After wearing a book, I became a group favorite

The fifteenth day of the first month, the Lantern Festival.

Daqing has a curfew, but this day is an exception.

It was getting late at this time, and there were more and more people on the street, crowded.There are people putting up lanterns everywhere on the banks of the river, and the lanterns in the river are next to each other, as many as stars.

Standing on the bank of the river, Li Xuandu had been paying attention to that young man for a long time.

The young man has exquisite facial features and picturesque eyebrows and eyes.Wearing a red dress with wide sleeves, there is neither a hair crown nor a hairpin on her head, only her long black hair is combed high, and a forehead of the same color as the clothes is tied on her forehead.It is really an angry horse in fresh clothes, full of heroism.

The boy stood there for a long time, motionless, like a statue.People who came and went all cast their astonishing gazes on him, secretly marveling.

Li Xuandu moved his stiff legs, and finally couldn't help approaching him: "Little brother, are you waiting for someone?"

The boy didn't speak.

Li Xuandu didn't care: "You've been standing for so long, are you hungry? I have some fresh and hot steamed buns here, how about some?" Li Xuandu sells steamed stuffed buns, so when he meets someone, he naturally sells them vigorously.

The boy remained motionless, if he hadn't blinked his eyes, Li Xuandu would have thought it was really a statue.

"Are you in trouble?" Li Xuandu looked as if I understood that he must have no money. "Rely on your parents at home and friends when you go out. You and I are friends if we meet by fate. You take it and eat first, and you will have money later. Now, give it to me again, even if you don’t give it, it’s okay.”

The boy remained silent.

"Really don't want to eat?" Li Xuandu asked again, but still didn't get an answer, he finally gave up, put the bun in his mouth and took a bite, "Then I will eat it myself."

The boy suddenly looked at him unscrupulously with those big black eyes that seemed to have no whites, which made him a little uncomfortable.Just like the feeling of a big girl being stared at by a wretched man, he shook his head, trying to get the thought out of his mind.

Not far away, a greasy middle-aged man was walking towards this side with his stomach full, shaking his fan.The man was dressed in silk and satin all over his body, and there were two servants behind him. He seemed to be a rich man.

When he turned around from that side, he caught sight of the young man and his eyes lit up.

Soon, he came over with a disgusting smile on his face, and his words were very frivolous: "Whose young master is this? Why are you here?"

As he spoke, he put away the fan, intending to pick the boy's chin with the fan: "Tell me, sir..."

Just as Li Xuandu was about to stop him, a cold light flashed in front of his eyes, and then, a stream of red liquid gushed out.The man screamed "ah", and his hand and fan fell to the ground together.

The servants looked at the things on the ground in horror, and at the murderous intent emanating from the boy Zhou, they wanted to step forward but dared not.The man screamed in pain.The boy took the dagger in his hand and slashed down towards his neck unhurriedly.Blood splattered everywhere, Li Xuandu was the closest, half of his clothes were splattered with blood, a few drops even splashed on his face.Immediately afterwards, a strong smell of blood penetrated into his nose.

"Killed—killed—"

I don't know who yelled first, and in an instant, the whole street was in chaos, people were running and shouting.

Except for Li Xuandu, it wasn't that he didn't want to leave, he just witnessed what happened with his own eyes, and now he froze in place with fright.

His hands moved back and forth in front of the stall to pack the buns, putting the buns in the back basket and taking them out, taking them out and putting them in again, he didn't even know what he was doing.The steamed stuffed bun with a bite in his hand fell to the ground at some point, covered with a layer of soil.

The boy leaned over and wiped the dagger clean on the corpse, then slowly inserted it back into the sheath.

Li Xuandu's eyes looked at the young man uncontrollably, the young man suddenly turned his head, a few strands of long hair scattered on his face, adding a bit of evil spirit, the young man's eyes were as black as ink staring at him, The corners of his mouth slowly curved into a smile.

It was a bloodthirsty smile, and Li Xuandu was so frightened that he immediately collapsed on the ground.

The boy suddenly turned his head and walked into the crowd, before disappearing quickly.

Li Xuandu hastily put the basket on his shoulders and ran away quickly.

