The enemy has a crush on me

He has always disdained the cowardly emperor, studied hard since he was a child, and hoped that he would succeed in his studies and be able to assist a prosperous and benevolent emperor in the future.But who would have thought that instead of waiting for a benevolent king, he would wait for an exiled killing god instead.

Who has never been high-spirited and full of ambitions, even if he was not a few years younger than now, he still had a different surging blood than now. Seeing that everyone around him dared not speak out against the new emperor, he thought about being awarded the official seal. -Be sure to scold Yin Luo face-to-face.

He has read a lot of poems and books, and gained fame in the imperial examination. He walked up to the Jinluan Palace in a commoner's clothes. is straight.

This magistrate, who is about to take office, has a soul that has not been corroded, and is willing to pay the price of his life for what he firmly believes, for making a consciously correct voice, and for exposing the truth about the emperor's new clothes.

He wanted that monster living in the imperial city to listen carefully to the truth that others would never dare to say, and that was covered up under the sound of praise.Let him know what the people want, and let him know that he will betray all relatives and die.

On the golden throne hall occupied by his magpie nest, let him feel the hatred and opposition of his subjects towards him. ——How can this sacrifice be considered unworthy.

Fang Zhiyuan knelt down straight on the ground, looking at the new emperor sitting high on the throne, he kept the words he had repeated countless times in his mouth, on the surface he was neither humble nor overbearing.

There was no joy or anger on the face of the new emperor, and the golden beads on the crown cast shadows on the eye sockets, showing a kind of oppressive gloom, as if he had spoken to him, and those words fell heavily on the hard, smooth ground I can't hear the cadence that ordinary people should speak.

Then the new emperor beckoned for his attendant to bring a tray and handed the official seal to him.

It's time, he thought.

it's time.

He opened his mouth, but made no sound.

He is an unyielding fighter, and his most powerful weapon is his pen and words. He has the arrogance to defy the powerful and the courage to be the first in the world. Nothing but fear.

What he faced was not only the emperor of a country, but also Shura who appeared in countless rumors.

Those few words were not uttered in the end, and after he left the palace, his legs felt weak, and looking at the official seal was like looking at a shame that could never be erased in his life.

But if it happens again, it will only have the same result.

He is just one of the countless weak and hypocritical people that he despises—that’s all—he has always thought highly of himself.

Fang Zhiyuan lay on the ground, his mind gradually blurred, and he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes.

Just now he knelt on the ground begging for mercy, saying that he was tempted by the appropriation, but in fact, it was never the appropriation of ten to two that moved him, but the minister who talked to him said:

The prince needs the money.

In the end, he didn't take any money, but just said to the minister before leaving that if the prince came to the throne, he hoped to give everyone a good explanation.

He has never tolerated an unkind, filial, and ignorant monster sitting on the throne wearing a human skin, but he never had the courage to say it.

He held back this sentence for several years, until he thought he had no backbone to say it, but when he was about to die, he still said it.

He died with relief and joy, because he thought he had already become a despicable layman, but when he died, he died with his back straight.

When Fang Zhiyuan closed his eyes and breathed his last, Yin Luo still froze his outstretched hand.

He looked at the people around him dumbfounded at Fang Zhiyuan's outrageous words, they all fell to their knees on the ground in a panic more than before, and said one after another: "Your Majesty, please forgive me, Your Majesty please forgive me."

They said His Majesty spared their lives, and their bodies shook so violently, as if they had already confirmed that they would die.

Yin Luo turned his head to look at Qing Ze, and found that he didn't look at the people around him at all, but just looked at his blood-stained sword hilt, and said angrily: "My sword is really dirty."

Fang Zhiyuan who "dirty his sword" was lying one meter away from him, already out of breath.

Yin Luo took a step back and stepped on the oil flowing out of the fat shopkeeper.

The scene in front of him was extremely real, yet so weird that it seemed out of reality, it was even more terrifying than the bloodiest battlefield he had ever seen.

