How I survived after killing eight emperors in a row [Transmigration Book]

The strange behavior of the three candidates attracted the attention of the people around them for a moment. They immediately got up and sat on the chairs, smiled awkwardly, and said at a loss: "The legs are weak, hehe, the legs are weak."

Ji Ling was sitting in the corner behind them, and after witnessing this scene, she was even more convinced that the person on the stage was the Taiwei who had misbehaved in the court hall a few days ago.

Now it seems that he is not so annoying, and it is rare for Ji Ling to seriously appreciate the performance.

Her dancing posture, demeanor, singing voice, and every move are full of free and easy, just like a real young and frivolous young scholar in fresh clothes and angry horse.

It's not like the annoying affectation of ordinary advocates, and it's not like the frightening cold-blooded cruelty of Taiwei.

After Xiao Jingzhe left the stage, Ji Ling immediately left the Le Lan Pavilion.

He went to find Xiao Jingzhe, but after failing, he followed the flow of people and searched carefully all the places where Wangshiju could be visited.

All architectural styles do not conform to Taiwei's aesthetics.

The guards don't have the strong physique of the soldiers, let alone the fierce eyes of the soldiers who look down on human life after a long battle. They are ordinary people, not the subordinates of the Taiwei.

Wangshiju should not have much to do with Taiwei.

After the investigation, it was dark and the palace gates had already been closed, so Ji Ling didn't plan to go back to the palace.

He went to the inn to ask for an upper room, and when the servant handed him the key, Ji Ling gave the servant two taels of silver and asked in a low voice, "Can you tell me how I can meet Mr. Chu?"

What happened these days is too ridiculous, what is Xiao Taiwei's intention?

You have to go and talk to Chu Mu yourself.

It's really good to work in Wangshiju. Today, 22 guest officials have secretly sent him money, asking how they can meet shopkeeper Chu.

The servant quickly hid the silver in his pocket, approached Ji Ling with ease, and whispered back: "Chu Mu is the shopkeeper of our Wangshiju, it's not like we can see him just by seeing him, and we don't see the shopkeeper Chu on weekdays. But In the afternoons of the last few days, shopkeeper Chu will perform on stage at the Le Lan Pavilion, and guest officials can go to Le Lan Residence in advance to wait."

It took him a lot of effort to go out of the palace this time, and he doesn't know when he will come out next time, such a method will not work at all.

Ji Ling gave the servant another two taels of silver, and asked, "How can I meet shopkeeper Chu today?"

The little servant quickly put away the money, and said with excitement and helplessness: "Today, 22 guest officers have asked me how to meet shopkeeper Chu. You are the one who gave the most money. For the sake of so much money, let me tell you." You, shopkeeper Chu lives in Qianyunju, the courtyard in the middle of the five gates, the guest officer can squat there, be careful, the courtyard at the five gates is heavily guarded, if you are caught, don't give me away."

"Thank you very much." Ji Ling took the key and turned to leave.

The inn is at the fourth entrance, and Qianyunju is at the fifth entrance. The distance is very close, only separated by a wall and a large bamboo forest.

A while later, Ji Ling came near the fifth gate, and there was a drunk and fat man who was arguing with the six guards at the gate.

Ji Ling immediately turned around and walked into the bamboo forest, using the bamboo to hide herself, and approached slowly.

The guards in front had firm eyes and a strong body. They looked like soldiers of the city guard army.

In recent years, under the hands of Taiwei Xiao, the guard army has become more and more fierce.

The fat man scolded angrily: "My young master is going to see Mr. Chu, please let me in as soon as possible."

The guard captain at the front on the left sternly refused: "The backyard is not a place for you to play, so leave quickly."

The fat man raised his hand, pointed at the captain of the guard unsteadily, and continued to curse: "Do you know who I am?"

The guards all looked ahead and guarded carefully, without giving him a look.

The fat man didn't feel any embarrassment at all, and said confidently: "I am Ruan Kang, the son of Mr. Ruan, the chairman of the Capital Chamber of Commerce, and I will negotiate with Mr. Chu about taxes on behalf of my father."

The guards still didn't give him a look.

If it weren't for Ruan Kang being the son of Ruan Ji, the president of the Capital Chamber of Commerce, Ruan Ji was known as a protector of his weaknesses, and he would have been in some trouble if he provoked them. They had already drawn their swords to each other.

The fat man was completely angry, and he rushed up with his huge body of at least two hundred catties.

The guards were still standing straight on the spot, and Ruan Kang's full force didn't make them move a bit.

Taking advantage of their stalemate, Ji Ling came to the depths of the bamboo forest and easily jumped into the wall with the help of bamboo.

The farce outside the door had also ended. The more the guards ignored Ruan Kang, the more he could mess around. In the end, the guards were afraid of disturbing Mr. Chu's tranquility, so they directly drew their swords and put them on Ruan Kang's neck.

Ruan Kang was not afraid of death and jumped up and asked: "Come on, come on, I really hurt my young master if I have the ability."

In the capital, no merchant dared to hurt Ruan Kang.

The guards controlled the swords and slowly approached Ruan Kang's neck.

Blood immediately stained the silver-white blade red.

How dare you hurt him!

Ruan Kang was so frightened that he fell to the ground with a thud, and quickly ran away while rolling and crawling.

He raised his hand and pointed at the guard, hesitating and shouting angrily: "You guys, give it to me, wait for me, young master."

"Master Ben, go home and tell your father that you have violently refused to pay taxes, and let him put you and shopkeeper Chu in jail."

