[Rebirth] The lord wants a minister to die

Ning Jin tilted his body, and a fist like a hammer hit his shoulder, and his knees bent, almost kneeling on the ground.

At that moment, Ning Jin could only think about such a heavy iron chain, which was wrapped around He Zhan's throat just now.How painful should that be?

Xie Jinghong actually laughed and sighed at such a juncture: "What a boy!"

With gloomy eyes, Ning Jin grabbed Xie Jinghong's wrist, pushed him away, and took a few steps back.Xuanjizi tacitly threw the sword to Ning Jin.

Xie Jinghong sneered and attacked again, Ning Jin didn't entangle him, the long sword went straight to the bottom, picked up the iron chain on his foot, wrapped it around the blade, and drew quickly, Xie Jinghong might as well be tripped He fell to the ground, extremely embarrassed and fell to the ground.

Without saying a word, Ning Jin raised his sword and struck down.

The point of the sword was pointing downwards, hitting Xie Jinghong's heart, blood spurted out!

He Zhan was startled for no reason, and he couldn't help taking a step back. It was obvious that Xie Jinghong was the one who was hit by the sword, but there was also a colic in his heart, and the pain spread quickly and spread to his chest. Internal organs.

The corners of Ning Jin's eyes were full of blood, just like his sinister eyes, with a terrifying and cold light: "I said, if you want to play, I will accompany you. But you challenged my bottom line again and again. Xie Jinghong... I can't tolerate you!"

The sword stirred dully, Xie Jinghong laughed and roared, with blood foaming from the corner of his mouth: "Okay! What a Ning Jin!"

He Zhan couldn't say a word of mercy, but his lips kept trembling.

After all, Xuanjizi is a cultivator, so he finally couldn't bear it, and said softly: "Ning Jin, that's all."

It was obviously an understatement, but it was like a slap in the face, and it gave Ning Jin a big blow.He just realized that the person he was killing was He Zhan's biological father, and it was still in front of He Zhan.

Some of his subordinates couldn't hold the hilt of the sword, and quickly drew back to the sword, looking at He Zhan in horror.

"Son... you come here..."

Xie Jinghong called He Zhan in a low voice, in front of him was the endless night and the gradually falling snowflakes.

He Zhan walked over, and several people tried to stop them, but he pushed them away.He Zhan knelt in front of Xie Jinghong on one knee, silently waiting for his words.

"The people of the Ning family are well-fed and well-off, they have everything... Father has nothing..."

"You have a lot, you just want too much, and you end up with nothing."

"Yes..." Xie Jinghong laughed a few times, his voice hoarse, "Protect Ke'er...he has no intention of being the throne..."

"I see."

Xie Jinghong closed his eyes, stroked the bleeding wound, and said, "It hurts so much."

He used to be afraid of pain, very afraid.

He Zhan: "It won't hurt in a while."

The snow fell on Xie Jinghong's face, taking away the remaining warmth from his body bit by bit.

He Zhan knelt on one knee in the snow for a long, long time, so long that he couldn't remember how he came back, his eyes turned black, and he fell down, and there were many calls in his ears, someone called "He Zhan" , some are called "Grandpa", and some are called "Regent"...

And Ning Jin said "Uncle".

The medicine stove produced incense, and the bitter medicinal smell floated out of the sand pot.

Xuanjizi cleaned his hands, wiped He Zhan's sweaty forehead with a warm cloth, and put new medicine on the bruise on his neck.

When everything was over, he opened the door lightly and went out.Ning Jin had been waiting outside for a long time. During the day, he had to deal with the affairs of Luzhou, negotiated with Emperor Jiang Guo many times, and stayed by He Zhan's side at night without sleep.Tiredness could be seen faintly on Ning Jin's face, but he still held on to his spirit, not daring to rest for a while.

When Xuanjizi saw him, he felt that Ning Jin hadn't changed at all for so many years. He Zhan was also seriously injured when he first came to Qingfeng Taoist Temple.

Ning Jin rushed forward eagerly: "How is it?"

Unlike Qing Xiao who would hide Ning Jin from it, Xuanjizi spoke directly.

"It's not good, he's got internal injuries... you know?"

"…do not know."

