The king is a rebellious minister

After passing Luohe, the rebel army marched eastward all the way, captured 21 cities, and finally came to the imperial capital.

The army is pressing down on the border, but the imperial city is not under martial law, and even the officers and soldiers come and go as usual.

Tang Xin had an intuition that something was wrong. This posture was like opening the city gate to welcome the rebels into the city.

Is it another conspiracy?He knew that Bai Yujian's resourcefulness was by no means inferior to his.

But those who have died once are not afraid of taking risks, as the saying goes, how can you catch a tiger if you don't enter the tiger's den.

So he disguised himself and entered the imperial capital with several masters around him and Mr. Qu.

Everything seemed so peaceful that even the guards' interrogation was hasty.

Mr. Qu bathed and burned incense, and walked into the mansion of the coach of the forbidden army, but he talked a lot, and then mentioned the name of King Tangshan.

Even he had to sigh that the Tangshan King was the real aspiration of the people and the destiny of the people.

If he hadn't occupied the magpie's nest at this moment, then Li Yiming, the king of Chu who died young and died with hatred, would be such a pitiful and pitiful character.

It's not that I didn't think about it, where did the original Tangshan King go.

But at this moment, Tang Xin's heart was as cold as iron.The real Tang Xin may have dissipated long ago, or may be hiding somewhere in this body.

But in any case, he will not give up the chance of living to others.

Perhaps today, the cold-blooded and selfish factor has truly awakened in him.

When leaving the mansion, he accidentally bumped into the guard of honor of the King of Chu.

All the servants shouted in front of a carriage with two shafts, and the puppet sat under the canopy, wearing a 24-beam-to-the-sky crown, with big sleeves covered with snow-covered wreaths, and the sleeves were covered with a layer of tulle. It's like a dream.

His sitting posture is quite like a gorgeous statue.Coupled with the purple smoke lingering in the Pixiu stove, it is no different from the Bodhisattva in the temple.

Tang Xin mixed in with the crowd of onlookers, sizing up Wang with impunity.This experience of looking up at oneself through the perspective of others is very strange.

He immediately recognized that the person sitting in the royal chariot was not himself.

The no here refers to his demeanor and charm.

But at a glance, every inch of body, hair and skin, from the unnaturally tilted left shoulder due to old injuries, the corners of the lips that are always slightly raised, to the reddened tear mole under the eyes, all of them are extremely familiar.

He also concluded that this person is definitely him, definitely Chu Wang Li Yiming.

And the king of Chu should have been a rancid corpse long ago.

Tang Xin couldn't help feeling terrified.

If this is the original body of "Li Yiming", and Li Yiming is reborn as Tang Xin, then who is in Li's body now?

He was engrossed in his thoughts, and the next moment Wang's eyes met him, but it seemed that they didn't meet him, and they just passed away like a fleeting shadow, before he even took a breath.

That look was engraved in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of it.

The eyes are as loose and blurred as those of a seriously ill person, but the charm of the glimpse is like the deep blue moonlight, and like the peach blossoms at dawn, the cool softness contains extreme elegance and restraint.

The astonishment that was once caused, now reappears by chance, can still affect a series of shudders.

Just ask who in the world has such eyes.

The answer is ready to come out, but it is too incredible.

Tang Xin left the city with a face full of confusion. When he was walking with Qu Lao outside the city, he finally asked:

"Mr. Jing also saw it today. The king of Chu is still alive - so lonely, is there any way to go back?"

Qu Lao said: "According to what your lord said, your lord drank the intestine-piercing poison at that time, so that body may have suffered a lot of damage, even if you go back, it will be a sick body that cannot be cured , it is difficult to live long. What's more, the Chu Palace has already reshuffled the cards, and no one is loyal to the King of Chu, so it is better to take the opportunity to establish a new dynasty and be the founding king of the country."

Indeed, the face of the "King of Chu" he saw today was pale, and he feared that time would be short.

But Qu Lao's words are a little strange.

Establish a new dynasty, the founding king?

"You mean to kill me with my own hands," Tang Xin frowned, "Myself?"

"Your Majesty, think about it carefully, who is most likely to be in that body now?"

Tang Xin paused for a moment, and finally could only slowly utter three words: "Bai Yujian."

His expression became subtle again, "But, how did he do it? And why did he do it?"

Elder Qu was silent, and said for a long while: "Your Majesty, I have heard that every generation of priests in the Hall of Priests is good at a technique called Lihun, and this technique is strictly forbidden to be used. —Maybe it sounds unbelievable, but it does exist.”

Tang Xin was a little unexpected, and even let out an "ah".He didn't doubt that some strange things in the world were really hard to explain, otherwise how could he explain his rebirth.

"What I want to talk about is this soul-separating technique. The so-called soul-separating means that the caster pulls his own soul from the body and resides on the target body. From then on, he can manipulate the behavior and thoughts of the body. Once the host dies, the soul will spontaneously return to its place."

Hearing this, Tang Xin couldn't help laughing inwardly.

Bai Yujian has a good plan, this is a sojourn with a soul, especially there is a way out - even if the throne is lost, there are still priests to do it.

Because even if the dynasty changes, no one dares to kill the priest lightly.

Since ancient times, the post of priest has been the messenger and symbol of God in the world. Anyone who is called "Da Si Ming" should not be easily desecrated, and naturally includes harm.

Unless the priest commits a mistake that even the sky cannot forgive, such as leaking the secrets of the sky and acting against the sky.

Rumor has it that even if Ren Jun doesn't do anything, the sky will send thunder and punishment, and his five senses will be smashed and his soul will be destroyed.

