Father is on top, I was wrong

This scene happened unexpectedly, Wen Wujue didn't react, and paused for a long time, his body seemed to be stiff.

His gaze followed the long sword dripping with blood.

After a long while, he pointed at the man with trembling fingers, "They are all innocent students, and they were bewitched by you when they believed in you, you, you!"

Liu Xuan smiled coldly, "Those who achieve great things will inevitably bleed, the prime minister doesn't understand this truth, right?"

Before that, Wen Wujue thought that Liu Xuan still had a bit of heart to save the world and help the people, but his methods were a bit harsh, but now it seems that he has gone crazy.

"I don't understand." Wen Wujue's eyes were as cold as a knife, he gritted his teeth, and said, "The person who promoted you to serve as a sacrificial wine for the Taixue, his eyes must have been blurred!"

These high school students are pure-hearted, passionate, and disregarding life and death, but they are brainwashed and used by despicable people like Liu Xuan. They have studied hard for more than ten years, but now they died in a foreign land without knowing why.

Liu Xuan grabbed Wen Wujue's lapel violently, and approached him, "Prime Minister, please stop pretending. What is your reason for not investigating Master Xue's death? It's all political tricks, what are you talking about?"

Wen Wujue breathed hard, looked at him contemptuously and said: "There are people who are politically scheming, but they have different positions, but they still have the heart of a child, and try their best to seek common ground while reserving differences to satisfy the interests of everyone. Your struggle is at the expense of others. , Even killing your own companions as the price, unscrupulous and vicious, you are not called conspiracy, it is called murder."

Liu Xuan seemed to have been stabbed, he pressed his palm on the artery of his neck, and was about to hold it, his eyes were reddened madly, "Prime Minister is so high-spirited and honest, have you ever thought that such aristocratic families as Wang Xue and others would invade fields, disregard human lives, oppress Common people? How many people have been displaced and have their children eat each other? These aristocratic families have long been rotten to the root. They ignore the government and don’t care about border wars, but they control the lifeline of the country’s economy and sit back and relax. Even the Xue family has committed crimes. You, Prime Minister, cover up and protect them! In order to destroy the Xue family, I will do anything! But what about you, Prime Minister?"

The warm and powerful palm could cut off Wen Wujue's neck at any time.

There is compassion and pain in his eyes, but there is no fear.

He said firmly - word - pause: "This is not the reason for you to kill the Tai student."

The sound of horseshoes hitting the ground, from far to near, both of them heard the sound of horseshoes, the imperial army was approaching.

Liu Xuan smiled, "Prime Minister, you have been in power for too long, since you can't benefit the common people, you might as well let the virtuous."

As long as Wen Wujue is killed here, he can retreat quietly, no one will know that he did it all.

Wen Wujue is dead, the Wang family will not let the Xue family go, he can provoke them to fight, and thus destroy these rotten families.

He suddenly pulled Wen Wujue up, and pushed back abruptly.

There is a high cliff and valley behind, Wen Wujue felt his body weightless and soaring into the air, he suddenly tried to grab the stone on the edge of the cliff, his palm rubbed against the rough sand and stone, his skin broke out and bleed instantly, but it was so bad, he still grabbed Can't stand the support.

Watching helplessly, the clouds in the sky are dense and oppressive, like a huge quilt.

He suddenly thought of a poem, "Take the sky as your cover and the ground as your seat."

Maybe this is where he was buried?

If you die, can you return to modern times?

Wen Wujue didn't have time to think about it, suddenly the top of his head was black, and the gravel fell down, which hurt his eyes.

Then, his hand was grabbed by a strong force, with the strength to crush bones, and rubbed against the cliff wall for a while, his flesh and blood were bloody, and he almost fainted from the pain.

His body stopped falling, and he was hanging on the edge of the cliff.

"Father! Catch me!"

Liu Xuan was stunned for a moment before realizing it.

Regardless of his safety, the emperor grabbed Wen Wujue with all his might, and his body was dragged out, - grabbing the person with his hand, - clasping the cliff wall with his hand, with bulging veins in his hand, it was obvious that he had tried his best.

Aren't these two - always at odds?When did you become so affectionate?

At the same time, Liu Xuan also reacted instantly, the emperor already knew what he was doing, and he couldn't get out of his body today.

The sound of chaotic horseshoes is getting closer.

He made a decisive decision, clenched the red long sword, and approached the cliff.

So what if the emperor is dead? — A puppet emperor.

How difficult is it to support another emperor?

He lowered his eyes and looked at the two people on the edge of the cliff.

Suddenly, fiercely—the sword stabbed into the back of Xiao Gui's hand.

Xiao Gui groaned in pain, a hole was stabbed on the back of his hand, blood flowed out, but he didn't move, as if he was rooted in a stone.

