and finally closed his eyes in despair, "I would rather be a soldier under your command, even if I die in battle, than here. Steal strong."

Zhou Yan knew that he couldn't kill Chu Huaijin, even if Xiao Heng didn't stop him, as long as he looked into that person's eyes, his knife would not fall down.

He hated Chu Huaijin, hated his ruthlessness, hated his ungratefulness, but he hated himself even more, to this day, even if he had half a ruthlessness of Chu Huaijin, he would not be able to kill enemies with his own hands.

At this moment, he watched Xiao Heng get up and walk towards him step by step, and said with piercing eyes: "I brought back the corpse thrown in Boshui."

Zhou Yan stood up abruptly, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, the moment the wine jar fell to the ground, a strong breath spread out in the room in an instant, Zhou Yan wanted to rush forward to ask the meaning of Xiao Heng's words, but he But his steps seemed to be extremely heavy, making it difficult to move an inch.

"You said... what did you say?" Zhou Yan's eyes were red, and with the strength of alcohol above him, he couldn't even stand still.

"But it's not the master." Xiao Heng stood still in front of Zhou Yan, "The same prison uniform, the same body and appearance, but it's not the master."

Xiao Heng's words hit his heart word by word, Zhou Yan almost forgot to breathe, but when he came back to his senses, he was already standing outside the door.

Xiao Heng leaned on the frame pillar, and said with a light smile: "Go back and think about it, Chu Huaijin has thousands of opportunities to attract the guards outside the hall tonight, why didn't he call for help?"

"Zi Huan!" Zhou Yan slapped the door half closed by Xiao Heng, "What do you mean by that?"

"Do you still need me to teach you?" Xiao Heng said meaningfully, and then closed the door under Zhou Yan's astonished eyes.

A long and lonely "squeak—" separated the inside and outside of the door into two worlds.

Xiao Heng originally wanted to wait until the truth came out before he could figure out everything, but the cause and effect were too deep, and it couldn't be settled overnight.

Zhou Yan was in pain, and Chu Huaijin was also in pain, so he made a desperate gamble on the "what if" hidden in Chu Huaijin.

Xiao Heng turned his head and engraved the appearance of the person on the bed on the tip of his heart, with a smile on his face.

Even if he gambled his life, he was sure that he would win.

Wen Yan woke up in a daze, his head was dizzy, and his consciousness was not very clear. Wen Yan laughed at himself, probably because he had a fever.

So you can't talk nonsense. Before, you used the guise of fever to deceive Chu Fu and Baiguan, but now the "retribution" has come so quickly.

Wen Yan calmed down for a while, and then managed to gather some strength to look around.

The simple bamboo house, the simple furnishings, the simple doors and windows, only the square couch under him can be seen too much, it looks like it is ventilated from all directions, but Wen Yan feels slightly hot at his fingertips.

It seems that it is not very cold?

"Are you awake?" Xiao Heng's voice suddenly appeared, startling Wen Yan, but he just lazily raised his eyes and glanced at Xiao Heng, without replying.

"It's fine if you don't want to talk, save some energy." Xiao Heng sat next to Wen Yan, put the porridge in his hand on the pillow, as if he didn't care about his indifference at all, and said with a smile: "What do you want to eat?"

Wen Yan followed Xiao Heng's movements and turned his attention to the bowl of porridge. Besides this, what else could he choose?

"Xiao Heng, do you know what crime it is to imprison me here?" Wen Yan frowned slightly, "Do you still have this emperor in your eyes?"

"Is there still an emperor in my eyes?" Xiao Heng thought quietly, then leaned forward in Wen Yan's astonished eyes, "Do you want to see, Your Majesty?"

Xiao Heng put his hand on Wen Yan's ear, and his black hair hung down along the arc of his neck, entangled with Wen Yan's black hair one by one.

The distance between the two was too close, so close that Wen Yan couldn't tell whether the pounding heartbeat in his ear was his or Xiao Heng's.

"Did you see it?" The corner of Xiao Heng's mouth twitched, "Your Majesty thinks that I have you in my eyes."

Wen Yan underestimated the face of this "rebellious official and traitor", gritted his teeth angrily and said, "Xiao Heng!"

"Yes, I am presumptuous, I know." Xiao Heng stood up lazily, his movements were very slow, and Wen Yan could clearly feel the traces of the moment when the hair of the two separated.

"The porridge is getting cold, be good, open your mouth."

Wen Yan raised his hand and waved the porridge away. His throat was full of fishy smell now, and he rolled around all night, feeling nauseated and didn't want to eat anything, let alone porridge that had no taste at all.

But before his hand touched the wall of the bowl, Xiao Heng grabbed it.

Xiao Heng glanced at the wound in Wen Yan's palm, and when he was moved, it turned slightly red again. Xiao Heng felt a little distressed, and lowered his head and blew.

This blow made Wen Yan not only itchy in his palms, but also in his heart.

"What's the matter with this wound?" Xiao Heng began to frown unconsciously. The poison in Chu Huaijin's body was an old disease for many years, and there was no reason for it. See you soon.