And God's punishment is destined to be inevitable.

Therefore, the priests of all dynasties are solitary and do not have close friendships with others, for fear of getting involved in world affairs and causing trouble.Only with the stars as companions, the breeze as a friend, occasionally going to court, but knowing a few strange celestial phenomena.

He, Bai Yujian, was an exception. He was obsessed with power, unscrupulous, and insane.

Tang Xin sighed a little, and immediately raised a question, "Why does he need to spend so much trouble to get the throne?"

If it was true what Elder Qu said, it was a disabled and sick body, why should Bai Yujian borrow his flesh and blood, he might as well be the king himself, there must be a lot of response.

Qu Lao's expression moved slightly: "The regent of the priest is not orthodox after all, and Bai Yujian's temper is known to you, Your Majesty."

Tang Xin nodded, indeed, Bai Yujian is the most orderly person.

There is only a trace of weirdness in my heart, or a faint doubt—this guy has done such outrageous things as betraying the master and killing the king, and he still cares about what the world thinks of him.

Thinking about what the King of Chu has done in the past few months, perhaps, Bai Yu gradually wants to let the world down on the "King of Chu", and then he will be able to take over the general rule logically.

"Then his own body is in the priest's palace?" Tang Xin was sure in his heart almost without asking.

Bai Yujian was an orphan adopted by the former priest, and grew up in the palace of the priest. In the huge palace, there was only one place where he could rest assured.

……

Tomorrow is the decisive battle.

Tang Zhi boosted morale in front of the tent, while Tang Xin climbed up to overlook the Hall of Eternal Life.It is extremely cold at high places, and it is also sunny after the rain, which is even more cool.

A ray of light penetrates through the clouds, fragile as gossamer.

He stared intently, and for some reason, he heard someone crying.

The crying faintly floated into the ears, it was so hoarse and mocking, it was extremely unpleasant.

He wanted to wave his hands back, these people are really daring, knowing that he is here, they dare to make such a noise.

As soon as he raised his hand, he saw the silver thread on the little finger, slender and long, dragging endlessly, while the other end connected to the unknown darkness.

The curtains are layered upon layers, wrapping the three-foot-three-inch ground, fluttering like water mist and clouds.

It was very quiet around, so quiet that I could only hear my own breathing.

There are seven lotus candles on the side, emitting a faint light.The starlight outside is shining, completely blocked by the curtain.The smell of joss sticks permeates the air, mixed with the faint scent of flowers.

With a sudden movement of the little finger, he lowered his eyes, his eyes followed the extension of the silk thread, and unexpectedly saw a bright scarlet from a distant point, looking from the wrong eye, it was like a cinnabar mole on the forehead of a beauty.

The red is elongating, along the slender filaments.

As if someone had slowly poured blood into it, the thick scarlet devoured the moonlight-like bright silver in mouthfuls, until it was completely swallowed up, wrapped around his fingers, tense, as if bleeding could drip.

A person stepped out from behind the gauze curtain.

The man walked slowly to the front of the tent, and his figure was projected on the king's tent, outlining a graceful and graceful figure like a black landscape.It was like flipping through a classic book at random, the man's finger fell on the curtain, gently opening a gap.

A more pure and dazzling light leaked in.

He held his breath, and the light robe with the flowing clouds and wide sleeves was reflected in his sight.

The cold voice slowed down slightly:

"Your Majesty, it's time to wake up."

Such as strong gold and bright jade.

He was still deafening, and someone sang in a drawn out tone:

"I wish my king a long life and good health—"

He woke up suddenly, and found that he was lying on the wilderness and fell asleep at some point.What was the scene in the dream, but I can no longer remember clearly.

The only impression I had was the faintly lingering red silk in the wide sleeves where the clouds were hanging down.

In the third year of the founding of the Great Chu State No. 40, the king of Tangshan invaded the capital.

Tang Xin came to take back what belonged to him.

He is a rebel, but he has endured more trials than when he was a king, and it is precisely because of these trials that he has become more determined, ruthless, and more ambitious than before.

Good fortune depends on misfortune, misfortune depends on blessing, whether it is blessing or misfortune, until now, it is difficult to determine.

Finally came that day, the day when the monarch and his ministers confronted each other.

But the status was reversed, the former king turned into a rebellious minister, while the rebels sat on the high dragon throne, overlooking him in the deep darkness.

The Hall of Eternal Life was not lit.

Stepping on the dusty acacia floor, Tang Xin approached step by step, looking up at the figure lying on the seat.

It turned out that in the past, all the courtiers looked at him like this—no, no one can look directly at the king, they can only bow their heads and ears, bow three times and kowtow nine times.

No wonder you feel unwilling, no wonder you have evil desires in your heart.

Suddenly there was a bright light outside the hall, and silver snakes were cruising in the sky, followed by rumbling muffled sounds, and the flash of light made Tang Xin clearly see that the cat raised in the Hall of Eternal Life was lying on the man's lap, extremely Meow softly.

Qingbai's finger touches its fur, how gentle it is, you can see the cat's lazy attitude.

The hair is shiny and shiny, which shows that he usually takes good care of it.

To a beast, there is deep affection and righteousness.

"Do you know who I am." Tang Xin finally said the first sentence.His eyes were fixed on the man, with a sense of aggression and sternness.

Bai Yujian's fingers went from the cat's back to the milky white neck, but his body was still lazily leaning on the seat, motionless.

Tang Xin knew that he was looking at him too, but his eyes were as cold as a living person.

Or, not like looking at a living person.

The author has something to say: pulling the red thread is the author's bad taste (poof)