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

In the 13th year of Huaiyuan, Chu Huaijin, the emperor of Yunchu, was killed in Canglangpo, and his posthumous title was "Yuanzhen".

National mourning.

On that day, the death knell rang, and all the officials of Yunchu welcomed King Ding to live in the Zhengtian Hall to temporarily act as the government and appointed the king as regent.

There was a heavy snowfall in the imperial city, and the sky was filled with whiteness. The palace maid in plain clothes lowered her head and carried the palace lantern, and walked a thousand steps around Ningxin Hall.

The candlelight flickered on and off, shining on the residual frost from the previous night, no one was talking around, and they were whispering, adding a bit of desolation.

Three or two officials stopped on the side steps of Zhengtian Hall, looked back from a distance, and finally sighed and lowered their hands.

The situation changed in an instant, but the entire imperial city couldn't even find a few people pretending to cry, let alone those ordinary people who didn't feel any pain.

It was not easy for the emperor to be so lonely and despised by heaven and man.

"Do you know who is guarding the mausoleum today?"

"Yomo is still a palace man yesterday."

"Your Majesty... the late emperor had no heirs."

"The Prince Regent...has he ever been there?"

"..."

"It's okay, it's okay."

……

It was freezing cold, and Xiao Heng found a pot of pear blossom brewing from nowhere, and boiled it for a while, and when the strength of the wine was mostly gone, he poured a small cup for Wen Yan, and said, "I can only drink a little. , Nuan Nuan is about to stop."

Wen Yan took a small sip and warmed the wine down his throat. Except for a little bit of sweetness, he didn't taste much, but he had never tasted it before, so he felt satisfied.

"How dare you bring a corpse to the imperial mausoleum after picking it up at Canglangpo? With so many ancestral tablets, are you afraid that you won't be able to sleep well at night?"

Zhou Yan was so angry that he took a sip, and saw Chu Huaijin staring at the jar of wine in his hand, his eyelashes trembling slightly, just like when he was a child walking behind while clutching the hem of his clothes, the anger in his heart was unbearable. It's gone down a bit.

"You can't drink this." Zhou Yan turned over and sat in the corner of the window shaking his hands.

Wen Yan turned his head to look at Xiao Heng, his eyes were full of "want, want to drink".

The main reason was that Chu Huaijin hadn't drank much since he was a child. Even if Chu Fu sat in front of him at some state banquets after he ascended the throne, he was afraid to touch the left and right.

This occasional "one-time meat drive", happened to meet Lihua Niang, which had lost most of its alcoholic power.

"No." Xiao Heng shook his head.

Wen Yan blinked his eyes, his eyelashes were fanned, his eyes were black, showing half intimacy and innocence, inexplicably lingering, the little emperor was seldom subdued once, Xiao Heng almost disarmed on the spot.

"Just one bite." Xiao Heng accepted his fate and got up.

Seeing that Zhou Yan took out a small jug of wine from the hidden compartment along the wall, he said softly with a "tsk": "You just get used to him."

The moment the sealing mud was peeled off, the rich aroma of wine spread, almost soaking the entire room.

"You hid the wine without telling me?" Zhou Yan was full of wine, and when he smelled the wine, he knew it was a good thing, and suddenly felt that the thing in his hand had turned into white water.

"It's brewed in the cold spring of Mobei." Xiao Heng smiled lightly and sat back beside Wen Yan. Mobeijing hadn't brought him to see him yet, so it's better to drink Mobei wine first.

"The aftertaste is not as good as Jiangnan's fermented rice, it hits the top at the first sip, so I can only taste a little."

Xiao Heng said a little, really just a little, and more than half of the pear blossoms were mixed in it. The aroma of the wine was washed very lightly, but there was also some pear blossom fragrance, which would be a good match for neither light nor heavy.

The wine was opened for Wen Yan, but most of it fell into Zhou Yan's mouth in the end, and the two of them enjoyed it to their heart's content.

