Don't talk nonsense, turn around and take the blame [Quick Transmigration]

The snow was falling in full swing, before half an hour passed, all the old marks on the bluestone steps were heavily covered.

The cries and the sound of horseshoes have barely stopped, only the palace walls thousands of miles away are still struggling with the blackened smoke, the prairie fire is extinguished, scattered in all directions in the heavy snow of goose feathers, floating and sinking, and the beach becomes an unidentifiable light mass. mud.

The cold wind suddenly picked up and hit the kneeling officials outside the hall like whips and whips, making people dare not even lift their heads.

"Chu Huaijin, I didn't lose to you, but I was born at the wrong time!" Chu Fu bowed and trembling all over, stretched out a finger tremblingly, and nodded twice.

He seemed to have exhausted all his strength, stretching his knuckles into a strange arc, and the blue veins around his neck were throbbing violently, becoming the only thing with a bit of "popularity" all over his body.

"It's your Chu family who treats me poorly, it's this Yun Chu who treats me poorly!" Chu Fu panted heavily, like a dying fish that was swept ashore by wind and waves and struggled desperately to no avail, and even the little bit of popularity gradually weakened .

"Chu Fu." An old voice slowly floated through the Zhumen of Zhengxin Hall, breaking the silence of the ground, "There is never any untimely birth, but fate is not on you."

"Even if you were born hundreds of thousands of years earlier, you are still young." Zhou Yuan was supported by Zhou Yan, and the two followed closely behind him. Unbearable to leave a name."

All the officials who were kneeling on the ground raised their heads together before the words fell, and the horror in their eyes boiled bit by bit in the cold snow.

Standing in front of them is the right minister? !And Yan Shangshu and Sima Qing? !

No... Wasn't it abandoned in Boshui after being granted death?

Chu Fu seemed to be insane to the extreme, but he calmed down. The crown on the top couldn't bear the weight because of his long bending over, and it collapsed and leaned to one side.

With disheveled hair and haggard appearance, his eyes swept from Zhou Yuan all the way to Sima, and finally fell on Chu Huaijin, and shouted "Chu Huaijin" in a hoarse voice.

It turned out that when the hatred was the strongest, there was nothing else to say except calling out his name.

"Before he dies, does the emperor have anything else to teach me?" Wen Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he spoke softly. It was different from Chu Fu's decadence soaked in ashes, like a pale moon and a cloud. Floating, and finally passed the traceless breeze.

He just stood there quietly, dressed in white, not stained with dust.

Chu Fu was used to Chu Huaijin's brocade attire and dragon robe next to his body. After seeing thirteen spring and autumn seasons, he didn't feel that it fit him for a day.

But who would have thought that today, when the Tsing Yi army was overwhelming the city, it was only then that he realized that he had never seen Huai Jin's face clearly.

The Tsing Yi Army outside the hall was surnamed Xiao, but it was also Chu.

He tried hard to grind those old memories, but in the end it was futile, he didn't remember anything.

In fact, he didn't lose to Chu Huaijin, nor did he lose to Ming, but to himself.

What his nephew said was right, he was incompetent and soulless, so he kept a wolf cub for 13 years, and in the end he had to pay for it with his own life.

His whole life was actually just a joke, a self-made joke, if he really wanted to teach Chu Huaijin one last thing, Chu Fu felt that there was nothing else but one word, and that was "kill".

Xu Liang's Tsing Yi flag had already been flying high from a distance, and Chu Fu leaned on the dragon table and staggered towards the chair painted with gold and lacquer carvings, but before he stepped on the stone foundation, there was a sharp pain in his ankle , the two swords were nailed to the bone, and fell to a place only one step away.

Wen Yan turned his face to look at Xiao Heng, saw him wave his hand, and said: "Although I don't want him to dirty your position, but I haven't had time yet."

"This is begging for my father. I have to let him taste all the crimes suffered by the prison prisoner." Zhou Yan walked behind Wen Yan, shaking his sword with anger, "It hurts so little, it's easy for him."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Yan lowered his eyes.

He knew that not only him, but his father, Xiang He, Yan Shangshu, Sima Qing...all wanted to get back from Chu Fu the suffering that Chu Huaijin had suffered, but they couldn't bring it up in front of Chu Fu.

If they are like this, what about Xiao Heng?

Zhou Yan took a deep look at Xiao Heng, his smile couldn't reach his eyes, the only vain tenderness was given to the people beside him, and he couldn't tell the slightest bit of pity for him.

He knew Xiao Heng too well, if it wasn't for Xiao Jin standing here, this Hall of Zhengxin would have become Chu Fu's tomb long ago.

Zhou Yuan didn't enter the hall, but stopped in front of the low hall threshold, turned around and looked at the huddled officials, and said coldly: "This is what you should accept, so you have to accept it."

There have never been more than one or two people who are alone in this court. He knows it, and Chu Huaijin knows it too, but on the banks of the Boshui River and outside the palace wall, Chu Huaijin knelt down, and the people knelt down. Suffered, suffered as Chu Huaijin suffered.

While kneeling, he had to cut open his own flesh and blood to see whether it was the wind in Yunchu that was colder, or their blood.

Among them, including myself.

Zhou Yuan staggered, but that kneeling was extremely neat and dignified. His back was stretched very flat, his hands were folded and stuck to the thin ice-covered palace steps, and he kowtowed heavily, regardless of the biting cold. , Said word by word: "Welcome to the emperor to return to court, my emperor...Long live."

Yan Shangshu and Sima Qing knelt down, bowed their heads and saluted, "Welcome to the emperor, long live my emperor."

Immediately afterwards, the courtiers behind them all kowtowed, and the Qingyi army led by Xu Liang got off their horses and knelt down.

