Back when the villain boy [Rebirth]

She suddenly remembered something.

The dead will not come back to life, but there is a strange technique in this world that can bring the dead back to life and the dead wood back to life - Yanshu.

If anyone in this world can make a Yanren who is no different from a real person, there must be only two.

One has died in Changhe, and the other should have stayed in Wuya.

Shang Yi looked in the direction of the East China Sea, and seemed to understand something. After Jiang Zhou went to bed at night, she picked up the Liu Feng Hui Xue by the bedside, and walked into the night alone.

It was night, and the troops of the three battalions were ready to go outside Kunwu City.

She first sneaked into the palace alone, avoiding Chagang's palace guards all the way, and walked around to the Golden Dragon Palace by familiar ways.When he saw the person on the couch, he sighed softly——

The middle-aged man was lying on the couch with his eyes closed, holding a military book in his hand.

He has stars on his temples, and his face still has a sick look, like a slumped old falcon.

It was the emperor who was supposed to die.

Shang Yi closed his eyes, everything seemed to be connected together.

Shen Fengjie clapped his hands behind him and smiled: "You really came."

Shang Yi slowly opened her eyes, no longer hiding her figure, and walked into the golden palace, "Yes."

Shen Fengjie: "Look, Qi Meiyi told you a lie, my father is still alive, what are you going to do tomorrow?"

The corner of Shang Yi's mouth curled up in a sarcasm, and his eyes were sneering and cold.

"It turns out that a piece of wood can also be called an emperor."

Shen Fengjie: "You know, it seems that the trip to Wuya is not in vain."

Shang Yi stared at Yan Jia lying on the couch for a long time without speaking.

When you get close, you can even smell the fragrance of grass and trees on its body.

Sensing her gaze, the 'man' raised his head and called out in a familiar voice, "Yun Shu, why are you here?"

As in the past, when the emperor was still alive, he raised his head from the memorial and smiled at her with a gentle and kind smile: "Yun Shu, come here, uncle will teach you to read."

Shang Yi used to treat him like a family member, but now he only feels disgusted and hated.

Shen Fengjie has the 'Emperor' who should have died.

It turned out that this was her trump card.

Shang Yi understood what she wanted to do, as long as the sickly 'son of heaven' showed up tomorrow to appease the minister's heart, she would ascend to the throne in a legitimate way, and all dissatisfied voices would disappear.

After tomorrow, maybe she is the emperor of Dasheng, and she is the traitor who shot and killed the imperial court official, maybe she will be charged with adultery with Beijue.

Thinking of this festival, Shang Yi's face was as cold as snow.

"Yun Shu," Shen Fengjie was sitting in front of the desk, casually flipping through a memorial, "Yo, I'm asking for credit for Mr. Guanghan again. Let me see, when did the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty change their surname to Shang? "

Shang Yi: "You know the answer."

Shen Fengjie's face changed slightly, and after a while, he chuckled again: "I don't know, tell me?"

Shang Yi sat on the ground with her back straight and as modest as a pine.

Shen Fengjie looked at the girl on the opposite side, caressing the bright yellow sleeve corner carelessly, thinking that when they were studying together in the Taiyuan, they fell asleep on their feet and read together with their classmates. It seemed that at that time, everyone regarded Shang Yi as a role model.

She thought that this man was a modest gentleman with a high character, and she often joked that the word 'Guanghan' was perfect for Yun Shu. She also thought about not letting Yun Shu go back to the mountains when she ascended the throne, and imprisoning her by her side for a lifetime. Mingjun Liangchen.

But she misunderstood Shang Yunshu, and the world misunderstood Mr. Guanghan.

This person suppressed all his ambitions under that appearance of innocence and asceticism, and used the shell of prudence to protect himself, and he did not know how many people were deceived.

Shen Fengjie sneered in his heart, "What do you want to say? Yun Shu."

Shang Yi asked, "Do you know about the Changhe murder?"

Shen Fengjie's eyes widened slightly, and she suddenly realized: "You know?" She laughed a few times and tilted her head: "Of course I know."