He never expected that someone would dare to kill someone at the emperor's feet in full view, and he never thought that the assailant would be a seemingly harmless young man.

Li Xuandu ran all the way and stopped in front of a private house in one breath.

He took out the key, opened the door, put the basket aside, fetched several buckets of water from the well, and poured it over his head.One is to relieve the tension and panic, and the other is to wash the blood on the body.

After washing, Li Xuandu sat leaning against the well for a while, and finally recovered a lot.

The door opened with a "squeak", and an old woman in coarse cloth came in from the outside. Seeing Li Xuandu's appearance, she was slightly surprised: "Xiao Li, why are you sitting by the well with your whole body wet?"

"I ran too fast, I'm sweating all over, I'll take a shower to cool off." Li Xuandu was afraid that the old woman would be worried, so he concealed what happened just now.

"Even if it's hot, you can't pour cold water directly on your body, you have to boil it in a pot anyway," the old woman said and walked this way, "Don't think I'm nagging, you young people! Ah, I like to be greedy for cold, and I will find my illness in the future."

Li Xuandu tried his best to force a smile: "Auntie, you are right, I will always listen to you from now on."

"I'll find you a set of clothes for you to change into. It's so uncomfortable to wear wet clothes," the old woman said as she walked into the house, but she didn't see anything wrong with Li Xuandu, "By the way, why did you come back today so Early? Are the buns sold out?"

Li Xuandu said: "No, there is still a little left, I will go out and sell it later."

The old woman said: "Don't be too anxious, if you can't sell it, forget it."

Li Xuandu agreed, and when the old woman entered the room, he went to look at the basket of steamed buns again. Fortunately, there was nothing serious, and he could continue to sell them.He let out a long sigh of relief, took the back basket into the room, and went to change clothes.

After changing his clothes, he didn't go out right away. He lay straight on the bed and stared at the roof. The impact of that incident just now was too great for him. seen.

The original scene of life gradually emerged in front of his eyes. He had traveled here ten days ago.

Ten days ago, Li Xuandu was still a college student working hard for a better tomorrow.At night, he was reading an e-book in the dormitory. Suddenly, a fire broke out in the dormitory floor. The fire was so fierce that it was out of control when he found it.

On the way to escape, he saw a classmate trapped in the fire, so he went to help him, but he missed the opportunity to escape, and it was too late to escape again.

He watched helplessly as tongues of flame rushed towards his face, and then, a blinding white light appeared in front of him.He closed his eyes subconsciously, and when he opened them again, he was already here.

It was late at that time, and he stood alone on the street, looking at the streets and pedestrians that were completely inconsistent with the 21st century, and for a moment his mind was blurred.

Fortunately, he had watched a lot of TV dramas and novels, and thought carefully about what happened in the fire scene, and soon realized that he was wearing it. As for where he was wearing it, it is still unknown.

Li Xuandu stroked his hair, his short hair had turned into long hair, and even his clothes had changed.

Before Li Xuandu had time to think about his current situation, he saw a group of patrol officers and soldiers coming from a distance, shouting loudly: "The curfew time is coming, everyone hurry back!"

The people hastened to walk home, and Li Xuandu realized that there was a curfew here.He knew that if he was caught by officers and soldiers outside during the curfew dynasty, he was afraid that he would be in trouble.

He hurriedly searched for a hiding place, but he found it. It was a bridge hole. The small river was not too wide and there was not much water, just like a small stream.Hiding below should not be discovered, and spent the night in fear.He didn't come out until dawn, when people came out one after another.

The early morning morning market was very lively, and all kinds of delicacies exuded delicious smells, which made his already empty stomach even hungrier now.He touched his whole body, but there was not a single copper coin.

Li Xuandu could only try his best to pretend not to care. Later, he saw an old woman selling buns.The old lady's business was not good, and she couldn't sell a few from morning till night.Seeing that the sun was about to set again, Li Xuandu mustered up his courage and said to the old woman, "Ma'am, can you give me a steamed stuffed bun?"

The clothes on the old woman were shabby, and she had a kind face. Hearing this, she took out one and gave it to Li Xuandu: "Eat it, eat it."

