Non-dye Emperor Jingchen

?Fang Wuxia was Zhao Jingyu's last straw, and now the straw is gone.

Ning Yuhuan was pretending to be earnest in the court hall to persuade Zhao Jingyu to move the capital, and said that if the emperor did not make a decision, the rebels would enter Luoyang City within a week.

Zhao Jingyu didn't say a word on the throne, like an old monk in meditation.He couldn't go, and he had nowhere to go.

On the day when Yu Jie's army entered Luoyang City, the weather was unexpectedly good.The doors of every household are tightly closed, and the whole Luoyang is like a dead city.

"I want to see him for the last time." Zhao Jichen said to Yu Jie.

Zhao Lingcang heard this from the side, but heaved a long sigh: "In this case, you go in first, we will wait outside the door." He winked, and immediately there was a group of men with big knives The soldiers followed behind Zhao Jichen.

However, two years later, when Zhao Jichen stepped into the familiar palace again, things had changed.

The court ladies who fled in all directions, the concubines in disheveled clothes, and the guards who then knelt at his feet and begged for mercy recognized him.Zhao Jichen looked at these people coldly, and walked straight to the main hall.

He stepped up the long steps step by step, his hands trembling slightly.That was his royal father, Zhao Jichen thought about the scene of seeing his royal father again many times.

But he never thought that Zhao Jingyu, who was sitting on the throne, was already a dead person.

"Father!" Zhao Jichen rushed forward, watching all this in disbelief.The body was already cold, and judging from this posture, Zhao Jingyu was killed.

It's already this time, who will kill the emperor first?Just as Zhao Jichen was about to say something, he saw a glimmer of cold light coming towards him.

Almost an instinctive reaction of the body, he turned around to avoid the fatal blow.What was nailed to the wall was a poisoned plum blossom needle, but Zhao Jichen's mind was very clear.The person who wanted to plot against him must be the same person who killed his father.

"Since your Excellency dared to make a move, why didn't you dare to show up?"

The line of soldiers following him still stood in unison, and no one made a sound.In the Golden Luan Hall, only his voice echoed.

Zhao Jichen could only hear his own heartbeat, one, two, three, four.Immediately he only saw the hilt protruding from his chest,

who is it?He just wanted to see that person's face, Zhao Jichen turned his head with all his strength, but it was a familiar face.

The mysterious guard beside Xiao Qi, Chu Jingchen.

Countless strange or familiar faces flooded into his mind, avoiding his secretly weeping mother in the palace, treating his excellent uncle and that aloof and indifferent father.Zhao Jichen closed his eyes, his last memory was frozen on Yu Jie's smiling face, goodbye, Yu Jie.

"My lord, it's been more than half an hour, and there's still no news?" Seeing Yu Jie's worried face, Xiao Qi couldn't help asking.

Zhao Lingcang has closed his eyes to rest his mind since Zhao Jichen led his troops into the palace, and he slowly opened his eyes when he heard Xiao Qi's words: "Go in."

The closer he got to the palace gate, the more uneasy Yu Jie felt in his heart. It was too quiet. There seemed to be a murderous aura behind this eerie quietness. Yu Jie held the hilt of his sword and carefully observed his surroundings.

Yang Ziya seemed to feel something was wrong, he silently grasped Xiao Qi's hand, Xiao Qi glanced at him, but didn't say anything.

"Report to the general, the little prince seems to have been ambushed by dead soldiers, and his life and death are uncertain now." This sentence seemed to be the last straw that overwhelmed Yu Jie. Where?"

Then the soldier seemed to be frightened by him, stammeringly pointing to the Golden Temple in front of him: "In...the hall..."

Yu Jie rushed into the hall like a lunatic, and the expressions of the others changed as well, and they hurried into the hall.

There were only two corpses left in the huge Golden Luan Hall, Zhao Jingyu's body was lying askew on the dragon chair, apparently he had been dead for a long time.

Yu Jie hugged Zhao Jichen's body silently, without saying a word, his eyes glazed over.In his world, time has stood still.

Xiao Qi wanted to go forward to say something, but was stopped by someone, and turned his head to look at Yang Ziya who shook his head slightly.Xiao Qi let out a long sigh, but found that Chu Jingchen had disappeared, so he couldn't help asking in a low voice, "Where is Jingchen?"

Yang Ziya showed a strange smile that he had never seen before, Xiao Qi followed his gaze and looked over, the person standing in front of Yu Jie was not Chu Jingchen.

But, why did Chu Jingchen aim his sword at Yu Jie's throat?

"Jing Chen, what are you doing? Stop!" Xiao Qi shouted.

Chu Jingchen remained motionless as if he hadn't heard his words, Xiao Qi was anxious and wanted to step forward to stop him, but Yang Ziya firmly held him in place.

Xiao Qi looked suspiciously at the expressions of everyone present, Zhao Lingcang, Feng Mengyou, Feng Nange.He smiled wryly, it turned out that he was the only one who was kept in the dark.

Since they wanted to kill Yu Jie, Zhao Jichen must have died by their swords as well.Xiao Qi quickly calmed down. The reason they didn't execute him must be because he still has value. Although he didn't know what it was, he might as well take a gamble.

"My lord," Xiao Qi said, "if you are determined to execute General Yu, why don't you let him be a fool."

