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Yuan Zhao smiled slightly and asked, "I've been wondering about "simplified characters" for a long time, why don't you explain it?"

[This world was a barbaric species from the beginning, so we found a so-called professor of history or Chinese from your world. He deserved his life, but he died out of the control of the world. 】

【It happened that we wanted to civilize this world, and he happened to meet our requirements, so we found him a good host and put him in this world.As long as he doesn't expose other worlds, it doesn't matter what superior he is. 】

Yuan Zhao: "Then the world becomes unified simplified characters and Chinese?"

[Not counting, the royal family of the demon world also has its own language, and the secret texts of the royal family of the demon world are only recorded in magic script.However, the unified language of the Three Realms is still Chinese. 】

Yuan Zhao: "The influence of this outsider is quite large, and it directly affects the writing system."

[We still have to thank this outsider. 】

Yuan Zhao's expression was complicated: "I just want to know how many outsiders are there in this world?"

[There are only two in total. 】

Yuan Zhao: "So little?"

[Too many outsiders will affect the stability of the world. 】

Yuan Zhao reluctantly accepted its statement, and then devoted himself to government affairs and cultivation.On this day, Yuan Zhao closed the last book and rubbed his forehead tiredly: "How many political affairs are there?"

It is too cumbersome to arrange the peacock fiefdom in every detail.But this is also a good excuse to stay away from Kong Zaijin.

There was a knock on the door, and an old voice trembled: "Your Majesty, I have something to ask."

Yuan Zhao wondered, isn't this the teacher of Little Peacock?Said: "Please come in."

After saluting, the teacher shouted: "Your Majesty! This old man is stupid and can't teach your son!"

Yuan Zhao frowned: "What happened?"

The teacher sighed heavily: "This old man is stupid, he can't make your son feel like a sage."

Yuan Zhao guessed, "He plays truant?"

The teacher shook his head: "Master, in the past two days, I suddenly didn't want to listen to the old man in class, and just sat quietly on the seat. The old man, the old man is really powerless, maybe the old man's lectures are boring."

Negative treatment ah.He touched his chin and said: "I will solve it, sir let him go back to Taoyuan Hall first."

The teacher, oh no, is the highest university official of Taixue, after listening to the order of the devil, he immediately turned around and went back to the school, letting Kong Zaijin, who was passive and negligent, go back to rest.

Yuan Zhao rubbed his temples and sighed, too many things happened recently.He tapped a few cases with his knuckles: "No, did Anbu find any news?"

A black shadow that seemed angry stepped out of the shadows.Buqing: "That night, Miss Zhaoyan from the Taoyuan Palace didn't go to bed in the middle of the night, and kept wandering around the house." It was like a demon king waiting to be drugged.

Although the beauties in the Demon Lord's Palace can go and stay at will, they are extremely free.But also because of this, the residence of the beauty in Taoyuan Hall is the only place Anbu monitors.

Zhaoyan?Is that the beauty who went with Luo Yu?

If it really has something to do with Zhaoyan, then was Luo Yu who picked her up taken advantage of or...her accomplice?

Yuan Zhao was thoughtful: "She went to the Five Jade Hall of the Fifth Elder."

Buqing understood: "Anbu will go and investigate right away."

Yuan Zhao: "Before the investigation is made, the daily investigation must be listed on paper and handed over to me in the evening."

Buqing replied: "Yes." After speaking, he was about to disappear into the shadows.

Yuan Caregiver saw that Buqing disappeared halfway, and suddenly said again: "Wait a minute, you were staying outside the Taoyuan Hall the whole time two days ago, which was the day of the feast?"

Buqing seemed to be pressed to pause, and replied in a half-hidden, half-discovered manner: "Without the summon of the demon king, you can't enter the Taoyuan Palace. And that day, no one was found approaching or sneaking outside the Taoyuan Palace."

Yuan Zhao's eyes were gloomy: "After the transformation of the Demon Palace, my father was poisoned. Before he died, he said that there were spies in the Demon Palace. This time, he may have shown his tail when he administered the medicine. We must find out this person."

"Yes!"

After Yuan followed the instructions, he reluctantly walked to a study room he allocated for Kong Zaijin.

He walked slowly to Kong Zaijin's desk, tapped the table lightly with his knuckles, trying to make Kong Zaijin regain his senses from the white plums outside the window: "Does it look good?"

Kong Zaijin gave him a sideways glance, and continued to look at Baimei.

