My system is three thousand years ahead of schedule

Cheng Guang originally thought that Song Yunqi and these secret guards would report every move he made to Cheng Zhihai, but he did not expect that they would just record it in a book and put it in the library.

Perhaps Cheng Zhihai occasionally called Song Yunqi and the others to inquire about his affairs, but most of them learned about Cheng Guang's recent whereabouts through the book.

This can be considered an unexpected surprise.

"Your Majesty, do you want to prevent the Director from knowing your whereabouts, Your Majesty?"

After Song Yunqi on the side finished speaking, he felt a little uneasy when he saw Cheng Guang was silent and frowning in thought.

Song Yunqi was a smart man and knew that Cheng Guang was the prince after all. No matter how powerful his cultivation was, the status of the prince was far beyond what he could compare with.

Even if the Secretary-General asked himself and others to follow the Crown Prince for the safety of the Crown Prince, the Crown Prince himself probably did not want his every move to be known to the Director-General.

No one wants to live under the surveillance of others.

Not to mention the noble and extraordinary prince.

Song Yunqi understood Cheng Guang's intention of calling him out almost instantly.

There was a huge contrast between his delicate thoughts and his tough and rough face.

"So, what are you going to do?"

Cheng Guang raised his eyes and glanced at Song Yunqi. He did not directly admit or deny it. He just asked the question in reverse, which put great pressure on Song Yunqi.

At this moment, Song Yunqi seemed to be facing Cheng Zhihai.

After a moment of silence, Song Yunqi simply lowered his head and replied:

"Your Majesty, although we are secret guards, we are also servants of the Zhenguo Palace. Although our duties as lamp holders are important, we still have to listen to your opinions, Your Majesty."

"We will no longer record the words and deeds of the Crown Prince. If the Secretary General asks, we will inform the Crown Prince in advance. However... for the Crown Prince's safety, we cannot let the Crown Prince leave Kyoto. I hope the Crown Prince can understand this. "

Song Yunqi recognized the prince's appearance very well and worked as a guard beside the prince. The only person he could not offend was the prince himself.

What's more, the prince is still the only heir to the Zhenguo Palace. In the future, the millions of Northern Expedition troops on the battlefield in the boundary field, as well as the lamp-bearing department, may be controlled by him alone.

Faced with such a powerful nobleman, it was too late to please him, so how could he offend the prince over such a trivial matter.

Cheng Guang nodded slightly, things went smoothly beyond his imagination.

He originally thought that the guards secretly guarding him were all single-minded.

It would take more effort to convince them not to report every move he made to Cheng Zhihai.

But I didn't expect it.

Song Yunqi was surprisingly understanding and didn't waste any time on him.

It seems that his status as the crown prince has brought him great convenience.

The real prince in the past had never practiced cultivation, so he might not have known how many guards he had hidden around him. If not, he would have conquered the secret guards long ago.

After all, no one wants to live under the surveillance of others.

Even if that person is the parent who loves him the most.

Cheng Guang waved his hand, "Okay, that's enough. You're not bad, go ahead."

Song Yunqi breathed a sigh of relief as if he had been pardoned. After saluting again, he disappeared in a flash and seemed to be running away.

After Song Yunqi left, Cheng Guang sat on the stone bench, picked up the tea cup, and took a sip of tea.

He closed his eyes and let the aroma of tea spread in his mouth.

His layout over the past few days has finally begun to bear fruit.

Next, we have to wait to find the real prince.

Cheng Guang closed his eyes slightly and rubbed his brow gently, thinking about how to take every next step and what he should do if something unexpected happened.

The more plans, the better.

At least Cheng Guang himself would not be at a loss when encountering an emergency.

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Outside Kyoto, Tianping Village is not far from Bailu Village.

In a corner of the field in the village, there was a beggar sitting.

His clothes were shabby, patched, and dull in color. His long hair, which had not been combed for a long time, was tangled into dirty ropes and draped over his shoulders.

