Every time I wake up, I take the blame for the villain

"Your Majesty, that Ji Fa has led 800 vassal coalition forces to Chaoge City!"

There were several black-clad ministers standing below holding tablets, and someone stepped forward to say this.

Jiang Chen understood his situation almost instantly, and he sighed like King Zhou did on weekdays, "I know. You... go down."

Fei Zhong stepped forward, "Your Majesty... the Xiqi rebels..." He couldn't say the second half of the sentence, because Jiang Chen waved his hand, "...I have my own countermeasures for this matter." His face was calm and indifferent, which frightened the group of ministers who were uneasy.

The ministers looked at each other, and they knew in their hearts that their king's worries were no less than theirs. It was rare that they did not continue to make trouble, and they all said, "I hope your Majesty will take care of the dragon body, and we will leave."

Jiang Chen looked at the group of extremely humble figures who retreated, and his expression was unpredictable.

He followed his memory and returned to the palace. As soon as he sat down in front of the documents, a pair of soft hands rested on his neck. Jiang Chen's muscles collapsed and he subconsciously clenched his hands into a hook to control the other party. He heard the other party call softly, "My king..."

Jiang Chen's eyes changed slightly, and the energy in his hands was slightly released. He forced himself to suppress the instinctive reaction that had been nurtured for a thousand years. A smile appeared on his face, no different from the person before, "My beloved concubine..."

"My king, I have something to tell you...but," she looked at her king, unable to see any joy or sadness on his face, and could only continue, "But I am worried that you will be angry..."

Jiang Chen stretched out his hands to hug her, appearing unusually gentle, "How could it be...My beloved concubine said...I will not blame you..." Su Daji leaned in his arms quietly, not noticing his completely different dark expression from King Zhou.

"Your Majesty... I have heard about the frontline. I came back from the interior and saw the body of the Turtle Spirit Mother..." Her voice was a little sad. The grieving of the rabbit and the fox can be used to describe the current atmosphere, "Your Majesty... Chaoge is hopeless..."

"Oh?" His expression did not change at all, and his voice was still gentle, "My beloved concubine, don't worry. I will always be in front of you..."

Su Daji stood up, "Your Majesty... Do you really not regret it? Even if the Shang Dynasty is gone..."

"I will not regret it... Even if it happens again, I will never regret it." His eyes were full of tenderness, perfectly concealing the indifference and coldness in his heart. "My beloved concubine, what about you? Do you regret it?"

She shook her head, "I don't regret it. I am lucky to be favored by the king. How can I regret it?"

There was a long silence, so long that people thought he was so moved that he couldn't speak.

Then, in a contemptuous and mocking tone, he said, "Oh? Then my beloved, are you willing to die for me?"

Without warning, an ice sword appeared in his hand and pierced the heart of the woman in front of him.

Su Daji widened her beautiful eyes in astonishment, "My king...you..."

The corners of Jiang Chen's mouth were still raised, but there was no smile in his eyes. The last thing left in her life was such a ruthless smile.

He let go of his hand and saw that his hand was accidentally stained with blood. He turned around and took out a piece of silk cloth to wipe it, sat back in front of the table, picked up the memorial and read it chapter by chapter.

It was as if it was not him who had just killed someone.

The woman in front of the palace, who was dressed as gorgeously as before, covered the wound on her chest, and blood flowed from her fingers.

Jiang Chen paused holding the memorial, and heard her almost inaudible answer, "Your Majesty, I am willing."

Then he raised his head and looked at the figure that gradually turned into a fox. After a while, he saw that she turned into a nine-tailed red fox, but his expression did not fluctuate at all. He lowered his head slightly and looked at the memorial again.

Really fell in love with King Zhou?

That was King Zhou's debt. Now he was just a wandering soul who lived to escape a tragic ending.

Living, this is just such a simple wish, but he was always not so lucky.

Others' deaths would be blamed on him.

Just like that life, he was pressed in the dark and cold East China Sea with Xuan Xiao's shell, and was freed for a whole thousand years.

No traces of people.

Accompanied by darkness and killing.

At that time, he had also naively explained that he had no relationship with Xuan Xiao and he was not Xuan Xiao, but the result was a lonely thousand years.

In that thousand years, he was driven crazy by the endless darkness.

What Nine Heavens Mysterious Woman! What Heavenly Dao! What karma, reincarnation, fairness and justice! He no longer believed it.

In this life, he will be in control of the overall situation, and he will never allow anyone to control him again.

