Mingjun is not descended from the world

"Welcome to the 'Dream Building Paradise' produced by Qiyuan Game Company. The following are safety tips..."

Gu Xiaoxi touched the warm jade gourd around his neck, and looked down at his toes boredly.He has entered this game countless times, and he has heard his ears callused by this female voice prompt without any warmth or emotion.

He turned his head to look at the new player, staring intently at the screen in front of him, ears pricked up like antennae, eyes staring like brass bells, with the word "expectation" written all over his face, for fear that any word would be missed .

This player came to "Dream Building Paradise" for the first time, and he came here because of the reputation. He wanted to experience this legendary real-sense game, and asked Gu Xiaoxi to recommend a game script for him.

Without even a second of hesitation, Gu Xiaoxi blurted out that name without thinking about it.

"'I don't know Zhou's dream is Hu Dieyu, Hu Die's dream is Zhou Yu', welcome to the scene experience game "Xilin King". The game is loading, please wait..."

The white period on the big screen was flashing non-stop.

The huge Chinese characters disappeared from the screen in an instant, and the whole space fell into a dark silence.

"The world is chaotic and governed, what is the reason? The changes of the weather are natural... If the king is unworthy, the country will be in danger and the people will be in chaos; if the king is sage, the country will be safe and the world will be in order. Misfortune depends on the king, not on the timing... "

"Ji Shan! Cao Ji Shan!"

A childish voice resounded crisply, and everyone looked towards the place where the voice was transmitted, only to see a child like a dough ball standing up from the table, with his head held high, and the two horns pierced on top of his head energetically. , showing a look of arrogance.

The lecturer Cao Guang and Cao Jishan put down the scroll in his hand and looked at the child with vain eyes. It turned out that Guo Yu, the young son of Guo Sima, was calling him.

Cao Jishan had previously received a lot of benefits from Mrs. Guo Sima's family, so he wanted to take special care of this young master Guo.This child is just nine years old now, and he is the youngest student in this school. Now he suddenly calls him, not sure if he is hungry or anxious.

Cao Jishan didn't dare to be negligent, he hurriedly got off the stage, and walked up to the young master Guo to inquire.

"Zhou Funian despises Zongxue and sleeps openly in the school. Snoring like thunder is offensive to gentleness. He is disrespectful to saints, disloyal to the emperor, disrespectful to his husband, and unfriendly to his classmates. Please Ji Shan punish him severely!"

Although the young man was not much taller than the desk case, his mouth was powerful and his words were correct, and he didn't even stumble when he read a series of words, so I don't know who taught him.Although what he said was serious, but when it came out of a doll's mouth, it seemed that the child was cute and cute, which made everyone laugh.

The young master looked around and saw that everyone was covering their mouths and laughing secretly. He couldn't help stretching out a fleshy little hand and slapped the case hard. He raised his eyebrows and said angrily, "I think anyone who dares to laugh will be dealt with by military law!"

When everyone saw this, they laughed even harder.Everyone knows that Guo Sima is known for being strict in governing the army. It seems that this young man probably learned to be so domineering at home.

Cao Jishan saw that although the child was young, he had some knowledge in speaking, so he was afraid that he would reveal something to the adults when he got home, so he didn't allow the students to laugh.He straightened his shoulders and coughed twice, walked to Guo Yu's back table and stood still, took out a ruler from his sleeve, and struck down hard on the thin shoulder blades of the young man who was sleeping soundly on the table.

"Ouch……"

The young man suffered from pain in his back and suddenly woke up from his dream.Rubbing his eyes with one hand and rubbing his shoulders behind his back with the other hand, he lazily sat up from the table, leaned against the wall and yawned, "School is over..."

"Bang!" Cao Jishan slapped the desk hard, "What are you going to do? Who said you're going to go to school? If you don't do well in class, you just want to go to school! Zhou Funian, Zhou Funian, the sage is wise and broad." Da, you don’t know how to cherish someone like you when you are sent to study in an official. , Tomorrow I will go to the Holy Master to resign, I, Cao, can't teach a student like you."

"Hey Ji Shan!" Zhou Funian scratched his head and said, "What Ji Shan taught is the way of being a king, we are people who are ministers and sons, and we will not be emperors in the future. Sheng personally ask His Majesty the Emperor to see if it is treason..."

"You...you..." Cao Jishan, who was already a few years old, couldn't stand his distorted choreography, he couldn't catch his breath in his throat, and his old face was flushed.

"You...you don't want to spit blood on people. What this old man teaches is the way of a sage. How can you allow a lowly reckless person like you to talk nonsense...you...you get out for this old man! Get out!"

Zhou Funian was not annoyed, he just stood up with a smile, and walked out through the back door.

That Ji Shan went back to his seat and sat down, coughing violently while holding the teacup in his hand, he picked up the scroll and started to read again after his breathing eased a bit.

A tall young man stood up and said he wanted to relieve himself, but Ji Shan waved his hand and let him go out without raising his eyes.

