Chapter 052 The Ambitious Regent 14 (End)
Pei Mingjue strode through the complicated paths in the palace with a gloomy face. He didn't even have time to wait for the dragon chariot to be ready. The moment he heard the news, he rushed out of the imperial study, leaving behind several ministers who were discussing things just now. When the chief eunuch chased him out, he couldn't even see the corner of his clothes.
On the way from the Imperial Study to Yeonbok Palace, Pei Mingjue seemed to have passed through many thoughts, but also seemed to have thought of nothing at all. He even looked extremely calm, so that the palace servants who occasionally passed by did not react that this was their emperor.
When he was close to Yanfu Palace, Pei Mingjue suddenly stopped.
He could see palace servants hurrying in and out of the hall, carrying out basin after basin of blood-stained water. He knew that all of this came from the person he was thinking about. At this moment, a surge of panic began to spread in his heart.
Pei Mingjue calmed himself down and walked towards the hall.
Including the advisors Shan and Shangguan Lin who were already waiting in the outer hall, all the palace servants and imperial doctors in the hall knelt on the ground and shouted "Long live the emperor".
"Why are you still bowing at this hour?" Pei Mingjue suppressed his voice. He couldn't be angry or lose his temper. The teacher wouldn't want to see that. "Go and save them!"
"yes!"
Everyone started to get busy again. Pei Mingjue looked at Consultant Shan and his voice suddenly became hoarse.
"Teacher, how is he?"
Consultant Shan's face was paler than ever. He moved his lips but no sound came out. It was obvious how anxious and frightened he was.
The one who answered was Shangguan Lin: "Your Majesty, I was with the Regent at the time. The Regent looked energetic one moment, but the next moment he covered his stomach and fell down..."
"He will be fine." Consultant Shan didn't even bother with etiquette and rudely interrupted Shangguan Lin. He looked at Pei Mingjue, as if seeking his approval, "He has been drinking Nine-Leaf Lotus these days. The toxicity of the Cleansing Dust Powder should have been suppressed, right? He was even in a good mood to write and paint. He was in such a good spirit, how could he suddenly become unwell..."
Pei Mingjue glanced at the table beside him. On it were the writings of Jian Ziyan. No one had remembered to tidy them up, so they were scattered all over the table in a mess.
He picked up a piece of paper, and after seeing what was written on it, his eyes froze for a long time. Then he suddenly lost his balance and reached out to hold on to the table to avoid falling.
"Wenshan, why do you still have to deceive yourself until now?" His voice was so light that it was dissipated in the noisy environment as soon as it came out, and it was almost impossible to hear it clearly. "The energy you have put in these few days is nothing more than a last gasp of energy. How could you not know this?"
Shangguan Lin only knew that Jian Ziyan was in poor health before, but this was the first time he heard that he was actually on his deathbed. He was stunned on the spot, with an expression of disbelief and sadness on his face.
"No!"
Consultant Shan's eyes were red and he let out a low growl.
"He won't die! There are so many imperial doctors and famous medicines keeping him alive, how could he really die? Isn't he worried about Da Jing? How could he bear to leave!"
Pei Mingjue said nothing, his eyes always fixed on Jian Ziyan's pen and ink in his hand. Even though the consultant was as crazy as a trapped beast, he seemed to be the calmest of the three.
Shangguan Lin didn't have a deep enough understanding of the emperor, and advisor Shan was also immersed in his own emotions, so no one noticed his abnormality.
There was silence for who knows how long. Then, the chief physician of the Imperial Hospital, Wang, came hurriedly. His hands and body were covered in black blood. He knelt on the ground as soon as he arrived, attracting everyone's attention.
"Your Majesty, the Regent has woken up... He wants to see you."
Consultant Shan and Shangguan Lin both showed expressions of great joy. Just as they were about to move, Doctor Wang trembled and said, "General, Lord Shangguan, the Regent only ordered that the Emperor be allowed in alone."
If it were any other time, Pei Mingjue would have been so surprised that he wouldn't know what to do. But at this moment, not only did he not show the slightest bit of joy, but his eyes became gloomy and silent.
"I understand."
In the sudden silence, Pei Mingjue took a few steps forward, then turned back and put the paper in his hand into Consultant Shan's hand.
