After Transmigrating into a Tyrant [Transmigration Book]

As soon as he turned around, he heard Nangong Ziyi shout in surprise: "General Shen Shuo!"

At the same time, there was the muffled sound of a sharp knife entering his body, Qi Jing turned his head, Shen Shuo held Qixing in his hand, the point of the sword penetrated his left chest, dripping blood dripping down.

Qi Jing hesitated for a moment, looked at Shen Shuo, and at Yan Zhilan not far away with his back to them.

Shen Shuo's eyes fell on Yan Zhilan, he took a breath, and said in a low voice: "He's right, but I don't deserve it." He looked up at Qi Jing, and said with effort, "The original Shen Shuo died a long time ago, What is lingering on its last breath is nothing more than a shell. Your Majesty..."

Speaking of this, he already breathed in more air than released it, and there was a trace of pleading in his eyes, "What Shen Shuo did has nothing to do with Yan..."

His person is about to die, and his words are also good.Unexpectedly, at the last moment, he finally came to his senses, and what he was thinking of was no longer the fellow clan who gave up everything for it, but Yan Zhilan, whom he had only met twice but who was connected by blood.

Qi Jing sighed, unable to bear it: "This matter has nothing to do with Yan Zhilan. The resurrection from death is too shocking, only Qi Yao is enough."

Shen Shuo understood what he meant, and his eyes still fell on Yan Zhilan greedily. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he gasped and reminded: "Be careful of the capital...Zheng..."

Before he could finish speaking, his hand dropped powerlessly.

Qi Jing didn't have time to think about the deep meaning in his words, and saw Yan Zhilan's shoulders tremble almost invisibly, and then Yu Jian disappeared in front of him.

Wu Qing took a step forward, bowed his hands to Qi Jing, and asked for instructions: "Your Majesty, how should we deal with this person?"

Qi Jing turned his head and looked at Li Chaoming, who had his hands tied behind his back and a gloomy face, suddenly felt dull, and said: "Ask the whereabouts of Tongdang and Li Siming, and you can figure out the rest."

After finishing speaking, he pinched the center of his brows wearily, regrouped, cheered up his spirits, and chased in the direction Yan Zhilan left.

Now the matter in northern Xinjiang is coming to an end, but after leaving the capital for a long time, Qi Wangshan passed away suddenly, Qi Jing was very anxious, and he didn't know what the chaos in the capital was like.

When he found Yan Zhilan, Yan Zhilan was standing in a field of ice and snow, with his white clothes stained with blood, standing alone in the world.

Qi Jing slowed down, and before he reached his side, Yan Zhilan stopped him in a low voice: "Stop."

Qi Jing paused, and heard him explain in a concise manner: "The puppet formation on my body has not been completely lifted, you should stay away from me for now."

Qi Jing was stunned, his first reaction was, did Qi Yao fake his death again?After thinking about it, he thought it was impossible, Qi Yao was pierced through his heart by his sword, and he watched the other person's face turned ashen and swallowed his last breath. He was so dead that there was no possibility of him surviving.And those puppet monks got rid of the control after Qi Yao's death, which means that the puppet formation was indeed set up by Qi Yao, so why didn't Yan Zhilan get rid of it?

Yan Zhilan seemed to know what he was thinking, he pondered: "Maybe we are all wrong, Qi Yao is not the only one who set up the puppet array."

This makes sense.

Qi Jing scratched his head: "Who could it be?"

Yan Zhilan turned around, and the two of them stared at each other a few steps away for a moment, Qi Jing suddenly thought of the words Shen Shuo said before his death: "Be careful of the capital? What do you mean?"

The two looked at each other, and they both saw the same message from each other's eyes, and said in unison: "Kyoto."

Following his thoughts, Qi Jing crushed the information he knew one by one and then broke it apart, and slowly presented it in front of him: "Yes. Qi Yao is in the northern border and knows everything about the capital. There must be his internal response in the capital. Think about it. That’s right, we were only looking for clues to trace this place before, how could we forget that the northern border is far away from the capital? How easy is it to set up a puppet formation here and then control the people in the capital? We were careless and ignored the capital.”

Yan Zhilan was more complicated than he thought, and his face darkened: "The old gentleman has fallen, and the king is in the northern border, and the capital may change drastically."

Qi Jing suddenly opened his eyes wide: "What do you mean?"

Yan Zhilan looked at him: "The mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole is behind, your lord must rush back to the capital as soon as possible to sit in charge."

When Qi Jing heard this, he immediately fidgeted: "I'm going to prepare now, let's go back together."

Unexpectedly, Yan Zhilan gave him a steady look: "Now the people who set up the puppet formation in Kyoto are behind the scenes. If I go with you, I will definitely attract the attention of others, which is not good for you. Why don't you lead Bi Fang Twelve first?" When Wei returns to the capital, wait for me to deal with the matter in northern Xinjiang, and follow me secretly."

Qi Jing knew that what happened to Shen Shuo must have hit him too hard, and he didn't know how to comfort him, so he choked out a sentence for a long time: "Then you have to be careful."

Although he still has a lot to say to Yan Zhilan, he also knows that this is not the best time to gossip about family affairs, and there will be no delay in the capital, so he can only hold his temper and hurry with Yan Zhilan After saying goodbye to almost, he turned to look for Nangong Ziyi.

As soon as he turned around, Yan Zhilan's voice came from behind again.

"Your Majesty."