Gu Xiaoxi sat in the corner and watched the farce silently.Now he is in Chongyue Zongxue, an aristocratic school specially opened for the children of the rich and powerful, and the person who has just been kicked out is the future King of Xilin, 16-year-old Zhou Funian.

It's not the first time he has entered the game script of "King of Xilin", but he still can't connect the naughty boy in front of him with the wise sage in the history books.

Lowly and reckless.

Gu Xiaoxi tapped on the edge of the table lightly, thinking about the word playfully.

The Xilin Dynasty is not considered a great and prosperous age in the vast history. It is mentioned in history textbooks, but it is only a few sentences.

However, historians have a very high opinion of King Xilin. It is said that he is a man of majesty, grandeur, virtue and brilliance.

Everything in this world is afraid of the three words "it's a pity".

It's a pity that life is short and good fortune is short, and he died young, and had no children under his knees, so he couldn't continue. A hundred years later, a group of uncles and brothers from the left branch of the left branch would kill each other and compete for the throne, and they would spend their hard-earned national fortune and family fortune. Lost all.If King Xilin had lived for more than ten or twenty years, this historical pattern might have been rewritten.

Gu Xiaoxi had just read the "Biography of the King of Xilin" not long ago, so he still knew a little about the history of the Xilin Dynasty.

Xilin Kingdom and Chongyue Kingdom were originally fiefdoms of two brothers who belonged to the same mother, but because of their parents' partiality, they granted the rich and abundant Chongyue to their preferred younger brother, and granted the barren and desolate Xilin to their elder brother. A rift arose between the two brothers.The elder brother has been jealous for a long time, so he became resentful and sent people to Chongyue to find troubles and fight against famines; while the younger brother was also proud of being favored, and never took the family relationship seriously.After waiting for their parents for a hundred years, the two countries simply tore up the last bit of love, killed the emperor, seized the military power, and established themselves as kings respectively. From then on, Xilin Zhongyue's century-long feud began.

When it was spread to Zhou Funian's father's area, Xilin, who was already exhausted, became poorer and weaker, and was reduced to living with a strong army.

According to the little face left by his ancestors, King Chongyue gave Xilin a chance to breathe.The old King Xilin immediately sent his young son to Chongyue as a proton.

To put it mildly, he is the prince of Xilin, but he is just a prisoner with a noble name.No one in the Chongyue Clan knew that he was a victim sent by the old King Xilin to join the war. No one would look at him seriously, let alone take good care of him. I'm afraid his life would be worse than that of Huanyiniang's son.

A humble man from Xilin.

In the defeated country of Xilin, even the monarch is just an incompetent person who sells his son for peace, so how noble is the son born.

What's more, this person is tired, lazy and stubborn, ignorant and incompetent, what is he if he is not a reckless person?

It's just that the details are not mentioned in the book in detail, but it's just the speculation and interpretation of the game designer.

Gu Xiaoxi was in a trance, when suddenly he heard a commotion outside the school, and the students ignored Ji Shan who was teaching, and jumped out to watch the excitement.

Gu Xiaoxi strolled to the edge of the pond, there were already many people standing by the small lotus pond, three floors inside and three floors outside, Gu Xiaoxi knew that the person surrounded by the crowd was Shen Yechu, the eldest son of Shen Shangshu's family.

"I beg you young masters to step back and give my young master a place to breathe!"

Shen Yechu's book boy was busy dispersing the onlookers, and was busy fanning the wind with the hem of his clothes.

A fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy was lying on the ground with half-closed eyes panting slightly, his soaked clothes wrapped tightly around his body, and the water on his clothes flowed down the ground like a small river, soaking a large area of ​​the bricks and stones under him. .The young man's face was pale and he kept shaking his hands.

"Quickly stop fanning, didn't you see your young master panicking from the cold!" The master of the teaching helped Shen Yechu to sit up and leaned on him, and shouted to the stunned boy.

The boy had seen his young master drowning, lost two of his three souls, lost his mind for a long time, was scolded by the teacher, tears and snot dripped down his nose, his feet flopped and fell to the ground, Without thinking, he took off his clothes and covered Shen Yechu's body.

"You don't need your pickled shirt." The master teacher picked up Shen Yechu, raised his leg and kicked the boy, "Hurry up and report to your master and wife, and invite the doctor to come to the house!"

Seeing that Shen Yechu was also rescued by the crowd watching the excitement, the boy looked funny again, laughing and scattered.

A row of apricot trees were planted by the pond, and the apricot blossoms were in full bloom. When a gust of wind passed by, the sky was full of red clouds, as if some fairy sitting in the clouds knocked over the rouge plate.

Standing under the apricot tree was a young man in black, with his head bowed and his shoulders slumped, looking from a distance, it seemed that the clothes he was wearing were extremely heavy, and the square bricks under his feet were also stained dark by the water.The flying red petals twirled and covered his whole body, but they couldn't bring any warm color from his whole body.