Peach wood

There are almost always conflicts between emperors and ministers in all dynasties. Sometimes the contradictions are small, and sometimes they are serious. Whether these contradictions will make the emperor want to kill depends on the emperor himself.

Generally speaking, when an emperor can't stand his prime minister, the latter will immediately usher in a knife.

Being an emperor is hard work, and being a prime minister is also hard work.It is a good story through the ages that a virtuous person meets a wise ruler; if a foolish ruler matches a treacherous minister, that is a catastrophe for the country;

... It seems that he will not live long.

Prime Minister Yan is a good man, honest and fair, clean and self-disciplined, he loves His Majesty and the people.

The emperor is also a good emperor. He ascended the throne at a young age, the monarch and his ministers win each other, and he loves the prime minister and the people.

"This is really! I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it..."

"Is Your Majesty in a daze?"

"Keep your voice down, lest you get caught!"

The crowd circled round after round, no matter men, women, old or young, they all looked at the corpse on the execution ground from afar.It was noon at this time, the sun was shining on the bloodstains on the ground, and the large swathes of bright red were dazzling and frightening. The emperor sat on the high platform, his face was covered by shadows, and he could not see clearly.

There was a ghost standing on the emperor's right hand side. He looked at His Majesty sadly, then at his own corpse, and sighed faintly.The messenger from Hades stood beside him, expressionless, like a big stone sculpture.The big stone carving was silent for a long while, seeing the ghost chirping and refusing to leave, he finally couldn't help it, and said in a low voice, "Don't miss the hour."

"Let's go now, let's go—oh." The ghost was in a very depressed mood, but he was surprisingly calm, he didn't cry or go crazy, and the big stone sculpture couldn't help but look at him more.

This ghost is Yan Xiyan Qingran, the unlucky prime minister whose head was beheaded just now.

Of course Yan Qingran is a good person, he is honest and approachable, everyone thought that he could stay in the position of prime minister until he died.However, the world is unpredictable, His Majesty, who has always been wise, has gone crazy for some reason, and he listened to the rumors and gave him a slash.

"Brother Ghost Messenger." Yan Qingran finally couldn't hold back the restlessness in his heart, trying to figure out the real cause of his death, "Why did I die?"

The big stone sculpture turned around, and a smile suddenly appeared on his cold face: "How did you die, don't you know yourself?"

Yan Qingran coughed and said with a sneer, "Did by... rumors?"

"It's not a rumor." After the ghost envoy said these four words, he was silent again, and no matter how Yan Qingran made indirect remarks, he didn't say a word.The two ghosts walked towards the old locust tree on the outskirts of the city one after the other. The ghost emissary raised his hand and knocked on the tree trunk. A door suddenly appeared in front of Yan Qingran, and gusts of sinister wind came out of the door, blowing The sky seemed to be a little dark.

The ghost messenger stepped into the door, looked back at Yan Qingran, and signaled him to follow.Yan Qingran took a breath, took a step forward, and followed the ghost into the weird door.This door should lead to Hades, they just walked in, the door disappeared behind them, Yan Qingran looked at the darkness behind him, feeling a sense of loss in his heart.

This life actually ended like this.

The wind is still blowing, less human warmth, more ghostly.The surroundings are very quiet, this is the Hades, there is no living thing, no breathing, no laughter, no words.There is no life here, only the blue will-o'-the-wisps on both sides of the long road are still extending forward.

Yan Qingran couldn't help thinking of what happened a few months ago, when a little Taoist made a fortune for him, saying that he had a bloody disaster, but there was also a sign of good luck.In any case, the little Taoist was half right, at least the bloody disaster was fulfilled, the head was chopped off with a knife, isn't it a bloody disaster?As for the sign of great auspiciousness, I'm afraid it's inaccurate. People are dead, so what good luck can we hope for?Even if you can cast a good baby in the next life, that is only for the next life.

