The salted fish script was played by me [Transmigration Book]

An Xin recuperated in the mansion for a few days, and He Yanzhi's energy recovered as before, and it was no problem to single out dozens of people.

So much so that when he followed Xiao Hongyin in ambush outside the palace, he once asked Xiao Hongyin if there was any chance for him to do it.

"Could it be that you are addicted to fighting?" Xiao Hongyin worriedly covered He Yanzhi's forehead, not feeling anything unusual.

He Yanzhi let him make trouble on his face, and he had already thought about the route back to Dongzhou after the incident was over.

When he returned to Beijing, he stopped by and found a place with pleasant mountains and rivers in Dongzhou, as a place for the two of them to live in the future, and it was also close to Miaojiang and Mili, where old friends could get together from time to time.

Thinking of this, He Yanzhi couldn't wait to start and finish the job as soon as possible.

It was rare for Xiao Hongyin to see him so excited, so he waited patiently for the opportunity with a few coaxing words.

It's dark tonight, leaden clouds cover the moon, and the wind rustles through the treetops.

Outside the bedroom, in the dark, black armor elites lined up like chess pieces, and outside this layer of encirclement was another layer of dead soldiers.

The praying mantis is in front, and the oriole is behind.

A figure walked through the corridor and came to the door of the empty bedroom. When he pushed the door and walked in, a thunderbolt exploded in the sky, and the cloud light exploded, and then the pale light was swallowed into the long-accumulated heavy clouds.

"Cough...cough..."

He Yao lay on the bed and stared at the bed curtain. After hearing someone coming in, he turned his head to look at the person with difficulty.

"Yu'er, you... are here, I thought... cough cough cough..."

He Yu was holding the black medicine in his hand. He came to the bed and put the medicine bowl on the bedside.

"Father is in good health."

Hearing the usual greetings, He Yao thought he was still a few years ago in a trance: "Okay... Father and Emperor are well..."

However, this was just his illusion. He waited for a long time, but He Yu did not give him medicine.

"Since everything is fine, Father, I think he should be able to write about it."

Like an ice pick piercing the bone, He Yao was brought back to reality from the good memories by this sentence.

He opened his heavy eyelids and saw He Yu talking to himself with a smile.

"Yu'er, what do you mean by that..."

He Yu smiled and said: "Father, you don't need to open your mouth. The servants know what Father means, and have already prepared paper and pen for Father."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and went to the table to fetch the prepared imperial decree, and unhurriedly in front of He Yao, dipped the pen full of ink and handed it to him.

"In the past, the emperor promised his son that he would make up for everything he lost."

He Yu didn't wait for He Yao to react, and stuffed the pen into his hand, with a calm expression on his face, as if he didn't know what he was doing: "The Son of Heaven keeps his promises, but the Emperor can do it!" Don't break your word."

He Yao looked at the pen in his hand, then closed his eyes again.

In front of him was the darkness he was familiar with, and on the other side of the darkness was the only girl he ever loved.

"Father is old and can't remember many things clearly, but seeing you, Yu'er, is like seeing your mother again..."

He Yao sat on the throne in a daze, and for some reason, he married five women in one night, and had to report to his mother every day in daily life.

From then on, everything in the palace became dead in his eyes.

Except for those little maids who have just entered the palace, there is still vitality brought from outside the palace.

He Yu's biological mother was the most energetic girl he had ever seen.

"Father suddenly said this, is it because he wants to break his promise?" The smile on He Yu's face froze, and he looked at He Yao with ice-cold eyes.

As if He Yao didn't hear what he said, Gu Zi talked about his relationship with He Yu's biological mother, from acquaintance to falling in love, to being forced to separate under the pressure of the Queen Mother. The sentence He Yao repeated the most was: "It's my fault that I didn't Protect her."

"In order to keep you alive, I sent someone to send you to Xizhou. I knelt in front of the queen mother's hall for three days and three nights. Who would have thought that the queen mother would still refuse to let her go... It's all... It's all my useless ..."

He Yao confessed his past, but He Yu had already clenched his fists: "Enough!"

He Yao was taken aback for a moment, seeing that the smile on He Yu's face had disappeared.

"Father has the time to remember, so it's not too late to write the imperial edict first. If father really can't afford to write, I'm willing to do it for you."