Shang Yi clenched her hands that were hanging under her sleeves unconsciously, and the back of her pale hands burst out with bruised meridians.

"You know..." Her voice trembled slightly, "So you know, don't you, you all know?"

"Yun Shu," Shen Fengjie looked at her pityingly: "This is the art of the emperor, you don't understand it."

After hearing this, Shang Yi smiled softly: "The art of the emperor? Which emperor asked you to split the mountains and rivers, which ancestor precept asked you to personally bury hundreds of thousands of lives in Dasheng?"

Her eyes were getting wet, and she looked at Shen Fengjie: "They also have wives and children, as well as old parents. How is their life different from ours? How can you do such a thing?"

Shen Fengjie chuckled lightly, disapprovingly: "The lives of the ants are nothing more than the lives of ants. If it weren't for Jiang Xun, they wouldn't have died. Speaking of which, it wasn't because of Jiang Xun's great achievements that Father sent the Winged Snake Guards to finish him off. Tsk, finally Don't you give him a good reputation of being martyred, in the history books, this is already a good ending."

Shang Yi lowered her eyes and forbearance said nothing.

Shen Fengjie said again: "Don't worry, when I ascend to the throne of God, I will definitely regain the territory, lead the army to drive straight up, and fight all the way to Beijue. Didn't they die in vain?"

Shang Yi slowly closed her eyes, and recalled what Zhou Zhou said about her fleeing when she was a child, and the bones on the banks of the long river.

So many soldiers buried their bones in foreign lands.

Which mother made the shoes soaked in black mud tightly before leaving?

The bones of the dead facing the sky, which girl spring dreamed of every night?

But these are just "death in vain" in Shen Fengjie's mouth.

Shang Yi's face was so pale that it was almost transparent, the lights flickered, and the figures sitting opposite each other on the white wall flickered like ghosts.

"Water can carry a boat and also overturn it." She said softly.

Shen Fengjie sneered: "But the water can't submerge the boat, and you can't try to overturn the boat. A boat is a boat, and water is water. The boat should be on the water."

Shang Yi also smiled very softly, "Thousands of sails have passed by the side of the sinking boat, the history has been recorded for a hundred years, how many dynasties have been overthrown, how many emperors have been turned into dust, you think so highly of yourself, heh, the former Emperor Shang thought the same way .”

Shen Fengjie frowned, and stood up abruptly: "Shang Yunshu!"

Shang Yi was not in the mood to discuss the emperor's art with her, "Where is the person who made this Yanjia?"

Shen Fengjie tilted his head, "Master? Why should I tell you?"

"Is it Tongjiu?"

The corner of Shen Fengjie's mouth curled up slightly: "That has nothing to do with you, right? Oh, by the way, you and your little classmate are also worshiping under the master's door. Speaking of which, we are also classmates."

Shang Yi sighed softly, and asked again: "Your Highness, you expelled your brothers and sisters from Kunwu, do you know where they are now?"

Shen Fengjie: "Where is it?"

Shang Yi: "The first prince wants to go to the East China Sea to join Prime Minister Qi, and take the South Mountain Road; the second princess goes north to Jianbei Road to cooperate with Beijue; the third prince goes to the southwest to avoid disaster, but they are all gathered in one place now."

Shen Fengjie sensed something was wrong, and frowned slightly, "Where are they gathered?"

"Hell."

The chain sword in the sleeve flew out like a white rainbow, and a pool of blood splashed on the white wall, like the ink of a famous artist splashing ink.

Shang Yi wiped off the specks of blood on his face, and stood in the flickering lights, like a Shura in the underworld.

In the dark night, the two city gates opened silently.

The army originally stationed outside the city swarmed in, and the burning lights formed a long dragon, illuminating the Mulan flag fluttering in the wind.

That night, many people in Kunwu hid behind the windows and watched secretly, thinking that the invincible General Flying Star had returned from the Changhe River, and his troops were returning to court, and the army holding torches passed through the streets and alleys of Kunwu.

Just like in their dream ten years ago.

After a moment of trance, they realized that the general was no longer alive.The once flickering lights turned into the faint Milky Way above the head.

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