The boss always wants to kill me

In the Golden Luan Hall, the emperor said solemnly: "Teacher Li, you have been an official for decades, yet there are still such flaws in the judgment of the case, which caused the death of Prime Minister He's family and caused the court to lose a great talent. What should we do?"

no!It was clearly a felony of framing, but it turned out to be a simple misjudgment.The joy of Cang Bi's superiority was blown away by the emperor's in-person drinking.

"I deserve death for my crimes!" Li Lingyue kowtowed to the ground, "I implore Your Majesty to withhold my three-year salary and hand it over to the treasury for disaster relief."

The three-year salary of the Tai Tuo is by no means a small amount, and this old-fashioned old story has no value compared with Li Lingyue's status. .

Compared with the ones he embezzled, the three-year salary is a drop in the bucket!Cang Bi was so startled by the sudden change of situation that she could hardly speak.

Doctor Yushi continued to report the results of the review: "The person who blamed Prime Minister He was also found out. The chief ambassador was Jing Zhaoyin, who was just beheaded last month. His servants have already testified. The other five co-participants ..."

The names in the newspaper were all the officials who were questioned under various names back then, except for Li Lingyue’s name. Cangbi interrupted Doctor Yushi’s meaningless summary: “Brother Emperor, the chief envoy is clearly Li Lingyue…”

"Cheng Si, you're confused again!" The emperor interrupted him sharply, "The case has been clarified, don't ask any more questions!"

"Brother Huang, how can you be so indiscriminate between right and wrong!" Cang Bi became dizzy, completely ignoring that if anyone who said these words was present except Li Lingyue and herself, it would be a crime of beheading.

"Bold!" Zhao Chengyin slapped the dragon chair again, and there was a slap that echoed in the huge hall, "Come here, the prince is not feeling well, take him back to the palace."

The eunuch next to the emperor sent two guards into the palace, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, they dragged Cang Bi, who was still protesting angrily, out of the hall.

Cangbi tilted her head, glaring at Li Lingyue, but saw that he was also looking back at her, with a victorious smile on his lips.

Once outside the gate of the palace, seeing the waiting figure, Cangbi's struggle immediately stopped.

How should I put it... Wuming's anger will never be inferior to him, so how should I word it so that he will not do too extreme things.

"Is it over?" Wuming asked, "How?"

Cangbi bit her lip and hesitated for a long while before getting into the sedan chair. In short, she left the place of right and wrong first, and went back to the palace to make a long-term plan: "Mr. He's case is over, your father was wronged."

"Where's Li Lingyue? How does the emperor judge him?" Wuming looked straight ahead, without any disturbance in his eyes, as if he was reciting a line that had been deeply hidden in his heart.

"The king is tired, let's talk about it when we go back to the palace." Cangbi pretended to be sleepy and narrowed her eyes, peeking at Wuming's expression.

"The emperor sentenced him lightly? Or..." Wuming didn't look at Cangbi, "He was not convicted at all."

Cangbi was speechless and could only persuade: "It's just not decided yet."

"The emperor won't convict him." Wuming stopped, being pulled away by the proud son who continued on, "The emperor won't kill him."

"It's just uncertain at the moment, so don't be impatient." Cangbi called to stop the sedan chair.

"The emperor will not kill." Wuming remained unmoved, looked down at the white marble floor tiles on the ground, and slowly raised his head, his eyes were colder than the frozen lake in the twelfth lunar month, "I will kill."

"Master!" Cang Bi turned over and stretched out her hand to pull the man. Where could she catch up, Wuming had already turned into a gust of wind, and swept away several feet in three or two steps, with a jagged rockery in the imperial garden between her feet, heading towards the Chaotang .

The bodyguards originally sent by the emperor to protect Cangbi were all withdrawn after frankly and honestly confirming that Wuming would not be detrimental to the royal family. Rushing to the court, murdering a minister is already a felony, plus committing the murder in the palace, the crime is aggravated, I am afraid that Wuming has several heads that are not enough to cut off, I just hope that the situation can be restored before he makes a big mistake .

