Correct posture of masochism [system]

In the silent study room, the man in black knelt on the ground, forming a chilling atmosphere that condensed in the sky, blending with the pervasive smell of blood, making people shudder.

Li Yuan's body was placed aside, the blood on the ground had turned thick black, it was obvious that the arrow had been smeared with poison.

The arrow was placed on the table, Jiang Yu squinted his eyes to stare at the arrow, he handed over Li Yuan's matter to Shiqi, and only these secret guards knew the inside story.

Even Xiao Quanzi didn't know.

Jiang Yu said coldly, "Who else is involved in this matter?"

Shi Qi's lips were tightly drawn into a straight line, and he was silent for a moment, "Only subordinates."

Jiang Yu frowned, "Where are the other ten nine people tonight?"

Shi Qi's lips were pursed tighter and straighter, and he paused for a longer time this time, his voice was low and hoarse, "They are not in the palace."

All kinds of signs pointed the finger at the man kneeling below, but Jiang Yu said firmly, "I believe in you."

The four words fell to the ear, and Shi Qi's eyes suddenly fluctuated, like a stone thrown into the lifeless water, causing waves to roll, and then slowly returning to calm.

No one knew what was going on in Jiang Yu's mind, he didn't dare to doubt it at all, if Shi Qi belonged to Song Yan, then he would be a joke.

From the beginning to the end, he did not escape from Song Yan's palm.

This is even more ridiculous than the monkey grandson trying to compete with Tathagata.

There followed a prolonged silence, and the two living people in the study were as motionless as the dead people on the ground.

It was blatant for Li Yuan to be called into the palace, too many people saw him inside and outside the palace, he must not die in the palace, in the emperor's study.

Jiang Yu asked Seventeen to deal with it. He rummaged in the study, and there was something vague in his memory. The life experiences of all the hidden guards must be by his side.

In the middle of the night, Shi Qi appeared in front of Jiang Yu with one person.

Looking at that face, Jiang Yu gasped, if he hadn't witnessed Li Yuan's death with his own eyes, he would have thought he had seen a ghost.

"Your Majesty will see you on eleventh day." The voice that he spoke was old and powerful, exactly the same as Li Yuan's.

Jiang Yu suppressed the shock in his eyes, "Stay flat."

Eleven's eyes showed a cunning that was different from that face, "Your Majesty, is that subordinate going out now?"

Jiang Yu raised his head slightly, watching "Li Yuan" swagger out of the palace under the watchful eyes of the imperial guards.

When "Li Yuan" passed by the gate of the palace, he even chatted with the guards standing guard.

Back at the mansion, "Li Yuan" called the housekeeper to ask questions, and asked the kitchen to make some supper, after all this trouble, he returned to his residence to rest.

In the palace, Jiang Yu ordered Seventeen to put Li Yuan's body back in his room, creating the illusion of an assassin breaking in.

Although Eleven's pretense is enough to make the fake come true, but those who are familiar with Li Yuan will find the problem sooner or later.

Moreover, not only Jiang Yu and the others knew about Li Yuan's death, but also the inner ghost and the forces behind the other party. They couldn't hide it, so as not to have long nights and dreams, and any mishaps would not be delayed.

The next day, there were screams in Taifu's mansion, Taifu was suddenly killed, and the government and the public were in an uproar.

The ministers in the court whispered to each other, some were regretful, some were shocked, some were watching the fire from the other side, some were indifferent, and there were all kinds of things.

Only Song Yan still had that airy posture.

Ting Wei clasped his fists and said, "Your Majesty, I will do my best to find out the murderer."

"Teacher was brutally murdered, I feel very sad." Jiang Yu looked very haggard, he held his forehead with a look of grief.

When the ministers saw this, they immediately expressed their opinions, "Please take care of the dragon body, Your Majesty!"

Li Yuan was a veteran of the three dynasties, highly respected, and had countless disciples. His death aroused intense negative emotions in the hearts of those civil servants, and some civil servants even handed in a memorial to resign.

One person took the lead, followed by a series of cannonballs, as if Li Yuan had nothing to love after his death.

In those few days, Jiang Yu had to lose his face to find Song Yan. Some people spent a lot of energy, manpower, and effort but couldn't do what they wanted, while some people just drank tea at home and didn't even have to walk the door. can be under his control.

Song Yan belongs to the latter.

After visiting Jiang Yu for two consecutive days, the frown on Song Yan's eyebrows became more and more profound, "Your Majesty, I feel unwell."

Jiang Yu glanced at him and saw that his face was pale and his lips were pale, as if he was sick.

"I will bring some imperial physicians over tomorrow."

"The minister needs to be quiet."

Jiang Yu pretended to be stupid, full of concern and understanding, "Oh, please keep your voice down."

Song Yan pressed the corner of his forehead, the color of the bottom of his eyes was like the weather outside, covered with dark clouds.

After sorting out the memorial, Jiang Yu turned his head and asked, "President Song, the Taifu's funeral is already..."

