Please take care of yourself [Quick Transmigration]

Ling Yi, who was dressed in dark armor, was alone. The hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses he brought back were all ordered to be stationed in the suburbs of Beijing. Only he and a few generals who were about to receive rewards could enter the palace to face the saint.

As soon as they entered the palace, the five-step-one-post soldiers held sharp weapons and stared at the generals who were walking around in the courtyard. This is the sorrow of being a minister and a general. It is obviously only one step away from hitting the Yellow Dragon and completely annihilating the Heizu. But because the emperor was jealous, they had no choice but to let go of this trouble.After finally coming back, what greeted them was the suspicion of the courtiers and the emperor.

As soon as he entered the palace gate, he saw a flat and long corridor. At the end of the corridor, among the many rivers and rivers, a young man in a crimson cloak bumped into Ling Yi's unprepared eyes.

I saw the young man raised his black eyebrows slanted into his temples, and looked at Ling Yi from afar.

Almost instantly, Ling Yi recognized that this was his kitten, his Jinnian.

He secretly looked at him countless times, watching him grow into such a glamorous appearance, but it was the first time in eight years that he looked at him so openly.

Ling Yi almost couldn't wait, and walked quickly towards the end of the corridor. Before he could call out the young man's name, he saw the young man bowing down with a smile: "Uncle Nine Emperors, welcome back to Beijing."

Ling Yi's heart was poured head-on by a basin of ice water. Although eight years had passed, the memory of Su Jinnian glaring at him and calling him Uncle Nine was still vivid in his memory. It was as fresh as yesterday. He looked directly at Su Jinnian Liuli Qing The penetrating eyes were full of dignity and arrogance like a court textbook, and the smile didn't reach the eyes.

"Jinnian, Uncle Jiu is back."

Already an adult, Ling Yi's voice has become much hoarse, and the evil spirit brought back from the battlefield has also subsided, and his obviously tough voice is strangely soft.

Su Jinnian tilted his head and smiled seemingly indifferently: "It's rare that Uncle Nine Emperors still remembers the titles that were ignorant when I was a child."

The tall young man in the black prince's uniform also sneered, "Brother Nine Emperors, please move to the Hall of Xuanhe, Father and all the ministers are waiting for you."

Ling Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he had just noticed that there was another person beside Su Jinnian. He glanced at him lightly, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a disdainful arc: "Oh, you are?"

This contemptuous attitude undoubtedly hurt the tall boy's self-esteem. He was a little out of breath, and he opened his mouth to say something, but Su Jinnian raised his hand and held it down lightly: "This is Twelfth Uncle Lingyun, Ninth Uncle has been away from Beijing for too long, I forgot It’s understandable.”

What he said was in defense of Ling Yun, Ling Yi's eyes darkened, he didn't say anything, passing by Su Jinnian and Ling Yun who were standing there, and walked towards the Hall of Xuanhe behind them.

Obviously, eight years meant completely different things to him and Su Jinnian.

After setting foot on this palace again for eight years, Ling Yi found that all the joy and ambition he expected had not been fulfilled. Even though everything was under his control, he still felt that his heart was empty without any filling.

It was as if the moment the young man's strange eyes swept over, all the blood in it was frozen and could not flow.

The child who would affectionately call him "Uncle Nine" under the moon still couldn't come back.

Civil and military officials lined up in two rows, welcoming Ling Yi's return, but they were all silent. Ling Yi's eyes froze, and he noticed that there was no one on the high seat.

Suddenly, Ling Yi's familiar clanging sound of armor colliding sounded, pouring out like dark clouds, enveloping the entire court hall.The ministers were even more stunned, not daring to breathe.

A loud laugh sounded from behind the throne, and the third prince, who was wearing a bright yellow imperial uniform, walked out slowly: "Ninth Emperor Brother, welcome back."

Seeing this scene, Ling Yi still didn't understand.He stood calmly on the spot, his eyes were dark, and he looked directly into the eyes of the third prince aloft. He was obviously at a disadvantage, but his aura should not be underestimated.

"Brother Three Emperors, you will be sentenced to death if you privately manufacture the emperor's uniform."

