Slag to the collapse of the world [Quick Transmigration]

Yan Tong was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at Fang Qingci stiffly, his lips moved slightly:

"This is conspiracy..."

The more he spoke, the lower his voice became. In the end, he remembered that the emperor himself would not live long. If the third prince of the Huai Party loses power and ascends the throne, it doesn't matter whether Fang Qingci seeks rebellion or not. After the "crime", he finally couldn't speak Only the lips moved silently again.

Fang Qingci was originally in high spirits, as if he could write another [-]-character four or six Fu, announcing to the world that he and Luo Hongmei would be married forever - he imagined that Luo Hongmei might be surprised, angry, happy and even waved his sleeves after reading the marriage letter And go, but he didn't expect that this sentence came out of him, and he was stunned for a moment.

... Who the hell said the first thing to his lover after receiving the certificate is "I am a traitor, you will be beheaded if you marry me"?

This is simply not the way normal people think.

Fang Qingci thought about it again, and felt that he had completed a series of operations such as confirming his heart, confessing, kissing, marrying, signing, drawing, and depositing in less than a stick of incense, which was not something normal people could do.

Crazy and crazy, just a natural match.

He met Yan Tong's gaze: "...Do you want a bride price?"

Yan Tong: "..."

Fang Qingci felt relieved when he saw "I don't know who this person is" on his face.

He spoke nonsense, but his heart was clear—in Luo Hongmei's way of thinking about problems, the priority was always planning to influence the deployment of subordinates, and the bottom was his own bitterness and joy.

He thought that his previous conclusion that "crazy men deserve madness" could not be more correct. As soon as Luo Hongmei showed him the shell covering his feelings, he smashed the shell with a hammer without hesitation. He himself wanted to applaud.

I'm a fucking genius, Fang Qingci thought.

Seeing that Yan Tong still didn't want to talk to him, he stretched out his hand, and was about to fold the marriage certificate and find a place to confess it, but Yan Tong suddenly said:

"let me see."

Fang Qingci didn't expect him to show his feelings so quickly, and was thinking of a way to change Luo Hongmei's damn way of thinking, so he handed it over.

After he reacted, the expression on Yan Tong's face returned to his usual flatness, and he couldn't see anything.

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As a genius doctor, Fang Qingci should have specially practiced calligraphy, although he would never write well when prescribing prescriptions.

The words of this marriage letter are neither gentle nor lingering, and even the ink is dripping with murderous intent in a chic way—I don’t know how Master Fang managed to write the marriage contract more like a war letter than a war letter .

It may be his greatest respect to be able to write a few words that are not ghostly.

Yan Tong thought about this, but his expression suddenly became a little dazed - the marriage of two surnames, a contract signed together, a good relationship will last forever, matching the same pronoun, it is really a beautiful sentence.

He and Fang Qingci could not be called a "good relationship".

He is a rebel general of the imperial court, the leader of Qipanzhai, the largest rebel in Qingzhou, and a reward of ten thousand taels of gold is offered for his head.

Fang Qingci is the son of an official family, a genius doctor who everyone in the world wants to make friends with, no matter which way he is, he is very successful, and those "friends" who know him all over the world still feel that he is superior.

——If this can be regarded as a good relationship, Yue Lao is really blind.

I would like to write a letter to Hongjian with the covenant of white hair - what is there to say about his white hair? Since ancient times, there have been few generals who died well, let alone rebels.

He just wants to make a promise to grow old together, and it depends on whether God will reward this face.

Yan Tong stared blankly at the ink dripping marriage letter in his hand.

At the end of the marriage letter, the signatures of the two people are tangled together.It is probably rare for Fang Qingci to write so many dozens of characters neatly. At the end of the writing, his nature finally broke out. Even the prince will not recognize this marriage letter.

Luo Hongmei has never practiced calligraphy, but she usually only reads his handwriting when there is something to do in Qipanzhai. Among the Chinese characters, "Luo Hongmei" is the best written word.

This feels very strange, he thought—he had already made up his mind not to believe in anything, but Fang Qingci couldn't help him not to believe it.

He raised his head against the sun, and suddenly remembered that he was only 25 years old this year.

Still very young.

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Yan Tong returned the paper to Fang Qingci, "Where are you going to put it?"

Fang Qingci: "..." Is this... a promise?

Yes, no objection is default.Fang Qingci thought so, folded the paper and put it in his sleeve, turned around and walked out, even his steps became much lighter, "Follow me."

Yan Tong thought to himself that his arrest warrants were still hanging all over the city, and it might not be appropriate to leave these things indiscriminately, but then he thought again—if he went outside the customs, he would never come back again, but this marriage certificate would never be seen by anyone. It was too aggrieved to find out.

In a flash, he even wanted to announce the marriage letter with Fang Qingci to the world.

——He should be arrogant once in his life.

Yan Tong was thinking wildly all the way like this, and he didn't notice that he and Fang Qingci had already gone to Fang's family study.

The Fang family is a well-known family, and the ethnology is naturally built in the mansion.But even Mr. Zhang, who teaches, has been unemployed for a long time. Naturally, no one has been to this ethnology for a long time, and it is deserted.

Fang Qingci walked over like this, and pressed the paper folded into squares under the statue of the most holy teacher.

Yan Tong: "..."

