After the divorce, the film emperor wants to ascend the throne with all his heart

"Say, why did you collude with him? You really impress me."

Mu Jin was emotional at the moment, and couldn't help raising her voice a few times, clenching her fists to suppress it: "I regard you as a brother, I am grateful for your life-saving grace, I always remember your protection for so many years, but why did you betray me? "

Mu Jin has never been someone who loses control easily, and he has always been used to hiding his emotions, but at this moment, he can no longer restrain his grief and indignation.

"Doesn't the emperor know?" Chang Fu laughed self-deprecatingly, which was particularly harsh. He wiped the dagger in his hand gently with his sleeve, still kneeling upright, and raised his eyelids to look at Mu Jin after a long time: "Slave, early I regretted it, and shouldn't carry you out of the fire, if you die, nothing will happen, how wonderful!"

He didn't panic, and even smiled more intensely, Mu Jin felt a throbbing pain in his chest, and he laughed and told me to die.

In another era, Changfu, who was always thinking of him, could say such words easily. Mu Jin clenched her fingers tightly: "I will give you my life back, and I can take it back now."

Hearing what he said, Chang Fu suddenly laughed out loud: "Fake benevolence and righteousness, even if I kill you, I can't get out of this palace, so why do you put on an air here?"

"You answer me first, why?" Mu Jin didn't want to argue with him, so she adjusted her emotions and asked again.

"After you came to the throne, I also had the good fortune to be promoted to heaven. I became the head of the big house, and I was free to go in and out, so I wanted to go home and visit my family." Changfu stopped calling himself a slave, and slowly got up: "The journey is long, I spent five days. I rushed back in time, but when I went home, I saw that the thatched cottage had not been lived in for a long time, the grass was overgrown at the door, and the inside of the house smelled of dust and was covered with cobwebs."

He approached slowly, holding the handle of the knife, with a calm face, neither sad nor happy, like a puppet who lost his mind: "Later, I asked the neighbors around me, and I found out that my parents and younger sister had died a year ago. Tell me, the person who killed my father was an attendant of Prince Ping's mansion, Prince Ping, the emperor will not forget, right?"

When Mu Jin left the palace, he was the canonized King Ping.

"I did send someone to kill him." Mu Jin pursed her lips, raised her eyes to look at Chang Fu, and confided softly, "He deserves to die."

After speaking, she felt a stabbing pain in her heart, and Mu Jin looked at the knife stuck in her chest in surprise, but unexpectedly, he could really do it.

"Why? You made me homeless, you made me... homeless." Changfu looked at the blood on his hand and let go of it in panic. The dagger was still stuck in Mujin's chest, and the blood was also flowing out, staining the Dirty Mu Jin's brocade robe.

Chang Fu immediately knelt down, couldn't help short of breath, and shouted hysterically: "Why? You deserve to die, I shouldn't have saved you."

Mu Jin raised her hand to touch the handle of the knife, and smiled like a smile: "Are you really willing to hurt me?"

The bloody smell permeated, and Mu Jin felt his eyelids heavy, but he knew that he would not die this time, because it was recorded in the history books of Ouyang's family that he died of illness a year later. Give the dagger to Chang Fu.

Looking at Mu Jin who fell to the ground, Chang Fu looked flustered, knelt and moved to his side, shouting loudly: "Come on, the emperor is injured!"

----

Jiang Han asked the person looking for Jin Beizhou to ask Shen Yu to look for it, but there was no news for a long time.

Today is the second week of Mu Jin's coma, and there is still no sign of waking up. Jin Beizhou takes the company's affairs to the hospital, and when he gets tired, he lies on the hospital bed with Mu Jin for a while.In this short period of time, Jin Beizhou felt that he was obviously haggard, and wondered if Mu Jin, a heartless person, would feel distressed after waking up?

"Cousin, the press conference has started, let's go."

Lin Yanchen pushed the door open, looked at Jin Beizhou who was working, and hurriedly called him.

"Yeah." Jin Beizhou rubbed his temples, got up slowly, instructed Lin Yanchen a few words when he left, and walked out of the ward step by step.

When they arrived at the scene, many of the media below had already arrived. Seeing Jin Beizhou coming, they all boiled like chicken blood in an instant.

"Mr. Jin, what is your relationship with Mr. Mu Jin?"

"Mr. Jin, is Mu Jin really dead as said on the Internet?"

"Mr. Jin, I heard that the driver who caused the accident was drunk driving, what are you going to do?"

Sitting on the prepared chair, Jin Beizhou took a deep breath facing the camera: "Come one by one, answer the first question first, Mu Jin is my lover."