At that time, not only would he see Young Master Chu whenever he wanted, but Young Master Chu would also obediently listen to him.

Ignorant children, whimsical.

The guards returned to their positions, not even bothering to give him alms with a mocking look.

There was still a bamboo forest outside the wall, Ji Ling walked cautiously to the edge of the bamboo forest, and secretly glanced at Qianyunju in the middle.

On both sides of the gate of Qianyunju, there are six guards in plain clothes standing on each side.

You can't go through the main entrance, if the city guards recognize him, the Taiwei will know that he has sneaked out of the city, waiting for him is at least a tight surveillance, and at worst it is a disaster of death.

At that time, he will either be unable to move an inch, or die in Huangquan.

Ji Ling quietly walked to the east side of Qianyunju, and quietly turned inside.

There was so little movement that the thirty guards standing in two rows along the road in the courtyard didn't notice it.

Ji Ling moved slowly along the corner of the wall, and soon saw an open window, Xiao Jingzhe was standing beside the desk writing.

He leaped forward without hesitation.

Xiao Jingzhe, who was practicing calligraphy in the study, sensed that someone was intruding, so he quietly put his unsightly calligraphy work on the desk into his sleeve, without any panic.

His movements are chic, his expression is indifferent, and he is not procrastinating, as expected of him.

The every move that he specially practiced when he was an idol has already penetrated into his bones, allowing him to maintain a perfect image all the time.

He is very satisfied with this first show. It seems that he has gained such a strong fan. Today, he specially brought dozens of bodyguards, but none of them stopped him.

A world with martial arts is just extraordinary.

He is Xiao Daxing, and his charm is still the same.

Xiao Jingzhe turned around slowly with a slight smile on her face.

"I don't know why this dear friend visited late at night?"

Ji Ling!Ji Ling was sitting on the couch by the window and looked at him with interest, like a bird of prey looking at its wounded prey.

Xiao Jingzhe felt a little suffocated.

very scary!Still terrible!very scary!

The f*cking male protagonist is even better at acting than him. He is respectful and submissive in front of the captain, and he is superior in front of other people, despising everything, and scaring him to death.

Don't panic, don't panic, don't panic.

This situation has long been expected. According to the human design, he is now an ordinary citizen. When he sees the emperor, what should he... what should he do?

His mind was fuzzy, but his body reacted subconsciously, and he quickly bent down and bowed his hands in salute: "See the emperor."

To be so afraid of him and cowardly is definitely not the living Yan Luo Xiao Taiwei who used him as a servant.

Ji Ling played with taste: "Chu Mu?"

Xiao Jingzhe immediately replied, "Yes."

Ji Ling still stared at him playfully, without saying a word.

The pressure is so great, being stared at by Ji Ling like prey, I feel uncomfortable all over, I feel like I am the fish on the chopping board, and Ji Ling is the cook with a knife, thinking about chopping it into pieces and braised it?Or draw a few knives on it and steam it?

It's really terrible, what's wrong with fish?

After a while, Xiao Jingzhe was defeated, dogleg said: "Don't worry, the emperor, today you sneak out of the palace, I will not inform the Taiwei."

"The emperor visited the humble house late at night, what's the matter? If the grass people can help, they will do their best to relieve the emperor's worries."

Please, stop staring at him erratically, I'm sweating all over my body, and my mentality has collapsed.

If he does this again, he will...he kneels down! ?

It may be that he realized that Chu Mu was too timid, and if he continued like this, he would collapse, and then he would not be able to ask any useful information.

Ji Ling showed great kindness, put away her aggressive attitude, and said expressionlessly, "What's your relationship with the Taiwei?"

When the enemy advances, we retreat, and when the enemy retreats, we advance.

Ji Ling finally stopped being so scary.

It's time for him to play.

Xiao Jingzhe glanced at him and said timidly, "I am his substitute."

Ji Ling played with a teacup.

"Oh? This is the first time I've seen such a willful and reckless double who lives on the bright side."

Xiao Jingzhe clenched his fists, his hands and legs trembled slightly, trying to create a scene where he was scared and forced.

"About [-] days ago, the Taiwei suddenly found me. At that time, his breathing was unsteady, his face was pale, and he had difficulty moving. A strong man supported him so that he could move slowly."

"The Taiwei ordered me to guard the palace instead of him, so he left in a hurry without telling me what to do."

"And I don't know a few big characters, and I can't even read the memorial. When I encounter something, I can only seek others."

"I knew I didn't do well. When the Taiwei came back, he confessed to him. Instead of punishing me, he even helped me get dressed, saying that I am free, and I can do whatever I want in the future."

Ji Ling looked at him questioningly, and asked, "Is this true?"

Xiao Jingzhe immediately raised a hand and swore: "It is absolutely true, if it is false, let me, Chu Mu, die without a burial place, and go to the [-]th floor of hell after death, and endure the punishment of the mountains of swords and seas of fire."

Immediately, he quickly took out the five calligraphy works in his sleeves, handed them to Ji Ling with both hands, and said, "Your Majesty, look, this is a work I wrote just now to practice literacy. I really don't know many characters."

Ji Ling glanced at it, it was simply unsightly.

The handwriting is extremely ugly, with no charm and style in every stroke. There are more than 30 characters written on a piece of paper. Either the strokes are wrong or the strokes are missing, and none of them are correct.

Children who have just learned to read at the age of four can write better than him.

Ji Ling took the five works and looked through them carefully.

The ink on one of them was wet and freshly written.

He shouldn't have lied to him.

Ji Ling returned these works to him, turned and left.

Before going out, he said blankly: "Five cards, only one word is correct."