The Demon King smashed his brain

Yudu, the capital of the Yin Dynasty, is also one of the most prosperous cities.

In the teahouse full of people, the storyteller is telling the legendary stories of the current Holy Majesty vividly.

It is said to be a legend, but in fact the current emperor has only just come of age. I don't know how true these stories are, and the people in the teahouse just listen to them for fun.

"...In the first year of the Huanli calendar, His Majesty was conferred the crown prince right after he was born, not only because His Majesty's biological mother was the empress, but also for a very important reason."

When the storyteller said this, he paused on purpose, and took a sip of tea as if he was thirsty, causing the people below to urge him to continue slowly.

At that time, the national teacher was watching the stars at the Sitianjian at night, and saw the Emperor Ziwei star hanging high.

That night, the queen gave birth to the prince. The national teacher meant that this son was the real dragon emperor sent by the heavens. In the future, he would be a generation of Mingjun who could make Dayin prosperous for a hundred years.

In the same year, the first emperor died, and the infant Yang emperor ascended the throne, and the queen mother listened to the government behind a curtain.

The storyteller directly said that Emperor Yang was a young talent, talented and intelligent. The queen mother withdrew the curtain early and retreated to the harem.

Someone laughed and said, "Sir! Even if you blow out flowers to His Majesty, His Majesty won't hear you, and won't give you a reward!"

The storyteller snorted: "This statement is wrong! My admiration for His Majesty is like a torrent of river water! It is sincere and sincere!"

"I've heard what you said a long time ago. Hasn't it been spread all over the place? Is there anything... about the secrets of the royal family?"

"I heard that the late emperor had a very close relationship with the concubines. When the late emperor died, except for the empress at that time, who is now the empress dowager, who took pity on the youngest son, the rest of the concubines bought poisoned wine and went with the late emperor. What do you think..."

"Hey! Shut up! Don't you dare to talk about the Empress Dowager in secret? People don't care if the storyteller admires His Majesty. If you are heard by someone who cares, you will lose your head!"

Several people were stopped, with resentful expressions.

They thought in their hearts, how can there be so many true feelings in the imperial palace where they are fighting for status?Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that the Queen Mother must have done something, but they dare not say it.

Now that His Majesty is young, there is only the Empress Dowager in the harem, no matter how one person is less than ten thousand, isn't it still cold and lonely?

The storyteller didn't hear their discussion, he just shook his head and continued to narrate. A young man in rich clothes passed by a teahouse and caught his name by chance. Go forward.

"Your Majesty, my lord, my lord! You can go slowly!!"

A tall and thin man squeezed out of the crowd with difficulty, and nervously followed beside the boy.

"Look there are so many people here, if, if something happens, what can we do!" He said, and then said: "What are you looking for, just say no to me and the servants below. It’s gone, there’s no need to work so hard to come out in person!”

After finishing speaking, he lowered his voice again: "If you have something wrong, the empress dowager will tear me down!"

"Didn't she agree with everything?" The young man didn't care, "It's so crowded here, maybe half of them are hidden guards."

"Then, isn't there another half!"

Eunuch Li wiped the sweat from his brow.

He really couldn't figure it out, shouldn't this be considered a private visit on Weibo?

Your Majesty said that the queen mother agreed, so there is no way for the queen mother to disagree.

It is said that if the emperor is too young, he is likely to be used by those who want to become a puppet, but now that his majesty is just an adult, it seems a bit strange to say that the whole court is obedient to him, but this is the actual situation.

Fortunately, His Majesty is a Mingjun, otherwise, according to this kind of influence, he still has control... The consequences would be unimaginable.

Everyone seems to be just rejoicing, thinking that having such a master is the luck of the Yin Dynasty. No one finds it strange that the emperor is at the top of the power pyramid, so it is not normal to obey him?

His majesty is so civil and military, and now he can vaguely glimpse the future prosperity, and the older generation of ministers are often full of relief, lamenting that it is worthy of the birth of the emperor Ziwei.

Regarding this part, what the storyteller in the teahouse said is true, but there is still a part missing.

At that time, besides the Ziwei emperor star hanging high, the national teacher observed that there was also a celestial evil star. The two stars were very close to each other, almost indistinguishable from each other, which made the national teacher terrified.

