I have all the characters that the male protagonist loves [Quick Transmigration]

Many carriages in the convoy were almost torn apart by powerful arrows, and the regent's personal guards guarded them with knives, but they still couldn't stop the blood from slowly oozing from one of them.

Jiao Huan led people to search the woods in the distance, and smashed the wooden boards beside him in anger, "Escape for them."

"It's not surprising that the enemy is dark and we are clear." Putting his heart back into his sheath, Chu Zhengan strode towards the bloody carriage.

Jiao Huan: "My lord, I'm coming."

The appearance of the carriage was no longer discernible, and it was impossible to tell who was riding it.

He took a few steps forward, chopped off the dense arrows, and kicked the car door.

A dead male body fell out of the car.Jiao Huan held the scabbard against it and stared at it.

"My lord!" He whispered, "It's... Yu Qingming."

Chu Zhengan's expression was serious.

All the accompanying officials hid in the car and hadn't come out yet. Chu Zhenqian gestured to the guards. They nodded, whispered a few words into the car, and guarded the car door not to get out of the car.

Chu Zhenqian: "Where's that Xiyi boy?"

Jiao Huan slapped his head, stepped over the corpse and searched in the car, but found nothing.

"Run away?" Jiao Huan frowned, "It may also be that this person happened to be outside the car when he was attacked."

Chu Zhen said dryly, "Look for it!"

Jiang Xing's identity is not important to Chu Zhenqian, as long as Jiang Xing doesn't reveal his true face to others, he will have more ways to hide his secrets for the rest of his life.

But Yu Qing's famous boy was from Xiyi, although he didn't know whether Yu ordered the question today, or the boy had already recognized Jiang Xing.But as long as this person is captured, Jiang Xing's identity will definitely be made a big fuss about.

Half of the personal guards lit the pine oil torches, and the air was full of pungent smells.

Jiao Huan asked: "If found, how to deal with this person?"

He felt that it was unnecessary to ask this question, after all, Chu Zhengan was not a soft-hearted person.

Chu Zhenqian pondered for a moment, then leaned over to pick up an arrow.

"Thick as a tail finger." He turned over the tail feathers, "Thirty percent heavier than ordinary arrows."

Jiao Huan also picked up an arrow, thoughtful: "If you want to shoot a thick arrow from the woods into the carriage, you must use a heavy bow."

Chu Zhenqian: "Foreman."

Jiao Huan was shocked: "Why are the guards here?"

"We are only half a day away from the capital." Chu Zhen said, "If the imperial guards set off yesterday, and ambushed with weapons and luggage, there is enough time."

"Yesterday..." Jiao Huan said puzzled, "But who can deliver news to the palace?"

"There are countless peasants in the countryside, anyone can do it."

Chu Zhenqian broke the arrow with one hand, his eyes were cold and stern.

There was a commotion beside the convoy, and the guards turned around, dragging a corpse in their hands.

It was the Xiyi boy who didn't die from the arrow.Two fingers of one hand were missing, and they were severed at the root, bleeding profusely.A fatal wound in the throat.

Jiao Huan said with a dark face: "Kill to kill."

Chu Zhenqian looked at the edge of the knife, "The handwriting of the guards."

"Let the guards watch the night, beware of enemy attacks."

Chu Zhengan returned to the carriage and said softly, "It's all right."

The car was quiet, without the sound of a second person breathing.

Shocked, he opened the secret door of the bed.

No one is empty.

Jiang Xing hid in the secret door. He was nervous at first, but later he began to doze off because of the dark environment, and his tail patted his side gently, as if coaxing himself to sleep.

The car door creaked, he suddenly opened his eyes and retracted his tail and ears, listening intently to the movement outside.

It wasn't Chu Zhen who did it.

The sound of this person's breathing was almost silent, and there was no sound after opening the door, most likely he was an assassin who was used to assassinating.

Jiang Xing hesitated for a moment, pushed away the wooden boards on his body, and looked carefully through the cracks.

He won't be killed by mortals, it doesn't matter to see who this person is, maybe he can help Chu Zhengan catch a hidden stake.

The moonlight was shining on the car door, but there was no one there.

Just when Jiang Xing was surprised, the bed was suddenly lifted, one hand tightly covered his mouth and nose, one hand tied his limbs, and slipped out of the car.

