Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

"Stop it, if you keep hitting, he will die."

"The emperor's order, how can you, an outsider, have room to comment?"

This time the tortured person did not admit his mistake, he leaned forward, knocked his forehead to the ground, and said in a flustered voice, "...Please punish me, Your Majesty."

The cold light refracted by the long sword flickered on and off.

Please the emperor punish...

Why?Why don't you just give in and admit your mistakes...

Sui Chenyue, who was watching from a distance, sighed and raised his hand to call for his followers.

"Tell them to be gentle. If you really broke him, Long Live Lord will still blame you." He turned to Yu Fuchen and said, "You don't seem to meddle in other people's business. It's not good if you leave. ?"

"Is this how you keep people?"

"You made a mistake by yourself, but this prison didn't invite you here."

Yu Fuchen couldn't bear it, knowing that this was Sui Chenyue's way of forcing him to compromise, he gritted his teeth and said, "Where is the person who wants to see me?"

Jiu Qiansui got up and stepped down the chariot, and invited people into the Jiuchongque Pavilion. Before leaving, he didn't forget to look back at the person named Gu Qingzhou, and sighed again.

"There are some things, it's better not to worry too much... Although the supervisor has no position to persuade you."

"Who is that person?"

"Criminal, prisoner of war, favorite concubine? It depends on how you want to understand it."

The three identities that are completely irrelevant, combined in one person seem particularly strange.

Yu Fuchen entered the Jiuchong Pavilion together with the years and the moon. The bright lights give people a warm illusion. It is the least likely to be romantic within the desolate walls of the palace city, but it is also the most forgetful.

There is a person standing with his back facing the two inside the luxurious bead curtain. The blurred silhouette can't be seen clearly, but it can be seen that this person is tall and straight, and he is not old.

Yu Fuchen stepped forward, slightly bowed his head.

"Your Majesty, people have already arrived."

Beiming Tianzi gave a deep "hmm", Sui Chenyue didn't ask what he meant, Gu Zi invited Yu Fuchen into the inner room, and faced the handsome man, his facial features were somewhat similar to those of Ming Palace Shang, but Much younger than expected.

"Tell them to stop, Chitose."

As he spoke, the man pushed the glazed bowl in front of him forward, and it turned out that it was a grape that had been peeled off the skin. The flesh was bright and attractive, and the technique was so delicate that it didn't look like it came from a high-ranking person.

Sui Chenyue folded her arms around her chest, with a disdainful expression on her face, "I've done too many troublesome things like this, and I'm tired of it, the emperor should condescend to go in person."

After all, he didn't say much, and walked out in a swagger, with no intention of listening in at all.

Beiming Tianzi let out a barely audible sigh, wiped off the juice on his fingertips with a handkerchief, and called Yu Fuchen closer.

"My distinguished guest from the Nine Heavens, how should I call you?"

"Don't compare me with Nine Heavens."

The emperor let out a low laugh, raised his hand to invite people to sit down, and enjoyed the prosperity of the towers and pavilions together.

"The widow Changming, from now on we will be called by first name and surname."

"Chang Ming?"

"That's right, the Ming Palace Shang and Ming Sinian you are familiar with are both descendants of the Tianxiang Changming clan, and like your master Feng Changhuan and Xuanji Tower Feng Zehuan, their ancestors were also Tianxiang feathermen, and their surnames were inherited from Tianxiang. Fuxi is the Gufeng family."

"Tianxiang? Feathermen??"

When he heard that Feng Changhuan's past involved hidden things he didn't understand, Yu Fuchen was furious again.

Changming observed his words and demeanor, guessed that the key to his estrangement with that person was here, and eased it, "Why don't you listen to the widow's recounting of the past in Tianxiang?"

"Huainanzi · Yan Xingxun" has a saying: "In all 36 overseas countries, from southwest to southeast, there are people who are married and people who are feathered."