Zhao Lingcang hadn't spoken yet, but Feng Mengyou said, "Anyway, they are dying people. If you don't understand, let General Yu go underground and ask Lord Yan."

Chu Jingchen snorted coldly, and was about to stab down with a sword.Xiao Qi's heart turned cold, knowing that this matter was not that simple, he gritted his teeth and broke free from Yang Ziya's hand, but forcibly blocked the sword for Yu Jie.

Chu Jingchen was startled, and the sword deflected a little, so that it didn't hurt the fatal place.

Yang Ziya hastily stepped forward to hug Xiao Qi, looked at the wound and was relieved, he gave Yu Jie a cold look, and said to Zhao Lingcang: "It seems that General Yu won't be able to kill him for a while."

"It's okay," Zhao Lingcang smiled with a certain chance of winning, "I have already asked the people from Si Tianjian to look at it, and next Wednesday is a rare and auspicious day. I will deal with other chores, and Xi Huai will hand them over to you." Give it to Master Yang."

Yang Ziya nodded: "Then please trouble the prince."

"Xi'er, what did you learn from the master today?" Xiao Qi felt that he was dragged into a strange scene. Who is the child in front of him?Who is the person in bright yellow clothes?

Is it the emperor? Xiao Qi moved closer to see his face clearly.Who is this person, and why is there an inexplicable pain in my heart?

But the child replied: "Going back to my father, what I'm learning today is a section of Mencius. Respecting the virtuous and capable, and the hero is in power, all people in the world will be happy, and I would like to stand in his dynasty... ..."

Xiao Qi stared blankly at the child, his head began to ache violently, before he fell into a coma again, he finally remembered one thing, that child, wasn't he himself?

"Go and tell Master Yang, the emperor is awake..."

Xiao Qi tried his best to open his eyes, and when he heard such a sentence, he opened his mouth, but found that his thirsty throat could not utter a word.

A strange maid poured him a glass of water, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, you have finally woken up. During the past few days when you fainted, what has happened outside?"

"The emperor........?" Xiao Qi looked at him puzzled, and looked around, only to find that the place where he was lying now was the emperor's dragon bed.

When the maid didn't know how to reply, Yang Ziya had already entered, his expression was not very good, he also frowned when he saw the maid and said, "You go out first."

Xiao Qi looked at him quietly, with a familiar face as before, but he didn't know when he even deceived himself.

"Ming Shen." Yang Ziya said slowly, "I'm sorry for keeping you in the dark for so long."

"You didn't feel sorry for me, you were sorry for Yu Jie and Zhao Jichen."

Yang Ziya didn't say anything, he was waiting, waiting for Xiao Qi to ask.

After an unknown period of silence, Xiao Qi finally couldn't help it: "This emperor, what's going on?"

Mentioning this, Yang Ziya's hands trembled with excitement: "Ming Shen, the day after tomorrow will be your enthronement ceremony."

"I...?" Xiao Qi laughed out loud, but because of this laugh, he began to cough violently, "Yu Jie is gone, am I the next puppet of the prince?"

Yang Ziya hurriedly said: "Mingshen, it's my fault that you didn't know these things all this time. You are different from Yu Jie, you are the real Zhao Xihuai, the only blood of the late emperor."

"Oh?" Xiao Qi sneered, "Who asked you to make up this story for me? I, Xiao Qi, have always had only one father, Xiao Yu. You guys use this kind of story to deceive children?"

"Mingshen, calm down first. It doesn't matter if you think I'm making up a story, you have to listen to this story first."

Yang Ziya opened his mouth slowly, and talked about the dusty past: "Your guard Chu Jingchen grew up with the late emperor, and he was the leader of the hidden guards of the previous generation. When the late emperor was captured by the Yan Kingdom, it was he who was alone. Infiltrated into the country of Yan to rescue the first emperor. When you were five years old, Chu Jingchen used some medicine to erase most of your memory, and then sent you to Xiao's mansion. For the next six years, he has been looking for the famous doctor Gao People treat the disease of the late emperor. I have a pity that when you were 11 years old, the late emperor passed away after all. Chu Jingchen remembered the high hopes that the late emperor had for you when he was alive, so he came up with this plan."

Xiao Qi still didn't believe it, and asked: "If it's true, why did you ask Yu Jie to be a scapegoat?"

Yang Ziya's heart moved, and he said in a low voice: "Zhao Lingcang is a chess piece he can't control. In addition, this matter is too risky, Chu Jingchen simply found someone to replace you. I will tell you when the matter is confirmed. "

Xiao Qi snorted coldly: "Regardless of whether this matter is true or not, it's just that most of the people of the previous generation have passed away, so it doesn't matter if it's me, you or the prince himself who sits in this position."

Yang Ziya frowned: "How can you say that, you are the blood of the late emperor."

"You go, I'm tired. I don't want this position. It's useless for anyone to come." Xiao Qi's face was slightly tired, obviously he didn't want to talk anymore.

Yang Ziya had no choice but to get up and leave.

If Xiao Qi insisted on not being the emperor, he might be forced to sit in that position when he ascended the throne.It's just Xiao Qi's question, and Yang Ziya doesn't understand why Zhao Lingcang doesn't want to be emperor himself?

He tentatively asked Chu Jingchen this question, but the other party did not answer.Maybe ask Feng Mengyou?Yang Ziya was thinking while arranging the carriage to go out of the palace. ?