"What did Xiang He say?" Xiao Heng asked, seeing Wen Yan's eyes flushed from alcohol, the corners of his mouth smiled even more, and his heart softened.

"The moment he sees my father is determined. As Xiao Jin said, he has no reason to refuse." The clothes in Zhou Yan's sleeves were blown away by the wind blowing in through the window, and he couldn't bear the smell of alcohol. Feeling cold, he said, "By the way, he still has time to take Yan Shangshu and the others to his residence."

Wen Yan raised his head, "I forgot, but the Tai Tuo was thoughtful."

Zhou Yan shook his head and said with a smile: "General Xiang is very frightened by you. He is so young but has a strong heart."

There was still half a sentence, Zhou Yan didn't say it, but just hid all his emotions and took a sip.

Xiang He said, "It's a good thing for Yun Chu, but it's too heavy for Your Majesty."

"When will we wait?" Zhou Yan asked Xiao Heng impatiently, the sound of the death knell made him want to kill someone.

Chu Huaijin's body was inherently dangerous, and they all avoided the word "death" intentionally or unintentionally, for fear of bumping into something and committing a taboo.

But Chu Fu's death knell seemed to keep reminding them that many things are just the difference between sooner or later, even if they don't mention it, it is still hanging on everyone's forehead.

Even if Zhou Yan reminded himself over and over again that the death knell was struck by Chu Fu in advance, he couldn't just turn a blind eye and let him go.

"Two days." Thinking of Chu Fu, Xiao Heng's eyes darkened suddenly.

He once took advantage of Wen Yan's sleep to go to the imperial city, and looked at the bed where the person in Ning Xindian had slept, layer after layer of white flags, brocade quilts, and several burning quilts. The satin, paper, and silver of the night made him breathless.

But compared with the real national mourning, Chu Fu’s perfunctory is almost bare|naked, the thief’s ambition seems to be not afraid of anyone’s criticism, the emperor should have all the people’s flags, the good day, the mausoleum, and the mausoleum. All of them use "violent death" as an excuse Keep it simple.

When Xiao Heng heard the word "sudden death", he had both evil spirits and killing intent. If he hadn't thought that the man was still waiting for him, he would have wanted Chu Fu to know what "sudden death" was.

"Is Xu Liang here?" Wen Yan asked in confusion.

"Well, last night." Xiao Heng stopped Wen Yan's hand that was about to pour another glass, and said with a straight face, "No."

Wen Yan sneered, watching Xiao Heng pour a glass of water and push it in front of his eyes, he was a little annoyed, probably a little drunk, his usual expression was a little relaxed, he didn't say a word, his eyes had already turned his thoughts He said everything he said.

"Is this...drunk?" Zhou Yan raised his eyebrows, "So what kind of wine do children drink?"

Wen Yan frowned, and for a moment didn't know whether to refute Zhou Yan's "drunk" or "children" first, and after a moment's pause, he said coldly: "No."

"Drunk alcoholics like to say that they are not drunk." Zhou Yan teased, and turned to look at Xiao Heng, "I told you that he can't drink, but I have to obey him."

"Did you hear that, little drunkard?" Xiao Heng nodded Wen Yan's nose, not knowing whether the crimson color on his cheeks was drunk or embarrassing, or both.

Chu Huaijin's body has not experienced the strength of alcohol, and her alcohol capacity is probably not very good, but Wen Yan can still stay awake, and being choked by the two of them, she really wants to say "presumptuous".

"Xu Liang arrived yesterday, don't you want to see him?" Wen Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, since Xu Liang has arrived, there is no reason for this person to drink with them here, and Xu Liang was picked up by Xiao Heng from the territory of Mobei , pulled it up with one hand, without even passing through his and Chu Fu's hands, so I can't trust others.

"See you." Xiao Heng said.

"When?" How could he not know?