"Wenshan, I have an imperial edict hidden behind the plaque in the imperial study. If anything unexpected happens, you should take it out and act accordingly."
Advisor Shan looked at him in astonishment, not quite understanding why he said that, but that did not stop the growing panic in his heart: "What is the accident that the emperor is referring to?"
Pei Mingjue had a gloomy expression. He did not answer the question, but just looked at Zhishi Shan deeply, then turned and walked towards the bed.
"Pass on my order. Everyone, please leave the hall and wait. No one is allowed to come in without my order. Anyone who disobeys my order will be killed without mercy."
Consultant Shan subconsciously tried to follow his steps, but was stopped in his tracks by this imperial order.
He looked at Pei Mingjue's back and always felt that he sensed a sense of farewell from the young emperor.
"General, let's go out first." Shangguan Lin reminded softly.
Consultant Shan nodded mechanically and subconsciously glanced at the words placed in his hand. After seeing clearly, his pupils suddenly shrank and he uncontrollably crumpled a corner of the paper.
It was written on it:
"Since ancient times, everyone has to die. Let me leave my loyalty to shine in history."
The Regent's character and pursuits throughout his life are all condensed in these few words.
…
Pei Mingjue walked into the tent, lifted the hem of his dragon robe, and knelt gently beside the bed.
"Teacher, Qing Jie is here."
Jian Ziyan was indeed awake, but he didn't even have the strength to sit up. The corners of his eyes and lips had turned dark black, a sign that the poison had completely erupted and could no longer be suppressed.
He did not look at Pei Mingjue, but just stared upwards with a blank gaze, and that clear and gentle light could no longer be found in his eyes.
"You never seem to listen to what I say to you."
Pei Mingjue lowered his eyes to hide the bitterness in them. His tone was extremely respectful, and contained a bit of pleading: "Teacher, you mean that Qingjie is not allowed to call you like this again... It's just that Qingjie can only call you like this to prove the respect and love in Qingjie's heart. Originally, Qingjie had decided not to appear in front of the teacher again. Now that the teacher has pity on Qingjie and is willing to see Qingjie one last time, please allow Qingjie to be presumptuous this time, okay?"
Jian Ziyan closed his eyes, his voice hoarse and weak, like a flickering candlelight in front of the window late at night: "Forget it, as you said, it's the last time we meet, there's no point in worrying about it."
Pei Mingjue lowered his head deeply. The sorrow and heartache that he had suppressed before burst out at these words. He straightened his back and watched his tears fall onto the hem of his dragon robe.
Jian Ziyan said: "I have calmed down and thought a lot these days, and there are some things I still want to tell you."
Pei Mingjue's voice choked with sobs: "Teacher, please speak."
"The time we spent together was too short, too short for me to change you. Maybe it's not your fault, but I was too naive and foolish." Jian Ziyan's tone was weary and calm. "Your father spent more than ten years instilling ideas in you, and I actually tried to change them in just two years. Looking back now, it's really ridiculous."
Pei Mingjue raised his head, his face full of panic and fear, what he feared most was nothing more than Jian Ziyan mentioning his disappointment and regret in him, but he was powerless to say anything, because everything Jian Ziyan said was true, making him despise and hate himself over and over again, and he dared not refute a word.
He could only say in a low and trembling voice: "It's not... the teacher's fault... it's that Qing Jie doesn't know people's hearts, he's stupid and absurd..."
Jian Ziyan finally turned around and fixed his gaze on Pei Mingjue's tearful face. ↑
"If I didn't teach you well, it's the teacher's fault." He said softly, "How can it not be my fault if I didn't teach you well?"
“No…” Pei Mingjue let out a suppressed cry, “It’s Qingjie’s fault. Teacher, please stop blaming yourself…”
Jian Ziyan raised the corners of his lips and smiled faintly, as if he had used up all his strength, and his voice became a little weaker.
"Seeing that you are regretting your mistake now, I... will just assume that you are sincere."
"I am an unfilial student, but every word I say comes from my heart." Pei Mingjue held the edge of the bed with trembling fingers. He didn't know how to reveal his heart and let Jian Ziyan see his regret day and night. "No matter what the teacher wants me to do, I will satisfy the teacher, even if it means paying with my life, I will not hesitate."
