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

On the night of the accident in Yongchang Hou Mansion six years ago, General Ji and his second son were ordered to attend the banquet in the palace.

No matter how long it has been, Ji Ting still remembers that day vividly.

In the dark night, he stepped into the carriage and asked after hesitation: "Father, are we really not waiting for big brother?"

"Yeah." The old general had a sullen face, with the corners of his mouth drooping and he lifted the curtain of the car: "It's fine if he doesn't go to the palace, anyway, the Holy Majesty didn't name any son with him in the decree."

Ji Ting lowered his eyes and said nothing, secretly depressed.

Where did his brother go, leaving him alone to deal with the boring palace banquet...

The palace banquet was held in a side hall, and there were many ministers who came to order, but Ji Ting looked around, and none of them brought their family members.

He has neither fame nor official position, and his clothes are out of tune with this place, which makes him more conspicuous.

After drinking for three rounds, there was a sudden commotion outside the hall. Ji Ting drank half a glass of wine, and at the moment he was distracted alone with blurred eyes.

The old general Ji who was seated next to him suddenly stood up and slapped his palm on the table with such force that the food and wine trembled, and Ji Ting spilled all the half glass of wine he hadn't finished.

He stood up in a daze, his ears were buzzing, and when his pupils focused and saw the figure not far away, his mind suddenly became clear.

Immediately afterwards, the back was covered with cold sweat, his slightly drunk face turned pale, and his lips murmured: "...Brother?"

Everything is quiet, and the deep night is like thick ink that cannot be melted.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ji Xiao held the national treasure sword in his hand and approached the main seat in the side hall step by step. The imperial guards had already heard the news and surrounded them in layers, but there was no order from the emperor, and no one did anything.

"You rebellious son, dare to go out of the palace with a weapon in your hand, and why don't you kneel down and plead guilty!"

The old general's gray beard was trembling, and his face was full of anger. Seeing that Ji Xiao was indifferent, he turned to kneel down heavily towards the emperor, and his words clanged loudly: "Your Majesty, what happened today is that I have no way to teach my son..."

"Don't say it."

The emperor raised his head to interrupt, but he couldn't find any flaws in his eyes. He looked at Ji Xiao who was not far away, like a hunter staring at his prey caught in a trap.

"Brother, what are you doing—"

Ji Ting shouted hoarsely, he wanted to rush forward desperately and take away the deadly sword in his brother's hand.

It's a pity that he had only taken two steps before he was pushed to the ground by old general Ji. His forehead was pressed against the cold and sharp stone, and he drew a hideous wound in the struggle, and the gurgling blood blurred his vision.

For the last glance, Ji Xiao met his eyes, heavy and complicated, and then the sword plunged into the ground with a "clang", Ji Xiao knelt down on one knee with his head held high: "I am a treacherous minister, willing to be punished!"

The corner of the emperor's lips curled slightly, and he glanced at Ji's father and son from the corner of his eye, and said calmly, "Put it down first, and wait for the release."

To understate a few words, Ji Xiao's family background, fame, and official career will be ruined.

Ridiculous?The ministers present have witnessed what happened, including General Ji.

Over the years since then, this night has been Ji Ting's lingering nightmare. He doesn't understand why his brother wanted to kill the king with a sword, and why he gave him a last hopeful look.

"So...you saved my father and me from killing us, right?"

Ji Ting stood in front of the sparsely populated General's Mansion, clasping He Yang's shoulder with one hand, with such force that he didn't even realize it.

After many years, once again uncovering the past that I don't want to mention, it is no different from tearing the scabbed wound with my own hands.

He Yang lowered his eyes and didn't answer immediately. The amount of information was a bit large, and he needed time to digest it.

But Ji Ting seemed to misinterpret his reaction, thinking that he was still obsessed with concealing and refusing to tell the truth. With the corners of his eyes scarlet, he leaned a little closer and asked, "After my father and I entered the palace that night, did you go back to the general's mansion? It's not open..."

"Yes." He Yang raised his head calmly and gave the answer: "I opened the box you gave me on the day of the Lantern Festival Lantern Festival."

Ji Ting choked for breath and clenched his fists involuntarily.

