[comprehensive] superior skills

Many people don't like to turn back, because turning back also means that there is no way to go.

But Yu Tianbao walked happily.

He abandoned the camel and rolled down the scorching sand dunes alone, letting the rough sand get into the gap between his clothes and his skin.

At this moment, this man looked no different from a dry vine rolling in the wind in the desert.

But only he himself knows that those shriveled branches and buds that seem to be able to float with the waves are also the strength that is persistently waiting to be rejuvenated amidst hardships and hardships.

When they take root in the earth, it is also the time when life begins anew.

The smiling Yu Tianbao lay lazily in the sandpit, watching his soul float higher and higher with the floating clouds in the sky until he broke free from the quagmire.

At the same time, in the distant capital thousands of miles away from the desert, the young emperor wearing a winged crown and a dragon robe slowly walked up the tall city wall, overlooking the splendid rivers and mountains under the scorching sun.

He is not very old, but his calm demeanor is rare among his peers, and his pair of extremely energetic eyes point directly to people's hearts.

The talent of imperial power, in the eyes of others, may be the difference between the real man and the mediocre.

None of the soldiers at the top of the city dared to disturb the contemplative emperor, only the old eunuch who followed closely behind bowed and said, "Your Majesty, the time has come."

Zhu Yijun looked at the distant sunset with nostalgia, and sighed softly, "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's only near dusk."

The old eunuch's heart skipped a beat as the old man's sigh made him lower his body even more.

Zhu Yijun turned around and walked down the steps leading the old eunuch along the way. It didn't take long before he passed through the imperial garden full of flowers and came to a cold and unpopular old palace.

The emperor kept walking, walked along the mottled corridor to the last wing, raised his hand and opened the door.

Different from the desolation and desolation in the courtyard, the unremarkable wing room not only smells of ambergris, but even the bed furnishings are not inferior to the South Study Room where the owner of the Forbidden City is resident.

The most surprising thing was that curled up in a corner of the room was a young man who was very similar to the emperor regardless of his clothes and appearance.

But compared to the energetic emperor, the man in the room was so pale and weak, so weak that he didn't even have the strength to stand up. He could only stare at the visitors who appeared on time every day with eyes full of hatred in vain.

The old eunuch, who had long been accustomed to this kind of scene, automatically stopped outside to guard the gate, leaving the space of solitude to the two men who looked like twins.

Zhu Yijun was playing with the wax pill that appeared in his hand at some unknown time, "In the past, the king of Jiaodong made an oath to hide the beauty in the golden house, and this moved Princess Guantao to help him ascend the throne. I didn't expect that there would be a day when I would find the wisdom of others."

His ending sound was a little upturned, with a hint of joy, "I know you must be cursing in your heart at this moment, and you may even be lucky, hoping that your supernatural father will come to the palace to save people. What a pity, As early as a few days ago, the secret music came from the fiefdom, not only the son of Prince Nan died on his horse, but even Prince Nan suffered a drunken stroke from grief."

Zhu Yijun shook the wax pill in front of the man, watching his longing eyes wandering around with his movements in satisfaction, "In addition to my grief, I can only pass on the hereditary title of Nanwangfu to another direct descendant .From now on, there will be no such person as Prince Nan in the world."

It wasn't until he heard the extremely desperate words that Prince Nan, who was limp on the ground, suddenly raised his head, showing a dull and bewildered expression.

"Why, you don't believe it?"

Zhu Yijun broke the wax pill with his own hands, took a small piece of medicine dregs and wiped it on his lips, "The throne is indeed a good thing, because the people sitting on it can easily buy everything with the four words of prosperity and wealth, and mark the price on themselves." people. Including the subordinates of the Nanwangfu."

Nanwang Shizi slightly opened his thin lips, allowing the medicine dregs to slip from the corner of his mouth, "Why didn't you kill me?"

"Why should I kill you?"

Zhu Yijun crushed the scum that fell on his hands with his toes, "Don't you want to be the emperor, I just need a puppet that can replace the emperor in front of the courtiers."

The drug addiction gradually broke out, Nan Wang Shizi could only bite his bloody wrist to resist the crazy desire in his body, humiliatingly asked: "You did all this just to find a puppet?"

