The scumbag can't hold back his tears [Quick Transmigration]

Mingde Hall.

Civil and military are divided into west and east, holding wat and bowing their heads.

Under the holy steps of white marble, a courtier who was nearly sixty years old knelt down. He put his head on the thorny gold blanket of the dragon and the phoenix at the bottom of the steps, and said tremblingly, "The King of Zhenbei relies on his great achievements and looks at no one. His ceremonies are bad and chaotic. I don't know Your Majesty, while Beiguan Qiudi committed a crime, the King of Zhenbei seized the news to deceive His Majesty. Such crimes should deprive the King of Zhenbei of his position as a prince and demote him to a commoner. The head of the king should use his majesty as the emperor! I hope His Majesty will not think about it again Brotherly love, sowing disasters for the future!"

Emperor Xuanwen lowered his eyes and said indifferently, "I have ordered the capital to be strictly inspected, and no entry is allowed without a document. What do you want from me?"

"Release the king of Zhenbei to a commoner, abolish the military talisman, and appoint generals to reorganize the 40 Beiguan army in Beiguan to retreat Qiu Di!"

Emperor Xuanwen did not say anything, but looked at the officials in the court coldly.

Another person came out and said politely, "Your Majesty, and the king of Zhenbei is at large. This is like hiding a fire under his salary. If he doesn't send it out for a while, it will be a big disaster in the future!"

Emperor Xuanwen's expression remained unchanged, "What do you think?"

"I think that not only will the King of Zhenbei's position be cut off, but when the portrait of King Zhenbei is posted up and down in the Zhou Dynasty, the minister who intends to rebel must be arrested and returned to Beijing!"

Emperor Xuanwen twirled the finger on his finger, and said, "King Zhenbei is always my younger brother, the only sibling in the world."

"Your Majesty!" The kneeling courtier raised his head and said sharply, "Your Majesty, don't be soft-hearted anymore! If you think about the love of blood relatives today, you will bring disaster to the Great Zhou in the future. I hope Your Majesty will think carefully about which is more important!"

Emperor Xuanwen didn't answer.

Suddenly.

Under the curtain behind the hall came a pale-faced palace man who was pressing his head hard, and before he could even salute, he bowed to Emperor Xuanwen and whispered in his ear.

That palace man is surrounded by martial arts, he is not an ordinary palace man who sweeps the floor and sprinkles water.

The palace man used some skills in speaking, and all the ministers, even those who had practiced kung fu, could not hear what the palace man said to Emperor Xuanwen.

Bai Jianrong didn't hear either.

But he had an intuition that something was wrong, and secretly looked at Emperor Xuanwen to observe the change in his expression.

Emperor Xuanwen's brows were light, and he listened to the palace people talking in a panic, he didn't nod or shake his head, nor did he wrinkle his brows, he just twirled the golden amber wrench on his thumb.

But suddenly, Jin Po's finger broke and made two half rings, and fell to the ground with a "ding".

The moment it landed.

Emperor Xuanwen stood up abruptly, and said coldly, "Disappear."

Then he turned around, strode through the curtain, and left the Mingde Hall, leaving the courtiers standing and kneeling in a daze, not knowing what happened.

half an hour.

The ministers who looked at each other dared to confirm that it was only halfway through the morning court, and His Majesty left in a hurry.

Bai Jianrong turned around and walked towards the entrance of the hall.

A colleague followed Bai Jianrong cautiously, and asked hesitantly, "Master Bai, Your Majesty left the court early today... Does Mr. Bai know anything?"

Those who followed Bai Jianrong were close ministers of Emperor Xuanwen.

From the news that His Majesty suppressed Beiguan Qiudi to King Zhenbei, to His Majesty's deliberate favor and trust in King Zhenbei, to His Majesty watching how rude King Zhenbei was, to seeing how King Zhenbei disobeyed the imperial decree...

His majesty designed the drama for King Zhenbei to take back the military power, Bai Jianrong knew it clearly, and so did his close ministers.

and so.

