see the gentleman

Ji Yun watched helplessly as Chen Yu slid slowly to the ground, and the gushing blood gradually soaked through his clothes, stained the stone steps of the altar, and flowed into the cracks in the stones.

For a moment, Ji Yun's mind went blank, and he couldn't figure it out.

He was clearly, obviously extremely careful, and even tried his best to detain Chen Yu in the capital.

But why is Chen Yu still dead?

Just like in the previous life, Chen Yu died at the hands of the rebels.

It seems like an inevitable fate, and it will eventually go to the predetermined ending.

Ji Yun seemed to be gripped by something hard in his heart, he was almost out of breath.

He looked at Ji Zhao in front of him, and suddenly realized that the young man in front of him was more and more like his father.

Whether it's eyebrows, behavior, or the momentum of the whole body.

Even though he has been silent in the princess mansion for a long time, the traces in his blood can't be erased. He is still Ji Zhun's son—naturally rebellious, ambitious, and unwilling to be buried.

"You..." Ji Yun's voice was hoarse, as if it had been squeezed out of his lungs, "When did you start?"

Ji Zhao's face was still pale at first, as if he was at a loss, looking at his empty palm, but after hearing Ji Yun's words, he seemed to be pulled back to reality abruptly.

"Since the day you killed my father and king, uncle, we are already irreconcilable." He looked at Ji Yun, the corners of his eyes twitching slightly, his eyes were full of strong and paranoid sarcasm and hatred, "You Kill my father, slaughter my entire family, and take away everything I should have, do you still think that I will be grateful if you save my life?"

"Before my father left home for Beijing, in the face of other people's worries and persuasion, he said boldly that you have always been beautiful and would not do anything to him, but what happened? What a powerful method the emperor's uncle has. My father, who claims to be smart, but I don’t notice your trap, and you’ll fall right one at a time.” Ji Zhao’s voice was sharp, but an extremely vicious smile appeared on his face, “Ji Yun, you are useless and incompetent, so you have no choice but to cut off all your relatives and siblings who threaten you, but you Leaving me such a scourge—I’m afraid you don’t know why the king of Liaodong, King Hanyang, made an appointment to rebel together.”

Ji Yun realized what he meant almost instantly, and he finally knew what was written in the letter from the King of Liaodong to the capital.

The corner of his eyes twitched, and his voice almost split: "You joined them together?!"

"Yeah, otherwise how can I, a waste locked in a cage, compete with you, Uncle Huang?" Ji Zhao laughed carefreely and distortedly, "Listen carefully, did you hear the sound of the horse's hooves being trampled? They were afraid You have already broken the Xihua Gate and headed straight to the palace—Ji Yun, your country will soon change hands."

Ji Yun's eyes were about to burst: "Impossible! Liaodong King and Hanyang King are trapped, and they have long been unable to sustain themselves. How can they send troops to Beijing again!"

"Why, doesn't the emperor know?" Ji Zhao sneered, "Heishui received a group of generals from the King of Liaodong, and those generals sneaked into the commander's tent in the middle of the night. Gan cut it in half with a knife."

"Ah," he suddenly thought of something, with a very happy, crazy smile on his face, as if a revenge had been avenged: "I remember that one of them was once a subject of my father's king. Only this vassal, Jin Chan, managed to escape to Liaodong, where he was taken in by the king of Liaodong, and changed his name and surname from then on, just to survive—this person’s name is Yu Hong, I don’t know if the emperor still remembers it?”

As if enlightened, Ji Yun finally knew why when he saw Yu Hong's name, he felt deja vu.

In the last life, Yu Hong, as a capable general beside Ji Zhun, killed all directions, and many soldiers of the imperial court were lost by him.

And in this life, even though there were some traces of distortion, Yu Hong changed his name to Yu Hong, and went from Ji Zhun to the King of Liaodong, but those things that happened are still reproduced one by one.

Ji Yun's heart was beating like a drum. He felt that he was trapped in some kind of infinitely repeating vicious circle. He tried hard to get out of this vicious circle, but no matter how he ran or in which direction he ran, he was exhausted and could no longer run. Now, I looked up and found that I was still in that circle.

He didn't run out.

Ji Zhao was still gnashing his teeth: "I hibernated in the princess mansion for several years, just for today—"

"The reason is today, let you be ungrateful and kill my son?!"

A voice that was so sharp that it almost collapsed suddenly came in obliquely. Ji Zhao suddenly turned to the source of the sound, and saw Xin Ling standing at the entrance of the passage, trembling like a piece of broken catkins. She had to hold on to the railing , to prevent yourself from being unstable.