Xiang He, Cao Jing, Zhou Yan, and finally Xiao Heng.

All the way from outside the Zhengxin Hall to the side of the imperial road, Chu officials were everywhere, except for Chu Huaijin, no one was standing.

The voice of "Welcome Your Majesty to return to court, long live my emperor" is getting louder and louder, like a fire covered with icy edges rising up bit by bit from the icy lake on the deep cliff. The heart hall is full of red.

Wen Yan was standing under the dragon table, without court clothes, steps, or dragon chair, but no one dared to look at him.

Wen Yan's eyelashes drooped slightly, and he said indifferently, "Get flat."

Across layers of white jade railings, Wen Yan saw the flag flying beside Xu Liang's tall horse, and at some point changed from "Qing" to "Chu". It was Chu Huaijin's "Chu", not Chu Fu's "Chu" .

Wen Yan still remembered that when he just woke up, the undissolved sentence circling in his mind was said by Chu Huaijin——

"The road is too long, I can't walk it, I can't walk it a long time ago."

Now, he has finally come.

A big fire burned inside the palace wall, completely burning Chu Fu's "lands and mountains". The emperor returned to the court, and Chu Fu was captured" news blew out.

Along with it, there is also the young emperor who they called thirteen kinds of "tyrants and faint lords" in order to keep Yun Chu's loyalty and suffering.

That night, the lights of thousands of families burned continuously, illuminating the city of Kyoto as bright as day. They didn't know whether Emperor Chu would see it, but they just wanted to tell him that this sea of ​​lights was for him, only for him.

If the young emperor had never seen it, but also hoped for the kindness of the heavens, he would be able to take a sneak peek, so that the rest of his life would be safe and fulfilled.

Chu Huiji regent announced to the world, but when Chu Huaijin returned to the court and ascended the throne, he only said a few words to the court the next day, asking people to strip away the funeral rites and move the body of Chu Fu from Canglangpo to the imperial mausoleum. out.

No announcement was made to the world, no grand ceremony was held, and no auspicious time was even chosen for returning to court. Occasionally, it seemed that nothing had changed in this imperial city, it was sloppy and perfunctory.

The emperor was not in a hurry, but the courtiers were in a hurry.

Especially Zhou Yuan and Xiang He, Xiao Heng had found some medicine from someone in the past few days, Chu Huaijin's spirit was getting better and better, but was suppressed by the government, and the lights didn't rest until four o'clock.

The imperial chef of the dining room tried his best to make the emperor grow a few taels of flesh, but Chu Huaijin always lacked interest and appetite. Except for General Killing Zheng who kept running to the dining room for some reason, almost no one had any face. Neither.

It is strange to say that General Killing, who was rumored to be able to detour the King of Hades, was able to get the dining room. He obviously only had a few skills after turning over and over again, but he won the favor of Emperor Chu. Only he can see the bottom of his food. , It's been like this for several days in a row, and I don't get tired of it.

This is simply an insult to the royal chefs who have served the emperor for generations!

So on a dark and windy night of one month, they risked beheading and secretly scooped a spoonful of porridge from the supper porridge made by General Luzheng for the Chu Emperor. A few grains of rice, but was captured by General Luzheng on the spot.

Just when they thought blood was about to splatter on the spot, General Luzheng just raised his eyebrows slightly, and said lightly, "Go on, what's the taste?"

The royal chefs have been meeting Lu Zheng every day these days, even if they just start a fight and dare not talk to him, they also vaguely know that although Lu Zheng is not a friendly person, he is not as scary as others say, so they have the courage to suppress him Unable to be curious, he tentatively took a sip.

The predecessors made a start, and the descendants let go of their courage, and a bowl of imperial porridge quickly bottomed out.

It's better than they imagined, but in comparison, the craftsmanship is still decades behind them.

So the fire was lit immediately, and a better-looking bowl was made on the spot.

Lu Zheng didn't speak, he made another bowl by himself, and then slowly followed behind Chuanshan Palace slave with the food box, and when he reached Ningxin Hall, he didn't enter the door, just waited at the door, called Chuanshan Palace The slave didn't say anything, and put the two bowls of porridge on the table together.

That night, a row of imperial chefs stood at the entrance of the dining room, waiting eagerly for two celadon bowls with painted flowers.

One is empty and one is full.

The full one is obviously their better looking one.

The lights in the dining room were kept on all night, and when the sky was dim, they successfully squatted in the dining room as the "General of the Royal Kitchen". Regardless of the suspicion of overstepping the rules, he finally asked the phrase "what secret thing did the general add to his food?".

But Xiao Heng just smiled and said, "Don't work hard on me, lest you go astray."

"Besides, you can't learn it either."

The dining room was in a hurry, Zhou Yuan and the others were even more anxious, they wished to replace him with their own bodies, taking turns to approve the memorials for him, and they were reluctant to detain him in this imperial city.

Probably because I have seen more people and things, and the silent yin and yang and the five elements suddenly became clear. The imperial city has become very evil recently, and the scene of the white flag fluttering still has traces, but their king Such a lack of concern, such an appearance of not being afraid of taboos, made them feel guilty for a while.

After several struggles, Zhou Yuan approached Xiao Heng, and in the name of the Lantern Festival, persuaded him not to be obsessed with government affairs, but to get down to the dragon case and go to the common people's homes to have a look.

Xiao Heng gave a low laugh and said, "Master, don't worry, even if you don't tell me, I will take him to see it."

"That's good, that's good. It's not a problem to walk for a few more days. Fortunately, there are no major incidents recently. Yan Shangshu and Sima are here, so take it easy."