kill that paranoid emperor

"Su Xiang, please have some tea." A timid court lady put the brewed tea by the table.

Su Rong took his eyes away from the scroll in his hand, stared at the embarrassed maid for a while, and said softly: "Thank you, let's go."

The voice is soft, not at all unapproachable by the superiors, on the contrary, it is unintentionally full of affection, gentle as water.

The palace maid responded, and when she stepped back, she stole a glance at him again.

The man in front of him, as the current prime minister and the teacher of the emperor, has a certain dignity.

Although Su Rong was imprisoned in the side hall for some reason that offended His Majesty tonight, Su Rong was not in any mood of impatience, and even had a leisurely way to order his servants to make tea and bring it up. He wanted to drink tea and read a book under the lamp.

The maid's footsteps unconsciously slowed down a bit, Su Rong was busy on weekdays, palace people like them rarely saw him, so at this moment they couldn't help but look at each other more.

I saw him leaning on the couch, frowning slightly, the candlelight softly spread on the clothes, which made people elegant and gentle, like a jade flower transforming a person into the country, until he exited the side hall and closed the door, this young court lady would Still can't come back to God.

Prime Minister Su is so good-looking, she thought, no wonder the capital is spreading rumors that the Prime Minister is made of jade bone snow, and that he is a first-class beauty in the Great Yin Dynasty.

Su Rong turned over a page of the book under the lamp, looked up at the entrance of the hall, feeling a little helpless.

Of course he noticed the undisguised gaze of the little maid, but since the other party was not malicious, Su Rong didn't bother to scare her anymore, so he simply pretended not to notice.

He closed the book and glanced around the layout of the hall. This side hall was really weird. If Su Rong remembered correctly, it was because he often lived here when he was young, and the emperor Yue Sheng would often rest here after finishing his business.

—That is to say, this is where the little boy lives.

But at this moment, carved red paper-cut rhombus lamps were placed in the hall, bright red stickers were pasted on the wooden windows, and strings of tassel ornaments hung in front of the bed. In Su Rong's eyes, it looked gaudy and inexplicable.

Could it be that Yue Cheng looks cold-hearted and unkind, but secretly likes to arrange the bedroom in this way?

Su Rong felt that he was a bit of a failure. He had taught Yue Sheng for seven years and had been with him since Yue Sheng was not the prince, but he knew nothing about Yue Sheng's eccentricity.

Thinking of that uneasy wolf cub, and Yue Sheng's gloomy eyes when he stared at him at the banquet tonight, Su Rong couldn't help feeling a little headache.

It's just that the palace maid accidentally broke the glass cup, and she just uttered a word of protection.

But Yue Sheng didn't know which nerve was touched. He had an attack on the spot at the banquet where all the ministers gathered. Not only did he let the maid be dragged down to beat the board, but he didn't even give face to himself as a teacher. Su Rong was detained and released after the banquet was over.

Su Rong has always had a gentle temper, and in front of so many people, he didn't bother to argue too much with him.

He only put the silver chopsticks in his hand on the bowl, and said calmly: "I haven't seen you for a long time, but His Majesty's work is becoming more and more vigorous."

Yue Sheng and Su Rong quarreled, and the other courtiers didn't dare to say anything, their eyes swept over the two of them, thinking that Yue Sheng was abnormal.

Your Majesty, are you finally going to take power from Su Rong?

Su Rong didn't seem to see the expressions of the crowd, he stood up, his face was brightened by the scarlet court clothes, although his eyebrows and eyes were delicate but not warm, he glanced lightly at Yue Sheng who was sitting high on the throne, what? Without saying a word, he walked away.

Anyone who is familiar with Su Rong knows that Su Xiang is angry, but he never yells at others when he is angry, nor does he speak sarcasm, and he seldom fights with others.He just glanced at it lightly, and those who offended him knew that nothing good would happen to him.

When Su Xiang killed people, he almost didn't have to do it himself, but anyone who had a wink would rush to deal with it for him.

Only today is different.

At today's banquet, the person sitting on top is the current emperor, the young emperor of the Great Yin Dynasty.Before reaching the weak crown, he has ascended the throne, sexually addicted to violence, cloudy and sunny, and his mind is unfathomable.

Although Yue Sheng has been on the throne for the past two years, he has not done too much, and he has been courteous to Su Rong in everything, so the officials often think that the relationship between the two is very good, but now they find themselves ignoring an important point - Yue Sheng's year Already full of weak crowns, as the emperor, but repeatedly restrained by his subordinates, it is inevitable that he will not be reconciled.

Not being reconciled is the best catalyst for hatred.

The vermilion court gown was taken off, Su Rong lightly brushed the broken hair that fell on her shoulders, and threw the court gown on the beauty under the window with downcast eyes. She was only wearing a pure white inner garment, walked to the table and poured it on herself. Had a glass of wine.