The person nestled on the couch fell asleep, with his head tilted to the side, a light shadow was cast under his eyelids, shrouded in some morbidity, and his sharp claws were retracted, without any attack power.

Jiang Yu slightly raised his eyebrows, after nearly two months of getting along, he found that Song Yan was not very close to Ji Chu.Close, but a little cold.

He didn't know what was going on, but he had a feeling that the person behind Li Yuan might not be Song Yan...

On the ninth day of October, offering sacrifices to heaven

Feng Yicheng brought his troops back and stationed the accompanying soldiers outside the city. He only brought a few generals into the city.

"I greet Your Majesty." Feng Yicheng was full of wind and dust, probably because the wind and sand at the border were too sharp, which made his whole face rougher, and his eyes were full of blood.

"Aiqing has worked hard all the way."

Jiang Yu originally planned to let the dark guard go halfway to assassinate Feng Yicheng, the purpose was to create obstacles for him, delay the date of returning to the city, miss the sacrifice to heaven, and punish him for a big crime of disrespect, so as to have a reason to take back the military power.

But now the inner ghost can't find him, so he's tied up.

Ji Bo was trapped there due to a sudden flood in the north of the road, and the eldest son stood in his place, already having the demeanor of King Jin back then.

Flags fluttered around the altar, civil and military officials attended, and the scene was grand.

As a prime minister, Song Yan has been by Jiang Yu's side all the time, and if he loses focus or forgets any steps or does any wrong ritual, he will remind him.

"Left hand."

Jiang Yu withdrew his half-lifted right hand and replaced it with his left to receive the sacrificial book handed over by the old master.

During the whole process, whenever Jiang Yu's back was slightly bent, Song Yan would poke with his index finger.

The corners of Jiang Yu's mouth kept twitching, and Yi Yang's fingers were no more than that.

All the officials below were a little surprised, they did so well. Your Majesty has grown up before this year has passed?

Empress Dowager Cen made a false alarm, and she lost several gray hairs because of this incident.

Concubine Jin was very disappointed that the good show didn't turn out. She pulled Ji Chu and Empress Dowager Cen and laughed, "Your Majesty is very much like the late emperor. It would be great if your majesty is half as wise as His Majesty."

Everyone likes to hear good words, and Queen Mother Cen also likes to hear them, but it depends on who the words come from.

Empress Dowager Cen responded inexplicably, "Sometimes people are too smart, but they are not pleasing, sister, do you think so?"

"Yes." Concubine Jin lowered her brows and eyes, and the corners of her eyes fell on the tall figure.

Brother, sister can only rely on you.

After the Heaven Sacrifice was over, Jiang Yu's back was stamped with red marks, just like a seal was stamped, he went back to the palace and changed his clothes, soaked comfortably in the bathtub and summoned Feng Yicheng and Song Yan.

There were also five generals who came, Jiang Yu looked at the five of them indistinctly, and stayed on their ears, jaws and foreheads for a little longer.

When Feng Yicheng moved his nose, he was very rude, and he blurted out, "Your Majesty is really fragrant."

The atmosphere became awkward, several generals sprayed water, Song Yan's hand paused, and the tea in the teacup shook.

Feng Yicheng knelt down with a red face and said in a panic, "Your Majesty, please make amends!"

Several other generals also pleaded guilty. They must have gone mad to spray water in front of His Majesty.

"Get up." Jiang Yu raised his sleeves, it was indeed a little fragrant, and he didn't know where Xiao Quanzi got the spices for it.

Just as Jiang Yu lowered his arms, Song Yan below opened his lips, and said with a light smile, "I also think your majesty smells very sweet."

His voice was so warm that no one could hear any disrespect or frivolity, as if he was just stating a fact.

Jiang Yu smiled bluntly, drew a five-pointed star on Song Yan's body with his eyes, and then looked at Feng Yicheng who seemed to be more angry than him, "Is the border okay?"

Feng Yicheng said roughly, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, as long as there is a minister, those grandsons will not dare to step into my Dafeng."

Jiang Yu ate a grape, if you hand over the Black Ling Army's soldier talisman, then I'll be relieved.

One of the generals said hesitantly, "Your Majesty, about the Tai Tuo..."

Jiang Yu swept over, "Tingwei has already started to investigate."

Then came another burst of comfort.

Feng Yicheng's voice was loud, and he would not let go of the wine, Jiang Yu's eardrums hurt from the noise, so he found an excuse, "Aiqing must be tired after a long journey, go back and rest earlier."

"I retire!"

Feng Yicheng and a few colleagues went to the restaurant to listen to a little song, and talked about Li Yuan by the way.

Only Jiang Yu was left in the hall, and Prime Minister Song who was sitting on the Buddha.

"I didn't know that His Majesty not only likes to sing, but also likes to act." Song Yan raised his half-drowned eyes.

