After Transmigrating into a Tyrant [Transmigration Book]

"What did you say?"

Qi Jing suddenly stood up, lost interest in taking a walk, and his face darkened: "What's going on?"

Fuyou waved back the serving maidservant, and said solemnly: "Someone found her dead body in her residence early in the morning. The way of death..."

He paused, his eyes dimmed, "It's exactly the same as the maid who died before, she was killed by Tianmen swordsmanship after being tortured."

Qi Jing's heart skipped a beat: "How could this happen?"

That girl Qingxing was only sixteen or seventeen years old, but she was very cute and sensible, which made him feel affectionate and affectionate, treating her like a little sister.How could he be murdered at such a young age?

He sat back dejectedly, resting his forehead with his hands, a feeling of futility and powerlessness emerged from the bottom of his heart.

The target of the people behind the scenes was him, and they chose to attack a little girl who was powerless, obviously trying to show off his might to him, but he was helpless and helpless, even until now there was not even a trace of clues.

"And..." Fuyou looked at him and said solemnly, "Someone picked up a white jade coiled dragon hairpin that was broken into two pieces beside Qing Xing's corpse..."

Qi Jing raised his head abruptly, met his eyes in mid-air, and saw the same message from the other's eyes.

White Jade Beaulieu Hairpin...

If he remembered correctly, when he went to court yesterday, he was wearing a white jade dragon hairpin!

He has never paid much attention to clothing, the reason why he remembered this matter so clearly is because Zi Ling complained in a low voice that the white jade coiled dragon hairpin was too plain, and as his identity, he should choose the noble one.

Fuyou looked at him, obviously thinking of this.

He walked to the dowry box in a few steps, opened the drawer that usually contained decorations, and quickly rummaged through it. With a gloomy face, he slowly shook his head at Qi Jing.

No.

The white jade beaulieu hairpin is gone!

Qi Jing watched him walking towards him blankly, stopped two steps away from him, and asked in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, do you remember where you put that hairpin?"

Qi Jing shook his head, something like that happened suddenly yesterday, he was caught off guard, when he came back from the Jinhua Palace, he was in a daze, and he didn't let anyone serve him, he washed himself and went to bed, how could he remember that Where did the hairpin go?

Seeing his expression, Fuyou understood, soothed his face, and comforted him: "Don't panic, your lord, it's just a white jade coiled dragon hairpin, it can't prove anything."

As soon as he finished his words, a voice came from outside the hall: "Your Majesty, I welcome you." It was the voice of Jin Zhu, the servant beside Qi Wangshan.

Qi Jing suddenly felt uneasy, he looked at Fuyou, and whispered: "Uncle You..."

Fuyou nodded slightly at him, and said in a low voice: "Wait and see what happens, don't panic."

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked out of the bedroom, Qi Jing heard him say to Jin Zhu in a neither humble nor overbearing way: "Your Majesty has not changed his clothes yet, Lord Jin Zhu comes with me first, sit down and drink tea to rest for a while."

……

Qi Jing asked his maid to help him wash, wash and dress, and forced himself to calm down and think about the connection between the two things before and after.

They were all young girls who were in their prime, and they were all killed after being tortured. They all had wounds from Tianmen swordsmanship and traces of Tianmen spiritual power...

He intuitively felt that the matter this time might not be that simple. There were two murders in the palace, and the targets were all directed at him. Most importantly, the person behind it seemed to be very familiar with him or the royal family, which would not only make Tianmen Swordsmanship can also imitate his imprint of spiritual power.But the strange thing is that this person just killed some seemingly insignificant people, but he didn't attack him alone. Why?

With the opponent's ability and mind, it would be effortless to kill him.Why do you have to spend so much time to set up a situation, but don't move him at all?

What exactly does this person want to do?

Qi Jing felt like a marionette at this moment, being controlled by an invisible hand, being thrown into one whirlpool mystery after another involuntarily, unable to see the situation clearly, and unable to recognize the opponent.