If he knew who asked him to wear this way...

Under the dim light, Jiang Chen gradually showed a sneer on his face.

The lights in the hall were blazing, and the body of a red fox was soaking in a pool of blood. A strange silence spread around.

Jiang Chen picked up the pen, found a piece of silk cloth, and began to write slowly.

Originally, this soft brush calligraphy was not a skill he mastered, but there is a saying in the world that time will teach you everything.

In the last thousand years of endless imprisonment, the endless loneliness that made people crazy, Xuan Xiao knew what he could do and what he couldn't do, he should have known.

He thought of the thousand years of fruitless struggle in the dark, his eyes gradually deepened, and the pen in his hand made a crisp sound.

Startled by the click, he came back to his senses, put down the two broken pens, and then raised his hand to change one.

The night was long and the lights were always on.

"Xuan Yin entered the palace in ruins." He put away his pen, folded a stack of silk cloth covered with words, and rushed out of the hall.

"Announce Yin Pobai to see me!"

"Announce Yin Pobai to see me!"

Bursts of summons came out of the palace gate. It was midnight when Yin Pobai received the order. He hurriedly got up, tidied his clothes, and rushed into the palace without stopping.

As soon as he stepped into the palace, he saw a fox corpse lying in a pool of blood, and his heart was immediately shocked.

He had been high on the throne for many years and said quietly, "Now that my dynasty is declining, I wonder if General Yin is still willing to be loyal to me."

Yin Pobai was panicked and expressed his loyalty, "I will never betray you."

He saw the person on the seat suddenly smiled with an ambiguous meaning, "Very good." Then two heavy silks fell in front of him. "Take it back. Hang up the banner of no war for three days."

"After daybreak, call up the literate people in the city and have each of them copy ten copies. Ask the storytellers in the restaurants and teahouses to spread the word. If they tell it well, they will be rewarded with 100 pieces of silk."

Yin Pobai picked up one of the copies in confusion. Before he read the content, he was shocked by the murderous aura between the lines and broke out in a cold sweat. But when he looked closely, the words were quite round and natural, gentle and kind, and the gentleman's character was self-contained. He calmed down and looked at what was written in it. His face turned pale for a moment, but he was a little puzzled, "What is the king's intention in doing this?"

Jiang Chen flicked the chair under his seat and said casually, "When two parties fight, attacking the heart is the best." Since he can't escape such a fate now, Jiang Shang wants to write a document to slander him and kill him, but he doesn't want to die, so let Ji Fa and Jiang Ziya be slandered first.

Yin Pobai realized it, nodded, and was about to retreat. Jiang Chen called him again, "Wait, there is a Ma in Chaoge City, who is said to have a close relationship with Jiang Shang..."

"Tell her that the prime minister of the Xiqi army outside the city gate is her former husband."

He smiled slightly and added, "And he is highly respected, with no shortage of gold and silver treasures."

Yin Pobai thought for a moment and replied, "Yes, Your Majesty."

At the same time, outside the Zhou camp.

Jiang Ziya was restless and had trouble sleeping. But this was not because of the excitement of taking Chaoge and destroying the unjust and tyrannical monarch. He felt a little unspeakable fear in his heart, so he had to open the tent and go out.

The sky was gloomy, with a few faint stars hanging sparsely.

Jiang Ziya looked at the Emperor Star that fell over Chaoge. There was thick fog over there, and he could not see the fortune of the Shang Zhou Dynasty clearly.

There was something heavy in his eyes. No matter what, the Shang Dynasty, Xiqi and Jiang Ziya were at loggerheads. Now the Xiqi army was at the gates of Chaoge. The Shang Dynasty, which had been passed down for more than 600 years, should also collapse... As for the Shang Zhou who had the audacity to tease Nuwa, he was about to pay the price for it.

"Prime Minister... It's late at night, why don't you go back to the tent to rest, but instead look at the moon and sigh?" Ji Fa, with a crown on his head, a jade-like face and a white robe, saw Jiang Ziya also come out of the tent, and his face was not very good, so he came to comfort him.

Jiang Ziya stroked his beard, sighed, and said to Ji Fa worriedly, "I don't know why, but I feel a little uneasy..."

Ji Fa frowned, "To be honest, I feel a little uneasy. Will there be any mistakes in the attack on King Zhou of Shang tomorrow?"

Jiang Ziya pinched his fingers, then shook his head heavily, "I am a young minister with little knowledge and experience. The facts of this divination are confusing. I don't know what will happen tomorrow."