I'm a killer with no emotions

The blessing ceremony of the ancient country of Dai Viet is held every ten years, which is a rare event in Dai Viet.It is said that those who participate in the blessing ceremony will be blessed by the gods, and they will be safe and sound for a hundred years.

Therefore, those who participated in the blessing ceremony were all members of the royal family, and there were only a few courtiers who were eligible to enter, and they all received the grace bestowed by the emperor.

Even Huo Chen, whose crimes were not cleared, was not allowed to enter.

But King Dingbei was different.

Dingbei Wang Ningyan is so powerful that he can bring whoever he wants to the blessing ceremony. No one can refute his decision.

When Ning Yan and his party arrived at the Xingxing Pavilion, the current emperor Ning Zhi personally greeted them with a warm and respectful attitude.

On the other hand, Ning Yan was dressed in a black robe, dignified and majestic, and his face was cold and indifferent. Standing with Ning Zhi, who was timid and timid, the courtiers could not tell who was the emperor.

Qin Shen lowered his eyes slightly, and followed all the officials to take a step forward, saluting and bowing to him.

"Oh? So Prime Minister Qin is here?"

Ning Yan didn't look at the others, but gave him a look with ambiguous meaning, "Three years ago, the Qin family's conspiracy to treason has not yet been settled, but now there is a prime minister, Qin Yan gave birth to a good son."

"It's just that some people can use it, and some people can't use it. Even if the emperor cherishes his talent, he should think about whether he is worth it." He said, his deep eyes glanced at Ning Zhi, and walked into the Xingxing Pavilion with his sleeves .

Liu Ningzhi stood aside, his face turned blue and white for a while, but he couldn't get angry.

Yun Lan was obediently carried away by Ning Yan in his arms, and when she passed Ning Zhi, she looked up at him calmly.

Thinking of his plan, Ning Zhi calmed down his anger slowly, pointed at Qin Shenyi and said with a smile: "The emperor is always strict, the prime minister doesn't need to care about this matter, everything has not gone well since I took the throne, thanks to the prime minister's continuous support I share my worries and solve my problems, so I naturally trust the prime minister in my heart."

What was said was full of favor and trust, and several courtiers exchanged glances with each other, looking at Qin Shen very secretly.

Who in Da Yue didn't know that the Qin family was involved in rebellion three years ago, almost costing the emperor his life, and even Qin Gan wanted to commit suicide in fear of crime, but the young man in front of him found evidence to reverse the case and saved his life.

Due to insufficient evidence of treason, and the fact that the Qin family has been loyal ministers for generations, even if the emperor wanted to punish him, he had no choice but to give up.In the end, apart from Qin Gan's official position, the matter turned the page.

The Qin family was greatly affected by this incident, and fell into decline for a while, but they did not expect that after the new emperor came to the throne, he would quietly mention Qin Shen as the prime minister.

Those who can come to this blessing ceremony are all Ning Zhi's confidantes. No one knows how Ning Zhi came to the throne better than the courtiers present. They saw with their own eyes that Ning Zhi grabbed the hand of the deposed emperor and used his blood in the imperial decree. Press the fingerprint on it.

However, none of the confidantes that Emperor Fei had cultivated over the years showed up at that time, and they were found dead at home one after another not long after.

If it was said that Qin Shen's promotion had nothing to do with these movements, they wouldn't believe it even if they were beaten to death.

The young man in front of him seemed to be calm and quiet, with the elegant appearance of a gentleman like a bamboo, but his eyes were full of scheming, like a poisonous snake spit out a letter, no one knew when he would bite someone a mouthful.

The Qin family has always been a scholarly family, and even the early Qin Gan was a gentle and refined person who disdained to use those insidious methods, and somehow he raised such a vicious snake like Qin Shen.

The courtiers sighed in their hearts, and did not dare to offend him, so they bid him back, and followed Ning Zhi into the Xingxing Pavilion.

It was early morning at this moment, and the cold wind outside the Xingxing Pavilion was bleak. Because it was the twelfth lunar month of winter, the sunlight was not very strong, and there was always some miserable coldness.

Qin Shen lowered his eyes, didn't care about those people looking at him, shook off the morning dew stained on his robe, and planned to leave.

But suddenly, as if he saw something, he turned his head slightly and stopped to stare.

I saw that behind King Dingbei's exquisite and low-luxury sedan chair, there was also a dilapidated carriage with a green roof, which was originally supposed to be used for servants and maids.

But now, an extremely beautiful and noble young man came out of that carriage, with black eyes as deep as abyss, skin as fair as fat, and quiet but indifferent demeanor, all of which showed the noble status of the young man.

No, perhaps the word walk should not be used.

The boy was roughly dragged out of the carriage by the guards.

His two legs were slender and thin, wrapped in a rough cloth, and drooped feebly, even though the guards threw him on the cold and hard ground, he couldn't get up no matter what—it was obvious that both legs were crushed by someone. Abandoned.

"Be honest! You are just a slave of Mr. Yun, a lowly thing!" The guard cursed, kicked the boy, pulled his hair, and dragged him into the astrology pavilion.

Now the cold wind is blowing fiercely, blowing like knives into the flesh and blood.

Qin Shen was wearing a jacket underneath, and a fox fur outside, which was wrapped thickly, and he still felt the coldness pouring into his heart.

But the boy was only wearing an extremely thin spring shirt with a tattered front, which couldn't cover the fair skin on his chest at all.

Qin Shen unconsciously stopped and stood there quietly, watching the young man being dragged by the guards.

When people got closer, Qin Shen saw that his lips were purple from the cold, his face was so pale that he lost all color, his eyes were dull and dull, and he was almost about to lose consciousness.

Qin Shen frowned slightly, and reached out to stop the guard.

The guard was stunned for a moment, seeing that he was dressed in extraordinary clothes, he couldn't help bowing respectfully and said: "The villain is the guard of the Dingbei Prince's Mansion, how dare I ask what is your order?"

Qin Shen turned his eyes, and his eyes fell on the young man curled up on the ground.

Seeing this, the guard hurriedly said: "My lord, this bastard is just a slave of Mr. Yun. He is quite disobedient on weekdays, but Mr. Yun is kind-hearted, so he allowed him to come to the astrology pavilion to see the world. If the eyes of the grown-ups are caught, the little ones will take him away, so as to teach him a lesson."

As the guard said, he reached out to slap the boy on the face.

Qin Shen shot suddenly, blocking the guard's movement.

"Scumbag, minion, lesson."

Qin Shen spat out three words from thin lips, raised his eyes slightly, and looked at the guard.

The guard froze for a moment, not understanding what he meant.

"Dayue's former emperor, the noble and incomparable bloodline of the gods, was this how he was tortured in your Dingbei palace?"

Before the guard could react, he saw the gentle and gentle young man in front of him suddenly strike out, slapped him back a few steps, fell to the ground and spat out blood, all internal organs were displaced.

Immediately, many guards surrounded him, staring at Qin Shen.

Qin Shen didn't even look at them, he knelt down slowly, gently helped the young man on the ground up, took off the fox fur and put it on him.

He raised his hand to stroke the young man's messy hair, and his voice was as warm as water: "Your Majesty, I haven't seen you for a long time, how did you get to this point?"