"As you think, it's the stolen Zhenguo sword inside." Without giving Ji Ting time to react, He Yang waved his increasingly vigorous hand on his shoulder and said calmly, "I bid farewell to Gu Huaishan from Yongchang Hou Mansion, I immediately understood the key to it.”

"It was so stupid to waste time looking for an unfounded murderer at that time. I only need to verify one thing, and the truth will be revealed." What can I do, the Ji family has long been a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh."

"I guess the palace has already set up a game, but you and your father are the bait, can I not go?"

The last sentence completely broke Ji Ting's psychological defense, he couldn't help arching his body, tearfully tearing at He Yang's sleeve, trying to get a little comfort.

Then He Yang took half a step back easily, and said expressionlessly: "I haven't had time to change in the palace yet, I want to take a bath, if you don't leave, go pass the meal."

[Hmm... I'm curious how you know the hidden story? 】

He Yang walked towards the backyard of the General's Mansion calmly. When he heard the system's question, it was rare that he didn't sneer. He just smiled: I don't know, if it is made up to deceive children, remember to add points.

【…】

He Yang: But judging by your reaction, I guessed the same.

【You are amazing. 】

Passing through a blue-gray courtyard wall is the backyard. He Yang stood in front of the door of the room Ji Xiao lived in before, and was about to open the door to enter when he suddenly noticed a familiar fragrance of flowers lingering in his nose.

He turned his head following the scent, and saw a lonely apricot tree standing in the center of the courtyard, full of apricot blossoms competing to bloom, so beautiful that he ignored it when he came in.

[This is the apricot tree planted by the target and Ji Xiao together. 】

No wonder.

This is exactly what Chu Ziyu smelled like.

He Yang gave up the plan to enter the house, went to the base of the apricot tree in the courtyard, picked a petal, put it to his nose and sniffed it lightly, and that face appeared in his mind for a moment.

However, before the smile reached his eyes, the mottled and criss-crossed marks on the trunk attracted his attention. He Yang frowned, and opened the side where the branches and leaves were luxuriant, and saw several ax marks on the trunk, the deepest one A full three or four inches.

【This is……】

Just as System 2.0 was about to explain, Ji Ting's voice suddenly came, and He Yang turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

For some reason, Ji Ting suddenly stopped, and his eyes dodged a little when he touched the apricot tree: "No, just ask if you have any taboos."

"No." He Yang answered very simply, raised his chin and tapped the ax mark on the apricot tree, and asked, "What's going on here?"

Ji Ting was taken aback for a moment: "This...was Dad who chopped it with an ax in a fit of anger."

"Don't avoid the important and take the light. No matter how confused the old man is, he won't vent his anger on a tree and talk about the key points."

"Brother, you really don't remember?" Ji Ting looked puzzled, trying to figure out He Yang's attitude and said, "When the current sage was the crown prince, he was a frequent visitor to the general's mansion. I told my father, and he cut down the tree in a fit of anger."

"It's just as simple as cutting down trees?" He Yang didn't quite believe it, it was more normal for General Ji to cut people down.

Ji Ting wasn't sure whether he was asking knowingly or deliberately being sarcastic, so he simply didn't hide it: "Brother, you tried your best to stop that apricot tree at that time, but Dad didn't stop in time, gouged out a piece of flesh from your right arm, There was blood all over the tree trunk."

He Yang rolled up his sleeves, glanced at the hideous scar, and said calmly, "What happened next?"

"There is no later." Ji Ting frowned, with a lingering haze in his eyes.

He Yang turned his eyes away and didn't ask any more questions. He already had an outline of the past events in his mind. This apricot tree, this scar, and the poison fused into his blood all proved the old general Ji's attitude.

But to be ironic, the veteran who fought on the battlefield and devoted his life to the country did not understand the words "the king's heart is unpredictable" until his death.

"Major General, someone outside the door wants to see you—"

The servant of the General's Mansion was sweating profusely, and breathlessly said: "That man is wearing an official uniform, he looks like he is in a hurry."

"Where is the person?" He Yang asked.

"I'm waiting at the door, and I won't let him in."

