Quick time travel: The black-bellied boss is having sex with cannon fodder again

When Shen Ji opened his eyes, he felt that his eyes were sore, his whole body was weak, and his whole body felt cold, and when he breathed out, he was choked with water, and he quickly held his breath.

"Host, you are now in a frozen lake." 009 secretly laughed as he watched the extremely weak host soaked in the frozen lake, but his voice was extremely serious.

Shen Ji closed his eyes and used his spiritual energy to heal the wounds on his body.

With mental power released, he saw the scene outside.

He was at the bottom of a cliff, and the cliff was covered with icy edges, and the rare plants were also covered with ice and snow, and the place was covered in white.

The surface of the lake was frozen, but there was a hole, which was the trace of the original owner falling.

The spiritual power spread to the cliff, only to find a suspicious-looking person in night clothes.

"It's him."

"Yes host."

That is the killer who hunted down the original owner all the way and forced the original owner off the cliff.

Shen Ji regained some strength and swam up.

"Host, don't you want to kill?" 009 watched the host enter the space, and came out in a clean black robe after a while, but he didn't intend to do anything at all.

"009, you've been with me for so long, why are you still so stupid?" Shen Ji looked around, found a path, and walked into it.

009: Hehe.

009 lost the information to him and fell silent.

Shen Ji received materials while walking.

This is an ancient plane, where five countries in the entire continent stand side by side, with Xiang Guo as the leader, the country where the original owner is located.

The original owner is the regent of Xiangguo, with power in the government and the public. Although it is not tyrannical, it is also uncertain.

Although the little emperor held the coronation ceremony in advance because of his ascension to the throne, in fact he had just lost his coronation half a month ago.

The little emperor has no real power in his hands, and was supported by the original owner in the palace change a year ago. He is just a puppet emperor.

The imperial court is divided into two factions, one is the regent's side, and the other is the veterans of the court, the royalist faction, but the original master is too powerful, holding military and political power in his hands, the little emperor is incompetent, and the royalist faction is declining.

The little emperor had been secretly trying to seize power. Originally, the little emperor didn't have that kind of ambition, but his uncle told him that his mother's death was the work of the Shen family, so the little emperor and his uncle planned to seize power together.

The little emperor didn't know about the original owner's death, but his uncle was the mastermind behind the scenes.

The original owner had been hunted down for a day and a night. At this time, the government and the public should have heard the news of the regent's disappearance, and he should be called dead soon.

The wish of the original owner is to remove the third-party forces in the court, assist the little emperor to govern the country, and let Xiangguo go to a higher level——

No wonder, this is what Shen Ji wants to do, the original owner's wish is indeed to seize power.

The original owner of this third-party force doesn't know who wrote it, but from Shen Ji's point of view, it should be the little emperor's uncle who can't see the beginning and the end--Qu Congchuan.

At the end of the path is a cave, which is open, dry and warm, and there are springs one after another on the ground, which are steaming.

Shen Ji didn't stay long and walked out of the cave.

The world outside the cave is also covered in silver, and it is full of white scenery as far as the eye can see.

The breeze blew past, bringing a burst of coolness, as if it still had the taste of ice and snow.

Shen Ji was dressed in thin clothes. When he was standing there, the yushu was facing the wind, and the scenery was like the moon. In the vast expanse of whiteness, he was particularly conspicuous in his black clothes. His soft and long hair fluttered with the wind, sometimes covering his face, looming The silhouette is even more stunning.

The nearest inn to this place was also a mile away, Shen Ji directly fended off the sword, and returned to his mansion without much effort.

He covered his figure when he was wielding the sword, but no one could see it.

The Prince Regent's Mansion is quiet and unique, and every design is just right, making people feel that it should be so, but at this time the Palace is in chaos.

Shen Ji's appearance in the mansion made everyone overjoyed.

"See you, my lord, my lord, all blessings!" All the people bowed to each other.

"There's no need to be too polite." Shen Ji said lightly, "This king is back, let's call everyone back."