"The white plums in Taoyuan Hall have a long flowering period, and they bloom in winter and spring." Yuan Zhao seemed to come to chat with him leisurely, and didn't mention anything about him neglecting the teacher.

"Hmm." He responded.

Yuan Zhao picked up the pen and wrote a poem neatly on the paper: "I'll teach you how to write a poem."

There are only two outsiders in this world.

An outsider can be said to be the originator of the culture of the Three Realms, but it is impossible for him to pass down the 5000-year civilization of the ancient country by himself, he can only pick and pass down what he remembers.

In order to understand the culture of this world and better integrate into it (in order not to be found out that he is not the original person), Yuan Zhao memorized all the poems, songs, idioms and allusions left by the outsider with high literary literacy.

After keeping in mind what to say and what not to say, he changed the elders' image of "reticent all day long, ignoring government affairs, and doing everything wisely" to "handling government affairs normally, occasionally uttering nonsense."

When Su Zhongshi euphemistically told him the elder's psychological journey towards the demon king, he was still in a cold sweat: It seems that we should pay more attention and change our language habits.

Kong Zaijin glanced at him, and for some reason, his voice sounded muffled: "I don't want to write."

Yuan Zhao: "I guarantee that you have never heard of this poem." He turned the paper around and motioned Kong Zaijin to read it.

"You...!" Kong Zaijin's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe it.

Yuan Zhao is a little proud: "The author of this poem, Bai Juyi, is called "Night Rain". This is the first half of the poem. I have something to think about, but it is far away in the country. I have something to feel, and it is deep in my heart. The country is far away Can't, look forward to it every day. Can't understand it deeply, don't think about it all night."

Kong Zaijin covered his face suddenly, and gave a wry smile, then turned his head and looked him in the eyes: "Can the devil take Zaijin to write once?"

"Yes." Kong Zaijin's sudden change of attitude surprised Yuan Zhao.

He wrapped Kong Zaijin's hand slightly, adjusted Kong Zaijin's posture of holding the pen very naturally, and let go: "Hold the pen like this. Now write the first sentence..."

Kong Zaijin stared straight at him: "I asked the devil to lead me to write, but you let go suddenly, what do you mean?"

Yuan Zhao frowned: "You can't write?"

Kong Zai said leisurely: "Speaking out will make Lord Mojun laugh, I'm ugly."

Yuan Zhao said in his heart, under the teaching of the original owner, your handwriting in the previous life was not ugly at all. On the contrary, it was painted with silver hooks on iron, like a cone painted on sand, which is very beautiful.In this life, no one taught her, but the talent is there, so it's not ugly, right?

He didn't believe it, and asked, "How ugly?"

There was a glimmer of light in Kong Zaijin's eyes, and with a wave of his pen, he left a dozen distorted and folded ink spots on the snow-white paper.

Yuan Zhao: "..." Where are the talented players that were agreed upon? !

The corner of his mouth twitched, is this a word?Are you sure you didn't smear it on the paper a few times? !

Yuan Zhao took a deep breath, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help twitching under such a polluting impact: "Kong Jin, your...writing has always been like this?"

Kong Zai's eyelashes curled up slightly, and he smiled at him: "I'm sorry, I hurt the devil's eyes."

Yuan Zhao helplessly wrapped his hands around him again, and wrote this poem together with him.

After finishing writing, Yuan Zhao was surprised by the font that turned out to be pretty good, and he heard Kong Zaijing say something quietly: "Devil Lord, have you always called me Kong Jin?"

Yuan Zhao was stunned: "Kong Zaijin?"

Kong Zai lowered his eyelids, smiled and said, "You can call the devil whatever you want, Kong Jin doesn't care."

Yuan Zhao: "..." If you really don't care, please don't be weird.

After two days of coaching like this, Yuan Zhao went to Kong Zaijin's study as usual, but saw him lying on the wooden table and taking a nap.

He walked over lightly to pick up the handwriting practice results on the desk, glanced at them, and his eyes were once again polluted by the heavenly and earth-shattering handwriting.

Yuan Zhao put down the rice paper and deeply felt that the word can persevere on a certain road, which is also a serious attitude.

He rubbed his forehead, hesitating whether to ask Kong Zaijin to get up and study hard every day, but after thinking about it, his superior reminded him to stay away from Kong Zaijin.Yuan Zhao thought, don't call him anymore.

The Demon King was about to leave, when he suddenly saw the untouched food next to the tables, he frowned tightly: Kong Zaijin had an irregular diet and suffered from stomach problems when he was in the Peacock Clan.