Zhu Yijun stood with his hands behind his back, "Isn't your father and son doing so many things just for the throne? Now that what you have longed for is right in front of you, what is there to be dissatisfied with?"

"I'm not satisfied?"

The son of Nan Wang cried out in pain: "Why should I be content? We are all descendants of Emperor Tai\zu. Why can you be enthroned as emperor and rule the world, but our father and son have to be trapped like prisoners for generations? Don't go out a step inside the fief!"

Since there is already Zhu Yijun in the Forbidden City, why does God give another son of the Southern Prince who is completely similar in appearance.

They are only slightly different in origin, but this alone is like a natural moat between them.

"To rule the world? Apart from righteousness, the only thing I have is this Forbidden City, which is as boring as a chicken coop!"

Zhu Yijun smiled self-deprecatingly, "Perhaps we should also add those knives licking blood."

He pulled Nan Wangshizi's arm and fed the remaining pills to him, and gently wrapped the wound that was still bleeding with a veil, "You must take good care of these hands, because the emperor's hands will not be hurt."

The prince who couldn't wait to swallow the pill collapsed against the wall, panting and asked: "There are so many strange people in the world, why don't you choose them as substitutes?"

"Because they don't deserve it."

Zhu Yijun said coldly: "The son of Prince Nan can die, but only the blood of the Zhu family can sit on the throne."

"It's ridiculous, it's really ridiculous!"

The prince of the Southern King turned his face slightly, letting the cold sweat drip down from the temples on his forehead, "If my father knew that the throne that he had spent so much of his life trying to get was abandoned like a scrap of paper, how would he feel?"

Zhu Yijun looked down at him, "I'm afraid he will be even more indignant than when he suddenly saw the dead body of his son that day."

Prince Nan was silent for a moment, "May I ask why you want to abandon the throne?"

He judges others by himself, he can't imagine that an emperor who has been crowned the ninth five is not satisfied. The great temptation to forget death.

Zhu Yijun stared at the empty wax pill in his hand, "I once succumbed to the little pill just like you..."

His eyes became brighter and frightening, "I didn't realize the meaning of life until then."

Prince Nan refused to believe it, "You said, you gave up the throne for the meaning of life?"

"I know you must be cursing in your heart again at this moment, and you may still think that I have gone crazy. But I want to tell you, from birth to today, I have never been so clear-headed for a moment to face the desire in my heart. Just like your desire to become the Forbidden City Like my master, I also want to go out of the Forbidden City to pursue my lifelong wish."

A smile finally appeared on Zhu Yijun's face, "So I hope you can take good care of the Zhu family's country. Maybe one day, you and my brother will both get what you want, I don't know."

As soon as the emperor said this, Prince Nan suddenly felt as if he had never really known him.

Now there are only two paths in front of the prince, one is to be the emperor's substitute in peace, and the other is to die again.

The moment of making a choice seemed as long as a lifetime to him, because from the moment he nodded, it meant erasing his life with his own hands.

From this day on, Zhu Yijun always spared an extra hour every day to visit Prince Nan in Lenggong, and taught him how to be a qualified puppet.

When all the wounds on the son's hands healed, Zhu Yijun, who had endured for many days, immediately took the old eunuch Sun Fang to leave the Forbidden City as an espionage, and went straight to the whereabouts of the owner of Longxiao Palace that he had inquired about before.

Therefore, when the travel-stained Song Ci and his party returned to the south of the Yangtze River with the hostages, they were blocked by Sun Bian who was guarding near the small building just after they showed up.

The old eunuch narrowed his eyes with a smile, "I haven't seen you for a long time, but the palace master still looks good."

"Good to say."

Song Ci looked at the old acquaintance with a face that was either adultery or robbery, "Elder-in-law is here specially to discuss something?"

Sun Tang took a few steps closer without any trace, and said softly: "Patriarch has been waiting for a long time, please take time to meet Palace Master."

Song Ci raised his eyebrows. In today's world, the eunuch who is in charge of the inner court can be regarded as the head of the family. This person's identity is self-evident.

She has also met many emperors who searched for immortals, but none of them even wanted the family property left by their ancestors like this one.

Not to mention whether the other vassal princes surnamed Zhu can afford the country, but it is not suitable for the emperor to be involved in the pile of disasters in front of him.

"You really know how to pick your time, master."