But he turned out to be the most hideous and terrifying existence in the eyes of everyone who appeared in this picture.

Yin Luo lowered his eyelids, his fingertips trembling slightly.

He looked at the staff who were kneeling on the ground shaking like chaff, and said, "You."

The staff member raised his head, his face was covered with tears, and slapped himself severely: "Your Majesty... I don't know anything... Your Majesty... please forgive me... please forgive me..."

He stretched out his hand again - pointing to Fang Zhiyuan who was lying beside him, and said coldly and angrily, "Fang Zhiyuan, you! Conspiring to rebel, really, really...death is not worth it! Feel free! I have long thought that you have a problem... all day long You don’t know who to show your face to. Looking at it now, you’ve turned your back on it! Your Majesty is really the rare Emperor Ming, and it’s what people want to be enthroned. How can you let your lies lie here to confuse people!”

Yin Luo's expression couldn't be discerned, and his tone of voice couldn't tell the emotion: "What's your name?"

The staff member raised his head and hurriedly said: "Wei Wei, my humble minister, has eyes but no pearls... I don't know Your Majesty."

Yin Luo said: "I won't kill you, what are you so afraid of?"

He looked at the miserable dead body with blood dripping from the mouth and neck, then at the inhuman yellow skin behind him dripping with grease, and said, "You are the magistrate's staff, so you naturally know about this." Personnel deployment."

Wei Wei said: "This minister understands best."

Yin Luo said, good.

He looked at Wei Wei: "Fang Zhiyuan stole the people's fat and people's ointment, refused to report, sentenced to death, confiscated official seals, and his family members were demoted to common people. The corpses of shopkeeper He and Fang Zhiyuan - will be buried in the cemetery within a day. After the burial, their families will be notified News of death."

He looked around again - the diners who were kneeling on the ground, and said: "Wait for the idlers, leave quickly."

After everyone dispersed, only Zaoli and Wei Wei were left in the inn, Yin Luo said again: "Master Wei, send some Zaoli with the strongest martial arts to monitor outside the butcher's house."

Wei Wei said: "My minister takes orders, and my ministers take orders."

Yin Luo nodded: "Get up."

Wei Wei stood up, ordered a few people, and put on a haughty expression as if changing his face: "Have you heard what His Majesty said, go!"

Most likely, he used this tone when talking to people with lower official positions than himself.

Those Zaolis left with their hands in their hands, Wei Wei nodded rather provocatively, thinking that he had consciously changed the bad impression he had left on Yin Luo just now, and then turned around and ordered the remaining Zaolis to clean up the scene and clean up the scene. The body was wrapped and taken away and buried.

The slaves had also seen the world, even when facing the two corpses with such a miserable appearance, they were methodical and cleaned up in a short time.

There are only crooked tables and chairs left in the inn, and the ground is a mess, but there is not even a trace left.

Qing Ze had already found a stool to sit down, wiped the blade of the sword clean, and then he was satisfied, and put away the long sword.

"Your Majesty, Shangxian, I just know...the corpses of Fang Zhiyuan and Shopkeeper He have been dealt with, and there is nothing else that I need to do for you." Wei Wei raised three fingers and raised his chin and said, "My minister is so heartbroken. , I will die!"

Yin Luo said: "Take me to the butcher's house."

Yin Luo and Qingze followed behind Wei Wei, probably the diners said something after leaving the inn, everyone hid when they heard the new emperor's visit, and there were few people on the street at this time.

There are only some vendors selling grass cakes, hoping to sell more, and the stalls are late.When they left the inn, there were still three or two street vendors carefully putting away the dirty and dry straw cakes with trembling hands.

The oil in the pot is the most precious. Many people buy grass cakes because of the smell of oil.

Seeing them coming out, the three or two street vendors didn't care about continuing the turbid oil and water in the kiln, and knelt down one after another, knocking their heads on the ground, motionless.

