The Scumbag of Fast Transmigration Guide to Self-Help

Chapter 449 Setting 39 The dead official wants to be a good person (Extra)

In the fifth year of Qingyuan, on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhao Jing, who had been having nightmares for three consecutive months, secretly took Yan Yun, the minister of Dali Temple, out of the palace to Xiju in Jiangzhou.

"There are many trees in the creeks and deserts, and the water sills and mountain windows meet every time. The red leaves are still blooming in the late autumn, and the white hibiscus is blooming in the early autumn.

The sound comes to rest on the thousand-year-old crane, and the shadow falls on the Wulaofeng in the cup.It is even more ashamed of hospitality and hospitality, and the fish and rice are fragrant and fine wine. "

Yan Yun, who was dressed as the young master, shook his folding fan lightly, envy flashed in his eyes, "This is really a good place. You really put your heart into it."

Zhao Jing stared at the tomb without a tombstone with a complicated expression, and talked silently with the person who should have been lying in the tomb, "If you don't believe me, I will treat you kindly, and I have no time to repay you. The only thing I can do for you is probably to let you Freedom to do what you want."

There are only gurgling water and chirping birds in the boundary, and suddenly there are uniform calls.

Zhao Jing turned his head to look, his long and narrow phoenix eyes were deep and deep.

The men in black rushed forward one after another, and fell down in front of the royal guards one after another.

He suddenly remembered the nightmare he had had in the third year of Qingyuan.

In the dream, there were many swords, lights, swords and shadows, and he was pale and thin, tightly clutching the invisible man's robe. In a daze, the man in black had turned to face him, shining brightly, braving his face. The cold knife stabbed at him without any emotion.

He subconsciously closed his eyes, welcoming death.

There was a "stab" sound, the sound of the cloth being cut, and there was no pain on his body. He slowly opened his eyes, and saw Ji Yuanjin, whose arm was ripped apart and bleeding black blood, pushed him away.

Because of this heavy push, he staggered and was about to fall, but found that his hands were stained with Yuan Zhen's blood.

Suddenly the whistling sound of arrowheads rang in his ears, and the next second, he staggered forward, only to see Ji Yuanjin fell in a pool of blood after being hit by an arrow.

On that winter day in the third year of Qingyuan, because of this nightmare, he didn't get a good night's sleep.

Tossing and turning every night, he thought, if Ji Yuanjin left him and could live a stable life, he accepted it.

In a few breaths, all the assassinated men in black were eliminated, and the blood dripping all over the ground was also cleaned up by the royal guards.

Yan Yun, who was relaxed and wanton at first, is now full of vigilance, for fear that some assassination flying knives and arrowheads will fly out from somewhere.

The person in front of him is the Holy Lord Mingjun. If something happens to him, he will die.

In the distance, jingle bells rang along with the fragrance of spring, and a handsome young man appeared on a thin horse, his appearance more blazing and glamorous than before.

"At the beginning, we got together and parted. They called it, and there was no reason to meet Yimian again. In recent days, there will be another feast unexpectedly."

Zhao Jing's eyes seemed to be scorched by the bright sunlight, he turned his head stiffly, and his eyes were quietly red.

The handsome young man said that when he left, he said that he would have no chance to meet you again. Recently, he did not expect that we would meet again.

And he himself "has a lot of things in his mind, and he has nothing to say when we meet."

It's been a long time since we met, and I have accumulated thousands of words in my heart, and I am ready to talk to myself when I meet, but when I really meet, I don't know where to start, and I can't even say a word.

In the 44th year of Emperor Yong's reign, he was born with an unknown identity and was taken in by farmers.

In the 54th year of Dayong, at the age of ten, he was brought into the Ji Mansion, and carefully called that man "Daddy", so that he no longer had the nightmare of being beaten up by a peasant couple.

In the 64th year of Dayong, at the age of 16, he stared at that man's face in the court hall, and he wanted to pull him into the mortal world and imprison him by his side forever.

In the 66th year of Dayong, he ascended the throne and became the new emperor. That person begged him for the first time, but let him be the empress. It was the first time he disobeyed that person's wishes.

In the first year of Qingyuan, he regained the western Xinjiang, and he became more determined to govern the country well.

In the third year of Qingyuan, that man left the capital forever and kidnapped his General Zhenwei.

He always thought that the luckiest thing in his life was to meet the handsome young master in the 54th year of Emperor Yong's reign.

Now, I feel even more fortunate that the young master was able to return to him in the 7th year of Qingyuan.

"Long time no see." He turned his head to meet the gentle gaze of the handsome young master, and shed tears.

(End of this chapter)