Jian Ziyan looked at him quietly for a moment and said, "In that case, please do one last thing for me."
Pei Mingjue was shocked all over, hardly daring to believe what he heard. He crawled forward on his knees, half worried and half happy, wanting to hear what Jian Ziyan would tell him to do.
However, as soon as he approached, something that was essentially cold but had been rubbed until it was warm was put into his hand.
After realizing what it was, he showed great horror on his face. If Jian Ziyan hadn't held his hand tightly, he would have thrown the thing in his hand away!
What Jian Ziyan stuffed into his hand was actually a broken piece of porcelain.
"Teacher..." Pei Mingjue's voice was trembling like a sieve. He looked at Jian Ziyan with a look of panic on his face, desperately praying that it was not what he thought. "You want Qingjie to commit suicide to apologize, right? Qingjie will do it right away, teacher, let go of your hand..."
Jian Ziyan's thin and pale fingers were tightly holding his hand. The porcelain shards cut the palms of both of their hands at the same time. Warm blood flowed down their wrists, but no one cared.
Jian Ziyan looked at Pei Mingjue steadily and said, "Since you have already guessed it, why bother making these meaningless assumptions."
Pei Mingjue's pupils dilated with shock. Not only did he not dare to pull his hand out forcibly, but he took the initiative to hold the porcelain piece tightly, completely eliminating the possibility of Jian Ziyan taking it back.
No, don't...
Jian Ziyan didn't know where he got the strength from, he used his elbows to support his body a little and leaned his neck against the porcelain.
"Kill me."
He said hoarsely but firmly.
"No!!"
Pei Mingjue shook his head desperately, tears pouring down his face. His voice was mixed with crying, and he himself didn't know what he was saying.
"You can't do this, please don't do this, don't be so cruel to me..."
Jian Ziyan was not moved at all. He pulled Pei Mingjue's hand holding the porcelain piece closer to him.
"My internal organs have long been rotten. Do you know how much pain I have to endure just to breathe every day? Now I don't even have the strength to commit suicide. As my student, since you have sincerely admitted your mistakes, why can't you just end my suffering?"
Even when he threatened to have someone kill him, Jian Ziyan remained so calm and composed. It seemed that he had never been confused in his life except when he begged the late emperor not to kill Pei Mingjue.
However, it was not him who was in chaos, but Pei Mingjue.
Pei Mingjue shook his head frantically, his hair was all disheveled, and he burst into tears, his cry was heartbreaking, without any demeanor of a king, just like a child who was about to lose the whole world, extremely sad and helpless.
"Teacher, I beg you, don't do this to Qing Jie. How can you let me kill you with my own hands? How can you let me bear this kind of pain? I beg you..."
"Didn't you say that you would do whatever I asked you to do? Now I just asked you to kill me. Are you going to lie to me again?
I? "
Pei Mingjue's throat was clogged with tears and saliva. His tearful eyes were too blurry to see Jian Ziyan's face. He could only shake his head.
In the dim light, he saw the deep hatred in Jian Ziyan's eyes.
This hatred was like a blow to the head, shattering all his defenses.
He understood.
Jian Ziyan hated him.
He knew very well how much pain this request would plunge him into, but he just wanted him to complete it.
He succeeded. Even though he hadn't made his move yet, he was already suffocating due to the heavy pain and fear in his heart. As long as he refused, Jian Ziyan would look at him with that disappointed look again, which would make him feel more painful than being tortured to death by slicing.
As they were struggling, Jian Ziyan's arms could no longer support his body. His body went limp and he suddenly fell on the side of the bed, spitting out a mouthful of black blood.
"Kill... me..."
There was indeed an element of deliberate provocation in Jian Ziyan's words to Pei Mingjue, but the pain was only a thousand times more severe than what he described. He felt that his internal organs were rapidly decaying and collapsing, which made it impossible for him to control the blood that kept spitting out of his mouth, and he would even choke when speaking.
The dark eyes at the corners of his eyes were fixed on Pei Mingjue, and he curled up on the bed, screaming in pain and collapse.
“Kill me!!”
"ah!!!"
Pei Mingjue covered his ears and let out a terrifying scream.
Jian Ziyan was no longer able to say anything. The rushing blood blocked his breathing, and his pale face gradually turned purple due to pain and suffocation.