He sat on the chariot with a heavy heart, lost in thought.

Until Jin Zhu shouted with a smile: "Your Majesty, we have arrived."

Qi Jing got off the chariot, Fuyou was blocked outside the hall, and Jin Zhu gave him a sideways glance, and said with a smirk: "Fuyou's servant should stop here, Laojun didn't say to let you in too. "

Qi Jing could hear that Jin Zhu seemed not to be dealing with Fu You very well, so he collected himself, shook his head at Fu You who had a bad face, and followed Jin Zhu into the hall.

There was a strong wind last night, but not a drop of rain fell. At this moment, the sky outside was gloomy, with layers of dark clouds piled up like mountains, covering the entire palace in darkness.

In addition, the overall layout of the Jinhua Hall is dark and gloomy, and only a few dim lights are lit, reflecting everything in the hall indistinctly, like many peeping eyes hiding in the dark and silently watching the people who step into the hall .

Qi Jing's heart rose to his throat, and he followed Jin Zhu step by step.

However, as he walked, he suddenly felt an ominous premonition.Even though the distance from the gate of the hall to the inner hall was only a few dozen steps, he walked for a long time, and Jin Zhu didn't stop.

Qi Jing raised his head and glanced at the dimly lit palace. In the past, there were many servants standing on both sides, but now there was no one.He anxiously called out to the person in front: "Jin Zhu?"

The person in front walked straight ahead without responding.

Qi Jing suddenly felt uneasy, and called again: "Jin Zhu?"

The person in front finally stopped, he turned his back to Qi Jing, and slowly turned his head——

"Ah!" Qi Jing saw his appearance clearly, yelled in horror, and backed away again and again, "Why are you? You are not—"

At some point, the person leading the way changed from the fat and bloated Jin Zhu to the petite Qing Xing!

Qing Xing still had the gentle and pleasant appearance she had when she was alive, she smiled shyly at Qi Jing, and said softly, "Your Majesty, what's wrong with me?"

Qi Jing swallowed the phrase "Aren't you dead?" that came to his mouth, closed his mouth and shook his head, his palms clasped in his sleeves were wet with sweat.

Qing Xing said softly: "Your Majesty wants to say——Is this how I should be?"

While she was talking, she smiled at Qi Jing, smiling, the corners of her eyes, nose and mouth, and facial features gradually flowed bright red blood, meandering down her face, dripping on her clothes on the ground...

Qi Jing's heart almost jumped out of his throat, he stammered: "You, don't come here..."

"Your Majesty——" Qing Xing stretched out her bloody hands towards him, blood and tears flowed from her eyes, she looked even more eerie, she wailed, "Didn't Your Majesty say that he likes Qing Xing? Qing Xing also likes Jun Shang! Jun Shang, look at me, look at me—"

Qi Jing panicked and stepped back while waving at her to explain: "No, no, you misunderstood, the liking I said was for my sister, not the kind you think...you, don't come here..."

Hearing this, Qing Xing paused, her delicate face suddenly turned ferocious, she stretched her fingers, pinched Qi Jing's neck and lifted him from the ground, and shouted sadly: "All men in this world are lucky! Qi Jing !Qi Jing! I hate you for being so thin on me! I am not reconciled!"

Qi Jing struggled desperately, but who knew that Qing Xing looked like a weak woman with stronger hands than him, and soon pinched him so hard to breathe that his face flushed, he kicked his legs hard, trying to reason with Qing Xing : "Qingxing, you, listen to me..."

Qing Xing smiled sweetly, pressed her bloody face up to him, rubbed greedily on his cheek, and whispered in his ear, like a lover's whisper: "Your Majesty, you still like Qing Xing, Isn't it? I knew that you couldn't bear to part with me. Come and accompany me, okay?"

She spoke sweet words in her mouth, but her hands were merciless, and her strength became tighter and tighter.

