The story of the rich and the young being tricked into farming

This is the end of the matter, Jing Ling doesn't want to entangle with Jing Min any more, he hangs his head and thinks quickly when he sees the matter revealed, but Jing Min has blocked all the roads he can think of, and he has really come to the It's the end of the road.

When she raised her head again, Jing Ling's eyes were already shattered: "So what if I killed him? If it wasn't for me, this world would no longer be under Jing's world, and he, Jing Huan, would have died at the hands of the Huns. Which of you people has not received my favor?"

Cheng Pinghou turned around slowly, and his disgusted eyes fell on him: "Your Majesty really thinks it's all my own credit to recapture Luojing? That's what my countless brothers stepped on for Jing Shi!"

"Even without you, someone else would sit on the throne—the former emperor who was imprisoned in the Huns, the young Jing Min, or even the rebellious King Kang, as long as his surname is Jing."

"Then why can't it be Zhen? My surname is also Jing, and I'm... still the late emperor's crown prince, his appointed heir!" Jing Ling hurriedly said, almost biting her own tongue.

General Fuyuan, who was standing beside him without speaking, suddenly pulled out the long sword at his waist. He looked at Jing Ling, and said word by word, "Because you are not worthy."

"Since you were young, you were mediocre, despicable and jealous. Your Majesty always knew that you would not be able to be an emperor with such a heart, but I have always been a young man, and he was afraid of hurting your heart, so he has been dragging on."

No one spoke, and no one interrupted him.

Xiao Xingshan paused, then continued: "When you were 12 years old, you designed to let the eighth prince who was most favored by His Majesty at that time fall into the water. Afterwards, the child survived for half a month, and finally died. You thought you were brilliant, No one can notice, that's because His Majesty is holding you back! He thinks you are only a 12-year-old child, and he must have not taught you well to do such a stupid thing!"

Jing Ling's feet suddenly softened, and she sat slumped on the dragon chair.

"Impossible..." he murmured, "How is it possible?"

After that, his father loved him all the time, and even brought him to his side to teach him personally... He thought it was because the eighth child died, and he had no choice but to transfer his love back to himself.

Jing Ling's lips trembled, and he could barely sit still. He said with red eyes, "It's what he deserves, that's what he deserves! It's his partiality, whoever makes him a bowl of water uneven, he doesn't hurt My mother is the queen, so she doesn't even hurt me..."

"The eighth prince's biological mother came from a humble background. If he doesn't care about him, those palace people will inevitably treat their mother and child poorly, but you are the prince, A Jingling..." Xiao Xingshan's eyes became colder and his tone became more and more serious. Liang, "He doesn't love you? Do you know what he said to me on the way when I led my troops to bring him back from the Huns?"

Jing Ling said in a hoarse voice, "Shut up..."

"Your Majesty said...you are of course mediocre, but even if you can't be a good emperor who will be famous through the ages, you still need me to protect you. It's okay to be a mediocre emperor all your life, as long as you follow his last wish and don't treat yourself His flesh and blood relative Jing Min took action."

Having said this, Xiao Xingshan suddenly closed his eyes sadly.

"But Your Majesty, do you really know what a cruel child he is?"

His eyes were heavy with pain, but he turned around suddenly, and the polished long sword in his hand sank into Jing Ling's chest. The latter didn't even react, and the pain only lasted for a while. Once black, the last face left in the eyes of everyone is this frightened and unwilling face.

"Why..." The last word stuck in his throat, he didn't know whether he was asking Emperor Xiaoren or himself.

All the people present wanted to watch coldly and stop them, but none of them moved. They just watched Jing Ling die in embarrassment on the dragon chair.

King Ning, who had been scolded countless times for being cold-blooded, was bleeding warm blood at this moment. Through General Xiao's words and Jing Ling's death, he subconsciously recalled the scene of him kneeling in front of Emperor Xiaoren's bed that year.

That was probably the most benevolent and kind-hearted person in their Jing family. It's a pity that neither of their two surviving brothers inherited such a character.

He kept smiling at himself sadly and lovingly, and squeezed his palm generously and warmly, as if he wanted to compensate him for all the father's love these years, but at that time, Jing Min only had hatred in his eyes.

Now that I think about it, he probably really loves himself.

If life could be repeated, he thought that at that time, he would call him father.

It's a pity that the fireworks, the four seasons in the world, the falling flowers and the flowing water, everything in the world is moving forward, and all living beings, even if they retreat, are actually moving forward. No one can go back. Regrets can only be regrets after all.