He was sweating profusely, clenched his teeth, and refused to let out half of his strength.

His father's words seemed to be still in his ears, "As long as a person has a breath, he will not fall."

Wen Wujue was below, feeling exhausted, his eyes hurt by the blood on the back of Xiao Gui's hand.

He never thought that the dog emperor could do this for him.

His eyes were swollen and painful, almost crying, but he couldn't bear it, "Xiao Gui, forget it..."

Xiao Gui didn't reply, he just forcibly endured it, afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would lose his breath.

Liu Xuan was a little shocked when he saw this, how could this little emperor be so persevering?

He usually misunderstood him.

He pondered for a while, then suddenly swung his sword, intending to cut off Xiao Gui's wrist.

At this moment, a feather arrow wrapped in a murderous aura came through the air and brushed past Liu Xuan's cheek.

Liu Xuan's movements were slow for an instant, and as soon as he turned his head, he was pierced through the chest by a long gun.

Xu Ding came galloping on his horse, and after throwing his long spear, he fired three arrows in a row, forcing Liu Xuanjie to retreat.

The imperial army followed closely behind and quickly surrounded the entire cliff.

Liu Xuan clutched the spear in front of his chest, blood was flowing, he couldn't hold it back, he knelt down on one knee, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Xu Ding kicked him over,

Several imperial guards quickly pulled Xiao Gui and Wen Wujue up from the edge of the cliff. Xiao Gui couldn't see the back of one of his hands, the wound was deep enough to show the bone, like a spring, it burst out one by one.

Wen Wujue was horrified, and wanted to cover his wound with his own robe, but his hands were trembling weakly, anxious and frightened, and he tore the robe for a long time without tearing it off.

Or the guard next to him helped him cut off a piece of robe with a sword.

Although Xiao Gui was sweating profusely from the pain, he was still conscious.

Seeing that Xiangfu's hands were shaking like a sieve, he couldn't help laughing.

It was obviously him who hurt his hand!

"Father, don't be afraid, you won't die."

This heartless dog emperor.

For the rest of Wen Wujue's life after the catastrophe, his heart was still in palpitations, and he couldn't laugh at all.

He walked to the corpses of several Tai students, and covered their open eyes with his hands.

He sighed silently, and said to Xu Ding: "Take them back to Dali Temple, let the secretary of Dali Temple check their household registration, and make sure to notify their family members."

Xu Ding responded, and several imperial guards took off their cloaks and covered them up.

After dealing with everything, he walked towards Xiao Gui, saw the wound on his hand, and frowned.

"Your Majesty, I have to go back to the palace to deal with this, or I'm afraid I won't be able to keep my hand."

Wen Wujue's expression was cold, the palm of his hand was pierced, in case of injury to the nerves, the level of medical skills here is not high, and disability is a matter of life.

But he couldn't help but see Xiao Gui, and seized the opportunity to sell miserably on his father.

Afterwards, Liu Xuan was escorted to Dali Temple by Xu Ding, and Wen Wujue followed Xiao Gui back to the palace, where the imperial physician Xuan treated the hand injury.

The Tai Hospital didn't dare to delay, several directors together checked Xiao Gui's wounds.

"Your Majesty, at present, I can only take medicine and apply medicine first. As for whether it can be fully cured, we have to see the situation."

Wen Wujue frowned while listening, "Isn't it necessary to see if the nerves are injured? Just apply medicine and it will be fine?"

The imperial physician was stunned, "Prime Minister, what is a nerve?"

Wen Wujue: "..."

In the end, the Tai Hospital only prescribed medicine and ordered it to be boiled, and then wrapped the wound with wound medicine.

But such a big wound was bleeding, but it didn't stop. Whether the gauze was wrapped or not, it was soaked in blood after a while, and it was changed again and again.

Later, the imperial doctor suggested not to bandage at all, but to change the dressing.

Wen Wujue could only be anxious, deeply feeling that the medicine of this era is backward.

A man with a strong physique like Xiao Gui lost too much blood, and gradually became exhausted, so he fell asleep.

Wen Wujue stayed by his side, always fearing that he would die from low blood volume while bleeding.

And vaguely feel that it should not be so, otherwise the soldiers who fought in ancient times would die easily?

It wasn't until evening that the bleeding gradually stopped.

Wen Wujue heard the sound of the palace door being knocked, opened it and came out.

Li Ling—with an anxious face, "Your Majesty, are you all right?"

Wen Wujue took a deep breath, "It should be fine for now."

Li Ling breathed a sigh of relief, cupped his hands and said, "Prime Minister, the Minister of Dali Temple please see me."

"Let him come over."

Wen Wujue knew why Dali Siqing came here without listening.

