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

It was hard for Wen Yan to ignore the array of objects, and his eyes were attracted by a drum that was closest to him.

The body of the drum is flat, with handles and ears. When Wen Yan picked it up, he found that there were two small bullets on the ear handles.

"Is this how you get the medicine?" Wen Yan took the snare drum and spun it a few more times casually, making a somewhat flat tune for no reason, but it added a bit of naive childishness to his voice.

"Like this?" Xiao Heng chuckled, and handed out a small story book from the corner.

The yellow seal is on a white background, and only a white thread is hastily tangled, and the crude and shoddy atmosphere of the market can be seen everywhere.

On the cover is a child wearing a cloth pocket and holding a carp in his arms. On the side is written three characters in crooked ink and ink—"Yuefu Ballad".

Under Wen Yan's puzzled eyes, Xiao Heng handed over the short story book, and said with a smile: "It was given by the drum seller, and all the children in the capital city like it. They say they want to read it while shaking it. It sounds nice and easy to remember. "

Wen Yan immediately put down his hand shaking the drum, feeling insulted.

First, he is not a child.

Second, he didn't like it much.

"Do you think you have a long life?" Wen Yan threw the drum away with some guilt, frowned and said: "Every move in the palace is watched by Chu Fu, without these things, do you think Chu Fu would not notice? "

"Your Majesty, are you worried about the minister?" Xiao Heng leaned over and explored in the stove. The firewood had been burned all night, and the size and temperature of the wood would be good, so he picked some coals with iron sticks and put them in the purple cauldron to warm them. In the hand stove.

"Don't worry, I sent someone to find a few new ones and put them on."

"Ridiculous." As soon as Wen Yan finished speaking, Xiao Heng put the hand warmer in his palm.

The charcoal fire was so lukewarm that it wasn't even warm when it stuck to the skin, but it made Wen Yan a little stunned.

"Since it is something close to His Majesty, it is right to pay attention to some details."

After Xiao Heng finished speaking, he immediately went to burn the Ningshen incense. The smoke rose slowly, thin and thin, and it was a little difficult to rise in this not-so-smooth room.

Smelling the familiar aroma, Wen Yan's pajamas, which had already been completely stripped off, pushed him up again.

The fire had been burning for a long time, slightly burning his sleeves, Wen Yan lowered his head to hide the smile on the corner of his mouth, he knew very well that his sleepiness was not caused by the fragrance of concentration, but because of Xiao Heng's return, so he felt at ease.

"Just now, His Majesty was waiting for the humble minister?" Xiao Heng lowered his head and fiddled with the incense tripod, as if muttering to himself: "I'm afraid that something will happen to the minister, so I dare not go to sleep for a long time?"

Wen Yan didn't dare to tell the truth, so he had to cheer up and said, "Could it be that you have forgotten your identity, where do you have the confidence to think that I will worry about you?"

"If you have the guts to lock me up here, do you still think I should worry about you?"

"Your Majesty is really cruel." Xiao Heng curled his lips helplessly, and looked up at Wen Yan, "I risked my life and death to get the medicine for Your Majesty."

Wen Yan looked down at the extremely unscrupulous candied haws, candied fruit and small wave drums on the table...

Narrow escape?I really can't see it, but I can see it when I am leisurely.

"So what about the medicine?" Wen Yan raised his eyes lightly.

Xiao Heng took out a porcelain bottle from his cuff, Wen Yan took it, and raised his head to put it in his mouth.

But before the medicine was delivered to his mouth, Xiao Heng had already held his wrist and pressed it down, led him to sit on a low stool, poured a cup of water and pushed it to his hand.

Wen Yan didn't have time to worry about these minutiae, and the burning pain in his heart reminded him that his body had stretched to the limit, so he took a sip of water from Xiao Heng's hand, and waited for the bitter smell in his throat to weaken a little before taking the medicine. Put it in your mouth.

At the moment of entrance, Wen Yan smiled slightly unintentionally for a while.

The medicine is wrong.

Slightly bitter, but not as stenchy as before.

Wen Yan raised his eyes in surprise, and finally swallowed, but the frown at that moment did not escape Xiao Heng's eyes.

Taking advantage of Wen Yan's inattention, Xiao Heng fed him a candied fruit.

"What did you do?" Wen Yan tilted his head back and said coldly.

"Your Majesty is only asking now, is it too late?" Xiao Heng propped his head on one hand, his brows and eyes calm.

"Your Majesty asked, there is one thing that I don't know. Since I have tasted that there is something wrong with this medicine, why does Your Majesty still take it?"

Wen Yan's hands froze, and he lowered his eyes, "Do I have a choice?"

"Yes." Xiao Heng's heart and eyes were full of Chu Huaijin, this person didn't say anything, he preferred to stab him with words, but he knew in his heart that this person believed him.

"Your Majesty has a choice." Xiao Heng put his hand on the back of Wen Yan's.