Qi Jing turned around, Yan Zhilan threw something over from a distance.Unbiased, it just fell into his arms.

Qi Jing took a closer look and saw that it was a somewhat worn-out sachet. On the front of the sachet was embroidered a lotus leaf and a lotus flower, and there was a small dark blood stain in the lower right corner.

Qi Jing is very familiar with this sachet. He and Yan Zhilan shared the same bed in the palace for several days. The sapphire left behind is even more cherished.Therefore, Qi Jing was deeply impressed by it.

Qi Jing looked at Yan Zhilan blankly: "This is?"

Yan Zhilan looked at him deeply: "It's the amulet my mother asked for me before she was alive. It's extremely dangerous to go to Kyoto, so you must cherish it."

Qi Jing's heart trembled, and he suddenly felt that the thing in his hand was as hot as a branding iron. He knew how deep Yan Zhilan's affection for his mother was, and how precious the relics of his biological mother were.How can he accept it?Opening his mouth, he uttered a word with difficulty: "You..."

Yan Zhilan stared at him with deep eyebrows: "Yan Fanzhi has been favored by the emperor, and there is no way to repay him, the only way to repay the emperor with this life..."

Qi Jing didn't listen to the rest of the words, the words "promise with your body" kept echoing in his mind, secretly thinking that it was bad, a usually cold and reserved person suddenly talked about love, like a hard and cold iron suddenly It turned into a soft cotton ball, how can this be unbearable?

He squeezed the sachet in his hand awkwardly, and replied dumbly: "Understood." Then he turned and left hastily.

Yan Zhilan looked at his receding figure, the faint smile in his eyes was fleeting.

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When Qi Jing returned to the Li Mansion, Wu Qing had already taken away the interrogators who were supposed to be taken away for interrogation, and those who were due to go to prison were sent to prison, and the Li Mansion was instantly emptied.

He found Li Na, the former guard of Yanyang City. Li Na was old and frail, sitting in a square chair, trembling, and stood up to salute.

Qi Jing frowned slightly, and someone stepped forward to support him immediately.

Old Li Na burst into tears, and tremblingly said: "The old minister spoiled his young son, and made such a disaster, he deserves death, and please punish him."

Qi Jing said in a deep voice: "You really deserve to die. Someone—"

He looked at Li Na who was sluggish on the ground, and ordered in a cold voice: "The guard Li Na has trapped the entire Yanyang City in the fire and water because of his own selfishness. From now on, he will be imprisoned and asked to be executed in the autumn. His descendants will not be allowed to die again for life." One step into the land of the Great Moon."

Nangong Ziyi stood aside, and when Li Na was dragged down and the rest of the idlers had dispersed, she smiled and said to Qi Jing, "Ah Jing is becoming more and more majestic as a monarch."

Qi Jing smiled wryly: "Stop teasing me. There is one more thing I need you to do for me."

Nangong Ziyi saw that his expression was abnormal, so she put away her laughing expression, and said seriously: "You say so."

Qi Jing told him about the previous analysis with Yan Zhilan. After hearing this, Nangong Ziyi smiled and said, "What's so difficult about it? Besides, I'm more familiar with the area of ​​the capital than my own back garden. No To tell you the truth, I have placed more spies in Kyoto than you have officials. Don't worry, Ah Jing, I will order someone to find out the news. "

After he finished speaking, he looked at Qi Jing with a smile that was not a smile, and then he realized what he said, and said guiltily: "That—I'm not—"

"More familiar than your own back garden?" Qi Jing smiled, rolled up his sleeves, and slowly approached him, "There are more spies than officials?"

Nangong Ziyi stepped back again and again: "No, no, listen to my explanation, I didn't—ah! If you have something to say, don't do it!"

Qi Jing gritted his teeth and swung his arms: "I will let you back garden! Let you have more spies! You are an idler, you know more than me, my lord, and better informed than me! Otherwise, my lord, you will do it ,what do you think?"

"No, no, Ah Jing!" Nangong Ziyi screamed, running around, "Listen to me! I don't mean to show off! I just want to help you!"

"Stop! You don't hit people in the face! If you don't stop, I won't be polite!"

"Oh? How rude?" Qi Jing gritted his back molars and sneered, "Let's hear it, I want to know how you are doing?"

Nangong Ziyi said angrily: "Don't think that you can do whatever you want if I let you! If you don't stop fighting, I will fight back!"

Qi Jing hooked his fingers at him disdainfully.

Nangong Ziyi didn't know, so she took two steps forward: "What are you doing?"

Qi Jing grabbed his arm and twisted behind him. Nangong Ziyi shouted: "It's broken! My hand is broken! Hiss——pain, pain—ah——"

After venting indiscriminately, Nangong Ziyi had a bruise on the left side of her face, and a bruise on Qi Jing's neck. Both of them were in the same state of distress, sitting on the ground with a bad image, gasping for breath.

Nangong Ziyi panted, "Are you comfortable?"

Qi Jing squinted at him while calming down, "Aren't you still the same?"

Nangong Ziyi laughed loudly, and lay down on the ground: "Everyone and each other. It's been a long time since I fought with someone so heartily and without spiritual power. Don't tell me, after the fight, I felt comfortable and my mood improved."

Qi Jing patted the dust on his clothes and stood up, kicked him in disgust, and looked in the direction of Kyoto: "Now that it's done, follow me. There is still a tough battle waiting for us in Kyoto."

Nangong Ziyi stood up like a carp, and jumped up from the ground: "I obey, my lord."

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