His Majesty's hasty departure from the court ahead of time could not have been offended by his officials' persuasion, nor could he have sincerely wanted to forgive King Zhenbei and preserve his only "sibling" in the world.

But if it had nothing to do with King Zhenbei, what other major event happened that would make Emperor Xuanwen leave the court in a hurry?

Bai Jianrong didn't know.

He shook his head, making a silent gesture.

The other palace is forty or fifty miles east of the imperial palace, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and next to the imperial mausoleum.

When Emperor Xuanwen arrived at the other palace, the sky was overcast, and the late spring rain was falling softly, washing the willow branches and rushing on the green velvet-like grass.

Filamentous blood rushed to Emperor Xuanwen's feet.

The palace people held an umbrella for Emperor Xuanwen, and Emperor Xuanwen rolled the blood in the grass under his feet and continued to walk forward.

It rained harder and harder.

Dang dong dong dong hit the umbrella surface, so noisy that only the sound of rain can be heard in one's ears.

The palace servant hesitated, "Your Majesty, the front..."

Emperor Xuanwen acted as if he hadn't heard of it, and continued to walk forward. The palace servants could only hurriedly follow beside Emperor Xuanwen, fearing that the umbrella would be tilted and the rain would blow on the emperor.

A man in white with arrow sleeves and a golden owl spreading its wings walked through the heavy rain and knelt straight at the feet of Emperor Xuanwen.

He plunged the bloody knife in his hand into the soil, and said, "Your Majesty, someone has trespassed here, and his subordinates are too weak to defend against it. Please return to the palace quickly, Your Majesty!"

The man is a member of the Golden Feather Guard.

Emperor Xuanwen looked at him with a frown, lifted his lips, and was about to answer him.

Suddenly.

A loud bang!

A feathered arrow passed through the back of the man's heart, and a string of blood drops fell into the rain.

The anxious look on Jin Yuwei's face stiffened before it was finalized.

The feathered arrow passed through the back of the Golden Feather Guard, and was embedded in an inch of soil in front of Emperor Xuanwen's feet. The blood-soaked arrow feathers were washed with drops of light red blood by the rain.

Emperor Xuanwen lowered his head, staring at the arrow that penetrated into the wet mud.

The flames surged, the sound of clanging swords, guns and armor, and the sound of horseshoes splashing rain, hundreds of thousands, thousands of people getting closer, came continuously from behind Emperor Xuanwen.

A horse hissed.

A general in light armor jumped off his horse, knelt at Emperor Xuanwen's feet, and said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, please take a few steps back, as your escort is late!"

Emperor Xuanwen bowed and pulled out the feathered arrow from the wet mud.

He looked up.

A few feet away, I saw a man.

The man is dressed in black and long gown. He is tall and has no crown.

The rain also soaked him, dripping from his temples, earlobes, and chin, and the thin shirt clung to him tightly.

He looked here from a distance.

Emperor Xuanwen couldn't tell who he was looking at, nor could he see the expression on his face.

It's just that Emperor Xuanwen has been on the throne for six years now, from when he was an insignificant prince, to when he was a prince for a few months, and now when he is enthroned as emperor, overlooking the world.

It seemed that no one had ever let him see the arrogance engraved in his bones.

It was as if that man was born in a high place, but not because of power, wealth, or other things that the world can have.

It's like being born and shouldn't be someone who overestimates his capabilities and stands in front of him.

A bow and an arrow in a man's hands.

He draws the bow, but it seems to be swaying, as if the bowstring has never been pulled.

But the next moment.

The arrow "swished" past Emperor Xuanwen's ear, penetrated into the eyes of the palace servants behind him, and pierced his entire skull.

The general was shocked.

The Yulin army stepped forward one after another, covering Emperor Xuanwen in it.

Ten or so feet away, the man's voice sounded cold and clear, "Go away."

Emperor Xuanwen asked sharply, "Who are you?"

The man didn't answer, just walked forward.

Move forward.