"Put it on ordinary people, this kind of internal injury recuperation will pass, but He Zhan's health has not been very good, and now it is worse. According to Qing Xiao, he has already experienced the crux of mental burnout before, and it seems that the situation cannot be tolerated." Optimistic." Xuanjizi shook his head and sighed, "He has been ill for many years, and it is not suitable for him to serve in the imperial court. I think you should persuade him to leave the imperial court and send him to the Qingfeng Taoist Temple. I will change the prescription for him to take good care of him. , maybe there is still salvation.”

It turns out that when he said that he was going to Qingfeng Taoist Temple, did he expect this step a long time ago?

Ning Jin asked in a muffled voice, "So, how long will it take?"

"The minimum is five years, and the maximum is eight or ten years. It depends on He Zhan himself."

"I see...can I go in and see him now?"

Xuan Jizi said: "He is still resting. You should go to sleep for a while, and when you wake up, you can go see him."

Ning Jin pursed his lips, nodded and said, "Okay."

When Ning Jin woke up, it was dusk, the twilight merged, the sky was full of sunset, the light like gold powder fell on the screen window, and a piece of peace was revealed.

He Zhan woke up at some point, half leaning on the bedside to read a book, his lips were still bloodless, seeing Ning Jin coming in from the door lightly, he first raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Your Majesty."

In the past few days, He Zhan often wakes up and often does not wake up. This is the first time he has spoken to Ning Jin so clearly.

Ning Jin was happy, but he didn't dare to speak too loudly, and said softly: "En..." He sat down along the side of the bed, took off the book in his hand, and said, "Don't read it. Are you tired?"

"Fortunately."

The two sat in silence for a while, He Zhan rarely saw Ning Jin being so quiet, there was always a gloomy look on his brows, and he looked unhappy.

He Zhan guessed that it should be about Luzhou, and asked: "Did the emperor of Jiang Guo embarrass you? The territory of Luzhou is not small. If you want to cut his flesh, he must scream a few times, but don't do anything." A compromise is fine, after all Luzhou..."

Ning Jin cut off his words: "Uncle."

"…kindness?"

"Let's not talk about that."

"…it is good."

He Zhan moved his body inside, freed half of the bed for him, and said, "Come on. Why do you look so depressed? Have you been sleeping well these days? Your illness is fine. You don't have to come to see me every day. ...I know you are..."

Ning Jin used to like to hold He Zhan in his arms. His broad shoulders can shield He Zhan from the wind and rain.This time, he rested his head on He Zhan's arms, nestled in his arms, and said in a low voice: "When you return to Beijing, uncle will live in Qingfeng Taoist Temple?"

"Okay, hasn't the minister already talked to you?"

For a long while, Ning Jin didn't speak.

He Zhan saw that he was still a little gloomy, so he couldn't help but put on a relaxed tone, and said with a smile: "Why, I don't want to talk to my minister now? Is it because I have come to the Qingfeng Taoist temple, and I have to stay alone in the empty room every day, waiting for the emperor to come Fortunately?"

"I'm scared."

He Zhan: "What?"

Ning Jin rubbed He Zhan's chest, and repeated in a hoarse voice: "I'm afraid."

"what happened?"

Ning Jin: "I'm afraid that uncle won't wake up after he falls asleep, and I'm afraid that uncle will leave forever...and never come back..."

"How could it be? Wasn't it all right before? Don't be afraid, I will live a long life."

Then there was another long silence, He Zhan didn't speak any more, just let him hold her.Later, He Zhan was a little tired, and fell asleep again in a daze, listening to Ning Jin whispering something in his ear while awake and half awake.

Can't remember.

Seems to be…

"This life is too short, how many years... how many decades...?"

"If I can't exchange my life for you, even if it is long live, what's the use?"

Yasukuni and even Chen Bing border, swords drawn, showed an unrelenting attitude.The two sides had a stalemate for a month, and finally the Emperor Jiang had no choice but to compromise, giving up Luzhou and retaining the jurisdiction of Menchang Mansion and Taixi Mansion.

Returning to Beijing is on the agenda.

He Zhan's health has also improved, Ning Qi wants to go back to Beijing first to assist Fang Yuexiu in dealing with the affairs of the court. He heard that there has been a heated discussion in the imperial city because of the emperor's going to Beijing, and there is gradually a trend of turmoil in the court.

