I don't believe it, you lied [Quick Transmigration]

"Rebellious ministers and thieves are villains who seek power, usurp the throne, and cause chaos in the court. Our Ji family has always followed the way of a gentleman, doing loyal and brave things, and naturally we will not do things that violate the precepts of our ancestors."

He Yang's face was not red, his heart was not beating, and he talked like a loyal minister and good general, which made Ji Ting stunned for a while.

"I knew it!" He patted He Yang on the shoulder, his eyes excited and said: "Brother, before my father died, my father told me to watch you and not to do stupid things that deceive you. Now It seems that the old man is worrying too much."

[With his IQ, can he see it? 】

He Yang: Obviously not, I guess the old general has left behind.

"What if I did?" he asked nonchalantly.

Ji Ting's movements froze, his eyes struggled, and he said hesitantly: "If...you really go astray, my father told me not to give you the antidote."

"The wounds on my body were caused by him?" He Yang frowned, immediately connected all his doubts, and asked in a cold voice: "If I lead the army to rebel, you will join forces to kill me ?”

"No, no, it's not." Ji Ting's eyes flustered, he didn't know how to explain, put his hands on his shoulders, and said hurriedly: "Father, he won't kill you, that kind of medicine will only make you look better than ordinary people Weaker, can't use force..."

"Heh, what's the difference between that and a disabled person?" He Yang sneered, waved Ji Ting's hand away, and said sarcastically: "You also agree to this kind of thing, you are really my good brother."

"Brother, I'm sorry." Ji Ting's voice was choked up, and he lowered his head and dodged his eyes: "Father held me tightly before he died, and he would only close his eyes if I promised him. I really..."

In fact, General Ji’s original words were that the eldest son, Ji Xiao, was brave and good at fighting, but his life was full of hardships. He was afraid that his mood would be uneasy, and he would have to put on shackles if he let the tiger go back to the mountain, otherwise it would be impossible for him to kill his master and hurt others.

Throughout the ages, many rebellious officials and thieves have ended badly. He Yang can understand the good intentions of the old general, but he can't help but wonder what Ji Xiao has gone through to make his father grieve at him until his death. bosom.

"You underestimate me too much. If I really want to do something, let alone lose my strength, even if I have only one breath left, I will climb up from hell."

He Yang stood beside the Taiye Pond, the breeze blew up his sleeve robe, bringing a sense of chilling, Ji Ting saw hatred in the depths of his pupils, and the growing emotions roiled wantonly, blending into the boundless night, Nowhere to be seen.

Ji Xiao became what he is today, none of them is innocent.

"Brother, you..."

Ji Ting's eyes moved, and he was about to speak, when the little eunuch's shout suddenly came from behind him, and the flickering candlelight was approaching, he clenched his palms tightly, and quickly disappeared into the night.

"General Ji, I found you." The little eunuch hurried over with a lantern in his hand, looked around and said, "Isn't this the Taiye Pond, the general is really interested, do you want my slave to accompany you for a while?"

"No, let's lead the way."

"Yes."

Morning the next day

All the civil and military officials knelt down, except for Ji Xiao, who was missing. The little emperor sat on the dragon chair, his eyebrows and eyes were cold and he glanced at everyone one by one: "Everyone is flat."

"Reporting to the Emperor, the flood in the south of the Yangtze River is an urgent matter. It is now in the middle of the summer, and there are already epidemic diseases in the local area. If it is not treated in time, it may shake the foundation of the country."

"I have already read the memorial handed over by the Ministry of Industry." The little emperor frowned slightly, his eyes perplexed: "Building dams is certainly important, but it is a waste of money and people. Once the water is too strong, the dams will be washed away, and all efforts will be in vain. "

"I believe that flood control is the second priority, and how to resettle these large numbers of refugees is the most troublesome." Liu Yun, as the secretary of the household department, is also in charge of the household registration flow of the people. The disaster in the south of the Yangtze River is serious, and a large number of refugees flood into the imperial city. It is very difficult to manage. tricky.

Hearing what they said, the little emperor quarreled so much that he couldn't figure it out, so he frowned impatiently, and roared, "Shut up, everyone, if you have the strength, you might as well go back and try to solve it." The solution is to retreat!"

"Oh, the emperor is too young, impulsive and impatient."

A few senior ministers got together to chatter, and they still didn't forget to ask Grand Tutor Shen: "You have taught the emperor how to govern the country since the emperor was alive, it's a pity..."

I can't say what happened next, but everyone knew it in their hearts. Taifu Shen stroked his beard and said slowly: "The emperor's year of weak crown is inevitable to be impetuous. We can only do our best to help, so that we can be worthy of our appreciation to the late emperor."

The little emperor returned to the imperial study from the previous court, his face was ugly, and he asked the little eunuch accompanying him: "Where's Ji Xiao?"

"Back to the emperor, General Ji got up in the morning and left the side hall. Where did he go... the slave doesn't know."