Yuan Zhao immediately shook his shoulder: "Are you uncomfortable?"

Kong Zaijin's voice came out muffled: "Just wait a while."

When Yuan Zhao was on earth, because he was young and relied on his physical capital to work crazily, he ate irregularly and suffered from stomach problems.

He immediately ordered the maid to bring some warm water and boil millet porridge, forced Kong Zaijin to half-squat down after drinking the warm water, and stretched out his hand to massage his abdomen.

Kong Zaijin didn't have the strength to resist, when Yuan Zhao's hand covered his lower abdomen, his body suddenly tilted.

Resting his head on that solid shoulder, he traced the outline of that person with his eyes, touched his forehead lightly to that person's neck, and caressed his sexy Adam's apple with his moist and hot breath, like a silent kiss.

Yuan Zhao didn't notice his small movements. After massaging for a while, he stopped, let him rest on the table, got up and went to the kitchen.

Facing the white porridge in the kitchen, Yuan Zhao frowned: "This is rice porridge."

The maid panicked: "My lord, dare, dare to ask what is millet and rice?"

Only then did Yuan Zhao realize how big the gap was between them, and said helplessly, "Millet is the corn of the world, and rice is the rice of the world."

The maid heard that she was going to cook millet, Yuan Zhao stopped her: "I'll come, you go and take care of the sick."

Yuan Zhao can cook some simple meals, just millet porridge, so he can roll up his sleeves and get to work.

It didn't take long to cook the millet porridge. He figured it was almost done, so he asked the maid to deliver it to the patient, and went back to his room to practice the spell.

The next day.

"Yesterday, thank you." Kong Zaijin's attitude softened a lot.

"Hands up."

"The porridge is delicious."

"The kitchen in Taoyuan Temple is not bad." Yuan Zhao would not admit that he cooked the porridge, "We must eat on time in the future." If the task object had something wrong with a stomach problem, where would he cry?

Kong Zaijin didn't say anything, a dark tide surged under his eyelids: "Yes."

In the silence, the atmosphere between the two was very strange.

Yuan Zhao couldn't sit still in this atmosphere, he secretly sighed: Have you not let go of that night yet?Forget it, I voluntarily disappeared for a few months, let you calm down.

Thinking of this, he stepped into the practice room, and saw a petite orange figure squatting on the ground, as if he was gesticulating something, and he was scribbling on the notebook with a charcoal pencil in one hand.

Isn't this the beauty in the orange dress that day?

[Yo, you can still meet beauties after you retreat. 】

Yuan Zhao wondered why the beauty in orange was here: "This beauty?"

The woman in the light orange dress stopped what she was doing, yawned, and turned to salute him: "Your Majesty is safe." After speaking, she yawned again, and said in a vague voice: "The little girl is studying the formation here. "

【The formations in your palace are all the most advanced in the Demon Palace. That beauty may be a formation master, and she came to your palace to secretly learn the formations. 】

Yuan Zhao: "If you want to study formations, I can send someone to teach you." Please don't squat here to scare me.

It took a long time for the woman to look at him: "Your Majesty is kind enough to accept Julou, but Julou doesn't want to contact strangers."

Yuan Zhao thought in his heart: "There are some strange people in the original main store." He didn't show it on the face, and was about to drive people away, when a cold beauty in plain green clothes walked in, pulled the orange building up, and said to him: "I'm bothering you, my sister has always been obsessed with formations. If there is any offense, please also ask Jun Haihan""

Yuan Zhao signaled that nothing happened: "The two girls are welcome to feel free in the Taoyuan Hall. If you need anything, just talk to the supervisor in the hall."

The beauty in Tsing Yi agreed, but Julou seemed to be too sleepy and didn't respond for a while. The beauty in Tsing Yi pulled down his sleeves before slowly responding: "Thank you, sir."

After the two left the training room, Yuan Zhao sensed something, frowned, and said to the shadow, "Have you found it?"

Buqing showed up as expected, and said: "Anbu tortured and learned that Zhaoyan and Zhaode belonged to the same organization at the same time. That night, Zhaoyan was indeed waiting in the room for the king's blessing. But Zhaoyan did not say who the accomplice who administered the drug was. .”

Yuan Zhao: "Continue to ask."

Buqing: "I can't ask anymore. Zhaode and Zhaoyan... were killed."

It's tricky.He rubbed his forehead and said with a headache: "When they entered the palace, what was their household registration?"