Ning Qi bid farewell to Ning Jin and went to He Zhan's residence before leaving.

"He Zhan."

He Zhan had just finished drinking the medicine, and he was so miserable that he couldn't find the north. Seeing Ning Qi coming, he couldn't find the east, west, south: "Weasel."

"I am leaving."

I don't know when, he no longer called himself "the king".Ning Qi called himself that since he was a child, and it seemed that he was much more mature than other children of the same age. At that time, He Zhan still laughed at him, always behaved like a puppet doll.Still a beautiful puppet doll.

Ning Qi was very angry when he heard this, and when He Zhan praised him for being beautiful, he became even more angry, and beat He Zhan without saying a word.Where is He Zhan the one who eats fists?Even though he was shorter than Ning Qi and weaker than him, He Zhan was cunning and ruthless in the fight.

Seems like that was the first time two people fought...

When He Dazhong found out, he almost beat He Zhan into the air. In the end, Ning Qi, the little prince, pleaded for mercy and forgave him, so that He Zhan would not be hung up and beaten.

When He Zhan thought of this, his heart was blocked, he waved his hand and said: "Let's go." He said and picked up the scroll in hand.

Ning Qi was silent, and after a while he said: "The Shuixian House in Qingfeng Taoist Temple is the best..."

"En. The emperor told me that I will live in Shuixian's room after entering the contemplation."

"...It will be early spring when we go back, it's cold on the mountain, you...be more careful."

Ning Qi didn't often say these thoughtful words, his tone was strange, it seemed hard to say.

Only then did He Zhan raise his head and looked at Ning Qi curiously, and asked with a smile, "What? Are you here to wish me New Year's greetings again?"

Listening to He Zhan's teasing, Ning Qi didn't reply.

Before returning to Beijing, Ning Jin decreed to restore Ning Qi's position and allowed him to lead the Yanbei Army again. The Fengming Palace was opened and the Zhumen opened their doors to welcome Fengming.

Ning Qi knew the considerations in Ning Jin's mind, he was nothing more than scruples about He Zhan's going to Qingfeng Taoist Temple to recuperate.If Ning Qi was still practicing under Xuanjizi's sect, he and He Zhan would be under the same roof. How could Ning Jin see this situation?

Ning Qi smiled wryly to himself, he still failed to defeat Ning Jin in the end.

Ning Qi: "Take care."

He Zhan nodded his head and said solemnly: "Take care. Ning pray."

Ning Qi turned and left.

The journey back to Beijing was long and long, and the carriage bumped all the way, so that He Zhan's bones were about to fall apart.The long-distance travel made his health worse and worse, and he had to return to the life soaked in medicine jars, and spent almost every day in pain.

Ning Jin rode in the same carriage with him, and often hugged He Zhan and never let go.Sometimes when I see He Zhan falling asleep, I have to shake him to wake him up after a while, and talk to him nervously, about the local customs and past interesting stories on the road, and let him continue to sleep only after getting He Zhan's answer. .

Later, Ning Jin issued an iron order to slow down the itinerary to return to the capital, and put the regent first in everything. Even though a group of people worried that the emperor's life would be in danger when he was away, they couldn't say a word when they saw the melancholy and tiredness on Ning Jin's brows Words of comfort.

Everything comes first with the Lord Regent.

When passing through Cangzhou, Xuanjizi visited a famous doctor who was good at acupuncture. He asked this person to accompany He Zhan to diagnose and treat him. Maybe he found a way. One of them took care of the inside and the other outside, and He Zhan's illness gradually improved.

When he returned to Qingfeng Taoist Temple, He Zhan looked much better and was able to walk freely, which was almost the same as when he went to Beijing.

Ning Jin planned to stay with him for a few more days, but He Zhan looked at the courtiers outside who were waiting for the emperor to return to the palace, and pushed him out without saying a word.

If you accompany me again, all civil and military officials will kneel down the entire mountain road!

"Go back to the palace!" He Zhan scolded, "If you don't come back again, don't come to see me."

Ning Jin was a little aggrieved: "Wouldn't it be impossible to see him when he returned to the palace?"

He Zhan put his forehead against the door and couldn't help laughing a few times, so he replied softly: "I'll go to the palace to find you after you finish dealing with the mess."

"Uncle, don't go back on your word."

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