"Your Majesty can choose me." Xiao Heng's voice was very light, but the deep love in his eyes almost swallowed Wen Yan, "Xiao Heng is willing to serve His Majesty all his life."

It didn't know when the rain fell outside the window. It fell from the half-slanted eaves and hit the cold frost that hadn't cleared away. The cool air rushed in again, but Wen Yan couldn't hear the sound of rain at all. Xiao Heng's sentence "a lifetime".

"Xiao Heng, do you know what you're talking about?" Wen Yan's voice was desolate beyond his age.

Wen Yan suddenly regretted it a little. He originally wanted to follow Chu Huaijin's wishes and find a place with beautiful water and clear mountains to sleep after his notoriety of "faint king" was wiped away.

But now, he wants to fight for Chu Huaijin, fight for that absurd and distant "life", strip off the sharp blade, and dedicate all the tenderness of the rest of his life to himself and to Xiao Heng in front of him.

"I know." Xiao Heng held Wen Yan's hand tightly.

"Then do you know what my fate is?" Wen Yan's voice was hoarse, as if after layers of filtering, Xiao Heng listened hard to hear it clearly.

Wen Yan's eyes fell on the small porcelain vase, his eyes were sarcasm, and he said: "The Xiao family has been loyal and good for generations, but they have never been foolish and loyal. General Killing Zheng is willing to put chess on me, because he thinks that I will be Yun Chu's wise man." host?"

"Your Majesty is wrong." Xiao Heng got up suddenly, one step, two steps, until Wen Yan was in front of him, and then he knelt down on one knee very slowly.

The man was obviously only wearing plain clothes, but in a trance, Wen Yan seemed to have seen the General Slaughter, who was wearing his armor, walking towards him with blood on the ground.

Xiao Heng knelt down to him.

When Chu Huaijin was wearing the emperor's crown and sitting on the Jinjiaolong chair, Xiao Heng never knelt down on him. Now, with his hair untied and clothes disheveled, Xiao Heng knelt down on him, kneeling so respectfully .

"It's not Yun Chu that I want to pledge allegiance to, but Your Majesty."

"Even if His Majesty is not the emperor of Yunchu."

Wen Yan closed his eyes, the corners of his mouth were tightened into a sharp line, and his heart was a little unsteady.

Xiao Heng didn't wait for Chu Huaijin to give him a reply, he neatly seemed to have never thought about waiting for his reply, he just got up and hugged Wen Yan horizontally, put him on the couch, and coaxed softly: "Okay, wait I should be tired after so long."

Wen Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly. This person used "I", not "Chen".

"That medicine can save lives, but it can also hurt the body. You can't stand it anymore. I found someone to add some new flavors to dilute the original cold toxicity."

Xiao Heng took off his coat, got on the couch and hugged Wen Yan in his arms, "I won't disturb you, the mountain wind is cold and cold, I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep well."

"You met Yingyi." Wen Yan was almost sure.

"Yes." Xiao Heng replied bluntly.

"He told you all?"

"Yes."

"So you are pitying me?" Wen Yan made the last self-struggle.

"No." Xiao Heng took Wen Yan's hand and pressed it gently against his chest.

Under the square inch of skin is Xiao Heng's heart beating violently, once, twice, three times.

"Did you hear that?" Xiao Heng's smile deepened, "It said, I like you."

Wen Yan had never looked forward to the appearance of the guide so much. He needed a life-saving medicine to save Chu Huaijin's life and Xiao Heng's life.

He didn't dare to think about it, if he agreed to Xiao Heng, what would Chu Huaijin do after he and Yan Qi left?What about Xiao Heng?

Wen Yan let out a long sigh, and closed his eyes in despair. After a long time, he struggled and said, "Xiao Heng, I'm not a good man."

Responding to Wen Yan was an extremely shallow kiss, and an extremely shallow "You are."

Wen Yan's hand on Xiao Heng's chest finally dropped, and he leaned into his arms resignedly.

The cold wind and cold rain outside the window, the cold wind and cold rain that has endured for 13 years, easily turns into the warmest wind in spring in the two words "you are".

Forget it, Wen Yan thought deeply before falling asleep that Chu Huaijin would eventually survive the rain and snow, but she couldn't survive Xiao Heng's wind, the wind caused by him.

When Zhou Yuan woke up, what caught his eyes were layers of yellow flags, blown by the wind that leaked in from nowhere, it was indescribably weird.

In the chaos, Zhou Yuan suddenly remembered what Chu Huaijin had said to him, "Suppress the soul and calm the ghost, and you will never be reborn forever."

He never believed in ghosts and gods, but the scene in front of him was very similar to that.

"Father! You're awake!" A hoarse voice rang in Zhou Yuan's ears. He turned his head in disbelief, and saw Zhou Yan kneeling on the ground. Before he could reach out to help him up, two lines of tears flowed from his eyes.

"Zi Huan didn't lie to me, really didn't lie to me." Zhou Yan's eyes were red, and he clutched the corner of Zhou Yuan's clothes tightly, and began to choke up with a smile.

