Chapter 57： The protagonist must die

The **** of war Si Konghan was shot by the little monarch with an arrow, and the blood spring hula poured out and splashed the ground. After his death, there was a look of shock on his face. Hidden. Snow fell in his eyes, and immediately melted with the blood.

The executioner was so scared that he knelt down quickly, fearing that the little monarch would shoot him with an arrow because of his disadvantage.

The execution ground was silent, the kneeling guard did not get up, and the supervisor was still kneeling, and Si Konghan's blood ran to him and he did not dare to act arbitrarily. Nie Jia didn't pay attention to these people, waved his attendant to drag Jun Changyue down, and went back to the palace.

The kneeling crowd on the execution ground secretly relaxed. The death of the **** of war was deplorable, but the slight murderous intention revealed by the little prince Fang Cai was shocking. Superintendent stood up and wiped the blood on his hand, watching Si Konghan sigh and shook his head sighingly, instructing the bodyguard to lift the body down and hang the city gate.

The road back to the palace is far away. Nie Jia also ordered the eunuchs who carried the steps to wander around the palace to see if Shi Chen was in the palace.

The heavy snow is flying today, and it is extremely cold. Even the snow-sweepers in the palace cannot see a few people.

Although Jun Changsheng is violent, he is not obscene, but he never kills for profit, nor enjoys arrogance and extravagance. He does not care about women with money rights, and has lived like a lonely ghost since his legs were abolished. Naturally, such a monarch has no official and willing to send his daughter into the palace. King Yan's room was thin, the first king and queen died early, and was looted by the mob. Today, there are only two masters such as Jun Changsheng and Jun Changyue in the Grand Palace. They are empty and depressed, and they can also be extremely pitiful.

These are all signs of national defeat.

Nie Jia was in a heavy mood, and Jun Changsheng's past was really like him.

He reached out and the pale palm was covered with snowflakes.

"It's cold," Nie Jia said slowly, as if his fingertips were cold.

He remembered that Chen always liked to kiss his fingertips clinging to his hands when he was in the past. I wonder where he is now. Has he come to this world? The heavy mood made Nie Jia start to feel uneasy again.

After a full circle in the depressed palace, Nie Jia's waist was frozen before returning to the bedroom in disappointment.

After Nie Jia returned to the dormitory, his worries in his eyes had all receded, and he coldly commanded to continue: "Informing the world, Si Konghan tried to cover up the sky with his hands in order to rebel, and then he died. No amnesty. "

The following response will be made immediately.

In the original plot, Jun Changsheng cut off Sikonghan's head and slammed the Sikong family. This matter is over. After all, Sikonghan's rebellion hasn't been raised yet, and the commander of Xuanjia was defeated in one fell swoop. The people in the world only knew that the king had killed Sikong, but they didn't know why. Si Konghan's death was the last straw that crushed the camel. The courtiers were angry and the people complained, so the final shot of Jun Changsheng was almost universal.

Of course, Nie Jia now preached to announce the cause of Sikonghan ’s death in the world. Presumably the courtiers and the people were unwilling to believe, or even if they knew that Sikonghan died because of an attempted rebellion, he was still the **** of war in the hearts of the people. People died, died under the dictatorship of the tyrant, is a hero worthy of history.

Early the next morning, Nie Jia's descendants came to ask: "Last night, someone secretly worshipped the sikong thief under the city wall?"

The guard said on his knees, "Go back to the king, and no trace is found."

Nie Jia waved lazily, turned over and went to sleep, and the bodyguard stepped back out.

"People." Nie Jia smiled ironically.

Your heroes are hung on the city gates, humiliated by the wind and the eagles pecking at the sun, hundreds of thousands of people in Zhuolu City have no guts to worship their souls, hanging on their mouths and hiding in their hearts Respecting and regretting has a fart effect.

Nie Jia was full of grief, and lay down and slept for a while.

Today the snow stopped, and the sunny days that hadn't melted snow were slightly warmer, and Nie Jia's legs didn't hurt so much. All the silver bells in the bedroom were taken down, and the entire inner hall suddenly had only one bed. The empty and cold was so echoed and surprisingly cold that Nie Jia was awake with knee pain in the middle of the night. Two stoves were set up next to the bed, and it was awful until the next morning.

He shrunk in the bed for a while, did not sleep, and did not wake up, listening to the crackling sound of burning in the furnace and lying quietly without knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, the **** came in and knelt and said: "King Qijun, King Jingjing, please."

Nie Jia rolled his eyes indifferently and looked at him, "Isn't he going to succumb to his grief, not yet dead?"

The old **** was stunned for a moment, but did not expect that the little country king who had a strange preference for His Royal Highness the only younger brother of King Jing was indifferent to the life and death of King Jing this time.

"Let him go." Nie Jia frowned impatiently.

The old **** did not dare to have him. When he saw the Master's expression, he did not dare to persuade him to quit the bedroom.

Nie Jia was very upset, turned over, and turned back to the temple door. The outside had been exposed to the sun three times, he didn't get up, and he didn't need breakfast, so he turned in bed all morning, and his slightly frowned long eyebrows never let go.

It didn't take long for Nie Jia to think of something and gritted her teeth: "Come here."

His voice was so soft that people who stood outside the hall could not hear it. At this time, several shadows swept down from the beam, kneeling on the knees in front of the bed lined up, bowing to their knees. Zi Zi is also full of thick blood, and at a glance, he knows that it is five embryos.

"What did the king command?" One of the shadows said.

