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

Two days later.

Standing on the outer wall of the imperial city, Wen Yan looked up at the flaming yellow glazed tiles and the red wall. The tiles were covered with residual frost from many nights and covered by fresh snow. The weight of the thick snow cracked through the dense gaps, and there was a faint hint of vermilion.

There are also thick ice edges under the eaves, and there are sporadic blue colors in the damp and dark corners of the walls, and unknown weeds grow side by side in a row in the cold.

Xiao Heng took a step forward, wrapped his arms around Wen Yan's waist, and said in a low voice, "If you are afraid, close your eyes", after saying that, he jumped up.

After Ta Kong's sense of emptiness disappeared, Wen Yan opened his eyes and landed inside the wall.

Wen Yan was a little dazed, there were white banners everywhere, replacing the original silver-red dragon and phoenix palace lanterns one by one, but the lights were still burning, one lamp was not extinguished, and there was only a meager existence in this gloomy sky feel.

A gust of wind swept some of the smoky air from last night from behind, Wen Yan slowly turned around, looked at the bits of snow that had been swept away by the wind, looked up for a while, with an indistinguishable expression, and said very calmly He said: "It turns out that the palace wall is only this high."

With only this height, Xiao Heng can come and go with one jump, but Chu Huaijin has been stuck here for 13 years.

Other people's red walls and green tiles, Chu Huaijin's cage and iron windows.

Xiao Heng didn't speak, and with a flick of his hand, he extinguished all the white candles that offered sacrifices to the souls of the dead, and stepped forward to hold Wen Yan's hand.

Xiao Heng's hands were very warm, with distinct joints.

Unlike Chu Huaijin, Xu Shi has been soaked in knives and halberds since he was a child. The vertical and horizontal lines on his palm are very deep, and there are still two layers of scars on his knuckles. Wen Yan once looked at it bit by bit in boredom. A shallow line is probably an old wound that has not healed and a new wound has been added.

He didn't notice it at first, but after he found out, every time he held hands, he subconsciously rubbed it twice, as if he was afraid of Xiao Heng's pain, so he didn't dare to use force.

"Are you afraid?" Xiao Heng listened to the muffled and hurried footsteps outside the wall, and stretched out his hand to cover the thick fox fur for Wen Yanxuxu.

Wen Yan turned his ears, and through the vermilion-colored long wall, he heard the words "quick", "killing the levy", "force the palace", and "righteous palace", armors collided, weapons collided, and there was a clanging sound , connected in an instant.

"Don't be afraid." Wen Yan smiled slightly, like the rare youthful spirit of a desolate person after the incident. Xiao Heng's heart softened when he saw it, and there was also some unspeakable pain.

In the 13th year of Huaiyuan, Chu Huaijin was killed in Canglangpo. In the same month, he conquered the palace and led elite troops to attack the imperial city. He killed the emperor and wanted to abolish the regent.

Although the imperial city was heavily guarded, Xiao Heng's Tsing Yi army came from the dry bone hills of the sand field, walking on the border of Yin and Ming, the evil spirit on their bodies was silent but powerful, and they also had the name "Killing Zheng", plus Cao Cao's name. Respect the inside and cooperate with the outside, easily breaking through the defense line of the imperial city.

The flames were stern, starting from the mourning flags strewn across the palace wall, and after burning out, they scattered and fell down, buried in the melted frost and snow, without even raising ashes.

The sound of crying, the flying horseshoes, the fighting, and the blood rolling into the dust.

Chu Fu knew that Xiao Heng would come, but he didn't know that he came in such a hurry. Mobei's army was still stepping on the frosty mud and rocks in the barren land, but Xiao Heng's elite soldiers had already invaded the imperial city.

Chu Fu looked up at the ink-colored "Zhengtian" word, hanging there coldly, he just looked at it for half a hundred years, getting closer and closer, but in the end he could only look at it, bit by bit smashing everything he had ambition.

Chu Fu suddenly felt tired.

Bone exhausted.

He stepped up the steps step by step, and stood still in front of the large gold-painted and carved dragon chair. The moment he stretched out his hand, he realized that he couldn't even hold his hand steady.