He glanced down, and continued unhurriedly: "Mu Jin is out of danger and is recovering now, thank you for your relationship. As for the marketing account spreading rumors, get ready to receive a lawyer's letter. There are also accidents. Regarding the driver’s matter, the police will intervene in the investigation, and I believe there will be a reasonable disposal.”

"When will Mr. Mujin show up? We are all worried about him."

"No comment at the moment."

Escorted by the bodyguards, Jin Beizhou left the venue, sat on the car leaning on the backrest and sighed heavily, really tired.

----

Mu Jin woke up again, lying on the couch by herself, and the little eunuch serving him was applying medicine. Seeing that he woke up, the hand holding the ointment trembled, and she called out timidly: "Your Majesty."

"Where's Changfu?" Mu Jin glanced around, but didn't see him, and asked the little eunuch with a frown.

The little eunuch had never seen him like this, and immediately knelt down, shaking like a sieve, and said intermittently, "I was... imprisoned... imprisoned for death."

"Who closed it?"

"Brother Yang...Brother." The little eunuch lowered his head and put his face on the ground, not daring to speak any more.

The elder brother Yang he was talking about must be Yang Xu, the leader of the guards. Mu Jin glanced at the kneeling man in front of him and sighed, "Go down."

"Yes."

The little eunuch couldn't get what he wanted, so he hurried away holding the ointment with both hands.

Mu Jin got up and tied the cloth strips that wrapped the wound indiscriminately, put on her clothes again, and rushed to the death row with her boots on. Yang Xu is a tiger, and if the long blessing falls into his hands, he might suffer a lot.

On the other side of the death cell, Changfu was hung on a wooden frame, his hands and feet were bound by iron chains and he couldn't move.

Apparently Yang Xu was determined to kill him, he took the whip and whipped it on his face, raised his hand and dropped it, a shocking red mark appeared on Chang Fu's cheek, and it started to red and swell, but he was considered stubborn, so he snorted and then No more noise.

"Killing the king, you are really daring." Yang Xu's eyes were bloodshot, and the scene of the emperor lying in the pavilion and Changfu's hands stained with blood is still fresh in his mind: "The emperor treats us badly? How dare you carry it like this?" It is simply inferior to animals to abandon righteousness."

"Heh, he killed my family... Should I let him go?"

Chang Fu's forehead was covered with sweat, and he held his breath to argue with him: "If it happens again, I will still stab him with the dagger without hesitation."

"Snapped--"

Yang Xu slapped him, and Changfu's head buzzed, only to hear Yang Xu grit his teeth and say, "I killed your father, because he deserves to die."

"You?" Chang Fu's face was pale, and he looked at Yang Xu as if he wanted to cut him into pieces.

"Your father was lazy and addicted to gambling, so he sold your younger sister into a brothel. At that time, your younger sister was only thirteen and had a strong temper. She committed suicide by jumping off the building, and your mother also committed suicide by jumping off the building." Yang Xu stared fiercely. Fu: "Later, he turned his mind on you again and borrowed money from the palace in your capacity. After I found out what he had done, I hacked him to death in a fit of anger."

Chang Fu's face was ashen: "He...wasn't the emperor asking you to kill him?"

"I pleaded guilty to the emperor after I killed him. He didn't know about it at first, and your father came to ask for money, and the emperor gave it to him several times for your sake. Later, he was afraid that you would be sad, so he asked me not to tell you about it. I still say that, your father should die."

"Unexpectedly..." Changfu sniffed, unable to accept this for a while, and looked at Yang Xu in a panic: "How is the emperor now?"

"Not dead." Mu Jin came from outside and said with a self-deprecating voice: "This time I let you down again."

Chang Fu's body was dripping with blood, and when he saw Mu Jin, he dodged his eyes, not knowing how to see him.

Seeing Chang Fu's whole body like this, Mu Jin glared at Yang Xu with dissatisfaction: "Let it go, give him some money to let him go out of the palace, and let it go."

After finishing speaking, Mu Jin didn't stay any longer, and immediately left the dark place.

"Emperor..." Chang Fu was at a loss for words for a moment, and finally could only watch Mu Jin's leaving figure, with a sad expression on his face.

As soon as Mu Jin returned to the hall, he heard the guards rushing to report: "My lord, Changfu committed suicide by throwing himself into the river!"

At this time, Mu Jin was writing with a pen. Hearing this, the brush trembled and the writing was crooked, ruining a good handwriting.

"Well, it's a good burial."

"Yes."

The guard hurriedly retreated, Mu Jin put down the pen, looked at the words on the paper in front of her for a long time, sighed, picked it up, crumpled it up and threw it to the door.

[The author has something to say: Note: The timelines of the two worlds are different, maybe one year in ancient times is equal to half a year in modern times???]