Such astrology means that the road ahead for the new emperor will not be smooth sailing, and the person representing the evil star will surely bring disaster in the future, and may even pose a threat to the emperor star.

Ordinary people definitely don't know that the rumor that the emperor is Ziwei Dixing can increase their loyalty to the emperor, and if the remaining half is spread, it will only bring unnecessary anxiety.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! What are you looking for? At least tell this servant, so that this servant can help you!"

Eunuch Li had nothing to do with the young man, since he couldn't persuade him to go back, he could only hope that the young man would find what he was looking for as soon as possible, and then return to the palace as soon as possible.

The young man ignored him, he stopped and walked all the way, and then turned into a dark alley seemingly at random.

Eunuch Li followed closely behind him, his nerves were tense all the time, and he saw a man fell down at the end of the alley.

He glanced at it and thought it should be a beggar on the side of the road. He didn't pay attention, but saw the boy stop and laughed.

"Found it," he said. "Bring him back."

"What, what?" Eunuch Li was startled, "This..."

"If you find someone, I won't hide it from you," the young man said to Eunuch Li, squatting in front of the beggar, he didn't feel dirty, on the contrary, he brushed the beggar's forehead hair with pity, Facing a pair of misty eyes.

He knew that someone was approaching him, and he didn't know what this person wanted to do.

Even if he really wanted to do something to him, he had no strength left.

Thinking of this, Qi'er closed his eyes calmly.

But the next moment, he heard that nice voice saying: "It's the will of God."

"God asked me to find him, because he will be a good general in the future."

The beggar was taken back like this.

The young emperor said that he was a child of the Yin family, and after the attendants found the token of the Yin family on him.

The head of the Yin family was approaching his sixtieth birthday, so he hurried to confirm.

There are four sons under his knees. At first, he thought it was some son who committed crimes when he was young, but finally found out that they were the children of his youngest daughter who had been missing for many years.

His youngest daughter insisted on entering the palace with Concubine Wei earlier and became Concubine Wei's maid, and she was so angry that he fell on his back. After the emperor died, all the concubines followed the emperor, but she never heard from her again, so she could only Sad tears flowed when she died in the palace.

There is a token on the beggar's body. After he wakes up, he asks and listens to his description. He does not know who his father is. He has lived with his mother since he was a child. However, his mother's madness is getting worse day by day, and then one day he suddenly disappears. one.

When Yin Huai passed by, it was two days later, and I specially waited for him to recover a little so that he wouldn't be so weak.

He didn't let anyone follow him, and told the attendants to stay outside, and entered the room by himself.

The beggar has been tidied up, revealing a handsome face, before he opened his eyes, he could see the sword eyebrows and stars behind him, he heard the footsteps coming, his eyes widened in shock when he saw Yin Huai, and then hurriedly got out of bed, He staggered a bit because of his haste, and just knelt down on the ground, pressing his forehead to the ground.

"You know who I am?"

"...I don't know."

"Then why are you doing such a big favor to me?"

"Although I don't know who you are, you must be distinguished, not to mention you are my benefactor," Qi'er said without moving, "My mother... my mother once taught me."

"What's your name?"

"Yin Jiuzhao."

He didn't have a name at first, but for some reason, Mother didn't give him a decent name all this time, she just called him Zhao'er, and besides Mother, no one would call him anymore, so the name seemed to be lost useful.

When he returned to Yin's house, the old man asked him the same question, and he answered in this way, and then he only heard the old man sigh, and after that, he got the name "Yin Jiuzhao".

The source is very simple, crowned with "Yin" surname, line nine.

Yinhuai: "Yin Jiuzhao."

When Qi'er heard the name, he paused for a moment, and it took a short reaction time to realize that he was calling himself.

He responded, and heard the person in front of him raise his head.

When Yin Jiuzhao raised his head according to his words, he finally saw the appearance of this noble man clearly.

On the day he was picked up, his consciousness was blurred, and he only remembered the pleasant fragrance. Looking at the other person's attire now, he felt that the other person's status was probably much higher than he thought.

But no matter how high and powerful it is, where can it go?

He followed his mother to discuss life on the street, and he didn't have much knowledge. Even if he knew that Yinhuai had a noble status, he couldn't tell what his position was.