Her eyes were red, and she fixed her eyes on Ji Zhao. She regretted it, she hated it to the bone.

In fact, until just now, Xinling still had the last faint illusion in her heart, and she was still unwilling to believe all of Ji Zhao's words—Ji Zhao said that he had evil intentions and had already colluded with the two feudal lords in preparation for rebellion.Ji Zhao was just trying to be courageous in the princess mansion, and she just wanted to take advantage of Yu'er. She wanted to get in touch with the entire big network of the capital through Yu'er, and was ready to move at any time.

It was only in this way that she could persuade herself to hold her ground, so that she would not imagine what kind of bloody storm would happen on the altar.

For a moment, she couldn't even comprehend that the two siblings were the only blood left by Ji Zhun, and instead of embracing each other for warmth, they took precautions against each other and stabbed each other.

It can be said that Ji Zhao and Ji Zhao were both brought up by her, but the two siblings have always been indifferent to each other, and they might as well be close to their cousin Yu'er.Ji Zhao is taciturn and stays at home, except when she is with Yu'er, she can occasionally smile.She is not old-eyed and dim-sighted, and she can see that although Ji Zhao doesn't say anything on the surface, he cares a lot about this brother who is usually inconspicuous behind the scenes.Yu'er practiced riding and shooting when she was young, and the child who has always been spoiled and spoiled, looks very shocking when bumped into. Yu'er likes to cling to Ji Zhao, and Ji Zhao also works hard to apply medicine to Yu'er, more dedicated than anyone else.Later, he was a partner for Yu'er, and he was injured several times trying to protect Yu'er... Although the royal family relationship is weak, after all, people are not grass and trees, and how can they be ruthless.She already felt guilty about Ji Zhun's matter before, and she was quite resentful towards Ji Yun's cruelty at the beginning, but now how could she be willing to think of Ji Zhao as a thoughtful, thoughtful and thoughtful person.

It's just that you don't want to return to unwillingness. There are many things in the world that you don't want to do.Chen Yu is her son, even if she doesn't want to, how dare she put Chen Yu in danger.

If, if... She doesn't know how to untie herself, she can't untie herself, she can't forgive herself for being soft-hearted at the beginning, she can't understand why she left such a disaster in her house, she will kill Ji Zhao with her own hands - and that was not enough to dispel the hatred in her heart and make up for the pain of losing her beloved son.

And these boundless, unrealized imaginations, after seeing Chen Yu's body on the altar, turned into huge boulders and pressed against her heart, and their rationality collapsed, gathering crazy killing intent and hostility.

"Back then, why did I let you, a scourge, into my house?!" She trembled all over, uttering vicious and deep-seated hatred in every word, "Why didn't you die with your father?! Why didn't you Are you coming to harm my child!?"

The eldest princess's dignified demeanor was gone, and she became a shrew in the market, wishing to peel Ji Zhao's skin because of her child's futile death.

And she really took up the sword and slashed at Ji Zhao. She had no rules, only relying on the resentment and grief that could not be dispelled in her chest. There is no mother who is witnessing the death of her son and does not want to kill the enemy. of.

How much she pitied Ji Zhao before, how much she hates now.She was even more wishful thinking at the beginning, but it led to the tragic death of her son.

Everyone was shocked by Xinling's madness, but no one could restrain her.

Ji Zhao dodged in embarrassment, Xinling didn't know how to use swordsmanship, and even couldn't hold the sword very stably, in fact it couldn't hurt him at all, but he was unable to fight back.

Once you have done some things, you can’t recall them at all, otherwise you will be so entangled with hindsight and so many pains that you cannot sleep when you dream back at midnight.

Ji Zhao hadn't spent the whole night yet, but he already felt the pain that made his limbs twitch and his heart throb.

He looked around in a daze, and found that the surroundings were full of people who wanted to kill him.When Xinling arrived with troops, the situation here completely changed.

And he still couldn't hear the sound of fireworks that broke through the palace—that's right, Xinling is here, how can the palace not know about it?

His so-called dormancy, lying on fire and tasting courage, turned out to be nothing more than a piece of thin paper that could be easily torn.

What his father failed to do, was handed over to him, and he still failed to do it.

He tried his best and tried his best to deceive a person who was so innocent and almost stupid who was cared for in tender love.

And killed him himself.

He couldn't hide suddenly, and he had exhausted all his strength to resist the intense pain from his limbs.

He stood there, Xinling pierced his chest with a sword.