As for the tea brought by the maid, he didn't even look at it.

Yue Sheng hasn't come back yet, the palace servants are not there, and Su Rong doesn't bother to hide himself.

He doesn't like tea, he likes to drink.

It would be best to have extremely strong and mellow spirits. The liquor slipped into the throat, burning dryness like a fire. Su Rong's face did not change, and even after drinking a few cups, his eyes became clearer.

Drunkenness climbed up the limbs and bones, and Su Rong's fair face also turned a little red.

He put down the wine cup in his hand, stretched out his hand and pushed open the window in front of him, resting his slender fingers on the window sill, looking out at the falling snow fluttering outside.

Tonight is New Year's Eve. Octagonal palace lanterns are hung everywhere in the palace, and auspicious paper-cuts representing well-being and happiness are pasted on the corridor pillars. Although it doesn't add much excitement to this cold and solemn place, it also has a bit of warmth.

Su Rong watched the snow scene quietly, and leaned lazily by the wooden window.

He casually folded the snow-colored water pattern paper on the table, and rubbed it carelessly in his hands. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of someone watching him from the long corridor in the distance.

Su Rong raised his head, and through the falling snow and dim palace lanterns, he saw Yue Sheng on the opposite side.

Yue Sheng seemed to be about to come from the corridor, but he stopped when he met his gaze, the corridor was dim, Su Rong couldn't see his expression clearly, but felt a little strange.

Based on what he knew about Yue Sheng, it didn't seem like Yue Sheng was angry, but rather...a bit... not daring to come closer?

Wanting to be close but not daring to be close, such a hesitant and contradictory mentality is rarely seen in Yue Sheng.

Su Rong frowned slightly.

Just as Yue Sheng seemed to have finally made up his mind and stepped over, Su Rong looked at his figure and suddenly felt a little dizzy.

No, not dizziness.

Su Rong pressed hard on the window sill, lowered his head and suppressed coughing twice, the dark red blood dripped on the snow-white clothes, blooming like a cold plum blossom.

He glanced at the wine glass on the table in shock, and before he had time to react, he heard a creak at the door of the side hall, and it was Yue Sheng who came in.

However, Su Rong could no longer see his expression clearly, and could only faintly hear a half-questioning "...Teacher?"

Severe pain ran through his whole body, and the voice in his ears seemed to be covered with a layer of water mist, and it was far away. Su Rong supported the window sill with one hand, and reluctantly said to the blurred figure in front of him: "You...!"

Exhausted of energy, the wide soft white sleeves slid down from the window sill, and in Su Rong's last consciousness, it seemed that he had fallen into Yue Sheng's embrace.

The pain gradually faded away, and after a short moment in a trance, it seemed like a long time. When Su Rong opened his eyes again, he frowned and stared at the dark blue tent above, thinking that he had a ridiculous dream.

In the dream, Yue Sheng killed himself.

Su Rong felt a dull pain in his head, so he couldn't help but raised his hand and pressed it.

He felt something was wrong with this touch. He stopped and looked at his hands. They were slender, thin, and slightly pale. The fingertips were soft and delicate, without the thin calluses he was accustomed to—it was honed by practicing swords and holding pens all year round. of.

"..." Su Rong didn't make a sound, he sat up slowly and scanned the surrounding layout.

The peony beauty screen, the jade rabbit hugging the moon hanging paintings, the Persian carpets from the Western Regions, and the gold-plated high-foot stove, all of a sudden, Su Rong was unable to clearly judge the taste of the owner from this bedroom.

There are too many and too messy things, and the colors are mixed. It looks luxurious but is actually vulgar. It is the kind of arrangement that Su Rong dislikes the most.

He looked down at his hands again, lifted the quilt off the bed, and his jade white feet sank into the bright red carpet. Su Rong tried to walk towards the bronze mirror placed against the wall, but when he landed, his feet shook slightly flash.

Su Rong supported the table beside him and sighed.He felt that this body was really weak.

The figure in the bronze mirror was not very clear. When Su Rong saw the face of "myself", he couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and scrutinized it carefully.

Good-looking is good-looking, but Su Rong didn't feel anything, the only thing that was special was that there was a small red mole at the end of the left eyelid, as if it could follow the gaze, it was as bright as a little cinnabar.

Su Rong watched it for a long time, and finally came to a conclusion.

do not know.

He has never seen this person, and has no way of knowing what is going on now.

According to Su Rong's speculation, he might be... after death, his soul fell into someone else's body.Although absurd, it is the only explanation at present.

Su Rong left from the bronze mirror, opened the window slightly, and looked at the scene outside. Not far away, there were a few girls who looked like little maids gathered together and whispered, but nothing else was seen.

However, after a quick glance, he saw that these maids were neatly dressed and should be maids of wealthy families.

After closing the window again, Su Rong thought for a moment, quickly rummaged on the table for a while, and then went to look at the bookshelf on the opposite wall.