When Pei Mingjue stopped roaring and saw everything in front of him clearly with trembling all over, he almost collapsed again. He rolled and crawled to lift up Jian Ziyan's head, wanting him to spit out the dirty blood.
“Teacher, teacher…”
However, the poison entered Jian Ziyan's lungs, and all his internal organs turned into blood. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't spit it out completely.
Pei Mingjue screamed in despair once again; his voice was earth-shaking and extremely miserable, as if he was howling his entire lungs out. Even the people waiting outside the hall looked towards the hall in shock, and Consultant Shan couldn't help wanting to rush in several times.
But they were all held tightly by Shangguan Lin.
Inside the hall, Jian Ziyan couldn't stand the pain any more. He grabbed Pei Mingjue's sleeve tightly with a pleading look in his eyes.
"Qing Jie, I beg you, please kill me..."
Pei Mingjue was about to faint from crying, and when he heard this tone, all his sounds were stuck in his throat.
Teacher, I'm begging him...
In his entire life, Jian Ziyan only asked others for help for three things.
One was to save Qing Jie's life, the second was to save Lu Shishan's life, and the third was to get someone to end his own life.
“Please…”
Staring blankly at Jian Ziyan's extremely painful face, Pei Mingjue suddenly reached out and grabbed the porcelain piece that was thrown aside.
"Teacher..." He cried hard, and tremblingly put the porcelain piece against Jian Ziyan's throat, "The student is unfilial, you go first, and wait for the student to apologize to you."
As he spoke, he swung his hand and a torrent of black blood gushed out from Jian Ziyan's neck.
The pain on Jian Ziyan's face finally disappeared. He raised his head with great effort and said the last words to Pei Mingjue.
"I hope that Your Majesty will never forget... your original intention, and never forget the eyes of that child who hid behind the stone pillars of the Golden Throne Hall. How... clear..."
He glanced at Pei Mingjue, but before Pei Mingjue could see the expression in his eyes clearly, those eyes lost their luster forever.
When Consultant Shan and others finally couldn't bear it anymore and forced open the palace door despite the emperor's order, they only saw a messy bed and a mixture of red and black blood all over the bed and the floor.
As for the emperor and the regent, they disappeared.
Consultant Shan almost fainted. He strode forward, looked around like a trapped beast, made sure that the two of them were not there, turned around and yelled at the others.
"What are you waiting for? Go find someone!"
…
From day to night, the hustle and bustle of the palace never stopped.
Everyone almost turned the entire palace upside down, but they still couldn't find the missing emperor and regent.
At this moment, the two people who were being looked for by everyone were in a place no one expected.
The royal ancestral temple was located in a remote corner of the palace with good feng shui. Except for times of sacrifice, only the emperor himself could enter on weekdays. Therefore, no one dared to come in to look for it, and no one thought that the emperor would bring the regent here as well.
Pei Mingjue held Jian Ziyan's already cold body and sat in front of the tablet of the late Emperor Chengde.
Originally, the tablets of all the ancestors were in the main hall of the Taimiao. However, before his death, Emperor Chengde was in a state of distraction. He compared himself to his ancestors and believed that his achievements were greater than those of the heavens. He specifically ordered people to place his tablet in a separate hall, which was much more convenient for Pei Mingjue.
He had been sitting here for a long time. The night dew invaded the hall and climbed up his blood-soaked clothes. He finally felt the cold and hugged the corpse in his arms more fondly.
"Teacher, are you cold? Don't worry, I will come to you to apologize soon." He said, "I just want to say a few words to my father."
Pei Mingjue looked up at the tablet of Emperor Chengde.
"Father, from childhood to adulthood, although I am the crown prince, I have never felt your care and warmth. Now that I think about it, you have never even hugged me once since I can remember."
"But you are my only relative. I trust and respect you unconditionally. I even covered my eyes and blocked my ears. I was immersed in my imagination of you and deeply loved that perfect father."
Pei Mingjue paused for a moment, a silly and bitter smile on his face.
"It is my fault. It is obviously my fault for not knowing people well. I cannot blame you, father."
When he first learned the truth, how could he not hate such a father? However, after many dreams in the middle of the night, he finally realized that the actions of the late emperor could not be an excuse for the harm he had caused to Jian Ziyan. All the harm was caused by him when he was awake, and he could not blame anyone else.