Jiang Yu's heart tightened in vain, but a surprised expression appeared on his face, "Ms. Song remembers wrongly, I don't like to see those actors playing on the stage the most."

"Really?" Song Yanmo.Rubbing the teacup in his hand, he drank the tea inside in one gulp.

"The minister likes to watch plays."

As these words fell, the atmosphere in the hall had reached a stalemate, and Jiang Yu suddenly knocked over the fruit plate in hand.

The little Quanzi outside the hall heard the voice, meditated for ten seconds and then raised his voice, "Your Majesty, it's not good, the Queen Mother has fallen!"

"What?" Jiang Yu stood up abruptly, and hurried out, "Young Master Quan, send Prime Minister Song back to his residence."

Song Yan got up and flicked his sleeves, and said calmly, "Eunuch Quan is getting smarter."

"Prime Minister Song offends his slaves." Little Quanzi was terrified.

Song Yan asked, "How did the Queen Mother fall?"

Little Quanzi rolled his eyes, "I heard that the queen mother accidentally stepped on a stone step and sprained her foot when she was admiring the moon."

"Appreciate the moon?" Song Yan raised his eyebrows, "It's only a moment."

Little Quanzi's face turned red, he hesitated for a while, but didn't say a word.

As soon as Song Yan left, Xiao Quanzi stood on the spot and patted his chest. His clothes were wet after a while, and he didn't know how His Majesty carried it over.

Jiang Yu, who was at Queen Mother Cen's place, didn't know that Xiao Quanzi couldn't help interrogating him, so he was exposed so quickly, and he didn't realize it until he went back. When he went to court the next day, he deliberately avoided Song Yan's face.

Fortunately, Song Yan didn't hold on to him, otherwise he would have to find another way to get out.

The Tingwei Mansion carefully investigated the cause of Li Yuan's death, and finally closed the case as a vendetta.

Jiang Yu praised Li Yuan's family in accordance with the procedure, and gave him the honorary burial, bestowing the title of Zhongliang.

The inner ghost made no progress, and Jiang Yu trapped Feng Yicheng inside the city for some reason.

When Jiang Yu was busy acting with the ministers, Empress Dowager Cen really fell.

This fall was terrible, all the eunuchs and maids around were punished, Jiang Yu also became a filial son, greeting three times a day.

The prompt for the side mission did not appear, Jiang Yu was in a depressed mood, Shi Qi was sent to Daobei by him, he couldn't let Ji Bai go back to the city intact.

This time it was a temptation, and he hoped that the other party would not disappoint him.

On the night before leaving, Jiang Yu asked Shi Qi in the study, "Can you do it for me?"

Seventeen replied, "Yes."

"I'll wait for you to come back." Jiang Yu walked up to Shiqi and handed him the token in his hand, "I promise you to make your own decisions when necessary."

"Yes." Seventeen knelt down on one knee and reached out to catch it.

Jiang Yu stood with his hands behind his back. Ji Bai's party members were not half as good as Song Yan's, so it was not difficult to deal with. The most difficult thing now was military power. Even if Feng Yicheng was killed, those soldiers who had been fighting with the opponent all year round would probably not obey easily His so-called waste emperor.

How to establish prestige?If you want the sergeants to surrender, you can't ask him to lead the troops himself, right?

The leaves of the phoenix trees fell, and the autumn rain continued, and the entire imperial city was shrouded in a bleak atmosphere.

Jiang Yu went to pray for Empress Dowager Cen and came back, Song Yan walked beside him under an umbrella, dark purple and black skirts fluttering in the wind, occasionally twisting gently.Entangled.touch.bump.

An eerie tranquility surrounds the moment.

It seems that Jiang Yu is not an emperor who has changed his core, and Song Yan is not a courtier in the eyes of the world.

until……

Jiang Yu stepped into the puddle, and Song Yan silently avoided the splashing muddy water.

The rain slanted on him, Jiang Yu shivered and sneezed again.

Song Yan didn't even say "Your Majesty, come to my minister for some", Jiang Yu narrowed his eyes, turned his head and sneezed into his face.

"..." Song Yan's hand holding the handle of the umbrella tightened, his knuckles protruding.

The next moment Jiang Yu's nose twitched slightly, and before he could open his mouth, Song Yanren was already far away.

As a result, no one touched an umbrella, and everyone was covered in rain.

Beside the carriage in the distance, Xiao Quanzi and a young man were standing under an umbrella. When they saw Jiang Yu and Song Yan coming towards them, they all ran over.

Little Quanzi stood on tiptoe and raised the umbrella above Jiang Yu's head, muttering that it was strangely cold.

Jiang Yu looked around and recognized the young man as the You from Song Yan's mansion.Compared with that time, things are a little thinner.

"Grassman pays tribute to His Majesty."

"Ah."

Jiang Yu looked at the young man holding the umbrella for Song Yan, his brows gradually wrinkled, he didn't pay attention last time, but this time he realized that the other person's brows and eyes seemed to be seen somewhere...