[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy Game

Fengjiang water is cold, he knows, Mr. is afraid of cold, he also knows.

But why, even if you are afraid of the cold, you have to throw yourself into the river?

Some ministers said that this is Ming Zhi.

Some ministers said that this is fear of crime.

All the secret guards were sent to investigate, and many people were called to investigate on the surface, and finally it was found out that Xiangguo's parents were priests from the previous dynasty and were killed by his father. Jiang Wuyuan was related to many people. But it has nothing to do with Funing.

Therefore, he has been staying under the son of the enemy who destroyed the family, and has been serving the country wholeheartedly. Xiangguo is afraid that he really has no selfishness.

All the ministers were silent, and only after death was everyone's approval.

Relying on the letter in the kit, Funing was defeated, and a treaty of eternal friendship between the two countries was made. Because Jiang Wuyuan died on the road, Funing had nothing to say.

But the emperor was decadent.

The woman who collaborated with the enemy and treason was established as the queen. Some people in the palace who knew some gossip said that it was because the woman's eyebrows and eyes looked three points like the deceased Xiangguo.

Although the ministers disagreed and wanted to sentence Su Yangqing to death, they were all dismissed by Bo Yicheng with a sneer. The ministers thought that the woman would make a fortune by virtue of her beauty, but unexpectedly it was the beginning of Su Yangqing's nightmare.

Bo Yicheng began to force Su Yangqing to wear a mask to dance, but Su Yangqing's daughter body would never be able to dance Jiang Wureen's graceful, too soft, charming but vulgar.

Jumping over and over again, I can't stop until my feet are bleeding.

In addition to dancing, there are also tea, chess, and even commenting on state affairs. If there is a slight difference, it will provoke scolding or whipping, and the scars on the body will never disappear.How could Su Yangqing be better than Guo Jiang Wuyuan?

In the position of the queen, living prisoners are not as good.

Su Yangqing wanted to resist, but as a woman, it was impossible to defeat the guards, even if she wanted to die many times, she would be beaten more severely. The more times, the light in her eyes would no longer shine. No matter what Bo Yicheng told her, she would how.

In the next few years, Bo Yicheng began to neglect her, treating her only as a toy to vent his desire, but Su Yangqing never had children.

Bo Yicheng has set up many concubines. In the eyes of the ministers, the emperor has recently neglected the government and has been licentious in the harem. Only Si Jialan knows that Bo Yicheng has not even touched a single concubine.

The weather in Yaotian is still good, but the time and place are not harmonious, and people in the border town began to starve to death.Corrupt officials emerge in endlessly because the sky is high and the emperor is far away, not to mention that the emperor has now become a faint king.

In this way, two years later, the common people complained, and the royal family aroused public anger.

The overthrow of the dynasty was nothing more than an uprising.

Bo Yicheng Xindi was imprisoned in the prison for the rest of his life, Si Jialan was also implicated and imprisoned in the Chenwang Mansion, never to take a step forward.

Si Jialan almost knelt down to the new emperor, buried her head, and begged him to bring Bo Yicheng's things back to the Chen Palace.

The new emperor agreed, perhaps because of Si Jialan's character, or because he would not have any more troubles when he was at the end of his life.

When the eunuch came out of the palace where Bo Yicheng was once treated, he just brought out a lot of paintings, and these were the only things left by Bo Yicheng.

The three boxes were heavy, and Si Jialan asked her servants to take them over, untied the prince's token and placed them on the ground smoothly.

"what do you mean?"

Si Jialan knelt on the ground and did not raise his head when the new emperor asked a question, but his voice was not as free and easy as before: "Today, the Caomin returned to King Chen, and I hope His Majesty can send me to Ancheng."

"Ancheng?" The new emperor asked suspiciously, "Why did you go to such a far place? If you want to resign from the position of prince, I can give you a rich territory."

"No need, Your Majesty, Caomin went to Ancheng because..." Si Jialan looked at the token from the corner of her eye, as if the three of them recited poems and painted together in the past, but now things are different, "Caomin has old friends buried there. "

The new emperor finally agreed, and rewarded him with a piece of land and money, and Si Jialan embarked on the road to Ancheng.

The things that the emperor rewarded were enough for the whole family to live in peace. Si Jialan specially set up a room for Bo Yicheng's paintings. Every day he either went to Jiang's house to visit old friends, or just looked at those paintings in the room.

There are a lot of paintings, one box is the painting of flowers and birds, and there are two boxes, the content is only one.

Is a person, alone without eyebrows.

The person in the painting is lifelike, some are drinking tea, some are meditating, some are smiling, some are looking into the distance, there are front and back views, there are playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but more often they are dancing.