Jing Min coughed, and then slowly said: "Everyone, I'm going back to the mansion first, if it drags on, I'm afraid the Jing family will die."

Although he was teasing himself, everyone could see that he was seriously injured, and he was the only one in the Jing clan who could hold a high position, and no one dared to keep him.

Afterwards, Marquis Cheng Ping immediately ordered the sergeant he had brought: "Hurry up and send the new emperor back to rest, and then invite some imperial physicians."

"General Xiao, please lead your troops north to meet the enemy." Jing Min coughed softly again, and then said unhurriedly, "Mingda, please release the news that the new emperor will ascend the throne in three days. I want to take advantage of the fire to rob, and know that the situation here is settled, so I won't make any more entanglements."

Marquis Cheng Ping bowed and said, "This humble minister takes orders."

As soon as Jing Min stepped into the carriage, he fell down. Ye Xiaozhou stepped forward to hold him up, but he suddenly vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, which stained Ye Xiaozhou's skirt.

Ye Xiaozhou's tears fell instantly, and he didn't think he was dirty: "How are you?"

Jing Min was struggling on the execution platform just now, now that the burden of the world falls on him, he naturally wants to stabilize the hearts of his subjects, if he shows such a distressed appearance, I'm afraid Luo Jing will be in chaos immediately .

He smiled weakly at Ye Xiaozhou, bluffing him: "Maybe he is dying, what should I do?"

Ye Xiaozhou suddenly cried even worse.

"Isn't there still our child? If it's a boy, he can also be a little emperor for me in the future. If it's a girl, then the world will follow your surname Ye."

Only then did Ye Xiaozhou realize that he was teasing himself, and he pushed him away: "What time is it, you still..."

Jing Min suffered from pain, but pretended to be in extreme pain, propped himself on the wooden plank, clutched his chest and said the pain, Ye Xiaozhou's heart softened again, and he stepped forward to hold him in his arms.

As soon as he cried, the tears couldn't stop, and he said angrily and sadly: "I obviously owe you nothing..."

"Stop crying," Jing Min raised his hand to wipe away his tears, but his face was covered with blood, Jing Min had no choice but to withdraw his dirty hands, and gently put his arms around his shoulders, "I know, I owe you a lot ,It is my fault."

Ye Xiaozhou didn't speak, so he continued to say in a hoarse voice: "Xiaozhou, the Ye Mansion is still in the hands of this king, and I will return all the property and treasures that have been confiscated. Your father doesn't have to be a dead man, and he will still be his Master Ye from now on." .”

Speaking of this, he suddenly smiled: "But you may not be able to be your Young Master Ye again. Since you are here, you can only be my queen in the future."

"Whoever wants to be your queen, I can't wait for you..." The word death came to his lips, but Ye Xiaozhou couldn't say it.

Jing Min interrupted him, "But you're still here."

He paused for a while, then smiled and said, "Forgive me."

Ye Xiaozhou: "I haven't."

"Is it enough for me to pay you for ten years as an ox or a horse?"

"not enough."

"Year 20?"

"What a pity you lied to me, A Jingmin. My family was almost destroyed," Ye Xiaozhou said angrily, "Who cares about your 20 years? At least 80 years."

Jing Min seemed to be thinking about it for a while, and then said a little wronged: "Then my bones were cold at that time, and you refused to forgive me when I got underground, so what should I do?"

Ye Xiaozhou looked at his blood-stained appearance. Under the clothes, there must be few pieces of good meat. Thinking of this, Ye Xiaozhou couldn't help but soften his heart.

He looked away, looked at the wall of the car and was silent for a long time, and then said in a low voice: "This is the only time in this life, if there is another time, I will really not love you."

There was no response for a long time.

Ye Xiaozhou waited anxiously, so he lowered his head, only to realize that Jing Min seemed to have passed out due to excessive blood loss, and he probably didn't hear his last words.

He hastily stretched out his hand to touch Jing Min's breath, and he was relieved when he found that he was still breathing.

"A villain like you who deserves to be infamous for thousands of years must not die easily." Ye Xiaozhou muttered angrily.

After speaking, he suddenly pinched Jing Min's face until it turned into a grimace that didn't look like crying or laughing, and then said to him in a vicious voice: "Didn't you hear what I said to forgive you just now?" ? Then I take it back and don’t count.”

"Continue to beg me in the future, dog."

The sun outside was swaying, and there were noises of young children chasing and laughing along the street. The carriage quickly crossed the street, and a layer of white dust was swept up. After the carriage left, the dust slowly fell back. on the ground.

Since then, everything has settled down.