He stopped beside the Jin Yuwei whose heart was pierced by an arrow, and was only a few feet away from Emperor Xuanwen and the Habayashi Army.

There was a slight sound of feathered arrows being lifted into the bow and the bowstring being tensed.

The sharp blades of hundreds of arrowheads and the long tasseled spears that staggered down like a dense forest pointed at the man.

Thick rain and fog, no light.

Like spreading out a thick and insurmountable curtain.

On one side, there are thousands of Habayashi troops.

Only one person on one side.

The man pulled out the knife that was stuck in the mud, and the rain rushed, and immediately washed away the mud and blood on the knife.

Emperor Xuanwen asked again, "Is there a reason why you came here to kill more than a hundred Jin Yuwei?"

The man raised his eyes.

"I'm here to take someone away."

"Who?"

"He is, my man."

Emperor Xuanwen stared at the man deeply.

After a long time, he whispered, "Kill him."

Qin Zheng woke up again.

Sleeping and eating, sleeping and eating every day, Qin Zheng only felt that the muscles that King Zhenbei had worked out with great difficulty were gradually reduced by him.

I am sorry.

Qin Zheng was so sleepy that he was dazed and sat clutching the quilt for a long time before he came to his senses.

Qin Zheng lifted the quilt slowly and sat by the bed for a while.

Then found out one thing.

In the past two days, the Golden Feather Guard whom he had taken down and forced to report to him was gone.

more specifically.

Jin Yuwei was gone.

There were about forty or fifty Golden Feather Guards who had been staring at him in the dark on weekdays, but they were all gone now.

what happened?

Now Emperor Xuanwen finally finds out that he is just a poor hero who keeps his own place, has no intention of rebellion, and has a series of stupid romances that he didn't do in the mission of chasing his wife?

Then he is.

So happy.

Every day, Emperor Xuanwen came to urge him to have breakfast at two o'clock in the middle of the night, and Qin Zheng was already autistic.

Qin Zheng thought that Emperor Xuanwen's biggest regret for King Zhenbei should be that King Zhenbei was too tall to deal with.

Emperor Xuanwen's ideal King Zhenbei must be as big as a three-month-old husky.

This way you can hold it on your lap and touch it.

Two days ago, Emperor Xuanwen asked Qin Zheng to sit down.

Qin Zheng obediently sat next to Emperor Xuanwen's lap, on the blanket on the floor.

But Emperor Xuanwen asked Qin Zheng to sit up again.

Qin Zheng thought for a while, and sat down on the table obediently.

But Emperor Xuanwen thought that Qin Zheng was sitting too high.

So Qin Zheng looked around to find a chair.

not found.

I don't know which dog compares to remove all the stools and chairs in the temple, leaving only the one where Emperor Xuanwen is sitting now.

So Qin Zheng understood.

Emperor Xuanwen asked him to sit on his lap.

Qin Zheng was so frightened that he lost his power and humiliated the country that night, and offered to put a chain around his neck.

To divert Emperor Xuanwen's attention.

That night.

Emperor Xuanwen's attention shifted.

But after putting the chain on Qin Zheng with his own hands, and looking at it carefully, Emperor Xuanwen's attention came back.

Dogs are better than emperors.

Sooner or later it will be over.

Qin Zheng lost rice and chicken.

Shut up on the spot.

But the only thing that can give Qin Zheng a little relief during his autistic period is.

The dog emperor looked at him as if he was looking at a three-month-old husky.

Or not as good as the Huskies.

Emperor Xuanwen looked at him like a decoration in the palace.

Qin Zheng couldn't tell what kind of psychology Emperor Xuanwen was motivated by.

but.

As long as Emperor Xuanwen doesn't want to be gay with him, even if Qin Zheng is autistic, he can barely survive.

gay.

The catastrophe of Qin Zheng's life.

After Qin Zheng sighed daily, he was ready to eat.

But just as Qin Zheng stood up, the door of the palace opened suddenly.

A damp cool breeze enters.

Qin Zheng sat by the bed and turned to look.