"Ghost car fiefdom without mountain village"

"Is there anything unusual there?"

Buqing: "Yes, there has been a rumor in the ghost car fief in the past few years-the ghost car's beloved wife, the goddess Jiudi, awakens, and resurrects the fallen ghost car bird. It is said that Zhaoyan Zhaode came to the ghost car to avoid the awakening of the goddess in his body. Take refuge in the Taoyuan Palace."

Yuan Zhao has heard rumors of the ghost car fiefdom: "Continue to investigate."

Although he continued to investigate, he was like a mirror in his heart, knowing that there was no hope of finding out.

It has been more than 200 years since the undercover investigation of the Demon Palace.

Don't think about it, let's practice first.Yuan Zhao focused on activating the blocking formation, the god-gathering formation, and the spirit-gathering formation, and then meditated in the center of the spirit-gathering formation, following the memory to adjust the magic power.

Spiritual power poured in like a wave, filling his meridians, as if as long as he waved his hand, the world would be shaken.

The practice room of Taoyuan Palace is indeed the most advanced spirit gathering array in the Demon Palace.

The majestic spiritual power continuously gathered around him, condensing into light spots like fireflies on a summer night, floating up and down.

The devil and several elders retreated, and the remaining elders took care of the size and size of the devil's palace.However, the elders have no access to the core government and military affairs, which have already been handled by the devil.

A month later, in the Taoyuan Hall of the Demon Lord, a strange movement shook from the training room to the surroundings, and the maids in the hall continued their work without any surprise.

Kong Zaijin stopped bandaging and looked towards the training room, a little admiration for the strong arose in his heart.

He wanted to become stronger, to stand beside the demon king, and to defeat the demon clan that harassed him every day in the back mountain.But since that night, his bone source and dantian seem to be restless, as if there is a force feeling the familiar smell, waking up...

But he can't use this power!

He hates the powerless and weak, but the Demon Lord hasn't said that he can practice, maybe the Demon Lord has forgotten about it...

There was a suppressed low howl in his throat!

Kong Zaijin clenched his hands into fists and smashed hard on the bed, the freshly bandaged wound split open, and the gauze was stained red with blood in a blink of an eye!

In the training room, a sword with several arcs jumping from time to time appeared in front of Yuan Zhao with his eyes closed.

[The Demon Lord's natal sword——Xuanguang Sword.Well, it looks mighty up close. 】

Yuan Zhao closed his five senses, couldn't hear Xiaoqing's praise, and concentrated on communicating with Xuan Guangjian.The body of the Xuanguang sword buzzed and vibrated happily, and its power continuously blended with Yuanzhao.

When he first came to this world, he didn't dare to use the sword too much.

Although the muscle memory left in the original owner's body allows him to use the Xuanguang Sword, he is not the original owner after all.

Yuan Zhao's sword energy is quite different from the original owner's.And now he has inherited the mighty sword energy from the original owner's memory, and he is constantly comprehending it!

Another month passed, and Yuan Zhao was very pleasantly surprised: with the original owner's sword energy, Xuan Guang became closer to him!

Yuan Zhao breathed out a turbid breath: It is worthwhile for me to study hard and fall into ashes for two months.Now, I'm going to take a bath to soothe my muscles and bones!

[Didi!Kong Zaihoushan was drugged! 】

[You... (manually blocked swear words for the sake of harmony), you clearly know that the task target is weak, and it would be difficult without your protection in the demon world where the strong are respected, so you go to retreat first!Are you enjoying the retreat?Your mission is about to fail, I see how happy you were when you exploded to death! ...] Although Xiaoqing can communicate with him in Yuanzhao's brain, it can't perceive Yuanzhao's psychological activities, otherwise it will be even more furious when it hears that he has to take a bath first.

Yuan Zhao was startled, and was stunned for a moment.

The panic, like a nourished vine, spread from the dark place in his heart, and spread to his limbs, colluding with several black thunders, which made his internal organs ache.

All the good mood fades away.

He immediately took the medicine for internal injuries, Yu Jian broke through the door, and rushed to one of the back hills marked by Xiaoqing: "Don't complain! The original owner's obsession and internal injuries are enough to bother me. If you keep arguing, I will be killed." I fainted from the attack."

【what is that? !Why are there so many thunderclouds in the back mountain? !It was so black that my scalp was numb! ! 】

Yuan Zhao squinted his eyes and was shocked: What's going on? !Besides him in the Demon Palace, who else can summon the overwhelming thunder and lightning? !