After Li Xuandu took it gratefully, he took a bite, the bun was already cold, in fact, even if it wasn't cold, it might not be better than it is now.It was terrible, Li Xuandu had been hungry for a whole day, so he didn't care about it, he swallowed the bun in a few mouthfuls.

One bun was not full, and he was too embarrassed to ask for a second one. The old woman asked Li Xuandu, "Are the buns delicious?"

Li Xuandu didn't know what to say for a moment, but fortunately the old woman didn't expect him to answer, and immediately continued: "I know the buns I made are not tasty, and I am old, so what can I do if I don't make this?"

Li Xuandu asked curiously: "Auntie, who else is there in your family?"

"There is no one else," the old woman sighed heavily at this point, "The old man and his son are dead, and only I, the lonely old woman, is left alive."

Li Xuandu smacked his mouth secretly, asking you to ask nonsense.

The old woman said again: "Young man, what's the matter with you? Did you quarrel with your family?"

Li Xuandu quickly made up a reason: "I came here fleeing famine, and my hometown was hit by a severe drought. My family members died on the way to flee famine, and I was the only one left."

The old woman looked at him: "You are also a miserable person."

Li Xuandu didn't want to talk too much about it, for fear of making too many mistakes, suddenly he came up with an idea: "Ma'am, I can make steamed buns. I'm not talking big, the steamed stuffed buns I made are not delicious. You see Is this okay? I have no other place to go now, can you take me in? Give me a place to live, and I have something to eat. Then I will make buns for you, and then help you sell them. All the money you earn will belong to you , I don't want a penny."

The old woman didn't refuse: "If you say that, isn't my old lady taking advantage of you?"

"Is there anything to take advantage of or not to take advantage of? I am already very grateful to you for taking me in." Li Xuandu smiled.

The old woman said: "Even if you don't know how to make steamed stuffed buns, if you ask my aunt to take you in, she will agree. We are all hard-working people, and we can help if we can."

Li Xuandu smiled: "Auntie, do you agree?"

The old woman nodded again and again: "I agree."

Li Xuandu was very happy, and jokingly asked, "Ma'am, aren't you afraid that I'm a bad person?"

The old woman also smiled: "There is no good-looking villain like you, besides, even the villain is not afraid of the aunt, the only old lady in my aunt's family is me, an old lady, what can you lie to me?"

Seeing that it was getting late, the old woman stopped selling buns, so she packed up all the buns, Li Xuandu took the basket and carried it on her body, and left with the old woman.

Back home, it was already dark.The old lady was going to cook dinner and eat the unsold buns without doing anything else. Li Xuandu hurriedly took over and said, "Ma'am, let me do it."

After the steamed stuffed buns were heated up, the old woman was not willing to light the oil lamp, so the two chatted while eating in the dark.Li Xuandu inquired about some ingredients for making steamed buns. The stuffing was vegetables, and the meat could not be bought. There were almost no seasonings, and even the salt was pitifully low.

Fortunately, Li Xuandu thought about it carefully. If he wanted to make stuffed buns delicious, it would not be very difficult to rely on the only things he had, but it was definitely not as delicious as what he ate in modern times.For cooking, even if the same ingredients are used and the same process is used, the taste of two different people will not be the same.

Li Xuandu thought about tomorrow's matters, and then began to talk to the old lady.

After chatting for a long time, he finally figured out where he had come.

It turned out that he had transmigrated into the book he was reading before the fire broke out.

He had only read a few pages of that book, and he only knew that it was a fictional ancient text called "Tyrant".As the name suggests, the protagonist is a brutal monarch, the kind who cuts off people's heads at every turn.The tyrant also suffers from severe persecution paranoia, always feeling that everyone around him will harm him.Once you suspect someone, don't give a chance to explain at all, just cut off your head.

People wear books, or hold the plot in their hands, plan strategies, or dress up as a character with a particularly powerful identity, and hate the world.No matter how bad it is, you can wear it like cannon fodder, and you can have a name.Only him, dressed as an NPC, a background board without a name in the book!