Chu Zhenqian was checking the arrow not far away, Jiang Xing opened his eyes wide and wanted to call out, but he couldn't make any sound.

The man carried him to avoid the patrolling guards, took advantage of the night and the scattered carriages as cover, and quickly ran into the forest, pointing his toes, and ran wildly with light work.

But this person didn't carry him on his shoulders, instead he chose to carry him even more strenuously.

Jiang Xing's mind moved, and he probably guessed his origin.

Why did Chu Yan want someone to arrest him?

I don't know how far he ran, the man dropped Jiang Xing, and the young man fell into the pile of dead leaves on the ground, subconsciously leaning against the tree trunk behind him.

Jiang Xing tried his best to open his eyes wide, trying to see who kidnapped him.

"You, why did you hold me hostage?" He said dryly, his voice trembling slightly, obviously terrified.

The man's eyes were cold and emotionless, and he looked him up and down, as if evaluating a piece of meat on the chopping board.

Jiang Xing: "I never harmed anyone, at least tell me why I died before killing me..."

"I won't kill you." The other party's voice was flat, "Answer my question, and I won't kill you."

Jiang Xing nodded quickly, "Say what you say."

Although the young man looked terrified, the hostage-taker frowned, feeling a little awkward.

He calmed down and asked, "Where is the official silver of the Qianbie Court in Chu Town?"

Jiang Xing hesitated, and shrank his neck when he saw the knife light, "It's in a very remote warehouse. I don't know the way, and I can't tell the direction."

The man asked again: "Chu Zhen went to the southeast, did he kill Yan Ji to silence him?"

"No." Jiang Xing shook his head and said, "The prince has never had any relationship with corrupt officials..."

"Why didn't he seize the throne?"

"I don't know, he won't tell me such a secret thing."

"One last thing," the man asked, "do you know what An Yuesong wants to do?"

Jiang Xing replied: "She wants to use the Central Plains to destroy Xiyi."

The man moved slightly, probably remembering that the blade approached Jiang Xing.

Jiang Xing panicked: "No, you won't kill me if you say so!"

Seeing that he didn't retreat, Jiang Xing suddenly said: "Chu Yan asked you to kill me?"

The assassin stopped, as if deliberating.

"You don't need to do unnecessary things, right?" Jiang Xing tentatively said, "You can take me away and lock me up, I can't escape, no matter what Chu Yan wants to do, these two days are enough."

"I thought you had a deep relationship with Chu Zhenqian."

The man's tone finally got emotional, and he mocked: "It turns out that he is still afraid of death."

Jiang Xing remained silent, looking over his shoulder to the back.

The assassin turned his head keenly, but only saw a stunning blade light.

Bright as silver, unstoppable.

He fell to his knees clutching his throat, his trachea ruptured and rattled, and he died soon after.

Jiang Xing moved his wrist and said aggrievedly, "It hurts me so much."

Chu Zhenqian stepped forward to pick him up, cut the rope casually, and strode back.

Jiao Huan turned over the assassin's body with his toes, "My lord, this is Chu Yan's bodyguard."

"This king knows." He scolded coldly, "Dun Yi can't even manage his own son well."

Back in the convoy, Zhang Qiulin stepped forward with a sick look, "My lord, I found it..."

Jiang Xing was coaxed to sleep, and the two talked about the aftermath of Southeast.

Zhang Qiulin took out the account book from his pocket, "Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life."

That day, an official threw the account book into the water in a hurry. Although it was rescued, the ink was smeared and the numbers could not be seen clearly.

Fortunately, Zhang Qiulin was very good at planning, and he did not rest for half a day after being rescued ashore, and repaired the account books one by one overnight.

In this way, there is the last bargaining chip.

When the convoy entered the city gate early in the morning, there were still no pedestrians on the street, and the people were retreating with personal guards, and even the vendors did not set up stalls.

The carriages separate separately.Chu Zhenqian changed into the purple and black court clothes in the car, and said: "Wait for the king in the side hall, and don't leave Jiao Huan's sight."

Jiang Xing had only been held hostage yesterday, so he nodded obediently, "Uncle Emperor, be careful."

Chu Yan and An Yuesong arranged some means to deal with him.

Chu Zhenqian said with a sneer, "We won't fight each other in the palace."

The carriage stopped in the side hall, and Kidou, who had received the news earlier, helped him up, "You are back."