"What does the emperor want to do?" A cold voice scattered in the Zhengtian Temple, neither light nor heavy, but Chu Fu's heart was shocked, he turned around almost instantly, his lips opened and closed , In the end, he couldn't pronounce Chu Huaijin's name.

Chu Huaijin is not dead? !Also appeared with Xiao Heng? !

Chu Fu took a step back, his blood surged up, and the moment he saw Chu Huaijin, the unwillingness and resentment that had been lingering for years woke up from the rotten and cold dark corner, and swallowed him like a wave.

He would rather be defeated by Xiao Heng and let this country be replaced by his Xiao family's world, than let Chu Huaijin be crushed by him again.

Being a king and defeating a bandit, even if he can't become a king, he shouldn't be Chu Huaijin's subordinate bandit.

"Uncle Huang was surprised to see me?" Wen Yan took a step forward, raised his eyes, and gave a cold look, "No, Uncle Huang should know who is buried in the imperial tomb."

"You, no, die." The three words were read in a muddy manner, and the blue veins on the neck of Chu Fu burst out, and he gritted his teeth and said ruthlessly.

Wen Yan was not emotional, but continued calmly: "Huijin is confused. I found a corpse in a wild alley in the mountains. The emperor Xu really doesn't know who it is. Anyway, Huaijin has been the most ignorant since she was a child." Listen to the emperor's uncle, if the emperor says it's me, then it's me."

Chu Fu had never seen Chu Huaijin like this before, so calm and self-retained, it made him feel timid for a moment.

His eyes were gloomy, and he took a deep look at Xiao Heng who was beside Chu Huaijin. After a long time, he said sarcastically, "Lu Zheng, what did he promise you? Taught you to be so obedient?"

"Emperor Chu agreed to me. I'm afraid King Ding won't be able to afford it in exchange for the country." Xiao Heng and Wen Yan stood side by side, smiled and spoke, paused, raised his eyebrows suddenly, and said lightly: "I I forgot, this country of Yunchu is not your Chufu's."

What Chu Fu was most afraid of seeing finally became a reality. He told Zhou Yuan and the others to serve Chu Huaijin in the underworld, and told Chu Huaijin and Lu Zheng never to meet each other. But now, standing side by side in front of him was What?What has he been working on all these years?

"Do you know what the person next to you did?" Chu Fu managed to hold his breath, and pointed with a sneer, "Go to Boshui to listen and see, Zhou Yuan's bones are not cold yet."

Wen Yan suddenly lowered his eyes and let out a low laugh, the fox fur fluttered two or three times following the slight ups and downs of his chest.

"What are you laughing at?" Chu Fu gritted his teeth.

"I think Uncle Huang is ridiculous, and also... pitiful." A cold light flashed in Wen Yan's eyes.

"Chu Huaijin, this country was brought down by the Chu family, but it's just been in your hands for a long time, do you think it's yours?" Chu Fu glanced at the piles of memorials on the dragon case, and at the imperial pen, ink and inkstone. , raised his hand and threw it in Wen Yan's direction, "Without this king, you, Chu Huaijin, are nothing."

Before the memorial fell to the ground, or even close to Wen Yan's body, Xiao Heng took it in his hand. Wen Yan took it and turned it over twice casually, and said, "I'm different from you."

Chu Fu frowned.

"You spent most of your life trying everything, but you didn't sit on that dragon chair in the end, but I sat on it for 13 years." Wen Yan said lightly, still pointing his hand on the memorial, "Even if you don't want to, stay in the history book It's still my name, Chu Huaijin."

"And you, in the end, are just a traitor and traitor."

Wen Yan raised his head to look at Chu Fu, closed the memorial and slowly raised it to his forehead, paused for a moment, then suddenly hooked his lips and let go of his hand.

"Snapped"--

The memorial fell to the ground.

"Chu Fu," Wen Yan's eyes became colder, "Actually, I don't want to be an emperor, but even if it's something I don't want, it won't fall into your hands."