The gorgeous clothes are fluttering, and the ankle bells are exquisite, as if you can still hear the crisp bells. The man is wearing a mask, and his figure is like a frightened bird, dancing all over the city.

Si Jialan had seen Bo Yicheng draw this painting with his own eyes. At that time, he was surrounded by balls of paper and his clothes were stained with color.

In those few years, Bo Yicheng never went to the harem, but painted in his own palace day and night.

While drawing, he muttered to himself: "It's not like, it's not like at all."

"Yi Cheng..." Si Jialan stood at the door and said worriedly, "Your Majesty! State affairs still need you to decide!"

"Why doesn't the painting look like...why I don't look like the painting!" Crumpled the paper into a ball, threw it on the ground, spread out a sheet carefully, and inked it carefully.

But after a while, Bo Yicheng's face was covered with tears, and with trembling hands, he picked up the paper on the table to show Si Jialan, and grinned: "Isn't it a bit similar?"

The person in the painting is graceful, but the proficient lines have not drawn eyebrows and eyes, which has lost its charm.

"Yi Cheng..." Si Jialan's appearance made him feel very uncomfortable, "Wu Yuan definitely doesn't want to see you like this..."

"Si Jialan!" Bo Yicheng put the painting back on the table, rushed over and grabbed his collar: "Go and find me the best painter! No, no," he suddenly denied, "I haven't seen the painter before." He definitely can't draw it..."

Bo Yicheng only felt weakness in his limbs, his hand holding Si Jialan's collar slowly slipped, and he fell to the ground with his eyes lost.

"I lost him..." Tears flowed down involuntarily, and wet the clothes, "I lost my husband! I lost him! Blame me! Blame me...blame me...my I should have believed him! I should have believed it!"

The whimpering crash became heart-rending.

But after crying, he picked up the brush again, and smudged the paper again, stroke by stroke, until late at night.

Back to the present, Si Jialan stared at the painting fixedly.

Without eyebrows and eyes, there is still a lack of charm, all the paintings about him are like this, maybe Bo Yicheng dare not draw, maybe he can't bear to draw, but Si Jialan knows that no one in the world can completely describe that person, because there is no one. People can see the inner temperament of that person.

That smiling mask made him never reveal his thoughts.They never knew him, his sincerity to Yaotian, and his sincerity to the emperor.

Every time I look at a painting, I bring up thoughts, and I sit like this for a long time, day after day.

The dungeon is dark and damp. Bo Yicheng has disheveled hair and is as messy as a beggar. He can only be accompanied by cockroaches and mice every day. He once asked the guard for a pen and ink, but the man refused. He searched all over to no avail and stared blankly at the wall , Finally one day he came up with a way.

Cut your fingers with the fine stones in the prison, and draw on the wall with blood, but if this is the case, you can't make a mistake in that stroke.

Three months later, the new emperor learned that Bo Yicheng in the prison had died.

He didn't care at first, and wanted to order the eunuch to burn the bad luck, but he heard the eunuch said that there were pictures of beauties on the wall in the room where Bo Yicheng was.

In order to see what happened, Xindi specially went to the prison in person.

Bo Yicheng was sitting next to the painting, still looking downcast, with countless scabs on his exposed arms, varying in depth and size, and the latest one was still bleeding.

The smell of blood lingers around him, he hangs his head and smiles, the blood is still cold, and the tears are still wet.

The new emperor had someone pull him away in disgust, and then looked up at the painting. Every stroke in the painting was dark red, and some places had turned black. There was a man in the painting.

The man was dressed in regular clothes but couldn't hide his gorgeous face, and the hair on his fingertips was amazing.The corners of the mouth of the person in the painting are raised as if talking about something, and the eyes are slender and slender at the end, and the eyes are calm and seem to be full of heat.

Just this pair of eyes alone can be called peerless.

The new emperor hurriedly asked if there was such a person in the palace, and the eunuch replied——

He had met a long time ago, this man was the former Prime Minister.

She has never been astonishingly talented, and she has been sincerely serving the country all her life. On the way to the enemy country, she threw herself into the river to show her loyalty.

That person's name is Jiang Wuyuan.

"Actors also have the heart to serve the country."

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"The subject is for Yaotian, and for His Majesty."

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"It was you who once said you believed in me, and now you are putting me to death!"

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"You failed me too."

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Bo Yicheng sat on the ground, his words, his face, and his every move lingered in his mind like a nightmare.He stroked the face of the person in the painting with clean hands, and his cautious smile was extremely fragile, "I know I was wrong, and I will apologize to you in the next life... okay?"