The little girl was going crazy, who knew what the Prince Regent had in mind.

But seeing that Jiang Xing was in good spirits, she was finally relieved.

Jiao Huan said, "Go in and wait."

The carriage turned to the main hall, and all the officials knew that the regent was driving, and they retreated to the sides and waited.

Today is the first court meeting since the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Chu Yan, who had always used various excuses to avoid the court meeting, came early today, casually playing with the jade pendant on his waist, with a frivolous look on his face.

As soon as he saw the movement at the gate of the palace, he knew that Chu Zhengan was here. He smiled slightly, and casually smiled with the officials beside him, "The regent's travels to Southeast County are really fast."

The official Nuonuo bowed his head and even claimed it was.

Chu Yan narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "Don't be afraid, just watch a good show."

He exchanged glances with the inspectors who had been arranged earlier, tacit understanding.

The three of them waited in the side hall for less than 2 minutes before someone knocked on the door.

Jiao Huan frowned and said, "Who?"

"An Yuesong."

He didn't remember who this person was for a while, but Jiang Xing jumped off the soft couch first, went to open the door, and said pleasantly: "You are here!"

It was the princess of Xiyi? !Jiao Huan was shocked, "You..."

An Yuesong gave him a cold look, but he did not forget how Chu Zhengan's subordinates grabbed her roughly.

Jiao Huan: "What's going on?"

Jiang Xing said: "It's a long story."

An Yuesong closed the door, folded her arms and sneered, "Then let me make a long story short."

Jiang Xing smiled and raised his hand, signaling her to be free.

She sat down on the wide chair without any surprise, and said: "I am not some Xiyi princess."

"I'm afraid your prince has already guessed it." She said coldly, "After all, it is recorded in the Xiyi court that An Yuesong died ten years ago, and I named her."

Jiang Xing said "ah", "He already knew?"

"Don't talk if you're stupid." The woman glared at him and continued, "How much did Jiang Xing tell you?"

Jiao Huan couldn't think anymore and shook his head blankly.

An Yuesong said: "He wants to send Chu Zhengan to the throne."

"What?" Jiao Huan exclaimed in a low voice, "He, why should he?"

The woman snorted coldly: "Chu Zhen is doing well...you will know in a while."

However, His Majesty, the inspector had already questioned why there was a missing disaster relief officer in the Chu Zhengan's mansion, and also produced the so-called letters between Yan Ji and him, and even forged accounts, all of which could be matched without any mistakes.

The emperor's face was flushed, and he leaned over and asked, "Chu Zhengan! What else do you have to say?"

Chu Yan was so happy that he didn't want to stand out, and stood in the ranks of officials to watch the excitement.

Chu Zhengan stood alone as the head of the hundred officials, no one dared to approach him, and the officials supported by him were also a little shaken.

The regent's expression remained unchanged, and he asked, "Where is the official bank?"

"I knew you would ask." The inspector said, "Bring it up!"

But the court hall was used as a yamen.

Chu Zhenqian couldn't help but smiled slightly, with extreme contempt, the emperor was so angry and bloody that he coughed again and again.

Prime Minister: "Your Majesty, please take care of yourself!"

A box of snow silver was carried to the main hall, "here is the stolen money!"

At this time, the doctor Yu Shi, who has always been wise and safe, stepped out sideways and sighed: "This box of silver was deliberately left in the cabinet by Yu Shige as a temptation. I didn't expect to see it in Your Majesty's palace."

The entire court was shocked, and the emperor sternly said, "What do you mean!"

The middle-aged man stroked his beard, leaned over and took out a simple piece of silver from the box.

"The disaster relief officer's silver is all branded. This is the last box. I put a stone in it..." He scraped off the silver skin on the surface, and there was a black brown stone underneath.

Chu Zhenqian said with a sneer: "Your Majesty's move is too funny."

Chu Yan's legs went limp in shock, he didn't expect to be slapped here by Chu Zhen.

Doctor Yu Shi nicknamed Lao You Tiao, never made alliances with others, and actually colluded with Chu Zhenqian!

"In this way, there is no need to read the ledger."

One wrong step, one wrong step at a time.

The emperor was panting like a cow, his eyes were blood red, and it was obviously his own people who handled it, so how could Chu Zhengan see through it again?

This idea is obviously An Yuesong and Chu Yan... Could it be that they have turned their backs a long time ago?