The person who came was dressed in white with arrow sleeves and a golden owl shaking the wind at the hem, standing meticulously.

The first two palace men in dark blue palace clothes held up oil-paper umbrellas at the door, entered the hall, and said politely, "My lord and my slaves are going to take a trip, offend you."

Qin Zheng was not in a hurry, and asked, "Where are you going? I have only been here for a few days, where does brother want to send me?"

But the palace people seem to be in a hurry.

With a "click", the metal mechanism attached to the thin chain between Qin Zheng's hands, ankles and neck was exposed.

The palace man adjusted the mechanism, and the thin chain gradually tightened, leading Qin Zheng to walk towards the palace man unconsciously.

The Golden Feather Guard quietly appeared behind Qin Zhen's back, pulled Qin Zheng's hands away from his back, and the other Golden Feather Guard pressed his dagger against the side of Qin Zheng's neck.

It seemed that as long as Qin Zheng dared to move a little more, blood would be splashed on the spot.

Qin Zheng could only walk forward obediently.

While walking, he asked, "If you have something to say, it's still raining outside, can't you tell me where the emperor wants me to go?"

The chains tied to Qin Zheng are not only getting shorter, but also getting tighter.

Especially in the hands and feet, Qin Zheng didn't take a few steps, the thin chains tightly strangled his flesh, bleeding from the cuts trickled down his wrists and ankles.

Qin Zheng felt as if a piece of skin had been worn off his ankle with every step he took.

So Qin Zheng stopped.

The thin chain became tighter and tighter between him and the palace, and the thin chain wrapped around his ankle and wrist became narrower and narrower. Qin Zheng's fingertips turned a deep red purple, which was cold.

Qin Zheng stood where he was, pressed against the dagger, and said, "I won't leave if you don't tell me."

The palace man hesitated for a moment.

Then, there was the sound of closing the umbrella again at the door.

Qin Zheng took a look sideways.

It is Emperor Xuanwen.

Emperor Xuanwen is nearly [-] years old, but he has lived in the palace for many years, and he looks younger than King Zhenbei.

The emperor turned pale.

Standing in the distance, Qin Zheng could smell the familiar ambergris and a strong smell of blood from his body.

When it rained in late spring, the emperor wore a crane cloak.

He put away his umbrella and stood at the entrance of the hall, just like when Qin Zheng saw him for the first time, he smiled and said gently, "Ah Qing, come here."

Qin Zheng felt something was wrong.

He didn't move and asked "what's wrong with you?"

"I'll take you to another place."

This time, before Qin Zheng answered, he walked towards Emperor Xuanwen——

Not what he wanted.

As soon as the main dog emperor came, Jin Yuwei sensiblely began to take a knife and force Qin Zheng to walk towards Emperor Xuanwen.

Either walk over, or be pierced by the knife that came up.

Qin Zheng had no choice but to walk up to Emperor Xuanwen, sighed, and withered, "Brother, I'm here, and then?"

Emperor Xuanwen gently raised Qin Zheng's hand.

Several lines of blood dripped from the back of Qin Zheng's hands, and the thin chain almost penetrated into a layer of his flesh.

Emperor Xuanwen wiped the blood on the back of Qin Zheng's hand with his fingertips.

He raised his hand and touched the thin chain around Qin Zheng's neck.

After the people in the side palace pressed the switch, the dog-like chain around Qin Zheng's neck fell to the ground.

Qin Zheng didn't understand what he meant, and touched the neck of Returning to Freedom, "What's your Majesty doing today..."

Stopped abruptly.

"Hold!"

Emperor Xuanwen lowered his head suddenly and bit Qin Zheng's shoulder hard.

At that moment, Qin Zheng was in a trance in pain.

he thought in a trance

Are there really no such things as ghosts and ghosts in the world of this broken book?

He reasonably suspected that Emperor Xuanwen was a dog monster.

Emperor Xuanwen let go, and when he pushed Qin Zheng away, he drew a long sword from his waist.