The eyes of Qi Jing, who was straight, turned black, and his breathing gradually weakened.

"break!"

A clear drink suddenly sounded.

Qing Xing's complexion changed drastically, she pinched Qi Jing's neck, and looked around vigilantly: "Who?"

With a sound of "噗——", the sharp blade was unsheathed and struck through the air.

Qing Xing led Qi Jing to avoid sideways, and sneered: "You want to kill me? It's not that easy!"

However, in the next moment, before she finished speaking, a wave of spiritual power shot into her body, Qing Xing opened her eyes wide in disbelief, unable to let go of the hand that was pinching Qi Jing, she fell on her back with a bang.

Qi Jing was able to breathe, knelt on the ground and coughed repeatedly.

When he finally regained his composure, he found that the black mist had already dissipated, the hall was brightly lit, beside him was a corpse covered in a white cloth, and standing in front of him was a person who should not have appeared here——Yan Zhilan.

He hissed, clutching his bloody neck, barely stood up, and said in a hoarse voice, "Why are you here?"

Yan Zhilan didn't even look at him, just walked past him, picked up a small stone not far behind him, a small wave of spiritual power appeared from his fingertips, and surrounded it so as not to disappear.

Then he turned around and presented the thing to Qi Wangshan who was sitting in the seat above, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "As the old gentleman saw, the matter is like this."

As soon as he came in, he saw Qi Jing yelling at the void, thinking of what happened last night, he immediately made a judgment in his heart, and shot without hesitation, it was indeed the same as last night.

Qi Wangshan frowned: "Phantom spirit stone?"

Yan Zhilan said: "I'll see you later, old gentleman."

Qi Wangshan took a deep look at him, injected spiritual power into the phantom spirit stone, and withdrew his hand after a while, the phantom spirit stone instantly turned into powder in front of him and dissipated in the air.

"presumptuous!"

Qi Wangshan yelled angrily, slapped the armrest violently, the veins on the back of his skinny hand exploded, and said angrily: "Who is so bold as to make trouble in the palace to frame the monarch!"

Qi Jing stared blankly at all this, not knowing what they saw in that phantom spirit stone.

Just when he didn't know why, Qi Wangshan's anger extended to him again, and he yelled: "Trash! As a monarch, you don't even have this vigilance, and you need someone else to save you. You have been eating all these years of cultivation. Is it! What's the use of raising you alone!"

Qi Jing coughed twice, trying to defend himself, but unexpectedly his throat was burning with pain, and he couldn't speak a word because of the pain, so he had to remain silent.

But Qi Wangshan wouldn't let him go just because he was obedient, so he took an object and threw it at him fiercely, cursing: "Useless things! I can't even look at my own things! From tomorrow onwards, you'll be left alone!" Self-reflection in the precept room! Without Gu's order, you are not allowed to come out!"

The thing made a crisp sound in front of Qi Jing, and broke into several pieces. It was the white jade coiled dragon hairpin.

You don't need to think about it, this matter is the same as the previous one, it was suppressed by Qi Wangshan after knowing about it.

However, before he could catch his breath, the next moment, the word "preceptor room" came to his ears, Qi Jing's pupils shrank suddenly, and an extremely uncomfortable feeling surged in his heart: This body seems to have an instinctive feeling for this word. Fear and disgust, why?

Qi Wangshan was already old, and after scolding furiously, he asked someone to lift Qi Jing up and throw him out.

It was raining outside at some point.

It was raining heavily, and the gate of Jinhua Palace was slammed shut in front of Qi Jing.

Qi Jing lay on the air in front of the hall, and was drenched quickly, his physical strength was exhausted, his whole body was sore, and he couldn't lift any strength.

"Your Majesty——" Fuyou ran over in a panic, looking at the heavy palace door, a trace of sternness flashed across his face, and when he lowered his head to face Qi Jing, his face was full of distress.

He helped Qi Jing up, propped up the barrier, and said in a deep voice, "Let's go."

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