Zhou Yuan raised his hand with some difficulty, and patted it on Zhou Yan's head. In his twilight years, with the body of a sinner, he thought that the Zhou family would suffer the disaster of the fish in the pond and become the treacherous ministers in the mouth of later generations. But it is a great fortune in my life to see my son now.

He never asked for an official position, but just wanted to clear the way for the young emperor, so that he could sit on the dragon chair with his clothes spotless. A hundred years later, when the name "Chu Huaijin" was mentioned, people would be able to say "Chu Huaijin". "Mingjun", he can also thank the late emperor for his entrustment under Jiuquan.

Zhou Yuan took a few deep breaths, and when his eyes fell on the yellow talisman, his breathing became a bit stagnant.

He picked up the yellow talisman with a trembling hand, laid it under the candle and looked at it.

"Tingzhang, look at what this is." Zhou Yuan's voice trembled, he was too scared, he was afraid that his old eyesight was dim, so he misread the Holy Will.

Zhou Yan still knelt on the ground and did not get up.

When Xiao Heng brought him here, he didn't say anything, just let him wait until his father woke up.

He knelt for as long as he guarded, without closing his eyes.

He was afraid that when he woke up, it would all be a big dream, and his eyes would still be full of things. His father's body was still abandoned in Boshui, with no bones left.

Zhou Yan settled down and took the yellow talisman with both hands.

In fact, he had seen this yellow talisman a long time ago, lying quietly beside his father's pillow, but he didn't dare to touch it at all.He didn't know what this talisman symbolized, he only knew that it was "lived" together with his father.

After a long time, Zhou Yan suddenly raised his head, the horror in his voice could not be hidden, "Father, is this given to you by the Emperor Chu?"

"Hmm." Seeing Zhou Yan's appearance, Zhou Yuan knew that he hadn't made a mistake.

At that time, he was also the Taifu of the East Palace.

Yun Chu's yin and yang and five elements are in full swing, and Zhou Yan is stubborn by nature. When he was learning the strategy of a military strategist, facing the five-element talisman paintings that came from a random brush, he compiled the common tactics of a military strategist into a book of military tactics for fun. He said "if you encounter a 'speaking that can't be sincere', maybe it can be used for it", but in fact it is just for fun.

Originally, it was just a talisman used to "fight the art of war" with Chu Huaijin, but it fell into Zhou Yuan's hands without noticing it for a day.

Zhou Yan panicked, thinking that he was going to be scolded by Zhou Yuanyi, but his father just called him and Chu Huaijin to him and asked them to explain what these "talismans" meant.

Seeing that they were able to answer a few words, and to remember those difficult and difficult tactics of war, even though they were still superficial, it was not easy, so he gave them some advice and let them go.

Who knows, Zhou Yan's unintentional "when words can't be sincere" became a reality.

The golden cicada escaped from its shell, and Chu Huaijin used this "talisman" to tell him to feign death to avoid disaster.

Zhou Yuan raised his head to cover his face, the child tried his best to protect himself, but what did he say to the child?

"The old minister just sleeps forever, but what about your majesty, can you sleep overnight?"

"The lord is incapable of making a courtier in power."

"The sinner ordered to do that Yunchu loess..."

The "Tianzi En" that I swallowed that day turned out to be this "Tianzi En".

"Tingzhang, it's because my father is getting old." Zhou Yuan folded the talisman bit by bit, slowly put it in his heart, and sighed: "I only regret that this old bone can no longer serve His Majesty."

The wind and cold in the mountains were bitter to the bone, but Zhou Yuan felt his heart burning. When he heard the cold voice "Teacher is awake?" , squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying.

Zhou Yuan staggered down from the couch, Zhou Yan reached out to help, but Zhou Yuan swung him away.

Wen Yan and Xiao Heng also stepped forward quickly, but before they could reach Zhou Yuan, they knelt down heavily.

"Your Majesty, you have suffered." Zhou Yuan burst into tears. He thought he had watched Chu Huaijin grow up from a baby to the present, and watched him fall from the brightest boy in the capital city to the ignorant emperor step by step. , should have seen him through, seen him through, and thought he had seen it through.

But now, after walking away from that yin, he realized that he was the one who was confused.

Fortunately, this Yun Chu didn't treat him badly, and he saved his life. It was this child who had no face to see the late emperor, it was always him.

"It's Taifu who is suffering." Wen Yan wanted to bend over to help, but a throbbing pain flashed through his heart, and he almost fell down.

Zhou Yan and Zhou Yuan exclaimed in unison, wanting to reach out to help, Xiao Heng quickly hugged him in his arms.

Zhou Yuan looked at Chu Huaijin's pale face, and quickly reached out to feel his pulse.

With this exploration, Zhou Yuan's heart was like falling into an ice cellar.

Everyone's brows were covered with frost, but Chu Huaijin had a clear and shallow smile.

It hurts so much.

He is laughing.