His beard was messy, like a clump of weeds, in stark contrast to his clothes.

But his eyes were not as bright as a beggar's, and they seemed to contain an unconcealable nobility.

"Old Dengtou, Old Dengtou, why don't you come back? If you don't come back, I will starve to death."

He stared at the sky, his eyes dry, his lips chapped and his voice hoarse.

"Liunian, you bastard, let me, an old man, steal sweet potatoes while you wait here to eat them by yourself, right?"

An old man ran over quickly at this time. Hearing the young man's muttering, he almost jumped in anger.

The old man's clothes are ragged, his face is haggard, his eyes are sunken, and the corners of his eyes are densely wrinkled. His hair is gray and messy, giving people a dirty look that has not been combed for a long time.

His hands were bony, and he held several huge sweet potatoes in his arms.

The young man who was called fleeting by the old man sat up immediately when he heard the old man's voice, grabbed the sweet potatoes from the old man's arms, started to light a fire, and roasted the sweet potatoes.

While roasting, he stared at the burning fire and swallowed his saliva.

"I'm not talking about you, Old Dengtou. How could I, a dignified heir to the Duke's mansion, steal sweet potatoes?"

"You steal a few sweet potatoes for me now, and I will give you a few mountains of gold and silver in the future, and I will marry you ten beautiful ladies, so you can enjoy them."

After hearing what the young man said, Old Deng couldn't help but laugh at the corner of his mouth and immediately said with a smile: "Just you? Are you still the heir apparent of the Duke of Zhenguo?"

"Tell me, what about you looks like the crown prince of the Duke of Zhenguo?"

The corners of the young man's mouth twitched slightly, and his face immediately darkened. There was really nothing on him that could prove that he was the prince.

Speechless, he immediately turned his head and didn't want to talk to this bad old man.

Old Dengtou sat down next to the young man calmly and said sincerely: "You, please stop thinking about unrealistic daydreams. If you are the heir apparent to the Duke of Zhenguo, then I will be the emperor."

"You don't know, I just passed by a family in Tianping Village. It seems that someone in that family is working as a bodyguard in the Zhenguo Palace. I heard that he was appreciated by the Zhenguo Palace and promoted to a personal bodyguard."

"The eldest son of the Zhenguo Duke has made a lot of noise in Kyoto recently. He wrote poems for eternity in the Wanhua Tower, and assisted the lantern keeper in capturing the fox girl of the demon clan. Look at him, that is the real eldest son of the Zhenguo Duke."

After Old Dengtou finished speaking, the young man was stunned for a moment, "Ah? That prince...has done so many things?"

Old Dengtou picked up a branch on the side, broke it off, threw the branch into the fire, and flipped the sweet potatoes at will.

"Yes, that prince is a prince who is well-dressed and well-fed every day, accompanied by an oiran, and whose every move attracts the attention of the entire capital. That's what he calls a prince. What about you?"

"Follow me, an old man, and you'll be satisfied just stealing a few sweet potatoes from this field."

"It would be too shabby for you to call me Prince."

After Old Dengtou finished speaking, the young man's face had become quite ugly.

An unspeakable anger filled his brows.

Because of Old Dengtou's words, a storm arose in his heart.

"What Old Deng said was done by my groom?"

"That shouldn't be the case. How could that groom leave the Zhenguo Palace? My father would not allow me to leave the Zhenguo Palace."

"Besides, when my father helped me treat my injuries, he would definitely find out that my double was a fake. Logically speaking, my father would have slapped the groom to death long ago. He should have sent someone to look for me by now... "

"But...it's been so long and there hasn't been any movement."

"Did something unexpected happen in the house...?"

"So...you haven't discovered that the groom is my substitute yet?"

The young man murmured to himself.

I couldn't figure it out for a while.

What accident happened that prevented the groom from revealing his identity for so long.

He was even able to get his father to allow the groom to leave the Zhenguo Palace.

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