The third prince was stunned, and then laughed like crazy: "Everyone says you are Dayan's god of war, you are superb in your military skills, and you have never lost a battle. From now on, it's nothing more than that!"

Ling Yi looked at the crazy appearance of the third prince, his gray eyes were as calm as water, without any fluctuation, his thin lips parted and closed: "Maybe they are right?"

"Because today is your death day!"

"Ling Yi, can't you see clearly now?" The third prince only thought that Ling Yi was still dying, and looked at him with pity.

"Don't worry, Brother Huang won't let anyone have a chance to damage your corpse, so," a bloodthirsty excitement flashed in the eyes of the third prince: "I'll let you go through your heart with ten thousand arrows!"

Ling Yi didn't even raise his eyebrows from the beginning to the end, his expression was quite calm.

Seeing him like this, the third prince was angry from his heart, and ordered to the surrounding crossbow formations: "Fire the arrows!"

In the next second, a scene that stunned the third prince happened. Countless soldiers raised their spears, aiming at him standing alone in a high position!

He looked at Ling Yi in disbelief, "How...how did this happen?!"

"Brother Three Emperors," Ling Yi smiled, a smile appeared on his masculine and charming face, not as warm as the spring breeze, but like the cold wind of winter, making people chill from the bottom of their bones: "I It's more generous, I plan to keep your whole body, and then, how about burying it in a mass grave on the outskirts of the city?"

"Come here, pour wine for the Third Prince!"

The situation was reversed, and the third prince was like a bereaved dog, his legs suddenly lost the strength to support him, and he fell limply in front of the dragon chair, and the golden dragon embroidered on his chest seemed to lose all energy.Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he got up abruptly, rolled and crawled towards Ling Yi, crying and begging for mercy while crawling: "Ninth brother, third brother knows his mistake... let me go."

Ling Yi stood there unmoved, his gray eyes seemed to see through everything.

Not long after, Brother Sanhuang's originally clean and tidy clothes became in a mess, his jade crown fell off, his hair was disheveled, and he was so unkempt that he didn't look like a pampered prince at all.

When he was only three steps away from Ling Yi, Brother Sanhuang, who had kept his head down, had a glint of sternness in his eyes, and suddenly took out a dagger gleaming with cold light from his sleeve, and stabbed straight at Ling Yi's heart!

Ling Yi was a little surprised, no one would have imagined that the third prince from Xiangzi would have a day of being cautious, and actually hid a dagger in his sleeve beforehand!

The angle chosen by the third prince is very tricky, Ling Yi can't avoid it at all!

The dagger was getting closer and closer, Ling Yi closed his eyes, and there was a wry smile on his lips, did he... still fail?

There was a muffled sound of the dagger piercing into the flesh. Ling Yi, who had been in battle for a long time, could hear that it was the sound of piercing into the heart. It seemed that Brother Sanhuang had used all his strength. Such a serious injury could not be healed at all.

The strange thing is that Ling Yi didn't feel the slightest pain, he opened his eyes with some doubts, and was facing the crimson back of the young man with his back turned to him, in a trance, Ling Yi felt that the world had changed.

Jinnian!

Ling Yi's eyes were about to burst, and Fei flew the third prince who was still in a daze with his palm. He stretched out his arms to embrace the crumbling young man into his arms, and said in a trembling voice, "...Jin Nian."

"Uncle Nine..." Su Jinnian endured the severe pain in his heart, who knows how much he wanted to leave this world immediately, but he couldn't, he had to explain the "funeral affairs",

"Don't worry, Uncle Jiu, I have been suffering from heart disease since I was a child... I have been used to it for a long time, this pain is nothing." Seeing Ling Yi's pain, Su Jinnian's heart seemed to be stabbed, and he wasted it for some reason The limited chance to speak comforted Ling Yi.

Although it seems... it had the opposite effect.

"Promise Jinnian to be... a good emperor, okay?"

The long-lost nickname rang out from the boy's mouth, but Ling Yi found that he didn't want it at all.

"Jinnian, hold on, you won't die."

"... okay?" Su Jinnian's black pupils in Liuli's glazed eyes were slightly dilated, as if he couldn't hear Ling Yi's words at all, and he was still persistently asking for an answer.

"...Okay, Uncle Jiu promises you."

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