In addition, when he saw that face, even if he searched his brains, he couldn't find any suitable words. He could only say that it was really indescribably beautiful.

Yin Jiuzhao saw that he was squatting in front of him just like he was back then, and his movements looked very wanton, not as disciplined as those of the family's children.

"Take off your shirt."

Yinhuai said.

Yin Jiuzhao's heart skipped a beat, and he stared at Yinhuai closely, as if he didn't expect him to say such an order.

He was silent for a while, not knowing what Yinhuai was going to do, but he didn't say anything, and silently unbuttoned his shirt.

The exposed body, although it can't be said to be skinny, is also malnourished visible to the naked eye.

Yinhuai's fingertips touched his slightly thin chest, and then he put his whole hand on his heart. When Yin Jiuzhao felt the heat that seemed to be spreading all over his body, and couldn't help but tremble, he was caught. He fell directly to the ground.

Yin Jiuzhao's vision flickered, and suddenly turned into brown beams.

He froze for a moment, and the next moment an uncontrollable low gasp escaped from his mouth, he subconsciously wanted to reach out to grab the hand that was pressing on his chest, and the dazzlingly white skin flashed before his eyes , Afraid that he would scratch someone lightly or severely, so he could only stop forcefully, and his whole body tensed up.

That hand walked over his body, as if touching his bones through the flesh, or holding an invisible soft knife, piercing straight into his bone marrow.

There might be poison on the knife, which paralyzed his nerves, accelerated his blood, and made his heart beat violently.

He seemed to be stupid, and didn't react at all until he saw a drop of blood dripping from the fingertip of the other party.

Yin Jiuzhao's pupils constricted suddenly, and just as he was about to open his mouth, Yin Huai got up from him and wiped the blood from his hand on his face casually.

"It's so beautiful," Yin Huai laughed, "It just needs to grow better, and it doesn't feel good to the touch now."

Just like hearing the name "Yin Jiuzhao" before, it took a while for Yin Jiuzhao to realize that he was talking about himself.

Immediately afterwards, he found that there was no wound on Yinhuai's hand, the blood just flowed down his hand, but it did not belong to him.

There was a ring on that white hand, if you looked carefully, you could see a small thorn on it, it was meaningless, it was probably used to humiliate people.

Yin Jiuzhao didn't feel the slightest bit of shame, he didn't know whether his brain was excited or blank, and he almost wanted to lick off the blood stained on that hand.

He knew that he should look away, it would be rude to look directly at the person in front of him, but he still didn't look away, because he knew that there was a huge difference in their identities, and he didn't know when he would see the boy again next time.

"My name is Yinhuai," he heard the young man say, "you can come and see me when you defeat Fan Guo."

If there is a second person here, listening to this will only feel ridiculous.

A weak beggar who doesn't know anything, letting such a person go and beat down neighboring countries is tantamount to nonsense and fantasy.

Yinhuai didn't feel that there was anything wrong, he got up after finishing speaking, and left like this.

It took Yin Jiuzhao a while to crawl in from the ground. A servant girl was ordered by the master to come over and check the situation. When she saw his shirtless chest, she turned pale with fright before she could be shy.

It wasn't multiple injuries, the person who did it didn't want to draw any pattern, it seemed that he just touched it casually, forgetting that the ring on his hand could scratch a person's body.

Of course, if he really forgot, he could have stopped early in the morning. Now this is obviously intentional.

The scar was shallow, with blood dripping out, and it might scab over in two days. At this time, Yin Jiuzhao seemed to be unresponsive. He didn't feel pain, but only felt itchy. He glanced at his wound and asked the servant girl.

"The adult who saved me back, he said his name is Yinhuai, he is..."

Before he could finish his question, he was interrupted by the servant girl whose expression changed drastically.

"Shut up! You, how dare you call the Holy One by his name?? Even if His Majesty saved your life, that doesn't mean..."

Yin Jiuzhao couldn't listen to what the maid said anymore, he thought, this status is really high, much higher than he imagined.

Then he remembered the conversation he vaguely heard before he fell into a coma.

Destiny, good general.

In this case, the emperor is his master.

His Majesty asked him to fight Fan Guo.

As a subject, the king's order cannot be violated.

The author has something to say: a very simple story made up of bits and pieces of small brain holes.

Don't grasp the logic of details.

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