However, it was too late.

Before Cangbi rushed to the main hall, what he saw was Li Lingyue who had died on the white floor tiles, while Wuming stood standing with his sword surrounded by dozens of inner guards, his face was as bright red as a courtier's and ordinary people's. Blood, to which the sword is pointing, is the guard who is loyal to the country and earns a salary to support his family.

"Stop!" Cangbi yelled loudly, rushed into the gap between the two guards, grabbed the long sword from one of them, took the nameless hand, and slashed in the direction of no one in a haphazard manner, creating a slash. Dao, blocking Wuming's side with his body, blocking the other side with his sword, breaking out of the encirclement.

With the kung fu of this three-legged cat, I am afraid that the princes and ministers who have practiced martial arts in the field can stop it, but the status of the prince is in the front. Without the emperor's order, no one dares to take the risk of hurting the prince. He can only keep it for about ten feet. distance, follow closely.

"Cheng Si, step back!" Zhao Chengyin couldn't hide his anger, "He Lang is above the court, killing the court's loyalists, and he should be punished for the crime. As a prince, how can you protect the sinner!"

"Brother Huang, should Li Lingyue die? You know in your heart that He Lang's revenge has been avenged and he will no longer threaten the royal family. Just let him go." Cangbi begged tremblingly, but without any hope, relying With his own identity, leading Wuming, he rushed towards the distant palace gate, "You go out of the palace, to the ends of the earth, but don't go back to the capital again, I will protect you from death, I will protect you from death."

"Wanggui." Wuming could have run much faster than Cangbi, but he just matched his pace, without any intention of taking his life, "You know why I told you to forget to return."

"Why?" Cangbi asked while panting.

Wuming took a deep breath and let it out again, as if he had settled all the entanglements of his life in one breath: "If you keep forgetting your identity and never remember coming back, but I forget my hatred and just live in that small In a private house, secretly stealing from the rich and helping the poor, and acting as a fake couple on the surface, there is nothing wrong with it.

"But my revenge must be avenged. I also know that this hatred must be exchanged with my life. It's just that I used you. I'm sorry."

"Don't talk about these useless things, your life will be fine, and you will be fine when you leave the palace gate. From now on, you will have nothing to do with everything in the palace." The two passed the palace road between the vermilion high walls. Less than a few tens of feet away, as long as you break through the front door, you will be alive. Cangbi looks back frequently, and the guards behind have already caught up.

"Is it nothing to do with you?" Wuming stopped in his tracks, "Would you like to leave the palace with me?"

"I wish." Cangbi tugged at him at a loss, but couldn't move at all. The black bracelet on his wrist hit the hilt of the sword, knocking him to remember his long-forgotten original purpose, and he was so anxious that he couldn't choose a word, "You You haven't let me kiss you yet, you have to stay here well, and I have to go back well, I..."

The guard No. 1 rushed to the palace wall with one foot, jumped up, and stabbed Wuming's back with his long sword flying.

"Be careful!" Cangbi leaned to the side without thinking, and saw that her body was about to cut between the short-eyed long sword and Wuming.

A trace of struggle flashed in Wuming's eyes, faster than the shadow of a sword, and the next moment, he turned his hand and pulled Cangbi back, protecting the person who was half a head shorter than himself in front of him. Cut through the front of Cangbi's chest.

This is only the first sword, only to hear Zhao Chengyin's order not far away: "Don't hurt the prince!"

Afterwards, more than a dozen guards rushed forward, their swords raining down on Wuming's broad back.

"No..." The green eyes opened blankly, watching the blood gushing out of Wuming's mouth uncontrollably, spraying on the cheeks one by one, and the whole piece of clothes was wet, which was stained with blood. Seeing through, the pair of mo pupils that were so dark that there was no trace of a strange color looked at him intently, overlapping with the memory of a long time ago.

"It's good that you're fine." That was Lian Yun's voice.