Wang Jian's lungs are about to explode. A group of scholars stirred up the situation, and even killed Jiang Cang halfway, but he was not afraid of his Wang family, nor was he afraid of Wang Jian, so he was stunned to stop him.

It's like a madman. Like the group of white-clothed scholars, they all look like a madman.

"Jiang Cang! Do you know who the old man is? Do you know what will happen to you against my Wang family? Are you sure you want to stop the old man today? Do you want to stand up for a sinner girl you never met?" Wang Jian was stunned, and his eyes flashed cold.

"You don't need to ask. The sword in Cang's hand is the answer. Jiang Cang smiled, the strength in his hand increased, and the sword suddenly rose up, and he picked away Wang Jian's sword.

With a clang, Wang Jian's sword arced in mid-air, piercing three inches into the ground of the torture platform.

"Jin Wuwei listens to the order! I, Jiang Cang, fight for my life, fight for the official position, today only by virtue of the identity of a scholar, Bao Xin girl will not die! Protect the morality in my heart without extinguishing! There is no regret when the sword comes out! If there is someone who does not want to, leave by himself, if there is someone side by side, I Jiang Cang thank you!"

Jiang Cang slashed his sword into the sky, his face was full of excitement, and he shouted loudly, he tore off the scale armor official robe, revealing the inside-

It was dressed in white.

Under the military attache's uniform, there was the scholar's white robe, which was exactly the same as the three hundred people in the field.

He had already made up his mind, changed into white clothes, came prepared, and sprinkled the last hot blood in this world without regrets.

Jin Wuwei's eyes suddenly turned red.

Clang, dozens of sword tips aimed at the Wang family, none of them retreated, nor did they hesitate, silently and resolutely defected, and the defection of this powerful and troubled world ignited the hearts of the innocent people.

Three hundred white clothes, invisible halberds, Jinwu guards, tangible swords.

Scholars who have not entered the official career have the original intention of not getting into the dust, and military attachés who have stepped into the officialdom have the same faith in their original intention.

Wen Shou, armed attack, one side of the starting point, one side returns.

Everything fits perfectly in an instant, silent tacit understanding, like the most powerful army, to the royal family, to the dirty hearts, to the obscure world-

Out of the sword!

"Fight!" the scholars and Jin Wuwei shouted at the same time, the sound shook the clouds, the earth trembled, and the horn sounded, without regret or fear.

Wang Jian's legs and feet were weak, he took a few steps back, and fell to the ground with a plop.

The last blurry picture in his mind was the autumn of thirty years ago, at the age of black temples, he had just walked out of the imperial examination field, looked up at the sky, and smiled on the ground.

At that time, he seemed to be dressed in white.

Only later, where did the white clothes go?

Can't remember.

……

Wang Jian's mind buzzed, and his eyes suddenly became in a trance.

In an instant, his world went dark.

……

Days and the autumn of the twelfth year. The autumn season has just ended, and the title of the gold list is another year.

The excitement of the noon gate in the public end ended in a farce.

Three hundred scholars who gathered in Chang'an at some point appeared at the execution ground to ensure that Xin Yi would not die, and then Jiang Cang led Jin Wuwei to defect and obstruct the execution of the Wang family.

Xu is Wang family's face was beaten too hard, and Wang Jian, who was used to being high, suddenly became overburned and fainted on the spot.

Everyone and the Wang family hurriedly saved Wang Jian, Xin Yi on the torture platform was left unattended, and he should have changed to a prison officer to continue the execution, but seeing that Xin Yi was Wang Jian's head, who dared to take Wang Jian's job, and acted on his behalf.

As a result, no one in the court wanted to be a supervisor.

Wang Jian was unconscious again, and the Wang family was busy with their own affairs, so they couldn't tell whether they were alive or dead.

Xin Yi, who was originally doomed, became a hot potato, and the courtiers pushed it around, but in the end, it was over, and the emperor simply pushed the boat down the river, a holy decree, pardoning Xin Yi's capital crime, and the Wang family was worried that Wang Jian was seriously ill, so he pretended to be blind.

The human fate situation that was originally making a huge fuss was turned over lightly.