Qingze saw a somewhat familiar figure from a distance, and that figure seemed to raise his head secretly, probably recognized him, and stood there in a daze, almost forgetting to lower his head.

He was the street vendor that Qing Ze met when he first entered the town.

For some reason, Qing Ze accidentally smiled at him, and saw that the vendor shook his head and lowered his head instead.

Qing Ze turned his gaze back, only to realize that Yin Luo was looking at him.

The vendor must have thought that Yin Luo was looking in his direction, so he was so frightened that he didn't even dare to lift his head.

Qingze looked at Yin Luo and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yin Luo looked away, looked forward, and replied, "Here we are."

On the right side of the street ten meters ahead is a rather imposing vermilion gate, the red color is extremely bright, and it is incompatible with the entire gray and rather old border town.In front of the gate stood two unidentified animal-shaped statues, which were not the usual stone lions, but with inverted triangle eyes, soaring through the clouds and riding the fog, very arrogant.

Where is this place where a butcher lives? From the gate, it can be seen that it is full of style, as if it is a wealthy family.

There was no delay on their way, and when they reached the door of the butcher's house, the slaves were still in the dark surrounding the butcher's house.Wei Wei called Zao Li to come out, and confirmed that the butcher hadn't changed anything, and no one was seen coming in or out of the front and rear gates.

Wei Wei waved back the Zaoli, cleared his throat, walked to the vermilion gate, pulled the knocker, and slammed the door loudly.

His voice was very loud, and he looked very extraordinary, as if his official rank had been raised a lot because of Yin Luo's company.

But even though he knocked on the door for a while, there was no sound from inside.

He looked at the door, then turned his head to look behind him - the pedestrians, and smiled - feeling a little embarrassed.

Damn, this butcher Li was like a grandson when he let himself open the back door. Now that he has made some money, he doesn't know his surname.

He summoned a few Zaolis, pointed at the door angrily, and said, "Smash it! Smash it for me! Your Majesty is here, but you dare not come out to pick him up, you really have the guts of a bear! Slam the door directly, and give that butcher Li I'm tied out!"

Those Zaolis hugged a thick log with all their strength, and slammed into the tightly closed door like a bell.

Wei Wei yelled a little too much just now, but now her throat hurts, so she stopped talking, just put her hips on her hips, panted, and watched the Zaolis knock on the door.

At this time, the afterglow of the setting sun dissipated, and the sky finally completely darkened.

The streets are empty, the doors of every house are closed, and there are no candles flickering through the screen windows, only the loud knocking on the door can be heard echoing in every corner.

It's like a dead city.

The vermilion-colored gate, which looks extraordinarily rich, becomes more terrifying as the night gets darker.

"This butcher Li... why didn't he/mother realize that this door looks so awkward before." Wei Wei anxiously paced a few steps left and right at the door, stood still, and said sternly: "No! "

He said, "You, you, you!"

The three Zaoli turned their heads in response.

Wei Wei said again: "Go and call back those Zaoli who buried their bodies!"

"And you! Go and get two lanterns, this black lamp is blind, what if people run away?!"

"You! Who are you looking at? Yes, it's you! Go and bring a chair, how can you let His Majesty just stand like this!"

Yin Luo stood on the spot with his hands behind his back, shook his head and said, "No need."

Wei Wei wiped off his cold sweat: "Your Majesty is right."

He turned his head and yelled at the Zaoli again: "Then you don't have to go, let me continue to hit you! A few more times, I don't believe this door can't be opened!"

As soon as the words fell, following the final impact, the door that had been motionless before was knocked open with a creak.

Due to the effect of inertia, the door opened wide as soon as it was opened, and a few long red and tattered veils hanging behind the door just floated out, covering the faces of the few Zaoli standing in front. .

When the passers-by brushed away the long veil, they could smell a stench blowing towards their faces.

Qingze was originally happy to watch Wei Wei's performance of jumping up and down, but when he smelled the stench, his expression became a little subtle.

It was the smell of rotting flesh.