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

Xiao Jingzhe put on her clothes and hurried to the training room.

He hadn't seen his dance team for a long time and missed it very much.

All 21 members of the dance team had arrived, and they were not happy to see Xiao Jingzhe coming in.

They all wailed in their hearts: It's time to start practicing hard again. I heard from the housekeeper that I will practice two dances this time, and it only takes one and a half days.

Not enough time, I can't stand it, my body can't bear it, they can't do it...

The 21 handsome young men lined up in two rows, standing listlessly in the middle of the training room, and said something against their will: "Chu is in charge, I haven't seen you for a long time, I miss you very much."

This kind of dejected look that is going to be rehearsed for a dance, in front of him, are you not hiding it now?

Is it that hard to rehearse the dance?

Xiao Jingzhe didn't care about them, and said enthusiastically: "I haven't seen you for a long time, I miss you very much."

The entire dance team nodded sullenly.

Xiao Jingzhe thought for a moment, and said: "From now on, we will start practicing two dances. If you master it before tomorrow, you will share the net income of Wangshiju tomorrow."

The setting sun is getting earlier and earlier, and the opening time of the Lelan Pavilion has been advanced by two hours every night, and it has become You Hour, which is the opening time at [-] pm modern time.

The captain of the dance team immediately regained his spirits, and shouted loudly: "Shopkeeper, it's a deal, you can't go back on it."

There are many places in Wangshiju, the daily income of Lelan Pavilion alone is 3000 taels, plus theaters, brothels, inns...

Shopkeeper Chu is on stage again, and the number of customers will skyrocket tomorrow. It is estimated that he can earn at least 1 taels a day, and after deducting various costs and taxes, there will be at least 1 taels left.

Distributed to 21 of them, each person can get about 500 taels.

Posted, posted.

You have to do it, even if you break your leg, you have to practice before you tomorrow.

The others also became energetic immediately, and they all said enthusiastically: "Don't worry, shopkeeper Chu, you must practice well."

"We can."

Xiao Jingzhe smiled and said, "Very good."

"Start now."

"Obey." The 21 dance team members said in high spirits at the same time.

…………

When you are busy, time always flies very fast, and it will be the next afternoon in a blink of an eye.

In Weiyang Palace, Ji Ling was reviewing the memorial.

Qiu Lie walked for nine days, and the memorials sent by officials from other places were piled up in the books.

They were all long-winded and dispensable memorials, but they had to be answered, otherwise the Taiwei would not let him handle them.

The memorial in his hand was handed down by the governor of Yongzhou, and there were at least [-] words written on it, including [-] words describing the weather in Yongzhou this month, and [-] words describing a farmer hunting on the mountain. Only the wolf, with five hundred characters remaining, greeted the Taiwei and the emperor.

Ji Ling wrote the word "read" with a Chinese ink brush, and placed the memorial on the desk.

It is the duty of Qin Tianjian to report the weather to the imperial court. The governor of Yongzhou must repeat the weather conditions in Yongzhou in the memorial every month with more gorgeous and varied rhetoric.

Then use gorgeous words to write something that he thinks is very interesting, and finally greet him and the Taiwei.

He is the state pastor, the supreme leader of a state, an official jointly appointed by the Taiwei and him, directly subordinate to him and the Taiwei, and is not managed by other agencies.

The memorial he handed over must be handled by him or the Taiwei himself, and cannot be passed on to others.

You can't just read it directly, because sometimes the Yongzhou Pastor will insert [-] or [-] words into the [-]-word description of the weather, or a [-]-word meaningless incident, or a [-]-word greeting. , Tell about the major events that happened in Yongzhou, and seek his opinion.

Eunuch Xu came to exchange a pot of hot tea for Ji Ling, and after seeing the thickness of the memorial, he understood what had happened.

He said with a smile: "I'm reviewing the paperwork delivered by Yongzhou State Mudi again. Drink a cup of hot tea to calm down."

Eunuch Xu picked up the teacup and poured a cup of tea for Ji Ling.

Ji Ling picked up the teacup and took a sip slowly.

Fragrant aroma, mellow taste, meaningful aftertaste,

Ji Ling praised without hesitation: "This tea is not bad, where did you get it?"

Eunuch Xu immediately replied: "This tea is Taiyi Maojian, which is a tribute from Yongzhou."