"The lower official has seen the prime minister."

The two did not enter the hall, but stood on the platform under the corridor outside the hall.

What Wen Wujue meant was not to disturb Xiao Gui to rest.

"Prime Minister, Liu Xuan has confessed to his actions. I don't know how the Prime Minister plans to deal with it?"

Thinking of this person, Wen Wujue couldn't hide his disgust, "He cannot escape the death penalty. But, don't sentence him too early, there are still some things that he will come forward to resolve."

"Understood." Dali Siqing's voice changed, and he mentioned the matter of the Taixue students, "Now the Taixue is arguing about the disappearance of a few students, and the officials don't dare to disclose this matter. How does the Prime Minister think about it?"

Wen Wujue pondered for a moment, these high school students are pure and good, but they are easy to be provoked and used by others.

"You can't hide this matter, let's tell the truth. In addition, remember to compensate and appease the family members of the Tai students, and properly handle the remains, and wait for the family members to come and take them back."

"The officer understands."

After handling the affairs properly, Wen Wujue thought about Xiao Gui waking up, and he should want to see him, so he sighed and asked Li Ling to go to his mansion to inform him that he would rest in the palace tonight.

Pushing the door of the palace and entering, the smell of medicine and blood is very strong.

Wen Wujue walked to the window and propped up the lattice to let the wind in.

After he finished fiddling with it, he turned around and lifted the curtain, half squatted down to check Xiao Gui's hand stretched outside.

This hand is born with distinct joints and straight roots, it looks like a very noble palmistry.

Now it is covered with thick black herbs, but fortunately the back of the hand is dry, and there is only a little blood, and no more blood flows out.

He thought for a while, took the gauze at the bedside, and carefully bandaged Xiao Gui.

After dealing with it, he put his hands into the tent and covered the quilt, and unexpectedly met a pair of black eyes.

"You, are you awake?" Wen Wujue jumped in fright.

Xiao Gui couldn't help smiling, and waved with his other uninjured hand.

Wen Wujue had no choice but to bypass his injured hand, walk to the head of the bed and sit down on his side.

Xiao Gui hugged his waist, put his head on it, and called softly: "Father Xiang."

The love of a teenager is as fierce and fearless as moths to a flame, without the slightest distraction.

Wen Wujue sighed, his thoughts had moved, but he was terrified.

He stroked Xiao Gui's hair, and said softly: "The emperor doesn't rest—does he?"

Xiao Guicai didn't want to rest, the good time was spent sleeping, it was a waste.

"I don't sleep." Xiao Gui turned his head around and said with a low smile, "Unless Xiangfu sleeps with me."

Wen Wujue did not hesitate, and replied: "Okay."

"Really?" Xiao Gui was quite surprised.

Wen Wujue got up and took off his outer robe, put the clothes together and lay beside Xiao Gui, letting Xiao Gui hug him.

"Your Majesty, I have something I want to tell you."

Xiao Gui rubbed his neck, said: "Yes, Xiangfu said."

Wen Wujue moved his head away to prevent him from proceeding.

"I'm not from your place, and I'm not Wen Wujue, I don't even know how I got here, and whether I will go back in the future."

Xiao Gui blinked, but didn't understand what he meant.

"Isn't Xiangfu Wen Wujue? Then who are you?"

"I come from an era that was much more developed than yours. I grew up in an orphanage. Oh, it's your orphanage."

Xiao Gui understands the nursery hall.

That is to say, he has no father and no mother? "Yes." Wen Wujue nodded, thinking of the past, feeling a little sad.

His parents were both policemen, and both died in an explosion. He was only ten years old that year, and because he had no close relatives, he was sent to an orphanage.

Frankly speaking, the orphanage is very good, providing him with food and clothing, and providing him with schooling so that he can graduate smoothly.

But a person who had a complete family and was loved by his parents couldn't grow up carefree like those children who were abandoned at birth and entered the orphanage.

"For a long time, I didn't communicate with anyone. Everyone thought I had autism, but I didn't."

Wen Wujue thought that since he was a child, he was very reassuring to his parents, very well-behaved and sensible. He could understand that his parents died in the line of duty, he could understand the meaning of his parents' doing so, and he could understand everyone's care and love for him.

But he couldn't let go.

If parents, brothers, lovers, children... all have to disperse at the end, then why not just be a naked person who comes and goes without any worries at the beginning?

The author has something to say: Insomnia in the early morning, wake up to the liver... I may go to bed early tonight, not necessarily more~

I saw some friends asking if Liu Xuan was a Tai student?He is not, he is Jijiu, an official position, that is, the teacher of Tai students.

Bare and naked come and go without any worries—it seems to be the script of "Drunken Beating the Mountain Gate"