The halo of the protagonist of rebirth is mine

"Father, I think those mobs are nothing to worry about. I implore my father to appoint me as the general who conquers the north, and I will definitely beat those bandits to pieces!!" Wei Jingyan made an impassioned statement in the court hall, many People didn't take it seriously, and even snorted coldly in their hearts.

They thought to themselves, just you Wei Jingyan, who didn't even go to Chu State, was robbed on the way, and came back in disgrace?

Now it’s healed, the scars forget the pain?Hurry to find abuse.

Wei Yanjun's face was also a little ugly, the mud couldn't support the wall!He was worse than Wei Jingxing by more than a star and a half. If he hadn't broken face with him at the beginning, then maybe they are all in peace now.

He had a faint feeling that everything should not be like this.

But what went wrong?

The officials were waiting for him to make a decision, Wei Jingyan's nostrils were turned upside down, and he looked contemptuous of everything, as if he really felt that everything was no big deal.

But the focus now is not Wei Jingxing, but the rebel army that has gradually approached the roots of the imperial city! ! !

His face was blue and white, and he wanted to reprimand him several times, but he finally swallowed the words.

"Discuss this matter later, and retreat to the court." After saying that, he shook his sleeves and left.

"Back—towards—" the high-pitched voice of the chief supervisor echoed over the court hall.

The ministers retreated sparsely, leaving only Wei Jingyan hopping there, shouting "Father Emperor" repeatedly.

Qinzheng Hall.

"What are we going to do? You always say wait and wait! What's going on now? People are calling!!"

"Well, I didn't know they were so capable."

It was just an ordinary uprising, but it turned into an organized and large-scale uprising team in the blink of an eye. If there is no manipulation, no one would believe it.

But can Wei Jingxing's hand really stretch that long?

Wei Yanjun absolutely didn't believe it.

"Priest, don't you know how to calculate? Then figure out for me who is behind this."

"This..." The priest cursed inwardly, this old bastard, does he really think that I am a god?

But he just didn't show it on the surface, and said in his heart: "The emperor is worrying too much, it's just a group of mobs, how big a storm can be caused."

"You said that before, how about now?"

"This, give me seven days, and after seven days, I guarantee that they will break through."

"I can't wait that long."

"Those three days, just three days."

"Okay, I will give you three days. If you are still like this after three days, I will not be as polite to you as I am now."

"Yes."

The priest bowed his body slightly and watched the emperor go away, his drooping forehead hair covered his gloomy eyes.

However, what he didn't expect was that after only one day, the "Appeal to the Wei Emperor" drafted by the leaders of the literary world spread throughout Daxing with lightning speed and received more people's response.

Many people with prestige from all walks of life formally joined the ranks of denouncing Emperor Wei, which not only strengthened the momentum of the rebel army, but also quickly united the members who were originally scattered like sand.

At this time, Daxing Dynasty is like sailing a boat on a big river, with wind and rain, drifting with the current, and urgently needs the support of a pair of hands.At this time, the attitude of the vassal king and the frontier officials is particularly important.

However, when Wei Yanjun issued an edict asking them to "King Qin", he was either robbed on the way, or was torn up within a moment after reaching their hands.

The voice of Liebo was so ear-piercing that it made goosebumps all over your body, but what was even more frightening was that there was a deep murderous intent hidden under the smiling face.

Pingcheng, Mu Mansion.

King Mu Zhun of Pingcheng was kneeling in the center of the ancestral hall, with his hands clasped together, his eyes closed, and he was muttering something.

The two pairs of candles on the incense table were almost burned to the bottom of the tray, and the tears of the candles fell on the table, and soon condensed into wax.The surroundings are quiet, so quiet that the calls of cicadas from the trees outside the window are very clear.

Today is a personal death day.

"Father...do you have a heart...do you have a heart..."

"Who? Who?"

"Mu Zhun! You are ruthless and ignorant, and you have no regard for human relations. Sooner or later, you will be punished!"

"..."

"Lonely forever...hahaha...lonely forever..."

"..."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

The voices reverberating around changed from mature to immature, and finally all turned into the sharp laughter of a baby.It is like a magic sound entering the ear, stinging the meninges.

Mu Zhun looked around in a hurry, trying to find the source of the sound, but couldn't resist the growing pain in his head.He hit his head on the ground, in pain and embarrassment, and didn't see a light flying in from the window and shooting into his head.

He just felt that a memory that he didn't want to recall had revived in his mind.

21 years ago, his first wife gave birth to a pair of twins for him.

If it was placed in an ordinary family, it might be a great thing, but it's a pity that they were entrusted to live in Mu's residence.

Twin births are evil spirits, this is a saying handed down from generation to generation.If twins are obtained, one is burned and the other is kept.

Mu Zhun chose his younger brother, and his elder brother was left behind.Unexpectedly, that night, a monk knocked on the dark red door. This person was Master Mo Yun.

He said that the older brother left behind was also an unknown person, and in the future he would not only overthrow his father, but also destroy everything about him.

What kind of person is Mu Zhun?How could he keep this evil obstacle and destroy his hard-earned home bit by bit in the future.Immediately, even my brother was burned to death.

When the princess heard the news, regardless of her postpartum weakness, she struggled to get up and begged the mother to send the two children out of the house overnight.Unexpectedly, Mu Zhun arrived in time, and only one of the two children was sent away.

The remaining one was immediately handed over to the monks and burned to death.

On that day, the flames soared into the sky, making half of the sky red.From the closed door of Mu Mansion, the faint sound of a baby crying could be heard, startling the residents of the whole street.

But in the end, Mu Zhun was swayed by the queen. The one who was burned to death was not his own son at all, but the grandson of the nanny.Those two children had already been successfully sent out of the palace.

One was picked up by the guards next to the dark emperor, and later became one of the four princes of the dark palace, Yue Mi.

And the other one was found by Mu Zhun when he was four years old, and returned to the palace, where he became the handsome heir of Prince Pingcheng.

He is Mu Hexuan.That is, the child who was prophesied to conquer the family business.

"what--"

"Father, what's wrong with you?" The door was pushed open, but it was Mu Heting and Mu Heyu who ran in.They helped up Mu Zhun who was lying on the ground from left to right, but he was waved away with one hand.

"Who allowed you to come in?"

"Father..."

"roll!"

The two had no choice but to step back gently, each seeing impatience and disgust in each other's eyes.

is it you?It was you who came back to take revenge on me.

This night, no one is destined to fall asleep.

Wars are raging outside, but the people hiding in the houses with the doors and windows closed have their own ghosts.

Only in the Chu Palace in Luoyang, there is peace.