Chapter One

The Da Zhou Dynasty, Tai'an for three years.

The new emperor Ji Jin was three years old and was nineteen years old.

Every time I heard the palace doctors call the doctors, they were frightened. They wrote a good letter and waved tears with their family members before entering the palace.

It's not that Ji Jinrong is terrible. What's terrible is the 26-year-old general Wei Tingjun.

Wei Tingjun has been infinitely powerful since he was a child, he can straighten bent irons, and he can lift huge boulders.

Wei Tingjun joined the army at the age of eighteen and built countless achievements in the border in six years. At the age of twenty-three, he became a well-known town general.

This name originally belonged to Grandpa Wei Tingjun. Grandpa Wei Tingjun died 19 years ago and passed on to Wei Tingjun's father.

Three years ago, Wei Tingjun's father and brother died in battle, and Wei Tingjun made another great contribution. The emperor gave him the words "Zhengguo General" early to comfort the Wei family.

Since Ji Jin won the throne, Wei Tingjun has become the commander of the embargo, and at the same time led the black riding camp under his hand to guard Jingyu.

The black riding camps are all brave and warlike. The knives in their hands have seen blood.

They only listened to the orders of Wei Tingjun and Ji Jinrong. When there is a slight change in the emperor's capital, they will appear silently, killing those who intend to rebel.

After going through several bloodbaths, everyone learned to be good.

With Wei Tingjun, the hawk dog guarding the side, Asano was safe for the time being.

It is a pity that Ji Jinrong was weak and with the illness brought on by her mother's womb. No one dared to say "healed". In the past, when the doctor was out of power, the doctor said plainly, "I wonder if I can survive this year." All the brothers took a breath.

Wei Tingjun and Ji Jinrong have known each other since childhood, and have stood by Ji Jinrong since Ji Jinrong was a milk doll—Every time Ji Jinrong wanders between life and death, Wei Tingjun is worried and cares for her.

This is nine years.

When Ji Jinrong was nine years old, she unexpectedly saw the "refugees" presented by her foreign minister. For the first time, she could see the wind and rain outside.

He told Wei Tingjun: "The man's eldest husband should defend his country and build his career!"

So Wei Tingjun went to the border.

His tactics are tricky and changeable, his mind is cautious and meticulous. Wherever he goes, the blood bleeds, the blood bleeds, and the death and injury are not serious. It is rumored that he even led the black riding camp to pound the opponent's nest. Begging and. The surrounding countries were so terrified that they didn't dare to spread their wildness in the surrounding areas. They secretly called Wei Tingjun "Blood Shura".

Things are often so unfair.

Those corrupt officials who searched for people ’s fats and ointments and were full of fat were still alive. The emperor who had been confused for decades and was partial to betrayal was also old. Wei Tingjun, the only person who cares about “Blood Shura”, always cares. Live in front of the Ghost Gate—Sometimes Ji Jinrong may not wake up for several days as soon as she sleeps.

Like this time in winter, the cold wave is flowing everywhere.

Ji Jinrong worries about the people's winter, and sleeps for one hour less in the night-and also suffers from the freezing of an hour.

The next morning, Ji Jinrong did not appear.

Everyone speculated that Ji Jinrong was ill again, and immediately they talked about it.

Wei Tingjun went straight to Ji Jinrong's dormitory without thinking.

Ji Jinrong's eyes were confined, and the doctor looked sad.

The attendant next to him met Wei Tingjun and carefully handed Wei Jinjun the strategy he wrote last night.

Wei Tingjun took it with a trembling look, and when his eyes turned red, he raised his hand and threw it to the ground.

He cares about the people being frozen, so why not think about himself!

When the world was handed to him, it was already the building that was about to fall, and the situation was gone. These things were not his responsibility at all!

His life would have been one day less.

Wei Tingjun made a move that was seen by outsiders as equivalent to the following: he took off his robe, took off his boots, and sat on Ji Jinrong's bed.

Wei Tingjun embraced Ji Jinrong in his arms, his broad chest fluctuated, and his sadness overflowed with words.

The attendants who stood by were not surprised to see the scene, but secretly wiped their tears.

Ji Jinrong was chilling from a young age, several times to the edge of life and death Wei Tingjun held Ji Jinrong like this, and pulled Ji Jinrong back from the gate of the ghost.

Wei Tingjun tightened his arms, making Ji Jinrong closer to himself.

Ji Jinrong's cold body temperature reminded him of his dead father and brother. That was also the case at that time. The cold palms of his father and brother could not be covered no matter how he covered them.

But the person in his arms was still so small, so young that he had not walked out of the palace wall, tasted any tasteful food, and struggled on the sickbed most of his life.

God is unfair!

When Taiyi trembled and said, "There is no way," Wei Tingjun was anxious to kill all the useless waste.

It is conceivable that Ji Jinrong may become ill again when he wakes up, and Wei Tingjun endured that urge.

Wei Tingjun gritted his teeth and scolded: "Are you, Your Majesty, your Majesty? Your Majesty, aren't you the people? If your Majesty dares to die, I dare to bury you!" It's him too.

Because even with such harsh words, Ji Jinrong didn't move.

This time, I probably couldn't get over it.

"Injustice to heaven! Injustice to heaven!" Wei Tingjun's warm tears dripped around Ji Jinrong's cold neck and choked and scolded God. "Injustice to heaven! Why Mingjun loyalty ca n’t be good, but he lives long!"