As he said that, He Yu grabbed the pen and began to write on the imperial edict. He Yao opened his eyes and saw that the handwriting was exactly the same as his own.

"It turns out...you have already prepared..."

From time to time, He Yu finished writing the imperial edict, and looked back at He Yao: "Father is too famous, but it is just a method that father used."

Immediately afterwards, He Yu stamped the imperial edict with the jade seal with ease. To a certain extent, this is no longer a false imperial edict.

He Yao watched him finish all this like this, and suddenly stood up on his own for a moment, and threw himself in front of He Yu.

And He Yu didn't look at it, and pushed him to the side of the bed with a flick of his hand.

"You! Yu'er!"

He Yao shouted in pain, at the same time, a dazzling white light flashed outside the hall, and another thunder blasted in everyone's ears.

"coming."

He Yanzhi hid in the dark, and after seeing the thunder, the black-armored elites came out together. He Sheng was wearing armor and led someone to kick open the door of the palace, rushed in and surrounded He Yu.

"Father, my servant came too late to save you!"

He Sheng gave an order, and the elite black armors in the surrounding circle aimed their swords at He Yu and He Yao at the same time.

"Sheng'er..."

He Yao fell on the side of the bed, leaning against the hard bed, as if a sharp sword was pressed against his spine, he called He Sheng, but after He Sheng finished yelling, he never looked at him again.

"Bold He Yu, dare to forge the imperial decree and try to force the palace, what crime should he deserve!"

He Yu couldn't help laughing when he saw that the imperial brother, who used to be weak and weak, dared to point a sword at him at this time, "Is there any evidence for what the emperor said?"

He Sheng seemed to have heard something ridiculous: "Evidence? Isn't the evidence in your hands!"

"Brother Huang, you mean this?"

As He Yu said that, he shook the imperial decree in front of everyone, He Sheng took a closer look, and unexpectedly saw his own name written on it.

"He Yu, what do you mean?!"

There was an accident in the situation, and He Sheng's heart was also raised, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

He Yu saw his reaction in his eyes, spread his hands, and said with a smile:

"Brother Huang, haven't you understood yet? You were the one who led the troops into the Holy Majesty's bedroom, and you are also the name on this false edict, and I'm just here to feed my father the medicine."

When He Sheng heard the words, he immediately understood that he was being calculated, but it was obviously not the case when Xiao Hongyin told him before.

"Impossible! Xiao Hongyin won't lie to this king, don't try to struggle in vain, come and take down the rebels!"

Seeing that He Sheng was as easy to deceive as ever, He Yu felt a tinge of joy in his heart.

"Your life is in my hands now, I advise you to give up as soon as possible, the emperor brother will consider leaving your whole body!"

He Sheng was still immersed in the fantasy that he was about to win, and He Yu didn't waste any more time: "Brother Huang, don't be in a hurry, I should be the one to say this."

So before the elite Heijia could attack, a group of dead soldiers armed with knives suddenly poured into the hall and surrounded He Sheng's people, completely turning the situation around.

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! You...you tell me, why?!"

In a panic, He Sheng threw the sword in his hand, just in front of He Yu, and he silently picked it up.

"Because Xiao Hongyin belongs to this king."

Every word pierced into the heart, and He Sheng stopped breathing.

"So...he came to me to cooperate, it was your instruction..."

"That's right, Brother Huang is very smart."

He Yu clapped his hands, and those dead soldiers dealt with all the black armor elites.

Right now, in this huge sleeping hall, He Sheng is standing alone in a pool of blood.

The thunder exploded again, but this time, nothing happened.

He Yu looked at the ashen-faced He Sheng, and suddenly felt a little sympathy: "If the emperor has a last wish, you can tell me, and the emperor will try his best to satisfy you."

He Sheng laughed out loud when he heard his words, and the laughter kept echoing in the dormitory, like howling from the graveyard.

He Yao, who was forgotten by the side, shed tears unknowingly.

He Sheng was still laughing non-stop, and finally fixed his gaze on He Yu's face.

He Yu didn't care what he thought of him, and said a little impatiently: "Since Brother Huang didn't ask, then let's go."