"The huge Taiyi Mountains can only produce ten catties of Taiyi Maojian a year. This time, Yongzhou paid five catties and gave it to Weiyang Palace. The Taiwei has none at all."

The real reason is that the governor of Yongzhou sent the Yongzhou tribute and his special memorial to the Taiwei together. After reviewing his special memorial several times, the Taiwei became angry.

An order was issued to prohibit Yongzhou Zhou Mu from handing over memorials to him, and by the way, even Yongzhou tributes were banned.

Zhou Mu of Yongzhou felt that the Taiwei was a warrior who didn't know how to write, so he settled for the next best thing, and gave the monthly memorials and tributes to the emperor who knew how to appreciate them.

Ji Ling also knew the reason for this, he said indifferently: "Go and use the good golden nanmu box, and give me three catties of this Taiyi hair tip."

What the Taiwei didn't have, Mr. Chu certainly didn't have.

The texture of golden nanmu is warm and soft, the texture is elegant and quiet, and it is accompanied by bursts of fragrance. It is the best choice as a gift for friends.

Eunuch Xu asked: "Is the emperor going to send a friend off?"

Ji Ling smiled and said, "Yes."

Eunuch Xu immediately replied: "The old slave will immediately go to the imperial craftsmen and instruct them to make a gift box out of fine golden nanmu."

Then Eunuch Xu boldly guessed: "That friend must be Mr. Chu, this soft and elegant golden nanmu is really suitable for a modest gentleman like Mr. Chu."

A modest and modest son like Mr. Chu would not be a high-ranking official with real power, but be a musician.

Eunuch Xu looked down on musicians before, but Mr. Chu's kind of musicians are beyond his reach, and he admires them very much.

The emperor is with Mr. Chu, he is very relieved.

Ji Ling smiled, noncommittal.

Are you a gentleman?

He is clearly a cowardly and foolish ghost who knows nothing.

Suddenly, a little eunuch broke into Weiyang Palace in a hurry, and the guards did not stop him all the way. The little eunuch ran to Ji Ling without hindrance, handed him a ticket, and said in a hurry: "The performance time of Lelan Pavilion is here ahead of time." It's time for you, Mr. Chu is on stage tonight, and the business of Lelan House is booming, and the servants lined up two hours in advance to get a ticket."

Ji Ling took the ticket and glanced at it. The far left of the first row was the seat he had designated, and said happily, "Xun, let's go down."

The little eunuch said happily, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Ji Ling put the ticket into her sleeve, and asked Xu Gonggong to say: "I'm going out of the palace, and I won't be returning tonight."

The emperor has never been lazy in his administration. Eunuch Xu looked at the memorials piled up in the case, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "What should I do with these memorials?"

Ji Ling said: "I will review it tomorrow."

Eunuch Xu persuaded: "Your Majesty, the friendship between gentlemen is as thin as water, and going to see Mr. Chu so frequently will dilute the friendship between you. Enough is enough."

Ji Ling said, "I know."

Then he left without looking back.

Eunuch Xu: "..."

Encouraged by Xiao Jingzhe, the members of the dance team trained very quickly, and they had already mastered the dance of two songs before the opening of Youshi.

After more than ten days, Mr. Chu took the stage again, and the fans were extremely excited. Not only did they grab a thousand and one tickets in two quarters of an hour, they also entered the venue long in advance.

Xiao Jingzhe stayed behind the curtain beside the curtain, secretly looking at the auditorium.

At least [-]% of them are women, and almost all the people who came to the show this time are his fans.

Xiao Jingzhe smiled imperceptibly, and then looked at the leftmost seat in the first row, which was still vacant.

The voices of several women in the second row complaining were faintly heard.

"It's about to start, why don't the people in front come here?"

"That's right, if you don't come, why grab the first row, it's better to leave it to Miss Ben."

"It's all because Miss Ben's servant came late and didn't grab us a seat in the first row."

……

Xiao Jingzhe smiled sinisterly, Ji Ling must be very busy now.

As long as he uses the guarding soldier talisman as soon as possible, he may be able to come over to watch the last performance of the day, where the oiran plays the newly mastered little tune.

Suddenly a servant came to remind Xiao Jingzhe, "Shopkeeper Chu, the time has come, and it's time to go on stage."

Xiao Jingzhe took another look at the leftmost seat in the first row, but there was no one there.

He smiled and said, "I'll go now, my lord."