"Yesterday night, Yingyi was guarding outside, so he took the time to go." Xiao Heng was afraid that this person would wake up to look for him, and he was afraid that something would happen to him, so he hurried back after ordering everything. He always acted vigorously, Xu Liang and the others didn't ask much.

"Haven't you had a good rest for a few days?" Wen Yan subconsciously asked, with a bad tone.

These few days he slept more deeply than usual, but he could still vaguely understand a little movement. A rough calculation showed that this person hadn't closed his eyes properly for at least three or four days.

"What do you think you are?" The more Wen Yan thought about it, the more angry he became, but Xiao Heng still looked indifferent.

"Are you worried about me?" Xiao Heng leaned closer and asked.

"No." Wen Yan turned his face coldly.

"I know you're worried about me, but there are more important things to do right now." Xiao Heng said with a smile, he wants to level the world for this man, and use Chu Fu's head as a sacrifice to those dead souls in Boshui before he can Really settle down.

He was not willing to trap him in this square inch of grassland, making it difficult to move an inch.

Wen Yan lowered his eyes and sighed, he just knew what Xiao Heng meant, but it was because he knew it too clearly and he couldn't do anything, so he became more and more helpless.

"I don't know when this snow will be a head." Zhou Yan looked out of the window and said quietly, after saying that, he jumped out of the window.

Zhou Yan held up the wine jar and shook it, Ren Xue fell on his shoulders and into the jar, without looking back, walked straight forward, and said, "I owe Xiaojin a jar of wine, I will write it down, wait for me Go to the altar to find a hundred-year-old wine, and make it up for you, it will definitely be better than this."

"You have to wait."

"It's snowing so heavily, and I don't even need an umbrella." Wen Yan stood up at the door and shouted from afar.

It wasn't until Zhou Yan's figure got farther and farther away, completely hidden in the silvery white, that he lowered his head, slowly pursed his lips, and replied: "I also made a note of it."

He wrote down this jar of wine for Chu Huaijin.

Xiao Heng led Wen Yan to the side of the couch, took off the white fur on his body and hugged him on the couch, then said softly: "Go to sleep, the smell of alcohol will be better."

"He said he owed me a jug of wine." Wen Yan closed his eyes and murmured.

"Well, remember, a hundred years of wine will not last for a year or a month." Xiao Heng lowered his head and kissed Wen Yan's eyebrows.

"You also owe me a glass of...hehe wine." Wen Yan buried his face in Xiao Heng's arms, and dared not raise his head to look at him after finishing his coquettish words. He was negligent for a moment, forgetting that the sky was bright and bright, and he couldn't hide it.

Yan Qi did owe him a glass of wine.

The marriage in the previous plane was halfway through, who knew that a guide would pop up halfway.

Wen Yan heard Xiao Heng's heartbeat getting faster and faster, followed by a deep and melodious laughter, chasing after the smell of alcohol, lingering in his ears, sticking to his heart, Embellished in the fundus.

Sensing Xiao Heng lowering his head to look at him, Wen Yan quickly grabbed the corner of the quilt and shouted in a panic: "Don't look at me."

Xiao Heng only felt that his soul was burned by those words, and after a long time, he coaxed and lied: "Drunk?"

Probably because he was really drunk, and the words are so... terribly.

"Yeah." Wen Yan caught the steps and walked down, completely forgetting who it was who said "not drunk" once vowed.

"Okay, I'm drunk." Xiao Heng didn't want to tease him anymore, that's enough, the sweet date given to him today is enough for him to taste for a long time.

The snow outside the curtain fell all over the sky for a long time, and Wen Yan's breathing gradually stabilized. In a haze, he asked in a vague way: "When you fall asleep, are you leaving again?"

Xiao Heng paused for a moment, then put down the roller blind with a flick of his hand, and with a long kiss, his lips and teeth were lingering, and he said in a subdued voice: "If you don't go, I will stay here with you."

"it is good."