Chu Fu almost vomited blood, and laughed out of breath, "I don't want to be an emperor, and I don't want to be an emperor."

"It was the king who kept you for 13 years, Chu Huaijin. In fact, 13 years ago, you should have died."

Chu Fu's voice was about to fall, and a sword nail pierced his shoulder fiercely. He let out an exclamation, and the pain he felt forced him to bow instantly.

Chu Fu raised his head, met Xiao Heng's murderous eyes, and his heart was shocked.

"Indeed, 13 years ago, I should have died." Wen Yan said, "It's just that the emperor was incompetent and soulless. He stayed with me for 13 years, climbed to the dragon chair for 13 years, and finally asked for the title of regent. Head, Uncle Huang doesn't feel tired?"

Chu Fu's hands were about to be crushed, he never knew that Chu Huaijin had such an ability to tear people's hearts out.

"The emperor's uncle held the national funeral in a hurry, so he must be in a hurry." Wen Yan tore down the funeral flag that was pretending to be hanging in Zhengtian Temple, and said, "After all, the emperor is old and old, and I still have many 13 years to live." Wait, Uncle Huang may not have this life to wait."

Wen Yan's words hit Chu Fu's sore spot, his eyes were about to burst, and he wanted to tear Chu Huaijin apart, but the wound on his shoulder was gushing blood, making him unable to move.

He knew better than anyone else that he couldn't afford to wait because he was old and didn't have many years to wait.

When this body is half buried in the ground, what else can Chu Fu do?

"Actually, Uncle Huang said something wrong. There are so many gains and losses in the world. For me, there is nothing to gain and nothing to lose. But what about Uncle Huang?" Wen Yan stepped forward step by step. Followed Chu Fu and walked, "It seems that I have got everything, but I am only one step away, but it is that one move that is careless, and the whole game is lost."

"From the very beginning, you have fallen into my hand."

"This is your life, you can only accept it."

This is your life, you can only accept it.

What did Chu Huaijin tell him, this is your fate, you can only accept it?

If he could accept his fate, he wouldn't be Chu Fu anymore.

"Chu Huaijin, do you think you can compete against me with just a killing sign?" Chu Fu raised his head and laughed, "This is not Mobei."

"Huaijin never thought about it, so I prepared a big gift for the emperor."

As soon as Wen Yan finished speaking, Zhengtian Temple was surrounded.

Chu Fuqiang straightened his body, and when he saw who was coming, the last trace of luck was wiped out.

It was Xiang He who took the lead, and Cao Jing followed closely behind.

"Cao Jing?" Chu Fu's words were cold, with the intent to peel people off, "Are you from Xiang He?"

Wen Yan paused, and before Cao Jing could speak, he waved his hands slightly, stopped his words, and said: "General Xiang has been away from this temple for eight years, how can he have the ability to send someone to the emperor's uncle? My people."

He wants to leave a retreat for Xiang He.

How deep Chu Fugen was buried, there is no way of knowing, Xiang He just came to help from Quan in an emergency, he had to smooth the way for him.

Just as Wen Yan was about to speak again, someone patted him on the back twice, and he turned his head with force, Xiang He was standing behind him at some point.

This was the first time Wen Yan saw Xiang He, and it was also the first time Chu Huaijin saw Xiang He in eight years.

Compared with the appearance in memory, Xiang He is much older, and there are several layers of frost in the dark hair, like ruts on the ancient road, which is very eye-catching.

It's been a long time, Wen Yan thought, the Xiang He in his memory probably doesn't smile very much.

"Your Majesty don't have to worry about it. The old minister doesn't like the court's way of fighting openly and secretly, but he is not afraid. It is a great fortune to be able to serve His Majesty now."

Outside the hall, all civil and military officials knelt on the floor, and inside the hall, Xiao Heng, Xiang He, and Cao Jing guarded Chu Huaijin in the center.

All alone, only myself.

The hatred torn apart by madness rumbles unceasingly, and the dream of Jiangshan Huangliang suddenly collapses.

At that moment, Chu Fufang knew that he had lost.