The Scumbag of Fast Transmigration Guide to Self-Help

Chapter 423 Setting 39 The Deathly Power Official Wants to Be a Good Man (1)

"Hurry up, hurry up, he's ahead."

"There is a cliff ahead, he can't escape."

"Whether he runs or not, he will be executed immediately."

The sound of horseshoes is approaching, and the eyes of the masked people in black are getting more and more excited.

After solving the last person, their mission this time is considered to be successfully completed.

The accompanying guards sacrificed their lives in order to protect themselves, and the pursuers were about to catch up. Yuan Jin, who was fleeing for his life in the carriage, saw the raised cliff in front of him, but his eyes were calm.

A whip fell on the horse's butt, causing the horse to raise its legs and neigh in fright. Another whip fell, and the frightened horse ran desperately toward the cliff.

At the critical moment, Yuan Jin jumped from the front of the carriage frame to the top of the carriage, firmly grasped the roof of the carriage with his left hand, and pointed the crossbow arrow at the cliff with his right hand.

The horse led the carriage and Yuan Jin rushed down the cliff, and the chasers jumped off their horses and gathered in front of the cliff to look at the bottom of the cliff.

"Both the man and the carriage fell." Someone murmured.

"Look, he's on the roof of the car. Right there." was the voice of surprise.

"Pull the bow and shoot the arrow. I'll shoot them all, and he will never be allowed to return to Beijing alive." The leading man in black said.

Yuan Jin took the right time to aim at the target and fired the crossbow, and accurately hit the two people standing at the front of the cliff.

Those two people were also the murderers of his personal guards "Liu San" and "Liu Si".

Stay three, stay four, I avenged you.

The crossbow in Yuan Jin's hand was empty, so he sat cross-legged and let his body fall with the carriage.

Arrows rained down from the sky, but they were all blocked by the century-old green trees on the cliff, startling many birds that had made nests in the trees.

At the bottom of the cliff, the crashed carriage was shattered into several wooden boards. Yuan Jin, who was originally lying on the roof of the carriage, was paralyzed on the fragments, with glaring blood spreading from his long legs, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

After a while, with his face covered in blood, he slowly opened his eyes, his narrow phoenix eyes burning with anger, as if he wanted to burn everything.

The news of Yuan Jin's disappearance spread to the capital, and the aged emperor lost his temper in the Golden Luan Hall.

He sent Yuan Jin to the southwest for a private visit, but Yuan Jin's whereabouts were unknown.He wouldn't believe it if someone had tampered with it secretly.

Civil and military officials bowed their heads tremblingly to listen to the training, but few people sincerely hoped that Yuan Jin would return safely.

Three days later, Yuan Jin returned to Beijing with a high profile and handed over all the evidence that he had found during his narrow escape to the emperor.

The emperor, who was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, looked down at the young man for a long time, then smiled and stroked his beard and sighed: "Yuan Jin, Yuan Jin, I really saw you right."

On the second day, the furious emperor cleaned up the Southwest officialdom according to the list.

Officials who were not on the list were also in danger for a while.

Yuan Jin, who returned to the Ji Mansion, was about to take a good rest, when the warm soft body rushed into his embrace.

"Daddy, you finally remember to look at Jing'er. Jing'er hasn't seen you for more than three months."

Yuan Jin looked at the surrounding environment calmly, the quaint house was simply furnished but exuded a low-key luxury, the servants stood at the door with downcast eyebrows, not daring to go beyond the distance, and it was no different from the memory.

Looking down again, the young man who was holding him was half a head taller than him, with deep and dazzling facial features, and he was staring at him with a pair of black and white moist eyes.

"I watched it today, I still have business..." He raised his hand and coughed, taking the opportunity to take a small step back and get rid of the close distance between the two.

The young man's eyes gradually dimmed, and he seemed to have made an extremely difficult decision. He slowly let go of his fingers holding his robe, and answered his words in a low voice, "Jing'er knows that Daddy is busy with work. If Daddy has something to do, let's go first."

Yuan Jin didn't think much, turned around and strode away.

As everyone knows, after he left, in an instant, the young man's eyes became silent, the edge was hidden, and he was no longer innocent as before.

After walking a few more steps along the Jiuqu corridor, he finally reached a secluded place. Yuan Jin waved his hand to let the servants who were serving him leave, and slowly recalled the plot.

In order to become the most powerful minister in the world, the original owner carefully calculated the prince, colleagues, emperor, and common people, and supported the little poor man to ascend to the throne step by step.When the new emperor ascended the throne, he was granted the title of Prime Minister as he wished, but that night he was sentenced to execution on the "170 Three Counts" and his whole family was executed.After his death, his soul lingered in the palace for a long time and could not leave. Only then did he realize that the little poor man was the destined Wen Sheng Emperor, and he was just a tool to help him ascend the throne.Therefore, he vowed that if God gave him a chance to live his life again, he would be a good person.

Hmm... Since Zhao Jing ascended the throne, he couldn't wait to take the original owner's life, so it can be seen that he couldn't bear the original owner.

If you think about it, you are also the son of Tianhuang nobles. That nobility is engraved in your blood. In the early stage, in order to survive, you had to condescend to obey yourself. This shame is not something ordinary people can easily accept.

I'm afraid that seeing him Yuan Jin once would make Zhao Jing feel upset.

Thinking of Zhao Jing's "Daddy" before, the hairs on his back pricked up.

After a while, he calmed down. He is not the original owner, and he will not repeat the same mistakes.

Yuan Jin walked slowly to the study, thinking that it has been raining continuously in the south recently, and the flood is coming soon.

In the previous life, the original owner used the disaster relief to design the fifth prince, but because of this, the south was full of hunger and the people were in dire straits.This has also become one of the evidences of the original owner's murder of the people.

Indeed, although he and the fifth prince had conflicts, the common people were innocent and should not become victims of the struggle for power. Naturally, he would not let this matter become a stain on his life.

"Master, what's the matter with you today, you seem to be very worried." Ah Quan, who had just cleaned the study, took the teacup from the servant and offered it himself.

Yuan Jin is not in the mood to drink tea right now, so he waved his hand, "Back off."

He now has to think of some countermeasures, preferably to reduce the losses caused by the disaster in the south.

The reason why the emperor dotes on him so much is because he thinks what everyone else thinks and is anxious about everyone's needs.

This matter is also an opportunity for him.

Ah Quan went out of the study on his own, muttering to himself, "Did you get stimulated today? It wasn't like this before."

Therefore, he couldn't see the young man standing in front of him either.

"Uncle Quan, is daddy in there? I want to ask him about calligraphy." Zhao Jing stood under the willow tree like a clear moon, with the willow leaves cut by the spring breeze fluttering slightly, which made his face as clear as jade.

It was during this moment of confusion that Ah Quan discovered that the young man standing in front of him was different from the skinny little cat who had just arrived in the house.

No, can't say different.

Simply a world apart.

My thoughts wandered a little bit, no wonder my grandfather didn't set up a back house for so many years, and devoted himself to raising this child. This child's appearance and temperament are indeed [-] to [-]% similar to his grandfather's.

If he hadn't known that I had never had a woman, he might have thought like the other servants in the house that the young man in front of him was his illegitimate son.

(End of this chapter)