King's Solo

"Your Highness... ah... so comfortable..."

Beyond the screen.

Sitting on the throne, Wang closed his eyes like an old monk in meditation, and let Wang Ling, who was opposite him, look at him gently.

The two coincidentally ignored the scene of the dragon lying on the bed in the inner hall as nothing.

After taking over an unknown number of hosts and spending a long time, Wang Ling herself could bear loneliness.

Even because he once regarded himself as an intelligent system, he didn't regard himself as a human being at one time, so naturally he didn't need to resolve boredom or anything.

Maybe it was just because he was terminally ill, so he was numb and meaningless.

However, Wang's mortal body cannot be ignored at all now that he has paid the price of killing gods and lost his authority to become an ordinary person.

Only after he has been to the world of advanced interfaces can he clearly understand that psychological diseases are far more serious and difficult to control than physical diseases.

Small depressions can lead to major depressions, and major depressions can cause irreversible damage.

For ten years, Wang Ling has been using his status as an imperial physician to constantly 'harass' the king under the pretext of making a diagnosis, to the current status of an imperial physician who has 'harassed' the queen, and changed his face again without anyone noticing. Explore the king's bedroom at night.

At the beginning, because of his systematic ability, he always blocked other people's perception, but let Wang alone see him.

Because of his ghost-like behavior, Wang was disturbed and restless. Later, he simply sent everyone away when he came.

Thinking of this, Wang Ling curled the corners of her lips slightly, and endured a burst of laughter in her heart.

Glancing at the person on the long|bed|long|bed| who was lewd|sensual|rising|ups and downs against the void air, with an intoxicated face alone, Wang Ling had a strong disgust for someone in his eyes, but his tone was faithful praise, " Your Highness's soul-hunting technique has really become more and more sophisticated."

"Thank you very much." Wang opened his slightly closed eyes, looked at Wang Ling and said sincerely.

Restraining deep nausea and dealing with Park Seung Gi is his first step in choosing a prosperous and powerful Korea.

The value of a Park Seung-ji who fooled the entire Jianlongwei into listening to him, and who was ruthless and obedient to him, was worth his temporary falsehood.

If you fight against the outside world, you must first secure the inside. If the bloody cleansing in the previous life has not been cleaned up, then do it again.

This is the only place where Park Seung Gi's murderous blade can contribute value.

A real king is afraid to look directly at his own death, so he clearly remembers that the pair of cold and merciless eyes before his death in the last life belong to the person on the bed now, Park Seung-gi.

Wang Ling's real appearance in front of his eyes began with Park Seung-gi's second courtship.

That night, he still showed that he was deeply moved by Park Seung-gi, and he couldn't say no to it, and he was dragged into the dragon bed half-pushed.

Then he saw something even more incredible than his rebirth.

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If rebirth still has the theory of soul reincarnation, then the whole world stops functioning, so how can it be explained that he is the only one who can move freely?

Just like in a three-dimensional painting, everything is dotted in black and white and static, and you are the only dynamic alien in it.

It was impossible not to be frightened. At that moment, Wang thought that his dream of rebirth had reached the point of breaking.

He may not spare his own life, but he is reluctant to give up all the sacrifices he will make to successfully rescue the people of Korea.

When his heart was on the verge of collapse, the stern young man suddenly flashed in front of the bed. Regardless of the king's surprise, he lifted Park Seung-gi from above him and took him away from the dragon bed.

The whole world seems to come alive with its presence, colors return and time runs again.

However, Park Seung Gi couldn't see the young man who suddenly appeared, and couldn't see him anymore.

As if they had been made transparent, there were clearly two people standing in the center of the hall, but Park Seung-gi couldn't detect anything unusual, and couldn't even notice his sudden disappearance. Shangchun |

As if...he never left.

Looking at Park Seung-gi's weird and lewd one-man show, a strong nausea rose in his heart, Wang Fei quickly turned his eyes away and focused on the young man.

The stern young man's eyes were deep and inorganic, and he just stared at him intently, with searching and eagerness, as well as a trace of very hidden caution.

Knowing that the miraculous young man is the leader who brought him this miraculous rebirth, the king's eyes were cold and cold, "Who are you?"

"I'm here to help you..."

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The appearance of the young man was a timely rain, and the insanity technique taught to him can completely cope with Park Seung Gi, no matter how hungry he is.

However, he has never rested on the dragon bed since then.

The young man's identity as an imperial physician was also unabashedly exposed to him in the following contacts, so it gradually evolved into the current situation.

The once frail and sickly body was real, but the current terminal illness is fake. With the miraculous ability of youth, it would be difficult for him to die even if he wanted to.

These are just the foreshadowing for Zen to abdicate the throne.

Wang Ling gave him ten years of unconditional help in exchange for his freedom ten years later.

Now, the ten-year period has come.

"The ten-year period has come, and it seems that His Highness has already prepared the end for these former rebellions." Wang Ling's eyes were already very humane compared to ten years ago.

Wang Moran was speechless, but his thoughts were flying.

After reliving the whole life, Wang already knows that physical pain is far less heart-wrenching than love despair.

Deliberately use Park Seung Gi's guilt to deepen his feelings for him, just for now.

As for Hong Lin...

Wang Yanxiao, ten years of upbringing, although there are small deviations, the effect is still good.

As long as the other party's life is left in the palace and the new king succeeds, does his physical and mental pain still require his determination?

The Xuanxuan full moon hangs high, but there is no half star.

The bright moon is low, silk and bamboo are passionate, singing and dancing, and all officials are congratulating. This is an unusually grand canonization ceremony.

Everyone knows that the king has only one child, the crown prince, and the position of the crown prince bears the brunt of it. However, the name has not been worthy of the name, and now it is just icing on the cake to stabilize the position of the crown prince.

On the throne, the king is wearing a golden dragon robe, his back is straight, but he looks at the singing and dancing in the center with a little casualness.

His long hair was bundled high under the crown, and the king's face has not changed in ten years, only the white hair at the temples reveals the passage of time, and his face is sickly pale that has never faded in ten years.

The prince was dressed grandly, staring at the aloof king without squinting, stepping up the stairs step by step.

The scorching flames in his eyes seemed to be shortening step by step not the distance between him and the king, but the fulfillment of his inner desire.