In the huge imperial city, there are only three places Ji Xiao often goes to: the General's Mansion, the School Field, and Dali Temple.

Old General Ji has two sons, one holds a heavy soldier and holds a high position and authority, and the other is idle and takes a job in Dali Temple for the elderly at a young age.

When He Yang stepped into the Dali Temple's office early in the morning, there were very few people there.

The people below saw him running away, faster than a rabbit, he swallowed the words, raised his heels, and then saw Ji Ting who was holding the quilt and was sleepy.

"Brother, you are here..."

"I'm on your right." He Yang reminded coldly.

"Oh." Ji Ting turned his head, barely opened his eyes, yawned and said, "I guess you will come, but why so early?"

"It's getting late, morning is over." He Yang walked to the table and poured himself a cup of hot tea.

Ji Ting put on his clothes and smiled: "Anyway, I don't have to go to court at my level, how nice."

"Do you want to go on like this for the rest of your life?" He Yang asked casually as he put down his teacup.

Ji Ting was taken aback, and a strange emotion flashed in his eyes, but then he smiled heartlessly: "What's wrong with such a life? It's enough to serve the country and fight the enemy. Father doesn't want me to go battlefield."

Having said that, He Yang saw the longing in his eyes, Ji Ting was definitely not as easygoing as he showed.

"I'm here this time, and I have a matter for you to handle." He Yang observed his expression, smiled and said, "The court's third disaster relief fund has been revealed from the household department, I want you Run to Jiangnan in my name."

After explaining the details that Ji Ting needed to pay attention to when going south, He Yang returned to the General's Mansion.

Strictly speaking, this is his territory, and he must first familiarize himself with the environment.However, just as he stepped in with one foot, the housekeeper stopped in front of him with his hands in his hands, with an anxious look on his face: "General, you are back."

"What's wrong?" He Yang was taken aback, and joked, "Could it be that the sky is falling and I need to hold it up?"

"Almost." The housekeeper stomped his feet anxiously, and said in a low voice: "The emperor came to the general's mansion in person, does it count as the sky falling?"

"...Forget it." With a smile hidden in He Yang's eyes, he looked towards the front hall and said seriously, "I will bear it."

"Ah?" The butler didn't understand, and hurriedly urged: "Hurry up, the emperor has been waiting for half an hour, and five or four cups of tea have been served, my heart is pounding..."

"You ask the kitchen to prepare lunch." He Yang interrupted the housekeeper's chatter, and ordered: "Try to be as light as possible."

"Lunch, lunch?" The butler's eyes widened, and his surprise was beyond words.

He Yang frowned and asked doubtfully, "Is my words difficult to understand?"

"No, general... There are many rumors out there that are not good for you. If something happens to the emperor in the general's mansion, we will not be able to tell clearly."

"Can there be any accident, being stuck in the throat by a fishbone?"

"This……"

He Yang walked into the front hall with a smile, expecting to see a big scene, but he didn't expect Chu Ziyu to only bring a little eunuch with him.

Both their master and servant were wearing casual clothes, especially the little emperor, who had lost that layer of status symbol, and his youthful face appeared very obedient.

"Ziyu, you haven't come to the general's mansion for a long time. I remember the last time when the late emperor was alive." He Yang swung the little eunuch away, walked to his side, and said softly, "The apricot you planted with your own hands The tree has bloomed, do you want to go and see it?"

"I'm here today because I have business to do." The little emperor lowered his eyelashes, covering up the emotions in his eyes, and said calmly, "Ji Xiao, I need you to do something."

"Oh?" He Yang pulled his wrist and rubbed it lightly on his palm, a chill flashed in his eyes: "Is there anything more important than viewing flowers."

The little emperor withdrew his hand, looked up at He Yang, and said sincerely: "The third batch of disaster relief funds sent to Jiangnan, there should be no more problems."

"So?" He Yang pretended not to understand, with a playful expression: "Is this what you're talking about?"

"Ji Xiao—"

The little emperor gritted his teeth, lowered his head in humiliation, and said with difficulty: "I beg you, those disaster victims are all my people."

Stubborn and soft-hearted, how can such Chu Ziyu be a good king of a country.

He Yang turned around, his back showing indifference: "If you ask for help, you must have a begging attitude. I don't need to teach you this kind of thing."

After a while of silence behind him, just when He Yang thought the atmosphere would continue to be stalemate, the little emperor suddenly took his hand and said in a hoarse voice, "Didn't you say you want to see Xinghua, let's go."

He Yang turned his head, his eyes fell on his drooping eyebrows, and he commanded in a deep voice: "Look up, look into my eyes."

"Since you have decided to beg me, you must always remember that you cannot avoid my gaze or escape from my sight." He said in a calm and powerful voice, "I want you to submit to me."

"Presumptuous! You..."

"Ziyu, I advise you to hide your claws." He Yang grabbed his wrist, his eyes full of warning: "If you accidentally scratch me, the consequences will be very serious."

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