The Tianxiang mentioned by Chang Ming was once a place where the feather people lived together. The feather people are neither human nor immortal, with white hair and red eyes, with wings, they look like birds, and can speak human words.

After Jiuchongtian unified the Three Realms, the Feathermen were expelled by Emperor Tianyao, and left their homes to live in the mortal world in human form, and evolved closer to humans in the long-term adaptation of intermarrying with mortals.

Due to the noble and holy lineage of the Yumin, Di Tianyao personally selected the Yumin as the royal family to rule the chaotic mortal world, but the price is that he will not be able to step into the cultivation world and the Nine Heavens throughout his life.

Yu Fuchen was a little dumbfounded when he heard this, "Could it be... the Emperor Beiming is actually a big bird that doesn't show his face?"

The corner of Chang Ming's mouth twitched, and the smile froze on his face.

"It's not important, you just need to know that the royal family of the mortal world and the mortals are not of the same mind, and even in essence, the Feathermen are extremely contemptuous of the mortals."

"Really? It doesn't look like that to me."

Seeing Chang Ming's meaningful smile, Yu Fuchen couldn't help but overlap his face with Ming Gong Shang's, thinking of the latter's remarks about fighting for living space for ordinary people, he really couldn't agree with Beiming Emperor's words.

The other party took a panoramic view of his doubts and smiled unabated: "I know what you think in your heart. This is also the reason why the prince was banned in the palace and Qingzhou was punished."

Gu Qingzhou?It was the man who was whipped at His Excellency Jiuchongque just now.

Yu Fuchen was not good at dealing with this kind of bloody scene, so he naturally didn't understand why Chang Ming could ignore the suffering of others from a high position, and felt conflicted in his heart.

Just at this time, Sui Chenyue came to report: "Your Majesty, the Prime Minister has arrived."

"Please come in."

The visitor was only wearing blood-stained single clothes, without any sign of timidity, stepped forward and lifted the hem of his clothes and knelt down, without waiting for anyone to ask, he took the initiative to say: "My emperor, I am guilty of this crime."

He hadn't been able to see his face clearly before, so Yu Fuchen had the opportunity to take a closer look, and found that this person had fair complexion, red lips and white teeth, and looked... a little familiar, but he had never seen such a person before.

"Oh? What is the crime of Xiangye?"

"The humble official has no way to teach his son, and he bends the law for personal gain. Please my emperor punish him severely."

"Forget it, it's good to be convicted. You are confident that the widow can't bear to hurt you, so you keep retreating again and again. I hope you know that the widow's patience is limited after all, and it won't change the bottom line for you forever."

"Yes... I will take strict care of the prince when I go back. My emperor please calm down."

Listening to the conversation, Yu Fuchen became more puzzled, fearing that he might be wrong.

Chang Ming, son of Beiming, is a man, and Gu Qingzhou, Prime Minister of the State, is also a man, so it can't... and it's impossible, right?

But looking at Gu Qingzhou's familiar eyebrows, Yu Fuchen felt that his doubts were not unreasonable, until the Prime Minister got up and knelt down at the emperor's feet, put his head on the man's knee very obediently, and opened his mouth to taste Handing the peeled grapes to his mouth one by one.

The concept of Little Wild Wolf is collapsing, and there is nothing left to shatter...

Everything was expected by Chang Ming. He stroked Gu Qingzhou's head, and his voice was so clear that no one could doubt it.

"Gu Qingzhou, my Prime Minister of Beiming, is also the father of the Crown Prince Changming's Palace Merchant."

Yu Fuchen was still struggling, with a forced and ugly smile, "Eh...Minggong Shang is the adoptive son given to you by the prime minister, right, I understand!!"

"No, he is the biological son of the widow and Qingzhou."

"How is it possible! Do you want to say that the Tianxiang Feathermen are a group of strange androgynous birds!!"

"Do you understand the meaning of the four characters Son of Chunyang?"

Yu Fuchen's head buzzed, and inexplicable panic surged in his heart, and he didn't dare to listen to his next words.