Xin Yi returned to his home and caught up to eat the crabs of the season. The Wang family's medicine was angry, and no one mentioned the matter of beheading, Chang'an ushered in a short period of peace, and the autumn sun was just right.

However, when Xin Yi faced Wu Hui in the harem, his mood was not very peaceful.

Even if she tried her best to hide it, she couldn't suppress that wisp of resentment and blame.

"Entering the country to study in the sub-prison is a Xiuyi Niangniang's face, and the people's daughter is also half a protégé of the Niangniang. But at the execution ground that day, Niangniang watched with her own eyes that the butcher's knife that beheaded the people's daughter was about to fall. Xin Yi looked straight at Wu Hui behind the bead curtain and said quietly.

The bead curtain moved slightly, and a wisp of sandalwood wafted out.

In the blurred vision, Wu Hui picked the incense in the Boshan furnace and chuckled: "This palace has just won the emperor's grace and promoted to the title of concubine." The girl called the palace to repair the ceremony again, but she was confused. ”

"Yes. Concubine De Niangniang. It turns out that to this day, what Niangniang hears in her ears is the word position. Xin Yi also smiled, the chill was piercing.

It turned out that after Wu Yu went, in order to appease the Wu family, the emperor named Wu Huijin as a concubine, ranking among the four concubines of Zhengyipin, which was naturally a great thing.

But when this thing is based on the sackcloth of the dead, no matter how good it is, it can't make people happy.

Xin Yi really couldn't figure out where Wu Hui behind the bead curtain, the gorgeous four concubine costumes, and the dignified smile that was not unusual, came from.

"Is it good-looking?" Wu Hui let go of Xin Yi's thoughts, and showed his clothes, revealing the colorful embroidered Luan bird on the robe, which was noble and beautiful.

Xin Yi bit her lower lip and said word by word: "What does Niangniang think?"

"What do you think? I don't think Miss Ruoxin, I still have a grudge in my heart. The corners of Wu Hui's lips hooked, and she looked down at the embroidery on her robe, "Do you complain that the palace didn't save you, or do you blame the palace for not saving Wu Yu?"

"Both. Xin Yi answered bluntly.

"Save Wu Yu...... I tried my best...... Against the Wang family, I tried my best... There's another clan behind me, and I did my best... As for you...... What reason do I have to save you?" Wu Hui did not call himself "Bengong", but used "I".

Xin Yi's eyes flashed: "It's just a matter of sacrificing wine, but the people's daughter, the people's daughter was recommended by the mother, and she was admitted to the national prison, which led to a catastrophe later." If you ask for a reason, the reason to save your life is not enough, but even if you give a single reason, it is not enough?"

Wu Hui carefully looked at the embroidery on his clothes, and did not look at Xin Yi: "It's not a question of whether it's enough, it's not at all." ”

Wu Hui's tone was soft, but with a faint chill, he silently sank into his bones.

"Not at all?" Xin Yi bit out the word "fundamental".

"Miss Xin, you may have misunderstood a lot of things. Wu Hui let out a turbid breath, "When I recommended you to enter the National Prison, it wasn't because I wanted to have any friendship with you, but just because I had a nickname for you, I thought about it, and I wanted to help my son, so I would help you." So, if you enter school, I have achieved my goal, and what does it have to do with me in the future?"

What does it have to do with me?

Wu Hui spit out the second half of the sentence lightly, as if she heard a joke, she couldn't help laughing, and the coquettish laughter couldn't hide the coldness, which made Xin Yi tremble.

She is not afraid of Wu Hui's unpleasant words, but she is afraid of this straightforwardness, because she knows herself, in fact, she has long understood-

Wu Hui can help her go to school for her own purposes, but it doesn't mean that she will go to the Wang family for her sake and save her desperately.

She Xin Yi had long understood. Understood.

So she was too afraid that Wu Hui's straightforwardness would expose the truth and force her to face her heart: it was just a delusion, but she underestimated the ruthlessness of the chess game. Self-deception, dreaming in dreams, mistaking love and warmth.

Wu Hui is not wrong, she is wrong.

In the chess game, there are only interests, not Fengyue.