The emperor glared at all the officials, only to feel that everyone was lying to him, and no one could trust him in the supreme position.

He suddenly roared: "Forbidden Army! Forbidden Army!"

The prime minister shouted: "Your Majesty!"

"You are also an immortal thing! It is useless!" The emperor shouted violently, and an imperial guard immediately knocked down the veterans of the three dynasties and escorted them down.

The prime minister spat out blood, pointed at the emperor, and closed his eyes dejectedly.

Chu's surname is exhausted...

Chu Yan's complexion changed slightly, and he lowered his head silently, as if he had never been involved in this matter.

The emperor stood up: "Kill Chu Zhenqian!"

However, the imperial guards looked at each other and ignored it.

"Do it! Who is the emperor! Who is the emperor!"

Chu Zhen said dryly, "Enough."

The emperor fell back in his chair, laughing maniacally.

Half of the imperial guards turned against Chu Zhen, and it was so easy to force the pale and weak emperor to curse angrily. A mouthful of black blood.

is poison.

Chu Zhen's ruthlessness and determination are not empty talk.

The servant watched the emperor vomit blood coldly, without saying a word.

That year, the first emperor gave wine, and Chu Zhengan sent another glass of wine to the palace the next day.The servant stuck the new emperor's throat and forcefully poured the poisoned wine into his mouth.The heart, liver, spleen and lungs were all burnt into a ball of waste paper.The already emaciated new emperor has been lingering on the sick bed since then, and has become a half-dead emperor.

He hated Chu Zhengan deeply, and often cursed the late emperor why he didn't just send Chu Zhengan to the west with a glass of poisoned wine, leaving him to torture himself in the court.

But I don't want to lose Chu Zhenqian, his position will only lose faster.I'm afraid the people from Xiyi would have killed him in the palace and hung him up for public display.

The emperor threw him away, slumped on the seat, and asked with closed eyes, "Where's An Yuesong?"

"I don't know."

The waiter walked to the table, poured a cup of tea slowly, and sprinkled the powdered traditional Chinese medicine in the sleeve.

When the emperor heard the noise, he only mocked, "Can't he wait half a day?"

"Your Majesty is wrong," the servant said with a smile, "this cup is prepared for you by the slave."

Holding tea, he walked to the emperor step by step, his voice delicate, "Your Majesty, do you still remember Xuezhen?"

"It's okay if you don't remember." He said with a smile, "After you drink the poison, the servant will tell you a little bit."

The emperor's eyes were about to burst, but he was powerless to resist the strength of his servants.

The poisonous tea was scalding hot, burning the esophagus sticky.

He stared at the beam, only to feel that he had suddenly returned to the scene of being held down and drugged with alcohol on the day he ascended the throne.

The servant is still talking about a woman, saying that she is just a little maid who has never made a mistake.It's a pity to be assigned to the East Palace...

What happened today was so bizarre that all the officials couldn't recover after retreating in panic. Looking up at the sky, they only knew that the sky in the Central Plains should have changed.

As soon as the servant came to report, Jiao Huan took Jiang Xing to the main hall.

Chu Yan hadn't left yet, and was reprimanded by Princess Dunyi with his head down. He looked like a rooster in the water. I'm afraid he would never step into the court meeting again in his next life.

The princess turned her head to see Jiang Xing, snorted coldly, dragged Chu Yan out of the hall, and did not say goodbye to Chu Zhenqian.

Chu Zhenqian raised his hand to Jiang Xing and said, "Come on."

He held a blank imperial decree in one hand, and he was not in a hurry to write it.

Anyway, the rest of the imperial guards in the palace didn't dare to talk nonsense, so Jiang Xing ran over and hugged him, flattering him, "Say it first, don't be angry with me."

Jiang Xing was taken aback suddenly, "Wait...why..."

Chu Zhenqian: "This king does not intend to become emperor, and what he has done today is only to avenge his father and son for ten years."

Jiang Xing's eyes widened, and he said anxiously: "Isn't it right? Then am I wasting my time?"

"It's not helping." Chu Zhenqian pursed his lips slightly, without reprimanding him.

Jiang Xing glanced left and right, leaned into his ear and whispered, "But if you don't become the emperor, I won't be lucky."

"so?"

Jiang Xing's eyes were tangled, "I, I have to find someone else..."

The voice gradually became lower under Chu Zhenqian's calm eyes.