After half a stick of incense, Su Rong basically got the information he wanted.

At this time, my surname is Fang, my first name is Xuelan, and I am the son of Fang Yi, Minister of Rites.Su Rong also paid special attention to the year number, and indeed saw the words "Qianrong Six Years" in the signature of a family letter.

It has been about three years since I "death".

Yue Sheng is still firmly seated on the throne, and has not yet let Great Yin destroy the country.

Su Fuxing read the letter in his hand, and for a moment didn't know whether it was happiness or worry.

Just as he was drooping his eyes and thinking about the countermeasures, the door of the bedroom suddenly slammed, and the two little maids spoke in a low voice, stepping in nonchalantly. When they saw Su Rong standing next to the bookshelf, the two were suddenly caught Startled.

"...Sir?"

One of them didn't react for a long time, and stammered: "Why...why aren't you lying down?"

Su Rong: "Why lie down when I can walk?"

"Ah..." The little maid said in a daze again: "But didn't you... because of General Fu's heartbreak, you vowed to lie down until the day the General came to see you?"

"..." Su Rong was silent for a while, then suddenly remembered that he should have heard the name Fang Xuelan before.

It's just... not a good impression.

Fang Xuelan's name can't be blamed on Su Rong for not being able to remember it.He has a lot of work to do every day, and the number of people he has to see every day is also countless. He can't remember a sick person who is lying in the mansion all day long.

After the little maid mentioned it, Su Rong remembered that Fang Xuelan was in poor health, so she seldom went out to meet people. The only thing Su Rong remembered was Fang Xuelan's outrageous behavior two years ago .

It is said that Fang Xuelan, as a man, is obsessed with Fu Shuigan, the great general of the dynasty, and has been pursuing him for several years. He even stopped Fu Shuigan's horse on the crowded road when Fu Shuigan was defeated and his troops returned to the court. , not only confessed loudly and brazenly, but also insisted on stuffing the marriage letter he had written into Fu Shuigan's hands.

As a result, Fu Shuigan mercilessly swept aside with the butt of his gun, and became the laughing stock of the people in the capital.

What's more, a good person made up a play of "the general's class teacher is proud of returning to the court, and the young master blocks the horse in the street to sacrifice himself". In the play, Fu Shuigan is heroic and Fang Xuelan is humble and pitiful. The comparison between the two is simply tragic.

Thanks to Yue Sheng's blessing, Su Rong had the honor to see this scene once when Su Rong went out in a micro-clothes to catch the little prince who escaped from the palace without authorization.

At that time, all he thought was: this Mr. Fang has a thick skin, and he is a talent who is naturally suitable for envoys to other countries.

Su Rong: "..."

Coincidentally, besides the embarrassing Fang Xuelan, Su Rong also happened to know Fu Shuigan.

Not only did they know each other, but they also tried to kill each other several times.

For a moment, Su Rong suddenly felt that it would be better for him to wear it back?

The author has something to say: the full text is saved, and it will be updated every day.

Rong Rong is a soul wearer, and she will wear it back on herself later.Seeing that I am preparing for the exam and still working hard to update it, let me bookmark it OwO

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My next pre-acquisition "I have 108 Alpha after passing through the book" is in the column for collection~

Copywriter:

Shi Yu transmigrated into an interstellar abo text and became an unusual Omega slave.

He has a high position and authority, and is talented and attractive, but he wants to hang himself on the bamboo horse Alpha who treats him coldly.

After the bamboo horse died in an accidental battle, Shi Yu in the original book cloned 108 of his robot Alphas, indulged in wine and sex, and dreamed of life and death.

Coincidentally, when Shi Yu went in, he was curled up on the sofa, his whole body was hot, and his eye circles were wet and red.He raised his head with difficulty, and found that there were identical Alphas all around him, the smell of pheromones was overwhelming, and the stand-ins were staring at him.

Shi Yu: OvO?...

Stand-in: "My lord, your xx period is over, why don't you choose one to mark you?"

Shi Yu: QuQ, don't bite me!!!...Aren't you inflatable dolls!!!

In order to manage the huge army of substitutes, Shi Yu was forced to number the substitutes:

Bamboo Horse No. 1, No. 2... No. 108, No. 109...

Shi Yu:?Why is there one more? !

The extra Alpha was especially aloof, and the smell of pheromone was very strange. The two looked at each other for a moment, and Shi Yu asked, "A substitute?"

Zhuma No. 109 said firmly: "Stand-in."

Shi Yu: "You go to bed tonight."

A real bamboo horse disguised as a puppet: ?

At night, Shi Yu was forced to retreat to the corner, and said in shock: "Wait, aren't you... made of silicone?!"

The man in front of him smiled softly, pinched the back of his neck lightly, and coaxed: "Hey, you'll know if you try it."