I don't know if in my next life, I can become a "Ming Jun" like the rumors that cost my life said?Thinking of this, Yan Qingran smiled self-deprecatingly.

The ghost messenger stopped in front, Yan Qingran suddenly raised his head, and he heard voices in the hall ahead.

"Master Ming is waiting for you in the hall." The ghost messenger smiled again, this time, he did not lead the way for Yan Qingran.

Noisy, very noisy.This was Yan Qingran's only thought after stepping into the palace.There are a total of nine people in the hall, each sitting in its own position, and these are probably the Ming Lords.There are various portraits in the human world to depict the picture of the underworld, but all these Lords of the Underworld are different from the portraits. Yan Qingran can't tell who they are at a glance. The difference in the legend of Yangshi.

"Yan Xi!" One of the Hades suddenly called out, and for some reason, the voice seemed to be full of surprise.Yan Qingran came back to his senses, and nine smiling faces came straight into his eyes. This scene was so weird that he was caught off guard, and was so startled that he took several steps back.The nine Nether Lords quarreled and quarreled for a while, suddenly leaned over together, dragged out large boxes and small boxes from under their respective tables, and disappeared into black smoke one by one.

Yan Qingran: "..."

Am I really dead, or am I dreaming?Yan Qingran raised his hands, unable to believe what had just happened in front of his eyes. At that moment, he seemed, maybe, probably, witnessed the nine Hades leaving the Netherworld with his own eyes.

The door behind him opened with a creak, and the ghost envoy stood outside the door, bowed his hands to Yan Qingran, and called out respectfully: "Master Ming."

Yan Qingran: "..."

The ghost emissary chuckled twice: "The underworld is busy with affairs, so you can't live without a king."

It turned out that the rumor said that it was "Ming Jun" and not "Ming Jun".Now that's all right, the little Taoist's calculations are really accurate, the bloody disaster, the sign of good luck, very accurate, very accurate.

A group of big and small ghosts came in, removed nine tables, moved nine chairs, and then brought in a big table.Yan Qingran sat numbly in the hall, watching the ghost envoys bring in a mountain of papers.He couldn't help asking: "How... busy?"

"It's not very busy, it's nothing, but you have to sit here for thousands of years, you may be a bit bored." The ghost messenger replied casually, and continued to bring stacks of paper and set up a pen.

Are there so many pens to use?Yan Qingran was puzzled.

There is only Wen Yanzhi, an emissary in Hades, and he is an admirable emissary.

He's calm, he's composed.Since the establishment of Hades, he has served here, assisting successive Hades.At the same time as conveying the message, he was also responsible for receiving the souls of the dead. This job was originally boring, but after tens of thousands of years passed, he did not show the slightest bit of impatience, and continued to do his job quietly.

He's very visionary, he's brilliant.He always had expectations for what would happen. When the nine Hades began to look at his collections for many years, he said that the next one must be coming, and when the current Hades took power for the first time, he He also said that after a year, this gentleman would definitely lose his temper, so he prepared several pens.

He is so smart.

Just one year later, Yan Qingran was furious. Within two hours, he snapped six pens.

"Corrupt officials, how dare you plead for yourself! Take it away, take it away! Get lost and build a bridge on the River Styx!"

"Mingjun, the bridge has been repaired." Wen Yanzhi reminded.

"It's fixed? Then tear it down and rebuild it!" Yan Qingran was so angry that he couldn't choose what to say.Wen Yanzhi was trying to dissuade him, but suddenly there was a loud noise outside the hall, and then, the sound of wind, water, and screams entered his ears, and the whole Underworld suddenly became noisy, and the little ghosts guarding the bridge on the Styx River rushed in. In the main hall, there was smoke rising from everyone's buttocks.

"Mingjun Mingjun! Something is wrong!" The leading brat yelled anxiously, ignoring his smoking butt, "A big living man came outside, robbed the book of life and death, and is demolishing the bridge over the Styx River! !"

