The king is a rebellious minister

Tang Xin swung his sword, and the golden lacquered white dragon and eight orifices incense cauldron fell to the ground.

The cat was frightened, whimpered, and jumped out of the man's arms.Bai Yujian seemed to reach out his hand to stop her, but his skin was scratched by a paw. The wound was not shallow, and blood oozes immediately.

It was like a hole was cut in a pool filled with water, and blood flowed profusely for a while.He lowered his sleeves to cover the back of his hands, and the gilded sleeves were soon wet.

Tang Xin was indifferent, he suppressed the tyrannical anger in his heart, and only smiled coldly:

"Bastard," he pointed at him with his sword, "I treat you well, you bastard, why do you treat me like this?"

Bai Yujian remained silent.

He looked at him indifferently, and Tang Xin couldn't help but think of that rainy night, that dark and cold rainy night, when a lot of blood kept gushing from his nose and mouth, Bai Yujian stood by the couch, just With such a cold onlooker's eyes, he watched him enduring the severe pain, struggling and dying with hatred.

It was as if during the 20 years he had lived, all the efforts he had made for the country and the people, in Bai Yujian's eyes, were just a big joke.

Now, he was looking at him like this again.

"Bai Yujian, do you think that even if you come back alone, in the eyes of you, a detached priest, you are just a stupid dog, a weak ant, and an incompetent ordinary person, and they are not worth mentioning at all, right?" The sockets of his eyes were slowly turning red, but luckily it was dark everywhere, making it difficult to distinguish clearly.

After hearing this, Bai Yujian finally got up and walked down the steps slowly.The double-walled robes with grain patterns were caressed inch by inch, and the dust scattered on the ground.

Tang Xin's whole body was tense, violent killing intent spread to all his limbs, and even the sword in his hand trembled slightly.

Bai Yujian stood less than a step away from him, and stretched out her hand to him, with the palm facing up, empty.

Hands that were not scratched by the cat, neatly trimmed nails, gray skin, stiff blue blood vessels, almost lifeless.

What is he going to do?

What kind of trick is he going to play?

……

When he walked out of the hall with King Chu's head in his hand, there was a thunderclap from the sky, and there was a surge of anger.

He shuddered and recalled suddenly.

When he was a teenager, he once stole his husband's ruler and played a folk game with the little priest in the priest's hall.

Two people guess the stone, and the loser hits the palm of the hand.

At first he kept winning and winning, but then he lost once. He wanted to play tricks, but when he saw his friend face ruthlessly, he spread his hands slowly.

That young man, as delicate as a crane, had a face that was as cold as ice.He was silent for a moment, and put the six-cent-thick ruler into his sleeve.Then spread out her five white fingers, and gently put them together in his palm.

Shake hands and make peace.Stop fighting.

Later, when the Dong Chuang incident was discovered, both of them were severely scolded by the husband for half a day, and they were beaten well.

The prince was greatly moved by his friend's noble morality of repaying grievances with kindness. When he knelt in the ancestral temple of his ancestors, he swore a word.

What is it?

Tang Xin's throat rolled, and he looked at the blood-red sky.

"If you make a mistake in the future, just hold out your hand, and I will hold your hand and forgive you."

……

I made a mistake.

Are you willing to forgive me?

……

Someone next to him yelled in horror.

Tang Xin lowered her head in a daze. Under the messy hair that was tightly pulled in her hands, there was a lifeless face. At this moment, her eyes were closed tightly, and her face was covered with blood. From her lips that had been tightly closed, it seemed as if he vomited blood, and blood gushed out continuously.

When he looked back, the blood had already flowed all over the place, winding like a stream.

At this moment, he was shocked:

Bai Yujian didn't resist with silence, but couldn't speak at all.Because once you open your mouth, the blood accumulated in your mouth will pour out.

This body has obviously been broken to a point where it is no different from a dead body.

Suddenly he felt uneasy.

I will collect the head of the king of Chu in the future.

Tang Xin handed it over to him, and walked towards the priest's hall.

When there was still a pavilion away, he slowly stopped.

The majestic and tall buildings, the vermilion lacquered verandahs, and the eaves and corners hung with mysterious beads and copper bells, all of these are missing.

I saw billowing smoke and flames soaring into the sky.

The blood that illuminated the sky actually came from such a source.

Someone lamented: "The sky thunder struck down and destroyed the priest's hall! The fire is too strong and it is difficult to remedy it! My lord priest, I'm afraid he won't be able to get out!"

Tang Xin's footsteps only paused, and suddenly he rushed towards the flames like crazy.

No one could stop him, so he could only accompany the escort in panic.

In the end, they only rescued one volume, titled Pre-Shi, which was actually the volume that was stolen from Tianji Pavilion, but it was found under Da Si Ming's pillow.

The pre-life scroll can predict the future, and the handwriting will only appear in the hands of the priest.

But when Tang Xin's blood-stained fingers touched the page, a few lines of small characters slowly appeared on the flawless white page.

Tiandaoheng, the world changes.

The last king died, and the state of Chu fell.

In order to ensure the balance of the way of heaven, dynasties need to be replaced from time to time.

The priest came to the world with an oracle, not only to maintain the fate of the country, but also to obliterate all the oddities of heaven.

The death of three generations of Chu was destined by heaven.

The last king of the Chu Kingdom died, and the era that should be abandoned is over, and only then can a new atmosphere, a new court, and new prosperity be ushered in.

……

The last emperor Li Yiming is an anomaly.