But for him, this realization was as painful as skinning himself alive. Time and again, he felt the disappointment in Jian Ziyan's eyes, which was a deep-seated disgust for him.
Pei Mingjue felt increasingly cold; his teeth were chattering, his voice was trembling, but his expression revealed an extreme madness.
"Teacher once taught me that we should treat Heaven, Earth, the Emperor, parents and teachers with sincerity, and not speak nonsense or be disrespectful. However, when all these are pressed upon us, we must resist."
He lowered his head and gently kissed Jian Ziyan's cold forehead.
"I have disobeyed the teacher's teachings before. From now on, I will never disobey again."
Pei Mingjue always thought that on that day nine years ago, the teacher was the center of attention and was so glorious that he would not have noticed him hiding behind the stone pillar.
But the teacher not only noticed it, but also took it to heart at that moment, and pushed himself into the abyss.
The more he thought about it, the more painful it became. The more painful it became, the more he wanted to recall it. His eyes were blank, and all of Jian Ziyan's voice, appearance and smile flowed through his mind like flowing water. He smiled.
"Since I have been charged with the crime of killing my master, I will also bear the crime of disrespect."
"Teacher, Qing Jie promises that anyone who has hurt you will not have a good death."
He picked up the torch that had been prepared long ago, lit it, and threw it at the tablet of Emperor Chengde.
In the red flames that rose up in an instant, he had a peaceful smile on his face, holding the porcelain piece that had killed Jian Ziyan before, and pressed it against his neck.
[Pei Mingjue's forgiveness value is full]
…
The fire burning in the Taimiao illuminated half of the sky in Yongyang City.
When the fire was finally put out, everyone who saw what was going on inside could not hide the horror on their faces.
The tablet of the late emperor and the entire hall were burned to ashes, leaving nothing behind. Only the two charred corpses nestled tightly together in the middle told of what had happened here.
One of the charred corpses held the other in his arms, and they remained kneeling until they turned into ashes, as if they were begging for forgiveness for a sin that could never be forgiven until their death.
When Consultant Shan arrived, no one dared to touch the two bodies. He hesitated in front of the door with a dazed look on his face for a long time before he finally gathered up his courage and slowly walked towards the two people he loved most.
Even though they were charred beyond recognition, he still sensed an extremely familiar yet extremely undeniable aura from the two corpses.
Consultant Shan suppressed the sob in his throat, uttered a loud groan, and knelt down on his knees in front of the two corpses.
"The Emperor passed away." He spoke each word with emphasis. "The Regent also passed away in an effort to save the Emperor." This work was created by
…
Consultant Shan took out the imperial edict that Pei Mingjue had prepared long ago from behind the plaque in the imperial study.
It turns out that Pei Mingjue had long been prepared to repay Jian Ziyan with his life. In the imperial edict, he arranged for Prince Duan's second son to inherit the throne. This was not a random choice on his part, but because this son was smart and intelligent, had great ambitions, and more importantly, he did not have the madness of their Pei family.
After several investigations, Pei Mingjue believed that this was the most suitable candidate to inherit the throne.
After the new emperor ascended the throne, he investigated and pursued the old events of the previous dynasty. The loyal ministers framed and killed by Emperor Chengde were finally vindicated. Jian Ziyan, who had long been proved to be a wise minister by the previous emperor Pei Mingjue, left a strong mark in history books because of his sacrifice in saving the emperor. People in later generations all know how he, a loyal minister of these two dynasties, was loyal to Dajing and devoted himself to the country, so that he left his name in history.
Shan, an advisor who had served in three dynasties and had already held a very high position, declined the new emperor's favor to confer him the title of king of a different surname, and asked to return to the battlefield. He spent his whole life expanding the territory for Dajing, never married, and eventually died on the battlefield. He was posthumously named the first-class brave duke.
Ten years later, the former Minister of Revenue came to thank him for his great grace, and when he raised his head, he had become the youngest Right Prime Minister of Dajing.
The handsome right prime minister walked out of the palace, raised his head to look at the moon, which was faintly visible even in the daytime, with a look of nostalgia.
"My Lord Regent, I have fulfilled your mission and done what you asked."
"Today, the Dajing River is safe and the country is peaceful and the people are safe. You can rest assured."
