Chapter 58: The protagonist must die

Nie Jia handed over some cold hand stove to the servants who stood beside him to add charcoal. Jun Changyue sat on his knees with tears on his face and looked up at his brother as if he did not know him.
He is exactly the same as what he had in mind. He is sick and gloomy. He will grow up to be one year old next year, but he looks only 15 or 6 years old because of his physical weakness. Especially in winter, he is so weak that he almost doubts whether he will die in the wind and snow.
But looking now, there seems to be something different.
"Brother Wang ... Do you have to be so unsympathetic to your servants?" Jun Changyue murmured in disappointment.
The next man added charcoal back, Nie Jia reached out and hugged the warm hand stove, his eyes mean coldly looking at Jun Changyue, "So what do you want me to do?"
Jun Changyue wiped her tears and bowed down to her knees, and a trembling cry came from below: "The younger brother begged the prince to bury Sikonghan. Ca n’t you say that Sikong Han has made countless battles for you to let him settle down?

At the thought of seeing the corpse hanging on the city wall in the morning, Jun Changyue was so distressed that he almost died on the spot. He never imagined that the monarch would be so ruthless, even if he was asked to live in peace after death, just like the dead meat on the cutting board ...
That's the of war in Yan!
Jun Changyue's forehead rested on the back of his hand, clenching his teeth, and his whole body was trembling.
"If I don't agree, I'm desperate?" Nie Jia asked faintly, and Jun Changyue's heart was awkward. He heard the majestic voice of the monarch: "Look up!"
Jun Changyue slowly straightened his spine and looked up at Nie Jia with resentment. "Brother Wang knows that the enemy country heard that you cut him up and clapped the country. If Xi Liang invades again, who are you going to fight on the front line? Si Konghan After defending the northwest for many years, Xiliang failed to make a step of Yan Guo ’s several incursions. Yan Guoguo relied on him for his tranquility today. It was his rebellion ... It was just a petition for the people. Now he has paid the price. Is n’t it enough for him to rest in peace after his death?
At this point, the emperor Chang Yue paused, bowing his head and gritting his teeth unwillingly:
Besides, Brother Wang hung him on the city wall to show the public, is n’t it to deter the courtiers? Even if the rebellion came to an end, I would like to know Brother Wang. Why did Si Konghan rebel ... "
Speaking of this, Jun Changyue also seemed to realize that the remarks were too irresponsible, so he stopped slowly. The monarch on the steps did not respond. He couldn't help but looked up, only to see the monarch's teasing gaze, let His heart beat.
"Si Konghan is a general, and defending Yan Guo is his duty. Why did he come to you, he turned into a benefactor of the entire Yan Guo? Boasting him a of war, he would float himself as the master, and he would be uncomfortable and serve his duty. Wang, instead, took the idea of ​​the throne for Yumin. "Nie Jia sneered disdainfully, bent down and pinched Jun Changyue's jaw, mockingly said:" You are a quiet king, crying and pleading for his Sikonghan lost his manners, Before he died, he broke his head for him, and after he died, he knocked his head against the king. And he Sikonghan? If he really loves you, how can he rebel? Whether Chengdu or not, Chengdu does not have a foothold for you. , He puts you in such an unjust situation, but is using your idiot. "
Nie Jia let go and threw the stunned Jun Changyue on the ground.
The ruler Yue has not yet recovered, and his eyes fell to the ground dullly, and then quickly recovered, his eyes full of stubbornness.
Nie Jia sneered in his heart, he didn't expect to wake up Jun Changyue in a sentence or two. Si Konghan has been reborn in the Northwest Military Barracks now, so a few sentences will be over. When he and Sikong Han meet again in the future, this seed should germinate. Nie Jia was tired and gave a light gesture to drive back to the palace.
Only Jun Changyue remained kneeling on the ground, gritting her teeth, and then the old folded back again, and said to Jun Changyue earnestly, "Your Highness, you must never forget that the king is your only relative."
Then he left.
Jun Changyue gritted her teeth with red eyes, and said fiercely: "He is not!"
On the way back to the palace, the old persuaded: "His Royal Highness has spoiled you since he was a child. Now that he hasn't relieved his strength, you don't want to go to the heart."
Nie Jia supported his forehead and closed his eyes, and had no words, as if he had not heard.
Suddenly, the little who carried the step in front slipped, and the whole person fell down. Fortunately, the accompanying guard's eyes quickly lifted the step, otherwise Nie Jia would be thrown out at night.
"Big King, Rao Fate!" The fell not so lightly, his knees were bleeding and he couldn't take care of it. He was so frightened that he all flew and hurriedly knelt and kowtowed.
Nie Jia was shaken for a moment before opening her eyes.
Yesterday the snow was full of heavy snow everywhere. There were few masters in the depression of the royal palace, and Jun Changsheng was a person who didn't like to move around. So the people in the severe winter palace were afraid of the cold. Only the red sun palace and the red cloud palace swept the snow. The walked on the snow all the way and accidentally fell.
The guards present at the palace secretly pity the little eunuch. This life may not be guaranteed.
I never thought that Xiao Guojun was not angry, but closed his eyes tiredly again and gently waved his hand, "Go rest."
The little was stunned, and it was not until the monarch's steps were far away that he knelt in tears and knocked his head far away.
Back in the empty and lonely dormitory, Nie Jia began to be half-dead and unable to work anymore. The piles of playbooks were also unintentionally taken care of. His mind was full of uneasy guesses about whether Shi Chen came to this world. He shut himself in the dormitory for one afternoon, and handed a strange design drawing to the old at night, and ordered a bunch of steel parts to tinker with it for half a night.