"That's right." After Fang Qingci finished this matter, he looked at the statue of the most holy teacher in ethnology without any guilt, and said with satisfaction: "When the future bastards go to class, they will worship the most holy teacher , By the way, the two of us also worship together."

Yan Tong: "...you are not afraid of losing your life."

"Write your name on a piece of paper with you, and draw a bet, and your life will be shortened." Fang Qingci said, wrapping his shoulders around him, and walked out, "Maybe if you pay homage to the bastards, your life will be increased." Are you back? Let’s go, I’ll take you to see the bride price.”

Yan Tong: "..."

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"I told you, I still have a lot of things to do, I don't have time to—"

"What do you like? Knife? Sword? Saber technique? Internal strength?" Fang Qingci ignored Yan Tong's protest, and said while walking on the streets of Dongning City: "You know, Jiang Hu people, there are always people Bringing all kinds of strange things to me for medical treatment—hey, look, your arrest warrant is very beautifully drawn."

Yan Tong went over to take a look, and saw a big man with disheveled hair and a fierce expression on the wanted notice, with a sturdy figure, an unshaven face, and a Spring and Autumn Sword in his hand, which was very in line with the image of a big devil in the hearts of the people.

Yan Tong: "..."

"Tut tsk tsk," Fang Qingci leaned closer to the wall where the notice was posted, watched it carefully for a moment, and commented: "Brother Jinghe, look at this hairstyle, this stubble, this waist, and this big knife—the artist is good, and the painting is really fierce." , except not like you everywhere."

Seeing that Fang Qingci could still talk about the afterthought for two hours, Yan Tong stretched out his hand and pulled him out from the crowd watching the arrest warrant, and only when he was far away, he whispered: "Is there no painter in Dongning City? Shen Dingwen and Li Xiucai are both in Dongning City, why didn’t you ask them to have a look, they knew something was wrong—”

He stopped short.

Fang Qingci was still showing off his collection to him: "...I know you are short of a knife, I have left the weapon in my pharmacy, why don't we rent a carriage to go there - wait, what did you just say? ?”

"I said," Yan Tong stood still, "this is wrong."

Fang Qingci was not as sensitive to Jianghu's conspiracy as he was. Although he also stopped, his expression was obviously stunned, obviously he hadn't reacted yet.

"When I came to you from Baimu Town, I was chased and killed all the way, and I managed to get rid of them." Yan Tong looked at him and said, "Obviously the government has my portrait in its hands. Besides, Shen Dingwen is eager I died earlier, he dared to go to your house to make trouble, seeing this obviously wrong portrait, did he suddenly become dumb?"

Fang Qingci came back to his senses: "I can explain Shen Dingwen's matter. I did some tricks when I treated his wounds. Although he won't die, he will go crazy due to his inner breath... But it shouldn't happen so quickly. .”

Yan Tong frowned, shook his head after a while and said, "It's still wrong."

He stood there for a while, then suddenly said, "Go this way."

Fang Qingci saw that his hands were covered in his sleeves, but the sleeve robe was fluttering slightly, as if there was a wind blowing, so he immediately knew that his palms had accumulated energy, and he also raised his vigilance immediately.

Yan Tong turned into a secluded alley without taking two steps.

As Fang Qingci advanced, he said: "You can remember the way very well—" In the middle of speaking, he stopped abruptly.

——Several people were already standing in the alley, dressed in black brocade and blue and white embroidered guard costumes, just blocking their way.

Fang Qingci and Yan Tong didn't move.Soon someone climbed over the walls on both sides, and guards in the same attire stood at the entrance of the alley behind.

Yan Tong stood where he was, until the people on the other side came together, and then asked lightly:

"Which adult is here?"

This kind of uniform with blue and white embroidery on a black background is a very high-grade guard in the court.Although Yan Tong defected for several years, he did not lose his vision, and recognized him at a glance.

——From this, it can be deduced that the person who came must be a big man.

The leading guard saluted him, "Mr. Luo is so determined."

The other party was so polite, although Yan Tong was not used to saluting to these people, he still said: "Don't dare."

The guard said again: "My lord, please explain to Mr. Luo."

Yan Tong said lightly: "I can see it."

The guard bowed slightly, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "In order to show your sincerity, my lord ordered people to replace the portraits of all the gentlemen in Dongning City early this morning, and please honor them."

The implication could not be more obvious - if you can let you go, you can kill you.

If Yan Tong hadn't deduced from the portrait that the person had no malicious intentions, he would have attacked the other party long before the encirclement was completed, so after hearing this threat, he just said: "I'm afraid it's inconvenient for Luo to wear the body of a sinner?"

He deliberately used this to test the other party, and after he finished speaking, he paid attention to the expressions of the people around him. Seeing that only one or two of the guards showed angry expressions, his vigilance against this "adult" immediately rose from eight to ten.

The leading guard was about to speak when he suddenly stood aside.

Yan Tong was slightly stunned, but saw that the guards gave way to both sides of the road one after another, and a man walked slowly from it, wearing a red robe and soap boots, dressed in dignified manner.

He didn't recognize these guards, but he was very familiar with this man - as evidenced by the gods and Buddhas of the heavens, he, Luo Hongmei, went up to the Ninth Heaven to the Eighteenth Hell, and he would never forget it.

Wu Bingzong.