…
In the distant main world, the eyelids of a sleeping vegetative patient suddenly trembled violently, as if they were about to open in the next second, shocking all the medical staff.
"What's going on?" The attending doctor looked at the violently fluctuating lines on the machine with an incredible look on his face. "Boss Qin has been close to brain death for more than half a year. How could he have such severe mood swings?"
"That's right, even when Mr. Qin's family came to see him, he didn't react at all..."
"There's no time to think about that. Hurry up and put Mr. Qin on a ventilator! He's suffering from lack of oxygen!"
…
Jian Ziyan was unaware of the chaos and war in the main world. After leaving the story world, he habitually looked at the points converted from his forgiveness value.
Including the points from the previous worlds and those he had spent, his current total points was 45,000,000. He calculated silently and found that this ancient world only gave him less than three million points. He suddenly felt dissatisfied.
But when he thought about it, there were few people in ancient times, and it was a temporary story world, so it was already very good to be able to add these millions of people. He reluctantly accepted this result.
419 was still monitoring the world that had left. He watched Pei Mingjue's fate of being destroyed together with his enemy, and asked Jian Ziyan for the first time, "Host, do you want to see what happened to the previous small world after you left?"
Jian Ziyan waved his hand casually: "Not necessary."
419 asked: "Are you not curious at all?"
"I've finished the game, and it's over for me. I'll look for the next game, but I won't play the same game twice." Jian Ziyan said, "I'm just a paper man, why should I care so much?"
419 had told him before that before he entered these small worlds, these were all incomplete and melodramatic stories that didn't even come alive, so why bother investing so much emotion in them and caring so much.
His only goal was to accumulate enough forgiveness points and then be resurrected. As for other things, he didn't have the energy to care.
419 was silent for a moment and did not give Jian Ziyan any more advice.
In order to avoid the situation as in the previous world, Jian Ziyan abused his body and stopped working so that he could return to the consciousness space to rest. This time, 419 tacitly allowed him to rest for two days, and then each person and each system immersed themselves in a new story again.
…
This is also a story set in an imaginary modern world and the bloody entertainment industry.
The protagonist Yin Yao is from a poor family.
A very poor piano genius, because of his cold and noble appearance, like a high-class flower, was spotted by the agency run by the protagonist Song Ji, who wanted to sign a contract with him to make his debut.
In order to earn money for further studies and to participate in international piano competitions, Yin Yao accepted the olive branch thrown by Song Ji, stepped into the entertainment industry, became famous overnight, and quickly became a hot new star.
The original body that Jian Ziyan was going to travel through was the son of Yin Yao's piano teacher.
Jian Yuze is a world-renowned piano master who has won numerous piano awards throughout his life. However, his biggest failure is his good-for-nothing son, who is rumored to be a useless piece of shit with no talent for piano.
Therefore, Jian Yuze hated the original body very much, thinking that he was the one who made him lose face. He was even unwilling to mention him in front of outsiders and his attitude was very cold.
However, at the same time, because he had made no progress for many years, his career and reputation were gradually declining. At this time, he met Yin Yao, and was impressed by his piano talent at first sight. He took him in as his disciple, hoping to use Yin Yao to rebuild his reputation and continue to make money.
However, when Yin Yao really began to show his talent, Jian Yuze became jealous of Yin Yao's growth and passed this emotion to his original body. After gaining enough benefits, he wanted to use his original body to destroy Yin Yao.
The original body was not smart enough, and because he always felt that Yin Yao had taken his father away, he hated Yin Yao very much and became a dedicated and annoying troublemaker. He would go to every show that Yin Yao was going to and try every means to embarrass Yin Yao.
In contrast to him, Yin Yao is really hardworking. Although he entered the entertainment industry, he has always remained untainted by it and has never given up practicing the piano diligently. In the end, he won all the hurdles and not only won the championship of the Granston International Piano Competition, which is known as the "Piano Hall", but also won the title of Best Actor in the country.
During this period, Song Ji was impressed by Yin Yao's spirit and magnanimity, and was willing to provide resource support. Because of the original body's endless entanglement, he wanted to teach the original body a lesson several times, but was stopped by Yin Yao because the original body was his teacher's only son. He would only mock him back in a more sophisticated way.
