The Immortal Monarch Xia was deceived

Under the guidance of Yang Nianyuan's enthusiasm, thoughtfulness, humility and respect, Chi Si came to the Golden Luan Hall.

The radiance pierced through the clouds, reflecting dazzling brilliance on the water-drop copper dragon that locks the golden beast.The smoke locks the clouds, lingering around the most supreme power in the world.

There are nine main halls, a high platform with bright mirrors, a floor paved with gold bricks, and dragon chairs carved with lacquer gold.

Chi Si went straight north for a few steps and sat on the dragon chair.

There were only a few guards and internal servants on duty in the hall, and when they saw the national teacher coming, they were frightened into a cold sweat by this rebellious act of presumptuousness before they had time to salute.

"Nation, National Teacher", Yang Nianyuan stuttered in shock, "This, this is the dragon chair..."

"I know," Youlan's ending sounded cold, "Why, I can't sit?"

Except for the emperors in the world, anyone who sits here will be beheaded. If it gets into the ears of the emperor, he may also be implicated.

But the national teacher in front of me is a god who descended from the earth...

Yang Nianyuan put his heart away, put away all hesitation, and bowed his head in compliment: "There is no place in the world where the national teacher cannot sit."

Chi Si sneered and ignored him.

He sat upright for a while, leaned back for a while, changed several postures, and finally sneered: "It doesn't feel special to sit here."

Not as comfortable as a soft chair at home.

But this is the chair Yang Wentuo wanted to sit on.

Yang Nianyuan stood aside with downcast eyes, not knowing how to answer.

After a few breaths, I heard a lazy and cold voice beside me: "Tell me about Yang Wentuo."

Yang Nianyuan was taken aback, although he didn't know why he would suddenly ask Yang Wentuo, but he also told him in detail, answering every question.

"Fourth brother, he is born of Concubine Hui."

"Who is Concubine Hui?"

"Concubine Hui is the daughter of Shuofang Qihou's family."

It turns out that the real surname is Qi.

Chi Si nodded: "Continue."

"Concubine Hui has been in the palace for less than two years, and died of dystocia when she gave birth to her fourth brother. The fourth brother was later adopted by Concubine Hua, but Concubine Hua also passed away within a few years. He was left in the palace without anyone to take care of him, and his father granted him permission Go back to uncle Shuofang's house."

"He was congenitally weak, weak and sick since he was a child, and he said that he would not live to be ten years old. But I don't know what method Qihou used to cure his illness. It is said that he worshiped a Jianghu man as his teacher and practiced some kind of kung fu. "

Yang Nianyuan's voice was calm and calm, but it implied that it was a pity why Yang Wentuo didn't die, and anyone with a heart would know it as soon as he heard it.

Chi Si's eyes dimmed.

No wonder Yang Wentuo's skin was pale and cold, and he couldn't cover it up.

It's no wonder that he has no family relationship with the Yang family.

He is just the product of checks and balances between the royal family and the princes for power.

"What else? When did he arrive in the capital?"

Yang Nianyuan thought for a moment: "About three or four years ago. He was named Linyuan King when he reached the crown, and he has been in Beijing since then."

There is only so much that can be said about this brother.

In the imperial city for three or four years, the intrigue between brothers is not humane.

"If the old man dies, who should sit on the throne?"

Yang Nianyuan didn't expect the national teacher's disrespectful words to be so blatantly blatant, and once again he was stunned and speechless.

After a while, he said: "Father has long appointed the second brother as the crown prince. The second brother is born of the empress."

Seeing that the national teacher seemed suspicious, he explained in detail: "The elder brother is the eldest son of the concubine, and his mother's family power is not high, and the second brother is the son. Then I am the king."

He originally wanted to explain to the national teacher that his mother's family had a seal and a noble status, but he was interrupted impatiently.

"When the old man dies, it will be the crown prince. If the crown prince passes, it will be you. Only when you die will it be his turn?"

Yang Nianyuan was taken aback again.

Although the words were not clearly stated, everyone knew that the other party was referring to the throne.

Chi Si snorted coldly.

No wonder Yang Wentuo wanted to kill his father and brother.

If you don't rebel, you probably have no hope in this life.

He raised his eyes to look at Yang Nianyuan, and a hint of mockery flashed in his evil eyes: "What about you? Do you want to take this seat?"

Yang Nianyuan was silent for a few breaths.The national teacher talked with him just now, and his words were blatant without any respect and awe for the emperor. If these words spread to other people's ears, he would also be punished for disrespect.

Anyway, the matter has come to this, it is better to let go of the talk.Since the other party was so outspoken, he didn't need to evade any more.