This monarch who worked hard to rule gave Chu the hope of continuing.

But how can it be allowed?

The so-called destiny is strict, just, and cannot be violated.If he doesn't die when he deserves to die, Heaven will definitely do everything possible to erase him.

From the day when he was crowned prince, Li Yiming had a series of bad luck.

Usually, when he was not the crown prince, he had been punished to kneel for seven days and ten days, but at that time he only knelt in the Hall of Eternal Life for three days, and he had a high fever and almost fell ill.

During the battle of Fadi, the arrow passed through dozens of soldiers with strong armor and shot him accurately.

How did the enemy who was supposed to be outside the encirclement swung sharp spears at him.

Later, when he returned to China, he suffered from an inexplicable illness, and the medicine stone was useless, and it ate away at his body bit by bit.

All kinds of things make me feel terrified.

Tang Xin stroked the premonition scroll with his hand, and couldn't help trembling all over.

What's this?Is this the truth?

Because he is a person destined to die, so if he wants to live, someone must die in his place?

So, who replaced him, played him so vividly and seamlessly, and who had the guts to deceive the world and make Xia Yi change his soul?

……

Tang Xin sat withered in the Hall of Eternal Life for three days and three nights.

Holding the pre-life scroll in his hand, he suddenly smiled miserably, and the veins on his forehead were exposed.

It turns out that when using the technique of leaving the soul on the dead, in order to ensure that they behave like a living person, the blood of the performer needs to be used to warm and nourish the heart.

So Tang Xin, who was stained with the blood of "Li Yiming", was able to open the pre-life scroll, because it was the blood of a priest, with the aura of a priest.

Therefore, "Li Yiming", who was already a corpse, could not stop the blood even if he cut a small wound.

Because that body is just a container.

The blood on the palm stained the book, and it was also black. The weak and fine handwriting underneath was like the truth slowly emerging from the depths of hell.

The person who once thought he had betrayed him turned out to be the one who saved him.

Replace him with soul and nourish him with blood.

And he handed himself over to Tianlei's anger, and was devoured to nothing.

He never left a way out for himself.

He broke cleanly.

Someone opened the door and walked in.

Tang Xin's eyes were red and he was extremely tired.He glanced at the person, and asked slowly, "You know everything, don't you?"

Elder Qu looked at him and sighed.

He finally revealed the truth: "...he was the one who arranged for the veterans to go to Tangshan to meet the emperor. He was also the one who secretly supported the whole of Tangshan."

Tang Xin was completely stunned.

As if back in that year, he sat on the throne, and the twelve jade beads on the crown were struck crisply.

The old official holding the wat took a step, and in front of all the officials and servants, on the high and broad court, clanged a series of pungent impeachments, the insults and contempt between the lines made him feel harsh and embarrassed.

Bai Qing was indifferent, but he was furious.

It turned out that everything was a good show directed and performed by that person himself.

And he finally got everything he wanted, killed the person he wanted to kill, he should have laughed heartily, or cried madly, but why at this moment, he couldn't laugh or cry?

Seeing Tang Xin's distorted expression, Qu Lao sighed, took out a letter from his sleeve, and handed it to him.

He took it, and what caught his eyes was the dignified and formal font that belonged to that person.

"When your majesty sees this letter, I may not be alive. I only have a few words to tell you. To your majesty, this is a sharp sword hanging on your head, a heinous crime, and disobedience." The traitor. The minister is a stain that must be eliminated."

"Therefore, Your Majesty, there is no need to feel sad for the death of your subject. Once the general is accomplished, his bones will wither. Since he is a white bone, there is no pity."

"Maybe I never said that from the day I saw you ascend the throne, I believed that Your Majesty would become a unique and enlightened ruler."

"Your Majesty, I would like to offer you the bricks under your feet, the invincible sword in your hand, and the corpse that must be crushed when you ascend to a high place."

"This is the way to be a minister, and it is also my way."

What an indifferent tone, what a confession of loyalty to the death.

But in front of him, he never mentioned half a word, and never said so many words.

Bai Yujian...

When he was being slaughtered, what kind of emotion was hidden under those trembling eyelashes.

He planned step by step, seemingly driving the king into the abyss, but actually paved another brand new road for the king, the emperor's road.

He really is an unparalleled loyal minister, loyal to the point of death!

And he is the out-and-out anti-thief, the true traitor and traitor!

But, why, why did he serve him, help him, and keep him alive.

But want him to doubt him, kill him, and forget him.

In the middle of the night, the new king's laughter suddenly echoed in the Palace of Longevity.Occasionally mixed with a few choked sobs, it gradually returned to tranquility.

……

After three feet of digging, they failed to find Da Si Ming's body.Everyone guessed that it was probably burnt to ashes together with everything in the priest's hall in that sky fire.

The temple of the priests was rebuilt shortly after, but the new emperor has yet to decide on the candidates for the priests.

One day during a nap in the afternoon, for some reason, Wang recalled the dying scene in his previous life, but it was so far away and unreal, like a dream.

He said: "Your Majesty, please rest."

What else was said after that, but unfortunately at that time, he was wandering around the gate of hell, and his hearing was very slack.

What exactly is it.

The indifferent and proud man slowly knelt beside his couch, and the next moment, he knelt straight down.His forehead touched the dirty floor tiles, and he kowtowed tightly, his black hair like a spread of silk.

This is the only royal gift that Bai Yujian has ever done in his life:

"The minister is in the Hall of Eternal Life, waiting for the king to return."

"Long live my king, long live, long live."

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