"Women are yin, men are yang, yin and yang complement each other, and they are endless. The son of pure yang, as the name suggests, is the purest offspring reproduced by a man. There is a kind of spiritual fetus in the world that is born at the right time, and it is nurtured with blood essence without the need for yin and yang. - Hey, bloodline is pure, spiritual power is holy. Feng Changhuan has never mentioned these words to you, right? "

The sudden truth was the reality that that person tried to cover up.

Yu Fuchen, who should have been hysterical, was uncharacteristically calm for some reason, and even had a tinge of rejoicing, at least in this way... the phantom of his parents he saw under the influence of the poisonous miasma on the isolated island could not be real, and it was much easier in comparison.

He accepted this fact with a deadpan face and a calm heart, suppressing the urge to go back to Feng Changhuan to question him, and tried his best to keep calm.

"Then Ming Gong Shang is the spiritual fetus conceived by heaven and earth?"

"Have you ever heard of the Yan clan that was wiped out by the Jiuchongtian? Qingzhou was once rewarded by the Emperor as a prisoner of war to the Changming family, and he used his body different from ordinary people to breed pure-blooded descendants of the feather people. He should have become a long The plaything of the Ming clan is a container for fertility until death, but I can't bear it, so he can gain a foothold in the mortal world as the prime minister, are you satisfied with this answer?"

Yu Fuchen has heard about the Yan people. This people lived in seclusion in the Lingshan Mountains. They had the same experience as the Chaosheng Yuren. They were also hunted and killed by Jiuchongtian and almost exterminated. It seems that the Prime Minister in front of him is one of the few survivors. .

Too many unacceptable truths made Yu Fuchen overwhelmed, he buried his face in his hands trying to calm down.

"What's the purpose of you telling me this...to let me know that I am a monster without a father and no mother, and you want to separate me from the master?"

"You misunderstood. It is precisely because of the rift between you and him that the widow will reveal the secret to you, and let you know that the only person in this world who treats you sincerely is Feng Zhinan. Without his constant protection, you should have died long ago." Mourning Huangquan."

Changming, who helped Gu Qingzhou up, stood up and looked at the lights of thousands of houses in Xueyu City. His eyes had special meaning, and he pointed at the Prince's Mansion.

"Let's go Yu Fuchen, go as far as possible, don't let your anger burn out the last person in the world who knows where you came from and where you are going."

The distraught Yu Fuchen didn't ask any more questions, let alone linger, after Chang Ming expressed his intention to see off the guests, he jumped down from the balcony and flew away.

He suddenly realized that he was homeless. In the past, the world was so big that even if there was no shelter, as long as he was with that person, he could shelter anywhere in the world.

But now...

"What the hell did I do..."

Standing on the top of the city gate overlooking the brightly lit Kyoto, the Fengyue Bieyuan of the Prince's Mansion, the lights in the man's room have not been turned off, is it waiting for him to return when he is lost...

Yu Fuchen sighed, and beat his aching heart, it was difficult to distinguish whether the voice that tempted him to commit a crime was his own delusion or desire, or the revival of the demon buried in his heart.

This time, no one can enter the realm of consciousness to calm his anger. If he does not rely on himself, as Chang Ming said, he will destroy that person one day.

"Master, I'm sorry..."

Xiao Feng rises one after another and sings the evening song.

Yu Fuchen took off his hair crown, let his long black hair flutter in the wind, and covered his mouth and nose with a black iron mask, leaving only a pair of sharp and scorching eyes like a falcon.

There was a flash of light in his eyes, and there seemed to be a flash of blood, and then he opened his arms and jumped down from the tower.

After all, people can't fight against the sky. No matter how they struggle, they will eventually perish according to their fate.

Fortunately, before that, he still has room to make amends.

The author has something to say: My hand: I want to write the Son of Heaven and the Prime Minister of the Kingdom as an ancient ABO...

My Brain: No, you don't want to.

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