Qin Zheng covered his shoulders and took a deep breath.

Emperor Xuanwen had his blood on his lips.

He licked the blood, suppressed his smile, and lowered his eyelids, as if in compassion

"Ah Qing, you shouldn't have left me so early."

Qin Zheng "..."

He seems to be on the wrong channel.

I never understood what Emperor Xuanwen was thinking.

For example now.

He didn't understand this sentence.

Is he gone?

can he go

How could he not know.

For the first time, the emperor sighed in front of Qin Zheng.

"But I can't keep you anymore."

that moment.

Qin Zheng suddenly understood.

It doesn't matter if he can't understand what the emperor is saying.

Because judging from the emperor's actions, Qin Zheng judged that the emperor wanted to "take him away".

Take him to death.

Funerals are free.

Plastic brotherhood.

What rubbish bro.

Qin Zheng's hands and feet hurt, and he was tortured repeatedly for many days, bleeding scabs and bleeding again. Qin Zheng can no longer regain the strength of King Zhenbei when he was in his prime, not to mention there is still a golden feather guard holding a knife against him behind him. Allow him to move.

No.

In fact, if Qin Zheng was willing to use Sima Tianqing's ability to fight, the emperor's sword would not be able to kill him.

It's just that Qin Zheng couldn't think of a reason for him to continue living in this world.

escape?

Can't escape.

If he couldn't escape, no matter whether he lived or died, he would have to wait day after day in the emperor's claustrophobia.

Meaningless.

It would be better to die and go to the next world tomorrow.

Why not go back to Hyundai and be his idiot president.

Ancient times harmed him.

Qin Zheng has been waiting to die.

There is even a glimmer of hope for life tomorrow.

but.

That sword did not fall in the end.

Everything is only in that short one second or two seconds, the moment of lightning and flint.

Qin Zheng heard a "whoosh".

Strike like an arrow.

Then suddenly there was nothing behind.

Behind Qin Zheng, Jin Yuwei, who was threatening each other with a knife, turned forward like a blast, and hit Emperor Xuanwen hard with his back shoulder, knocking Emperor Xuanwen aside abruptly.

next second.

A feather arrow pierced Jin Yuwei's chest.

Arrowheads shattered.

However, he still had enough strength to stab directly into Emperor Xuanwen's shoulder.

Feather arrows passed through Jin Yuwei's body, and Qin Zheng heard the sound of sharp blades passing through flesh and blood, as well as the sound of bones breaking.

The long sword in the emperor's hand fell to the ground.

The right arm hangs limply.

The palace servants were heartbroken, "Your Majesty!"

Qin Zheng looked at Jin Yuwei, who had lost his breath, and then at Emperor Xuanwen, whose face was getting paler, but who was staring at him.

Then he gasped, "Hiss—dead, dead?"

That Golden Feather Guard is dead.

The heart and lungs are destroyed.

If Jin Yuwei didn't react, he didn't push Emperor Xuanwen away.

It was Emperor Xuanwen who died.

Qin Zheng was still staring at the dead Jin Yuwei.

Suddenly, there was a breath behind him.

The person behind raised Qin Zheng's wrist and stroked the skin very close to the bloody scar on his wrist. The force was so light that Qin Zheng itched a little.

Qin Zheng turned around subconsciously, but before turning around, his wrists and ankles were loosened suddenly, and the thin gold chain fell to the ground.

"I'll take you away."

The man behind said.

There was an imperceptible tremor in his voice.

Qin Zheng was in a trance for a moment.

Someone came to save him.

Because he was locked up.

Qin Zheng stepped on the ground with bare feet, turned around a little bit, and looked at the person behind him.

The man behind him was drenched from head to toe with rainwater.

His fingertips were dripping.

But even if it is the diffuse water, it still can't reduce the deep blood in his body, it lingers for a long time, and condenses into a condensed ferocity in the dark rainy day, as if he will never see the light of the sky.

He seemed to be trying to restrain himself.