He doesn't need anything, as long as his Majesty is alive!

Wei Tingjun held Ji Jinrong tighter, crying bitterly, and desolately more than sternly: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Heaven is unjust!"

As if in response to his words, lightning suddenly thundered outside, illuminating the original gray sky.

During the day, the sky suddenly became dark like night, and only the purple electric light was on the horizon. The palace people, attendants, and doctors inside and outside were horrified, and their knees were inexplicably soft, and they knelt on and on.

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It is said that the new emperor also had such a vision when he was born, it was God sent him, now it is-now it is God to take him back!

Wei Tingjun tightened his arms and stopped moving, only tears sliding down his cheeks silently.

Everyone kneeled down, listening to the thunderous thunder outside the hall.

Suddenly, Wei Tingjun stiffened.

One hand lifted from his arms and wiped the tears on his cheek for him. The palm was still a little cold, but it finally recovered a touch of temperature. It was soft, lukewarm-alive.

living!

Obviously ecstatic, Wei Tingjun burst into tears: "Your Majesty!"

Ji Jinrong shouted softly with a weak but clear voice: "Stone."

Wei Tingjun said, "I'm here, Your Majesty is here." Wei Tingjun was afraid that Ji Jinrong was angry, and he quickly gestured to the housekeeper next to him to pick up the discount on the ground. "I will arrange what you have to say immediately."

Lights flickered outside the hall, illuminating the obvious eagerness on Wei Tingjun's face.

Ji Jinrong lowered her eyebrows slightly, hiding the thoughts at the bottom of her eyes.

Wei Tingjun is really good to him, really good. However, Wei Tingjun's goodness was only to him, not to Da Zhou's Jiangshan Society.

Wei Tingjun defended Da Zhou Jiangshan, not for social welfare, not for the people, but for him.

Knowing that a new Chu Jun should be selected early, knowing that Wei Tingjun was not the right candidate, he still couldn't commit himself to others.

He is also selfish.

He didn't want to put his most important person to death.

Even if it is for this unsolved dilemma, for Wei Tingjun who has not yet fully grown up-he must live.

He wants to live.

Ji Jinrong whispered something to Wei Tingjun and closed her eyes again.

Wei Tingjun asked the Taiyi to take the pulse for Ji Jinrong, and determined that Ji Jinrong was temporarily absent before sending the Taiyi away. He asked people to move all the memorials and review them while watching Ji Jinrong.

Ji Jinrong looked serene.

No one knew that a strange thing appeared in his mind at this time.

This is Ji Jinrong's last life-saving straw.

It felt like someone had offered him a glass that looked like poisonous wine and told him: "Drinking it will make you live longer, and if you don't drink it, you will die immediately." Then ask him if he wants to drink it.

-He drinks.

Even if it is really poisonous wine, he drinks it.

Ji Jinrong's eyelids moved and fell into deep sleep again.

[The Lord of the Dead is loading ...]

[The dying king system is binding ...]

Ji Jinrong was awakened by the sound of fireworks bursting.

Ji Jinrong also saw this wonderful thing for the first time.

At the dawn of the Lantern Festival, a notice was posted in the palace saying that tens of thousands of fireworks would be celebrated on the day of the Lantern Festival.

This news led to a crowd of people in the capital of Lantern Festival, all looking forward to the fireworks.

According to the system prompt, the "10,000 fireworks" was purchased by the body's original owner with a high price of national inventory silver.

For this "ten thousand fireworks," this "fainting monk" almost emptied the entire state treasury.

And the entire treasury went into the hands of a merchant called Wan Wan Huan.

This Wan Yuhuan is the master of this story. He was originally a sister-in-law of Houmen. Unexpectedly, his grandfather offended the emperor and his family was exiled to Yanbei.

This exile actually exudes a strange relationship.

It turned out that the real Wan Yuhuan had died on the road to exile and was replaced by a soul from the future. This future soul brought imaginative ideas ahead of this era, and became a strategist of King Yanbei, and eventually helped King Beibei to become king and change dynasties!

The body occupied by Ji Jinrong is the tragic role in the story of this body.

"He" was an ignorant half-old child when he was the thirteenth prince and ascended the throne.

The more than 10,000 Huan Yin will know the eunuchs in the palace, teach the other party to read, and mention the other party to climb up step by step. In the end, the purchase of the **** became a great help for Wan Yuhuan, and he made many absurd things beside the little emperor.

For example, this "ten thousand fireworks".

It wasn't until this **** was killed that the emperor found out that his most beloved person was so concealed!

Ji Jinrong then went to the system before the final tragedy occurred. What he needs to do is to fulfill the wish of the original owner without changing the ending of the dynasty.

Ji Jinrong accepted the memory of the original master, knowing that he had two big wishes: one was to find the dead mother's body and bury it well, and the other was ... to kill the back servant Changfu!

Ji Jinrong looked up at the illuminated night sky.

"Is that just the case?" Ji Jinrong said lightly, "It's that simple? This Changfu is not the culprit, what's the use of killing him?"

As soon as the words came to an end, Ji Jinrong felt the heart in his chest beating twice, and his heart was filled with hate for Changfu.

Ji Jinrong didn't say much.

This little emperor is right, what do people who do n’t know well hate?

Only the closest ones can make the sharpest blade.