At this time Li Xuandu was quite happy that he was dressed as an NPC, no matter how cruel and heartless the tyrant is, it has nothing to do with him.

After receiving these news, Li Xuandu felt a lot more at ease.He was optimistic by nature, and being here was not a bad thing compared to dying in a fire.

Come on, he will have a good life here.

The old woman told him to sleep in the room where his son had slept before, Li Xuandu was lying on the bed, surrounded by darkness, he really couldn't see his fingers.It’s been a long time since I’ve experienced such a dark feeling. The light pollution in modern cities is becoming more and more serious. Even if the lights are turned off in the dark, the house is still bright.

Suddenly, a small bright spot appeared in front of his eyes, floating around.Li Xuandu didn't know what it was, but he thought it was a firefly. He stretched out his hand and pointed at it. Immediately afterwards, his body seemed to be in a huge black system, only the thing in front of him that looked like a monitor was shining.

The word "system" is displayed in the middle of the big screen, and there is a line of small characters below it, which comes with benefits for travelers.

Li Xuandu was very surprised. Is this the system that all the traversers in the novel have?He even has it!Sure enough, reading more novels is still good.

Li Xuandu reached out to touch it again, and the big screen quickly changed to another scene, a bit like a grocery store, which displayed pictures and names of many items, but they were all gray.Li Xuandu clicked casually, but he couldn't order anything, it only indicated that the points were insufficient.

He studied it again, but he couldn't figure out how to get points.

He logged out of the system, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

After a good night's sleep, I got up early the next morning and started steaming buns.After Li Xuandu reconciled the stuffing of the buns, the old lady smelled them and said repeatedly that they smelled delicious, the buns must be delicious.

Li Xuandu is a little proud, his culinary skills are not bragging, he has that self-confidence.He was an orphan since he was a child, but he was taken in by an orphanage. He ate so-so food. Children were greedy, so he secretly went to the kitchen to figure out what to eat. Later, when he grew up, the Internet was developed, so he followed the instructions on the Internet. After going back and forth, I have practiced a good cooking skill.

After making the buns, Li Xuandu asked the old lady to taste one.The old lady was very satisfied after eating, and kept saying that the buns would be sold now.Li Xuandu picked up the steamed stuffed buns to the street, and the old woman watched from the side. The aroma of the steamed stuffed buns overflowed, and it didn't take long for someone to come and see.

Li Xuandu was able to speak well, so he told the man that he was too embarrassed not to buy it, so he had to buy one to try.Unexpectedly, I felt good after eating one, and I bought two more and said I would take it home to eat. If there is one, there will be two, and the buns are sold out in a short time.

The old lady was so happy that she could not close her mouth from ear to ear, and Li Xuandu was also very happy, and studied with her to buy some more ingredients and make a few more buns.He thought about making buns for the time being, and then making other things to sell when he had money in his hand.

His thoughts gradually came back, Li Xuandu turned over, the scene of the murder just now was vivid in his mind, it became more and more clear, the boy's last smile seemed to be imprinted in his mind, and he couldn't shake it off.

He sat up suddenly from the bed, shook his head, the buns were not sold out, and he had to continue to sell them.

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The young man stood on the street, surrounded by crowds of people coming and going, as if what happened just now had nothing to do with him.

"Your Majesty—" A man with gray temples bowed and came from behind. The man's figure was not like an ordinary man, and he had a beard around his chin. If you look carefully, you can find that the beard is sticky .

The young man didn't even look back, and looked towards the side of the street: "He's different from the people I've seen before. The people who sent me things in the past were all trying to get benefits from me. Or to me He harbored evil intentions and wanted to kill me. This is the first time someone gave me something just because he was afraid that I would be hungry. He should be killed, no one can make me feel different."

Eunuch Xi blessed the body again: "The old slave will ask someone to do it."

"Forget it, let's check him out. If it's an orphan, it's him," the young man seemed to be explaining to Eunuch Xi, and also seemed to be talking to himself, "There are no foreign relatives who can participate in politics, and some people are also extinct." The idea of ​​people wanting their own heir to be a queen! Wanting to use the queen to control me is simply wishful thinking!"