"Go and drive that person back." Yan Qingran rolled his eyes impatiently, and was about to send ghost envoys to settle the matter.

As soon as the words fell, the group of little ghosts burst into tears again, and the one in the lead actually hiccupped from crying.This scene seemed to be parting from life and death, Wen Yanzhi paused, and looked back into the hall, Mingjun was still sitting on the throne, motionless like a mountain, and had no intention of going with him.

There was some ominous premonition vaguely in his heart.

A quarter of an hour passed, two quarters of an hour passed, and half an hour passed... The sobs of the little ghosts gradually subsided, but Yan Qingran became anxious, not for anything else, but for the Wen Yanzhi who has not returned yet.He walked back and forth in the hall with his hands behind his back, afraid that his calm and composed ghost would rush in with his butt smoking.

Yan Qingran went around to the door, and suddenly stopped still. He saw a cloud of black air floating above the Styx from a distance, but in the blink of an eye, a white light pierced through it. The black and white sides intertwined and tore each other. The sound of heavy objects falling into the water came here.

The ghost envoy fought with the living man.

Mingjun flicked his robe sleeves, his figure scattered into a wisp of green smoke, and flew towards the river that was in bad luck.

Wen Yanzhi really got into a fight with someone, and the moment Yan Qingran arrived, they had already collapsed the bridge by one person and one ghost, and the cracking sound that just entered Yan Qingran's ears came from that poor bridge.Yan Qingran looked at the mess in front of him, and his mood was very complicated. The ghost envoy was really dedicated to his duty, and Mingjun said he wanted to demolish the bridge, so he really demolished the bridge here.

The Underworld has never been so chaotic—the Styx River was blown up by the strong wind and rushed to the shore, the book of life and death was soaked in the water, the bridge on the river broke from it, black air and white light kept hitting the remaining stone piers and wooden frames, the big ghost The little ghost fled in a hurry, the soup pot at the bridge was overturned, and Po Meng shivered aside.

Seemingly aware of the aura of Mingjun, the black air suddenly dissipated, and the ghost messenger appeared at the bridge of Naihe, kneeling silently among the messy ground.Yan Qingran had a headache.

The white light also dimmed, and the big living person who almost overturned the entire underworld finally appeared, standing beside the ghost messenger, and bowed to the underworld king from a distance.

Yan Qingran's headache was even worse now.

Seeing this person appear in front of him, he thought of the phrase "Blood disaster, auspicious sign".This guy who trespassed in the underworld and beat the ghost envoy was actually the little Taoist priest who told him fortune-telling back then!

"Who are you!" Yan Qingran's voice was stern, wishing he could step forward and grab this person's neck.

"Book." The other party put the sword back into its sheath, picked up the book of life and death from the water, and flipped it over on its own.Yan Qingran expected that he would not do good deeds, and was about to take back the book of life and death, but saw shreds of paper falling all over the floor, and one of the pages had already been torn.

"You!" Wen Yanzhi jumped up suddenly, black mist rose behind him, the two sides confronted each other again at the head of the bridge, swords were drawn, and the big and small ghosts who dared to stand up saw this posture and immediately hid back.

A gust of dark wind blew by, and Lord Ming appeared in front of Shuhuai, grabbed back the book of life and death, and asked, "What exactly are you trying to do by trespassing on the book of life and death?"

Facing the power of Mingjun, Shuhuai did not dodge or evade. He drew his sword out of its sheath again and nailed the piece of paper in front of him to the ground.From the corner of his eyes, Yan Qingran saw that the writing on the fragment was exactly the word "Book Huai".

There is no name in the book of life and death, neither human nor ghost nor god, no one in the Three Realms can restrain him-is this his purpose?

"Why did you do this?" The sword was faintly surrounded by a streamer, which turned out to be something from the fairy world. Yan Qingran noticed that the extraordinary man in front of him.

Shuhuai looked directly at Mingjun, with sparks in his eyes, and he said firmly, "Go against the sky!"