But the moment Qin Zheng saw him, he still had the illusion that he was only for the ants under his feet.

The man stands there and picks up a knife from the ground.

He let go of Qin Zheng's hand and walked past Qin Zheng. Qin Zheng heard his indifferent tone, "Wait for me."

Qin Zheng subconsciously had a bad premonition, and took Feng Qingyue's hand holding the knife.

"What are you going to do?"

Feng Qingyue didn't look at Qin Zheng, he was looking at the emperor who was half-sitting by the threshold, and the emperor was also watching him, neither happy nor angry, looking straight at Feng Qingyue.

"kill him."

"Kill Sima Jin?"

"Ah."

Qin Zheng turned around abruptly. He didn't move Feng Qingyue's knife, but only pressed his right shoulder, "No."

"why?"

Qin Zheng froze suddenly.

why?

Because Sima Jin was the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

The emperor of the Great Zhou, if Sima Tianqing left, it would only be Sima Jin.

He is Mingjun.

Whether it is in the broken book "The Evil King's Sole Favors Don't Live Up to the Crazy King" or in the country where Qin Zheng is now.

Qin Zheng sighed, "Because he is the emperor."

"He wants you dead."

"My death is insignificant. If I become emperor, his death is insignificant." Qin Zheng lowered his head, "But you know, I never planned to be emperor. So he can't die."

Feng Qingyue did not speak.

It was the first time Qin Zheng realized that Feng Qingyue's silence could make people feel so frightened.

It's like being on the edge of a cliff.

The next moment, he fell on his back.

I don't know how long.

Qin Zheng heard "OK."

Then "Follow me."

Qin Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, and walked over to Feng Qingyue, "OK."

Feng Qingyue turned around and touched Qin Zheng's cheek with her fingertips.

The bloody smell that was hard to dissipate lingered on the tip of Qin Zheng's nose.

Qin Zheng was silent for a while, and finally turned his attention back to the person who came to save him alone, "Are you alone?"

Feng Qingyue's fingertips stroked from Qin Zheng's browbones, to his cheekbones, to his earlobes, and finally landed on Qin Zheng's shoulders that were still bleeding slowly, and he couldn't hear the emotion, "Yeah."

Qin Zheng couldn't find anything to say for a while.

He had nothing else to say.

Feng Qingyue came to look for him.

found it.

The price is heavy.

Qin Zheng knew that the Golden Feather Guard would not be the only one who died along Feng Qingyue's journey.

He also didn't know where Feng Qingyue had been injured.

Feng Qingyue was very kind to him, so good that Qin Zheng felt it was too heavy.

Because he has nothing in return.

Qin Zheng couldn't explain how he felt.

He thought that he would never meet Feng Qingyue again. He seemed very happy, but at the same time he seemed very depressed.

Qin Zheng sniffed and said sullenly, "Grandpa, hug me."

"..."

Qin Zheng sighed, "Do you have another grandson outside? Grandpa, you don't love me anymore..."

It's not over yet.

Grandpa picked Qin Zheng up, kissed Qin Zheng's forehead, and stepped outside, "I'll take you away."

Qin Zheng "..."

He shouldn't be fucking talking.

"Grandpa, I have legs."

"Grandpa, let me down, I'm still young."

"Grandpa, I'm ashamed of you hugging me like this."

"Grandpa, grandpa..."

Feng Qingyue cast a cold glance at Qin Zheng, "Just say one more word, and I'll fuck you in front of the emperor."

Qin Zheng "..."

Go to the gate of the temple.

Qin Zheng subconsciously glanced at Brother Huang.

The emperor shed a lot of blood. He leaned against the gate of the palace, brushing away the trembling palace servants who wanted to help him, and the golden feathered guards who were no longer daring to act rashly.

His face became paler and he stared at Qin Zheng.

Feng Qingyue quickened her pace, stepped out of the palace gate, jumped to the top of the palace, and covered a distance of several feet.

The wind whispered in Qin Zheng's ears.

There seemed to be a very shallow sound, like a sigh.

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