As soon as he finished speaking, the soldiers raised their knives and approached He Sheng.

Another white light flashed outside the hall, shining on He Yu's smiling face. Under his friendly gaze, He Sheng was knocked down to the ground, with the blade aimed at his fragile neck.

"The prince, He Sheng, attempted to rebel and beheaded in front of the palace as a sacrifice to the wrath of heaven."

He Yu's ghostly words spread from inside and outside the hall.

Following the sound of the palace door being completely kicked open, a sword flew straight in, passing through the surrounding dead soldiers and heading straight towards He Yu.

"clang--"

He Yu raised his hand to block it, and the two swords staggered and buzzed.

"It's you?"

He Yu saw Xiao Hongyin walking into the hall unhurriedly, accompanied by a familiar person.

"You are here too."

He Yanzhi was happy to see He Yu's surprised expression, and replied: "Is the prince not happy to meet you, old friend?"

He Yu looked him up and down, and saw that the other party was radiant and in good spirits, so he made a guess.

"Unexpectedly, you actually found the antidote. The traitor Jie Li gave it to you?"

"Yes, he entrusted it to me in a dream after he became a ghost."

He Yanzhi was surprised that He Yu didn't know that Jieli was dead, and looked back at Xiao Hongyin, who met his gaze and blinked.

He Yu was just a little surprised when he heard the words, but now that the overall situation is under control, he doesn't care about the affairs between them.

"So the two of you are here to accompany Brother Huang on the road?" As he spoke, he glanced at He Sheng who was still kneeling on the ground, his eyes were blank, and he was dumbstruck.

"wrong."

He Yanzhi smiled slightly, and under the white light, he was so breathtakingly beautiful: "We are here to send you on your way."

He Yu only said that he said harsh words, and after a moment of distraction, he actually had the urge to snatch him away.

Xiao Hongyin didn't speak, but he couldn't understand He Yu's expression very clearly. He immediately raised his hand to reveal the token in his hand.

"Take it."

With just a few words, those dead soldiers put their knives on He Yu's body as if they were being manipulated, before he could react.

Not only He Yu was dumbfounded by this accident, but everyone except Xiao Hongyin and He Yao froze in place.

"This……"

He Yu stared at Xiao Hongyin with wide eyes, but the other party smiled and said nothing.

"Cough cough cough..."

When everyone was silent, He Yao coughed violently. After coughing up a few mouthfuls of blood, he silently looked at He Yu: "It's my people...cough cough cough, except for me, anyone who is not good for me , kill them all...cough cough cough cough..."

So, that's why they killed the black armor elite just now, they didn't obey their orders at all!

He Yu suddenly became angry and coughed up blood. He looked at He Yao with red eyes: "So you already knew..."

He Yao managed to squeeze out a smile: "Yes, silly boy, father actually... understands everything..."

"Heh." He Yu laughed instantly, as if he had foreseen this ending a long time ago: "Yes, I'm stupid, so stupid that I planned carefully for half my life, and in the end it was nothing."

"Yu'er, it's all my father's fault, my father shouldn't..."

"To shut up!"

He Yu looked at him coldly, and stabbed Zhu Xinyan into his spine word by word.

"If you really repented, you wouldn't be in the current situation."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the dead soldiers surrounding him, their brows were filled with loyalty to the royal family.

So He Yu smiled, and met Xiao Hongyin's gaze: "I lost. These people have trained well. In the next life, you will teach me."

He Yanzhi didn't understand what he meant, but saw that He Yu suddenly grabbed the knife by his neck and slapped it hard. The blade sank deeply into the flesh and blood, and he fell down.

"No! Yu'er!—"

He Yao was heartbroken, seeing his son die in front of his eyes, his throat was blocked for a while and he was about to suffocate.

Xiao Hongyin stood where he was, stretched out his arms to embrace He Yanzhi and took him into his arms.He Yanzhi didn't refuse, and leaned into his arms.

"You shouldn't have said that to me."

Xiao Hongyin looked at He Yu's corpse on the ground, but he didn't feel like getting revenge.

He Yanzhi hugged him tightly, patted his back gently and comforted him softly.

Xiao Hongyin lowered his head and rubbed his temples, smelling the fragrance of his hair, his dull heart eased a lot.

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