Wen Yan thought for a while, the wound on Chu Huaijin's palm was really cut by himself.

Chu Huaijin's poison penetrated into his lungs, but he couldn't let others know about it. Occasionally, when his blood qi surged up, he could only rely on the pain to stay awake, so he wore a fingertip-sized blade next to his body. A few cuts were made, usually covered with medicine found by the shadow guards, and as time passed, the current situation was already like this.

Seeing that people didn't want to speak, Xiao Heng was not annoyed, and said: "Tell me what you want, the wound is medicated, and you must avoid water and objects."

"I want your life." Wen Yan withdrew his hand and said lightly, after all, the violent little emperor's character cannot be collapsed.

The guide has seriously warned him that this plane cannot be "opened", otherwise the score will only hover around the passing line, but...

Wen Yan glanced at Xiao Heng faintly, he didn't want to "open the hook", but "hang" came to him by himself, even the guide couldn't stop him, is there any way for him?

That must not be.

"I'm afraid I will owe you this first." Xiao Heng also imitated Wen Yan's appearance and said lightly.

"Your Majesty really doesn't want to eat?" Xiao Heng pretended to sigh, "Then I really want to 'offend the next'."

As he spoke, he raised his hand to pinch Wen Yan's chin.

"You dare." Wen Yan said harshly.

"The left and the right are just one life. They are going to die anyway. Do you still care about your majesty rewarding you with an extra crime? I want to see how your majesty punishes my crimes." Xiao Heng picked up the little emperor with one hand and wrapped him half in his arms In his mouth, he scooped up a small mouthful of porridge and blew it, bringing it to Wen Yan's mouth, which meant "if you don't eat it, I won't let it go".

Wen Yan felt that things shouldn't be like this. With so many planes, it's rare for him to overwhelm him in terms of identity, but this person doesn't seem to know what "the difference between monarch and minister" is, why can't he beat him, scold him If you don't listen to scolding, it's impossible to get serious with him.

Wen Yan accepted his fate, he felt that if he froze again and refused to drink porridge, this person would definitely say something like "Since your majesty likes to stay in the arms of the minister, then stay there" such a thunderbolt, so he had no choice but to say something. took a sip from his hand.

But as soon as the porridge entered his throat, Wen Yan's eyes lit up. It was sweet, and it was the kind of sweetness that was neither greasy nor thick. The fishy smell in the throat was completely suppressed.

Xiao Heng looked at the shimmering light in the eyes of the person in his arms, and heaved a sigh of relief.

He knew early in the morning that Chu Fu would definitely not let this opportunity go, so when Chu Huaijin was robbed, there was a commotion in the city at dawn, and he named him Xiao Heng by name, so he gave this person a bowl name. The danger of eating porridge is no less than that of exploring the imperial city at night.

Luckily he likes it.

Xiao Heng fed very slowly, and Wen Yan ate very slowly. When the bowl of porridge bottomed out, Xiao Heng just put the bowl away, but did not let go of Wen Yan's hand.

"Okay, since Your Majesty has eaten the porridge from the minister, it is time to give the minister an explanation." Xiao Heng lowered his head and put his hand on Wen Yan's wrist, "Tell me, is this 'poison' given by Chu Fu?"

"Don't try to lie to me, I know a lot more than you imagined." Xiao Heng felt the person in his arms tremble slightly, took a deep breath, and sighed: "Xiao Jin, you lied to me." Once you get it for a while, you can't cheat forever."

Wen Yan didn't know what the phrase "I know more than you think" in Xiao Heng's mouth meant, but the phrase "Xiao Jin" easily shattered his defenses.

Your Majesty, Master, Faint Lord, Tyrant, Chu Huaijin has heard too much, it seems that since he ascended the throne, no one has called him "Xiao Jin". "Huaijin" died a long time ago, leaving only the Emperor Chu.

Wen Yan couldn't suppress the throbbing in his heart for a while, and his breathing was a little unsteady. He struggled to get out of Xiao Heng's arms. He wanted to know what Xiao Heng knew. Since Xiao Heng could find out, did Chu Fu know? Also found out?

Wen Yan struggled to prop himself up on the couch, turned his face to look at him coldly, said carefully but decisively: "You are wrong, since I can deceive you for a while, you can deceive me forever."

Wen Yan didn't lie, but just revealed the thoughts that Chu Huaijin had hidden for 13 years. The little emperor of Yun Chu didn't have many years to live. What difference does it make for a moment or a lifetime?

"What do you know?" Wen Yan pressed harder and harder.

The indifference in this person's words made Xiao Heng's heart sink. He knew that this person would not believe him if he didn't show his cards first.

Xiao Heng got up and put the fox white fur on Wen Yan's body.

The moment Bai Qiu tied it close to his body, Wen Yan heard a neutral sentence, "I know, Master is still alive."

At that moment, Wen Yan seemed to hear the heart-piercing roar of the guide—pass!You will only pass!