Finally, due to Jian Yuze's urging and out of her own jealousy, when Yin Yao walked onto the stage of the Best Actor award ceremony, the original body pretended to go on stage to present flowers, but took out a knife and wanted to stab Yin Yao's heart.
The ending of the story is that Yin Yao counterattacked the original body. As it happened in public, the original body could not argue and was directly thrown into prison. In order to distance himself from the original body, Jian Yuze directly declared that he had severed the father-son relationship with the original body. The original body was sentenced to life imprisonment for attempted murder and died of depression in prison.
419 thought that according to Jian Ziyan's character, he would inevitably complain about this kind of story. Unexpectedly, after reading the story, Jian Ziyan immediately took out the mirror and looked at his appearance with great interest.
419:?
Jian Ziyan exclaimed: "Wow, Xiaojiu, do you see how good-looking I am!"
419:……
"I knew that if she was called a 'useless vase', her face must be good." Jian Ziyan held her face and looked around happily: "Although I know that I can't be ugly no matter how I change my facial features, but this is really - too beautiful! Even more beautiful than Marshal Jian!"
The clear mirror reflects a face with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, clean and exquisite to the extreme. There seems to be a light mist lingering between the brows, as if there is a pre-existing barrier between the face and the world. The figure is slender, the fingers are long and shiny, and the whole person is like an elf, with a hazy and clear air that does not belong to this world.
Marshal Jian is still a marshal who leads troops. Even though he has a beautiful face, his eyes are sharp and he carries a heroic air. However, this poor little thing has a weak temperament. At first glance, there is even a kind of beauty that blurs gender. Even without the broken filter, it is enough to arouse people's pity.
Jian Ziyan looked lovingly at the ten fingers that were as beautiful as her, and said with regret, "What a pity to have such beautiful hands."
“Start rewriting.”
The world buffer ended, and Jian Ziyan felt that the surroundings suddenly darkened. A pale spotlight shone down on his head from above, and the sound of cameras taking pictures could be heard all around.
Jian Ziyan lowered his eyes calmly and saw the front of his suit with a small bow tie and the huge bouquet of lilies in his arms. At the same time, he could feel the cold metal on his hands holding the flowers.
He instantly knew which scene he had come to.
"Let's take a look - Oh! It's Jian Ziyan! Young Master Jian is here to congratulate his father's beloved disciple. Let's welcome him with applause!"
Amidst the surprised discussions and applause, Jian Ziyan raised his head and looked towards the podium that was so close.
The young man standing with the host had eyes and brows as cold as a handful of the clearest snow on the Tianshan Mountains. He was obviously an ordinary man from a poor family, but he exuded an aura of dignity that kept people at a distance.
Yin Yao fixed his cold eyes on Jian Ziyan's face, watching him approach step by step, without any expression on his handsome face.
He looked down on Jian Ziyan, and also looked down on his despicable and mean methods. No matter what trouble Jian Ziyan wanted to make, he would wait quietly, because he didn't take Jian Ziyan seriously at all.
But he soon discovered that Jian Ziyan seemed a little different today.
There was a thicker mist than usual between his brows and eyes, making it seem as if there was a layer of glass between him and his surroundings, and it was impossible to see the look in his eyes clearly.
Even at this point, Yin Yao had to admit that when Jian Ziyan was not crazy, she was so beautiful that she had the power to make anyone soften their heart.
Her extremely beautiful eyes looked at Yin Yao, but seemed not to be looking at anyone else. Her clear voice was transmitted to the entire audience through the microphone.
"Brother Yin Yao, congratulations."
Yin Yao's cold and sharp gaze swept across his face and he nodded coldly. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he had to reach out to take the flowers in his arms.
At this moment, Jian Ziyan's pupils moved and his eyes suddenly became clear. He looked at Yin Yao deeply and opened his mouth, as if saying some silent code.
Yin Yao didn't take it seriously. Just when he relaxed his guard slightly, he saw Jian Ziyan suddenly pulled out a fruit knife from under the bouquet!
A cold light flashed before his eyes, and Yin Yao narrowed his eyes. Amid the host's earth-shaking screams, he was about to subdue Jian Ziyan.
However, Jian Ziyan did not rush the tip of the knife towards Yin Yao, but -
Straight into his own chest.
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