Chu Zhen said: "Do you know why the king is unwilling?"

Jiang Xing shook his head, "Why?"

The regent threw the edict aside.

"This king still wants to marry you."

[Congratulations to the player Jiang Xing for his successful strategy, and the follow-up plot calculation is in progress...]

Just when the audience was about to worry about Xingwang having a convulsion, it suddenly stood up and said quickly:

[The calculation of the follow-up plot is successful, but some content cannot be broadcast. Do you want to check the follow-up plot? 】

This is the first time.

【Look and see! 】

【It’s good to have an appetizer, hehe】

Jiang Xing hesitated for a moment, seeing that the administrator didn't stop him, he chose to check.

Red, overwhelming red.

On that day of great rejoicing, the Prince Regent's Mansion almost used up all the red silk in the world, and the whole city was filled with red.

He was being led to walk on the red silk, and the surroundings were full of gongs and drums.

[It turned out to be a big wedding? ?This hero is too lucky]

[The stars are going to wear wedding dresses to make people suck again]

Jiang Xing said helplessly: "Don't make trouble."

There is no hijab, which is also a favorite clothing for men.He looked sideways and saw Chu Zhengan wearing red for the first time.

The auditorium was in front of him, and the regent asked with a smile, "What?"

Jiang Xing pursed his lips and said, "A little nervous."

The handshake is warm and strong.

Jiang Xing didn't understand Gu Lanxing's rules, and was dragged by Chu Zhengan through the process, and was taken to the bedroom in a daze.

He had just been toasted with two glasses of wine by Zhou Jingyun and others, and he was spinning and unsteady, leaning on Chu Zhengan with most of his body, unconsciously rubbing his cheek against him.

Chu Zhen said with a dry smile, "We'll be there soon."

He used to be unsmiling, but today he seems to have used all the laughter he has had in the past few decades.

"So dizzy." Jiang Xing complained, suddenly her hair arched, and a pair of white pointed ears appeared.

Jiao Huan was startled in the back, and almost drew his sword at each other.

It is true in the strange novels!If you marry a monster, you will change your original shape on the day of your wedding!

Before he could react, a long snow-white tail emerged from the hem of his clothes, and Chu Zhen held down the root of the tail, "Don't lift it."

Jiang Xing was drunk, who cares what he said, his tail flicked and Chu Zhengan's arm went numb.

The back of Xipao was raised, Jiao Huan's body was faster than his brain, and as soon as his tail moved, he turned around and faced the pillar in a daze.

When the two left, they still haven't recovered.

The prince already knew!

Chu Zhenqian managed to throw the drunk cat on the bed, the young man hugged the quilt comfortably, his tail playfully hooked the bed curtain and the happy bell, and there was a crisp sound.

He squinted his eyes with a smile, his phoenix eyes were shining, and his tail was even more exciting.

Chu Zhen coaxed him to drink the last glass of Hejin wine, but the cat refused and spilled most of it, and finally had to talk to each other.

Jiang Xing's ears drooped, and he said, "I don't like it."

"No more." Chu Zhen smiled dryly, and extinguished the candles in the room with a flick of his finger.

"Are your ears okay?"

Jiang Xing flicked his tail, deftly pushed aside his ears and hair, "Good morning."

"That's good."

The tea stem on the ear was pulled out, Jiang Xing was itchy and tilted his head, "What are you doing?"

Chu Zhenqian took out the warm water bell that he had prepared earlier from his sleeve, and coaxed, "Wear this."

Jiang Xing opened his eyes wide and misty, "It's not for wearing."

Chu Zhen was slightly taken aback.

The cat's tail snatched the bell from his hand, and shrank it back under his robe.

The young man blinked innocently, "It's here."

【Understood, let's go dreaming】

【Haha, I'm white again (no emotion)

【Damn it, when will I see—the stars】

【I've been caught by the river, don't even think about it】

In the end, of course, the giant clam also retreated from the wrist, and went where it shouldn't go.

The cat stretched its body comfortably, hooked Chu Zhengan's neck with its long tail, and said with a soft smile, "Uncle Huang is so kind."

"In the future, you shouldn't be called Uncle Huang."

The long tail was tightened, and the wet cat hair hooked the throat.

"Don't even think about it."

As for calling someone to rectify in the end, he had to obediently cry and call out the new title.