Ji Ting pondered for a moment, raised his heels behind He Yang, and said in a low voice, "It's probably Gu Huaishan. I'll let him take a step ahead from the Yongchang Hou Mansion."

"Ah."

He Yang knew in his heart that if Gu Huaishan came to him without hesitation at this time, something important must have happened.

Sure enough, as soon as the two brothers showed up, Gu Huaishan couldn't wait to say: "Let's go to the palace first, and we'll talk about what happened on the way."

"What's wrong?" Ji Ting couldn't bear his temper and asked first.

Gu Huaishan sighed heavily: "The emperor ordered people to release Taifu Shen."

"What's going on, the case wasn't handed over to you for trial, why did you become the last person to know?" Ji Ting asked as he walked.

"I'm just here to assist in the investigation, and the emperor has to decide in the end." Gu Huaishan squinted his muddy eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "I didn't expect it to be so soon...the emperor couldn't even wait to take a look at the evidence, so he made the decision." decision."

Ji Ting frowned, and looked at He Yang with a little surprise, as if he didn't understand how the people he arranged made such a big mistake.

"It's the imperial palace, so it's not strange that he has one or two confidantes." He Yang saw Ji Ting's doubts, and wrote lightly: "Besides, I didn't really cut off his communication with the outside world."

"Then now..." Gu Huaishan choked for a moment, hesitated and said, "Let's go and have a look first, and try to stop all this before releasing him."

"No rush." ​​He Yang glanced at the boy at the door, and ordered: "Go and prepare the carriage."

After a cup of tea, the carriage slowly stopped in front of the three of them.

Gu Huaishan was so anxious that he was sweating, but when he was about to get in the car, He Yang pressed his shoulder lightly: "You don't need to do anything recently, I will go to the palace alone."

"But..." Ji Ting pursed his lower lip, met He Yang's gaze, and swallowed the words that came to his lips.

Things have come to this, he must not allow the tragedy of six years ago to repeat itself.

The wheels ran over the empty corridor and passed directly through the main gate of the palace without anyone blocking it.

He Yang sat calmly in the carriage, he didn't seem at all anxious about letting the tiger go back to the mountain. System 2.0 has endless worries, and asked all the way, but he didn't get an answer.

Finally, one second before he was about to get off the car, He Yang gave a short laugh: "Guess what expression he has now?"

[Is it the target of the strategy?Letting someone go behind your back, you should be terrified now. 】

After pushing open the palace door——

Sure enough, the results of big data deduction are useless.

He Yang picked up the coral pendant lying quietly on the ground, and walked all the way to the bed covered with curtains. He saw Chu Ziyu's eyes closed, his face pale, and his whole body trapped in a soft quilt, feeling a little fragile for no reason.

As the footsteps got closer, the eyelashes of the person on the bed trembled slightly, and finally opened his eyes when he stood still, but there was no trace of fear in his beautiful eyes.

"Ziyu, why did you throw away what I gave you?"

He Yang was sitting on the bedside, playing with the red coral pendant in his hand, but his eyes were fixed on the little emperor, as if he would immediately bark his fangs and bite off his neck if he got an unsatisfactory answer.

It's a pity that Chu Ziyu just glanced at him, then closed his eyes again, and said in a calm tone, "Don't stare at me, anyway, people have already let go."

He Yang sneered, pulled off the belt with one hand, and the dagger slipped to the pillow. He got on the bed with his clothes, wrapped him in his arms with the quilt from the side, rested his chin on Chu Ziyu's soft shoulder, and said viciously:

"I can't lock you up all the time, but I can keep you out of bed for three days, do you want to try?"

"Really?" Chu Ziyu slowly turned his head, with an uncharacteristically calm expression, he stretched out his arms from under the quilt, and hugged He Yang's shoulders, with an intimate gesture: "But I can also make you hurt."

He Yang's heart was alarmed, and he immediately clasped his shoulder and neck with his backhand. Unexpectedly, Chu Ziyu still endured the severe pain and pulled out the dagger. The moment his fingertips grasped the blade, blood flowed quickly along the sharp blade.

"Look, my method has worked." He smiled innocently and complacently.

[Congratulations on triggering the conditions for using the props, and unlocking the memories successfully. 】

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