Immediately, Xiao Jingzhe returned to the backstage and led his exclusive dance troupe. Under the expectation of many fans, he appeared gracefully in a white embroidered gold dress.

All the audience roared loudly.

"Master Chu, you are finally on stage."

"I miss you so much, Mr. Chu."

"Master Chu is so handsome."

"My lady likes you, Mr. Chu."

"I also like you, Mr. Chu."

"Young Master Chu, Young Master Chu, Young Master Chu..."

…………

The order was completely out of control, and the shouts of the audience were so loud that they spread throughout the Wangshiju.

In the theater next door, which is 600 meters away from here, the audience all laughed and said, "You don't need to guess that it's Mr. Chu coming on stage with such momentum."

"Only Mr. Chu can cause such a sensation."

"I heard that Mr. Chu went out a few days ago. He didn't put on a disguise, which caused the East Street to be blocked."

"That's the East Street, which can accommodate ten carriages passing side by side. It was never blocked during the Lantern Festival. Mr. Chu went to play and caused the first blockage."

"I was lucky to be there at the time. There were so many people, it was very crowded, men and women were different, and it was not easy for me to squeeze in with those women, so I took a look outside. Mr. Chu is indeed a heavenly man."

……

Xiao Jingzhe waved his hand to signal for silence.

The fans just gradually quieted down.

Xiao Jingzhe said: "I was busy with business a few days ago, and I haven't come to see you on stage for more than ten days. I miss you very much."

The idol I admired said that I missed her, and some with low tears burst into tears, crying and whispering: "I miss you too."

Xiao Jingzhe continued: "This time, I will perform two songs for you to express my deep love and sincere gratitude to you."

The scene became noisy again, and the fans said one after another:

"you are welcome."

"Master Chu is worth it, and Mr. Chu will always be worth it."

"Young Master Chu will always be happy, Young Master Chu will always be happy..."

…………

Xiao Jingzhe slowly raised her hand gracefully, and the scene became quiet again.

Immediately, the lively and cheerful sound of the piano and the melodious Qiang flute sounded at the same time, and 21 handsome young men of the dance troupe danced at the same time.

Xiao Jingzhe sang: "Pick an apple, and wait for you to pass by the door..."

At the back door of Wangshiju, Ji Ling was fighting with the outlaws.

Holding a long stick in his hand, he swung it out with ease, and another desperado collapsed to the ground.

Half of the twenty desperadoes fell to the ground, or hugged their legs, or arms, or their heads... wailing loudly.

Not at all as fierce as when he came.

Holding a long stick in Ji Ling's hand, with a ruthless expression, she said methodically, "I missed the performance, you are finished."

If it wasn't for killing people at the back door of Wangshiju and affecting Wangshiju's reputation, he would have killed all these assassins already.

Ji Ling threw away the long stick, rushed into the remaining ten desperadoes, and quickly and powerfully performed a set of boxing techniques taught by Xiao Jingzhe to the city guards.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the remaining ten desperadoes with knives were all knocked down to the ground. They struggled hard for many times but failed to get up, screaming indistinctly.

"It hurts, it hurts, the strong man spares his life."

"Don't dare any more."

"Don't dare any more."

Ji Ling kicked the nearest outlaw hard, kicking him a meter away, then grabbed his shoulder and lifted him up, looked straight into the outlaw's eyes, and asked, "Who ordered you to assassinate me? "

The desperado trembled and said, "No, I don't know."

The people who spend money to instigate them are not only mysterious, but also very rich and powerful. They don't say that there is still a way out, if any news is leaked, not only will they die, but their relatives and friends will also suffer.

In the Lelan Pavilion, the performance of the two pieces has just finished, and the members of the dance team are leaving in an orderly manner.

According to the usual practice, Xiao Jingzhe should leave at this time.

The audience in the audience was extremely reluctant, and they all shouted to persuade him to stay.

"Young Master Chu, don't go, Young Master Chu, don't go..."

"One more song, one more song..."

"My lady only wants to see Mr. Chu, not Hua Kui."

…………

Xiao Jingzhe looked at the enthusiastic fans and stayed on stage as they wished.

Seeing that Mr. Chu didn't leave, the fans gradually became quiet.

Xiao Jingzhe said gratefully: "My lord, thank you for your love. In the future, my lord will repay you with more exciting performances."

"Please wait and see."

Then, amidst the shouts and praises of the audience, he slowly stepped off the stage and entered the backstage.