"Yes, my lord." The original owner's capable hand sank in response.

The imperial court also sent many people to look for the whereabouts of the regent, but Shen sent back but did not go to the palace to face the saint immediately.

He was thinking that it was getting late and it was inconvenient to enter the palace now.

But those who heard the news of the regent's return didn't think so. They lamented that the regent deserved to be the regent, so they didn't take the emperor seriously.

"He's back?" In the imperial study room, a young man in a black robe stood with his hands behind his back in front of the window, looking at the snowflakes falling outside, and asked softly.

The young man's black robe is embroidered with a lifelike golden dragon with gold thread, and his posture of wandering, as if he will turn into a real dragon and soar to the sky in the next moment.

The luxurious and heavy clothes outlined his waist, his thin figure and his bloodless white face made him look extremely weak, as if he would fall down in a second.

"Return to the emperor, the regent returned to the palace intact, but no one saw how he returned." A black figure appeared in the corner, respectfully in a hoarse and not very nice voice.

"I see." Xiang Xijue's eyes flashed with deep meaning, and he coughed violently after speaking.

"Cough cough cough..."

"Your Majesty, it's windy outside, you'd better close the windows." That voice said.

Xiang Xijue finally stopped coughing, returned to the desk, sat by the stove and stared at the fire, his eyes gradually drifted away, and began to lose focus.

The cough made his face turn red, and the firelight reflected his face, making his whole body no longer as unreal as it was just like a fairy, tainted with smoke and fire.

There is not a single memorial on the desk.

When Shen Ji came to the study, the corners of his eyes twitched as he looked at the neatly stacked memorials.

Why should such tiring drudgery be taken upon oneself?

After roughly flipping through these memorials, most of them are about snow disaster relief.

The snow this year is heavier than any other year, and thousands of houses have been crushed, and many people have nowhere to go.

This year's autumn harvest is also twice as small as usual, and the snowstorm has caused famine among the people.

There are not a few who simply freeze to death.

Shen Ji picked up a pen and wrote down the red batch.

009 glanced at it, and said "read" in the same way.

How serious was the regent's review of the memorial in the past, but now when the host comes, he starts to be perfunctory.

The questions on the memorial are very unified, so it is possible to discuss this question in a unified manner when the court tomorrow, and now let him write a letter of instructions, and Shen Ji will not do it.

The only consolation is that none of these memorials dare to talk to the regent, otherwise they will pile up into mountains.

The next day...

"The Emperor is here!"

"Long live my emperor! Long live!"

All the ministers knelt down in unison, and the sound of greetings resounded through the hall.

There was only one person who was extremely conspicuous. He stood upright in a black official uniform. Both his posture and his clothes were incompatible with the brown and red official uniform of the person beside him.

The little emperor was also dressed in a black dragon robe. He walked up to the high position slowly, and the crown shook slightly as he walked.

His eyes lingered on the regent for a moment, and then he said, "Everyone is flat."

The little emperor's voice was crisp, but more of a calmness that was deliberately lowered.

"The regent is back?" Xiang Xijue looked at Shen Ji with a flat voice.

"Ding—the task is released, and the strategy is Xiang Xijue. The current task progress is 0%."

"Back to the emperor, my minister was assassinated the day before yesterday, and he was able to escape thanks to the opportunity. My minister was absent from the court for no reason. Please forgive me."

Shen Ji stared straight at Xiang Xijue, and the eyes of the two collided in the air. The latter tightened his palms and tried not to look away.

"Assassination? The regent is injured, I allow you to take a vacation to recuperate, Dali Temple Secretary, this matter must be thoroughly investigated!" Xiang Xijue was finally able to look away and heaved a sigh of relief.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Dali Siqing took the order.

"I'm fine as a humble minister, please take care of the emperor." Shen Ji's lips curled slightly.

Xiang Xijue always felt that the other party looked at him very strangely, but he couldn't tell where the blame was.