Nie Jia propped up his body, glancing at the faces of the five Xuanjia in front of him, and then sighed softly. Xuan Jia was wearing a dark black costume, wearing a cold soldier's waist, and wearing black armor covering his mouth and nose. soul.

The five people in front of me are not.

After Nie Jia was disappointed, the uneasiness in his heart was even more serious.

"Wash it." Nie Jia said softly.

He thought for a long time, and thought that Shi Chen was probably one of Xuanjia. There are twenty-one members of Xuanjia, five of whom remain in the palace to protect his safety, and the remaining sixteen are scattered on all sides to guard Yan's territory. The other generals in North Korea and Si Konghan were ordinary people, and it was only Xuanjia that Si Konghan could control his army if he died.

Nie Jia was not good at recalling other Xuanjia at this time, so after five people clumsily put on his robe, he ordered: "You go to the border, and replace the others, the faster the better."

The five Xuanjias were stunned and looked at each other, and they all read a trace of embarrassment from each other's eyes. King, do you think the five of them are not waiting? But they are good at peeling and cramps, so it is the first time to serve such a weak child so close, this is rejected ...

"Yes." The five answered, and then waited clumsily to wait for Xiao Guojun to use lunch before leaving one person, and the other four went to Bianguan.

"The king, the king of the palace of King Jing is here, saying that something has happened." After the meal, Nie Jia was basking in the sun under the gallery.

Nie Jia opened his eyes, and the sunlight shone into the coldness deep in his eyes, reflecting the energetic anger.

The old **** was suddenly shocked with cold sweat, and stepped back to bow down.

Nie Jia was silent for a while and said lightly: "See you."

The old **** hurried to spread the news. Soon afterwards, a head **** came down with his head down and worshipped in the corridor. visit."

"If you suffer from wind and cold, go to the medical officer and ask the king what to do. Will the king see a doctor!" Nie Jia scolded.

The **** did not get up on his knees, but at this moment he started shaking.

"Is he out of the palace?" Nie Jia sneered.

The **** shook like a chaff, daring to deceive, "Yes."

"See Sikong Han hanging on the city wall?" Nie Jia asked.

The **** shivered: "Yes."

Nie Jia took the hot tea served by the palace people and gently blew the mist, the eyes suddenly became much softer, "So, go and see."

The Gong people walked towards the Chiyang Palace where Jun Changyue lived. Nie Jia guessed it when Jun Changyue asked for a meeting in the morning. At that time, he was so full of excitement that he ignored it.

As soon as I entered the door of Chiyang Palace, I heard the sad cry from inside.

Jun Changyue burst into tears immediately after the palace was communicated. He looked at Nie Jia ’s eyes full of resentment, dissatisfaction, and disgust, but he fell down on his knees and kowtowed, "Brother, kill or kill Now, can Brother Rongchen bury him well? "

Nie Jia shoved his hands and stepped on the footsteps to ignore him, and let the palace people go straight into the inner hall.

Jun Changyue hurriedly stood up with his clothes on, and ran in. He cried from yesterday until he fainted and woke up, and continued to cry. During this time, the dripping did not enter.

"Aren't you sick?" Nie Jia flicked his fingers with a blank expression.

The medical officer brought by him immediately stepped forward to see Jun Changyue for medical treatment. Jun Changyue pushed the medical officer away and knelt in front of Nie Jia, pleading pitifully on his knee: "Brother Wang, prince My brother only has this request. Will you promise me? I will never make you angry anymore, and I will never leave the palace building and stay with you all the time, please? "

He prayed earnestly, and the people in Chiyang Palace wept silently, sympathizing with the Master's experience. Nie Jia stretched his hand over his forehead without a look, gently raised his eyebrows and said, "No fever, are you ill?"

Jun Changyue himself is a reincarnation doctor. He usually pays attention to health and wellness, not to mention a slender teenager, but his physique is several times stronger than that of Jun Changsheng. He cried and hanged in the snow yesterday. How could it be possible? It's easy to get cold.

The medical officer also took advantage of the master's stunned effort to explore the pulse, and then said to Nie Jia: "Yang King, His Royal Highness Jing Jing is only sad and excessively insane, and his body is unharmed."

"Brother Wang ...?" Jun Changyue looked at Nie Jia in a daze. Brother Wang still cares that his body naturally cares about him, but how can he always ignore him.

Nie Jia felt cold and couldn't help but clenched his hand stove. His tone was as cold and frightening as if he had been taken out of the cold lake. "Who is the one who came to this king to tell the king that the wind of the king is cold?"

The **** in charge of Chiyang Palace fluttered down and knelt down suddenly, tremblingly responded: "Yes, it's a minion."

"Lied about Jing Wang's illness, played with this king, and dragged out and chopped it out." Nie Jia's voice just fell, and the accompanying guard immediately crossed out the **** with his despair.

"No, don't!" Jun Chang was anxious, but since taking care of his life's confidant since childhood, how could he watch his death just like his relatives and friends. Jun Changyue's slightly dried tears suddenly burst out again, and shook Nie Jia's hand anxiously, crying pleadingly: "Brother, don't, I let him lie and ask you to come, it's none of his business!"

There was a quick scream outside, and Jun Changyue froze violently.

Nie Jia pinched his chin with **** and said secretly: "Remember, teasing the king is a death sentence. If you dare to provoke me in the future, I will kill you too!"

Jun Changyue slammed down on the ground, looking at the monarch on foot with horror.