He glanced at the dragon chair: "The throne with power over the world, who wouldn't want to sit on it?"

Chi Si was very satisfied with this blunt answer, and gave the other party an insignificant compliment.

After a while, he asked again: "Where's Yang Huiyu? Also belongs to your Yang family?"

"No." Yang Nianyuan replied, "After the fourth younger brother returned to Beijing, he began to recruit people from Jianghu sects to serve as officials. Yang Huiyu was recommended by the fourth younger brother and the governor of Qi, and he single-handedly promoted him."

"Master Yang is superb in martial arts, and he is the number one master in my dynasty. Unfortunately..." He sighed regretfully, "He is a member of the fourth brother, so he cannot be used by me. I have also recruited a few masters in martial arts, but their martial arts are not good enough. Not as good as Yang Huiyu."

"However, I once heard a secret anecdote," he lowered his voice, "Yang Huiyu may have been born with a folk girl when my father was traveling in his incognito clothes, and he also has royal blood."

Chi Si hummed indifferently, not caring about Yang Huiyu's gossip at all.

After sitting on the dragon chair for a while, he told Yang Nianyuan again: "Take me to the emperor's bedroom."

When the two of them walked to the bedroom in the back hall, Yang Nianyuan stopped in his tracks: "Didn't the national teacher already go in yesterday?"

The emperor's bedroom, he can't enter at will without being called.

"I didn't look carefully yesterday." The corner of Chi Si's mouth twitched, showing boundless arrogance, "Why, do you need someone's consent?"

He also asked Ming Yang Wentuo's identity after he left the dormitory.

Before he could speak, he walked directly into the inner hall.

Yang Nianyuan gritted his teeth and followed in to express his sincerity.Having reached this point, there is no need to worry about the etiquette between father and son, monarch and minister of the emperor in the world.

The emperor had just recovered from a serious illness, and just woke up from his midday nap, when he saw Chi Si's face embarrassed: "What's the matter with the national teacher? What kind of elixir should I eat?"

Chi Si didn't answer, glanced around the room for a week, went straight to the dragon couch and sat down.

The servants all looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing what the national teacher meant.

This is the dragon bed, except for the emperor, only the concubines who are favored can sleep on it.

Is the national teacher going to serve the bed? !

The national teacher's appearance is overwhelming, even more beautiful than the most beautiful imperial concubine among the three thousand beauties.If you are not a fairy, you will definitely get the grace.But no matter how powerful the emperor is, he probably doesn't have the guts...

Chi Si looked down upon himself so proudly that he didn't care about the gorgeous fantasies of the humble ants.

There was only one thought in his mind: this was the bed Yang Wentuo wanted to sleep in.

After sitting for a while, Chi Si asked: "Those princesses, county lords, and officials' ladies, are there any prettier than me?"

The servants stood there in shock, wondering if they had heard something wrong.

After a few breaths of silence in the dormitory, Yang Nianyuan was the first to speak: "The national teacher's celestial beauty is unmatched by anyone in the world."

"So you want to have sex with me?"

Even Yang Nianyuan, who was so eloquent, was shocked and at a loss.

He wholeheartedly wanted to curry favor with this true immortal, so as to obtain true immortality.

But he still doesn't know the temperament of the other party for the time being, and he doesn't know how to answer to satisfy him.

After a few breaths, he replied: "My fair lady, a gentleman is so sweet."

Chi Si snorted and laughed, got up and left the bedroom.

"Take me to the place where Yang Wentuo lived before."

"This..." Yang Nianyuan hesitated, "After Concubine Hua passed away, no one lived in that palace again."

"Take me there. I don't want to say it again."

Under the guidance of the other party, Chi Si came to the uninhabited cold palace.

A few willows hanging lifelessly on the palace wall, the palace wall has been in disrepair for a long time, and the red paint is peeling off and mottled.

Pushing open the cobweb-covered palace door and entering the house, there are still some utensils and furnishings in the house, which still maintain the appearance of the previous owner.

The house was covered with thick dust, and there was a musty dampness in the air that had not been ventilated for a long time.

He pushed open the window lattice, the sky outside the house shone, and the dust jumped and flew in the light entering the pillars.

"Starting today, I will live here."

Yang Nianyuan was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly ordered the maid in the palace to clean up the house for Daojun to live in.

"Did the national teacher and the fourth brother know each other before?" He wanted to ask before, but now he finally had the courage to ask.

"Yang Wentuo... I don't know him." Chi Si smiled, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed across his cold eyes, "But it doesn't matter, there will be time to get to know each other again in the future."