The world is too chaotic. Yan Guo, a small projectile country, may someday say he will die. Nie Jia has been worried about Shi Chen, always thinking of doing something to defend himself before he has found his spare time. After all, the world level is here. Nie Jiakong has a blueprint of various weapons in his head, but he has no conditions to create it in this world. He can only play with cold weapons.
Moreover, when Si Konghan died, both the courtiers and the people were afraid of the cruelty of the monarch, but Nie Jia undoubtedly angered the courtiers, especially the old subordinates of Sikonghan, by hanging the body of Sikonghan on the city wall. Cha Chaotang handed in the playbook and urged the king to bury Si Konghan.
Chao Tang was so heavy-mouthed that he was hitting the prince's face.
Nie Jia was already in a moody mood, and was stunned in the Chaotang, and the whole person was irritated.
He threw all the scripts requested for Si Konghan in front of the courtier, and said angrily: "Dare anyone else plead for Sikong's thief, let him go with him!"
Then he brushed his sleeves and retreated. After Si Konghan died, the courtiers dare to beg the monarch to bury the of war with such unanimity. In addition to the lobbying by the monarch Changyue in the back, the more important thing is that the script handed up on the first day did not anger the little monarch, seeing the king is not angry , More people made requests, only thinking that the little monarch was to find a step for himself. Unexpectedly, he was angry today.
For a time the courtiers were stunned, after all, the princely courtier of the little monarch was the best known.
But under such circumstances, there is also a petition for Si Konghan in the next day's playbook.
Nie Jia took out the playbook and looked down from the throne without expression. He flicked the playbook with and threw it to a general. He said indifferently, "This King said yesterday, pleading for Sikong. The author talks about the handling of his party, what else do you have to say? "
The military general was an old friend of Sikong Han, and also a vanguard general with a shoulder of glory. After Sikonghan was reborn, he helped each other in secret and helped him dispatch troops to kill the black armor one by one. He stepped forward humbly, struggling fiercely, looking directly into the eyes of the little prince: "Look back to the king, although General Sikong has committed a crime of death, but ultimately it is the reliance on the hearts of the people. General Sikong is dead. Weichen and others begged the king to let him enter. The burial is for the face of the king and for the peace of mind of the people. "
Very nicely speaking, Nie Jia sneered slowly, with a layer of icy murders floating in his eyes, "For the people to be at ease, we must bury the rebel traitor who intends to rebel. In the future, will we also want to be at ease for the people, this king You want to give your throne to someone else? "
The military general frowned, and was so choked that he couldn't speak. If it was in the barracks, he had already started to teach people!
"Can someone agree?" Nie Jia asked lazily, glancing down, and the courtiers all bowed their heads and dared not to speak.
Nie Jia gestured with two fingers, and immediately a black shadow flew over the black beam of the Jiulong Hall. In the blink of an eye, the courtiers only heard the sound of a steel knife coming out of the sheath, followed by the sound of the sheath. The general's head grumbled down, the blood spring spewed, and fell to the ground, and no one could see exactly what the shadow was Whoever he hid back to Xuanliang again.
Several elderly civil servants did not mention it in a panic, and they stunned with wide eyes.
"Hang next to Si Kong Ni Thieves." Nie Jia's eyes waved as the guards carried General Vanguard's body out.
At this time, no one dared to commit rebellion, the courtier kneeled down, and the blood of the pioneer general was also sprayed on the ground, and the big helper after Si Konghan's rebirth died like this. Nie Jia smiled playfully, "Retreat."
The body of General Vanguard soon hung beside Si Konghan, and two bodies were hung on the city wall, making Zhuolu City people panic-stricken.
Jun Changyue heard that Brother Wang had killed General Vanguard in the morning, and he cried for half an afternoon.
This is not the first time that a tyrant has killed people casually, but this is the first time that he has killed two heroes in a row. His brutal behavior can be said to have chilled the entire Yan Kingdom. The death of Si Konghan and General Vanguard can't help but let the courtiers and the people feel that Yan Guo is hopeless, the general trend is gone, and Yan Guo is destined to die.
It would be nice if there was no such tyrant, and if the King of the Peace King who hung from the world and cared for the people could be taken to the throne, then the Yan Kingdom would be able to stand out.
The people thought so, why the courtiers were not. Especially the leader of Si Konghan, who was completely irritated after the vanguard general was killed. They found out that the dark guards who were scattered around the tyrant secretly on weekdays somehow had only one left. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to assassinate the tyrant!
It was night. Nie Jia heard the messy footsteps on the eaves just after he fell asleep. He frowned and opened his eyes, slowly saying, "Finally came."
The of war's partisans must not be the middle class, and without killing the guards of the palace, they killed the Chiyun Palace. Only one black armor was outside the hall. At this time, besides the sound of footsteps, they could still hear the buzzing of sword collision. Fight with Xuanjia.
Nie Jia never worried about the safety of Xuan Jia, the kind of master, it was his turn to worry.
I was thinking, with a clatter, a dark shadow broke through the window and took the soldier's blade to the head of the monarch on the bed.
Nie Jia's eyes were chilled, and Jin was lifted up by the assassin who sat up and seemed to fight with fists. The assassin's secret praise is about to succeed, but he feels cold, and he instantly falls to the ground and dies.
Xuan Jia was dripping with blood all over, rushing into the hall in a hurry, but found that the assassin was dead, and the corpse lying on the ground had a small blood spot on his brow, and the little monarch raised his head and wrapped a ring of cold steel on his wrist The machine includes four small arrows.
"Weichen's is not enough, and he should be guilty of death!" Xuanjia hurriedly knelt down on one knee and pleaded guilty.