Song Ci only felt a terrible headache, "Qitong, do you think there is any place in the world suitable for Tibetans besides Peach Blossom Fort? It's best to be safe enough that even the hair will not break off."

The Hua family already has Prince Peacock and Yu Tianbao, two culprits, so it is really not suitable for the emperor to be stuffed in.

Hua Manlou thought for a while, "Apart from the Longxiao Palace on the seabed, there is probably only Wanmei Villa."

"You mean the Wanmei Villa in Saibei, the residence of Ximen Chuuxue?"

Song Ciqi said: "I thought you would recommend Shaolin Wudang, or other famous families."

Hua Manlou chuckled, "It's not that Shaolin Wudang is bad, it's just that there are too many people there. When there are too many people, it's easy to be confused, but it's not as good as Ximen Chuuxue's sincere heart."

Song Ci asked again: "But how can a person who only has a sword in his heart care about the life and death of others?"

Hua Manlou glanced at the bewildered old eunuch, "He may not care about other people's life or death, but he must care about the state of mind of the person who is about to fight. If Ximen Chuixue knows that someone will hinder you from going all out to fight, I miss him I will definitely take the initiative to clear the obstacles for you.”

"It seems that the person who understands a person best is not necessarily his enemy, but also a friend who cares silently."

Song Ci smiled and said: "Then do as you said, and send the master and servant to Wanmei Villa for a temporary stay."

She turned to Sun Fang who did not dare to speak easily, "Please ask the father-in-law to lead the way."

The old eunuch hurriedly bowed and led the two of them across the street to a mansion without a plaque, which was apparently bought temporarily by the emperor.

Just as he was about to step forward and tap on the lacquered wooden door, Hua Manlou, who was a few steps behind, patted his shoulder, "Don't move."

Sun Fang was puzzled, "Young man?"

Hua Manlou frowned, "It smells so strong, how many people are there in the courtyard?"

The old eunuch panicked immediately, "In addition to the Patriarch and the accompanying guards, there are also ten well-known quacks who paid a lot of money."

Hua Manlou was about to speak when he suddenly saw a cold light flashing through the gap in the door, "Be careful!"

He pushed away the old eunuch who was stunned on the spot with his backhand, stretched out his folding fan and forced the sharp blade back into the door.

There was a muffled bang, and the door opened in response to the sound, revealing blood gourds scattered all over the ground with inhuman shapes.

The old eunuch who fell on the outside of the steps rushed into the yard, rummaging through the dead bodies on the ground like crazy, "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! This old slave is guilty! This old slave is late!"

"Don't look for it."

Song Ci quickly scanned the existing corpses, "Your patriarch is not here."

The old eunuch with blood on his hands looked blankly at the living room facing the front yard, "Is the Patriarch still in the room?"

If the emperor had something good or bad, he would only have to kill himself.

"There is another person in the house, but it's not your master."

Hua Manlou looked around the secluded courtyard, and silently walked towards the living room with the doors and windows wide open.

"It seems that my luck is not bad. I not only caught a fat fish with a straight hook, but also saved the effort of skinning and removing bones."

Before we could meet each other, a cold voice came out first.

Song Ci followed Huamanlou into the hall before confirming that it was Gong Jiu who hadn't seen him for a long time.

He casually clasped the tea table beside him with his fingers, and it took a long time before he released a blue light, "The Palace Master is the Dragon King of the sea, so where does the water ghost in the sea finally go?"

With a light flick of Song Ci's finger, the embroidery needle sprinted towards the roaring hidden weapon like a silver snake, knocking it down from midair.

A merman's tear stained with blood lay quietly on the ground.

"I'm willing to admit defeat."

Facing each other without fear, Song Ci said calmly: "Could it be that Wu Ming didn't teach you this truth, or is it that you can't afford to lose?"

Gong Jiu's eyes flickered past the two of them, hating and ruthless, "You are right. This is a big gamble with a small fortune. If you win, you will sit on the world, and if you lose, you will die. Regardless of the outcome, you will win." Negative is enough for a gambler."

"What's more, you already have a new bet."

Hua Manlou asked, "Where is the Emperor?"

Gong Jiu smiled very proudly, "In a place you will never find."

"Then you'd better guarantee that he will never show up, because the new emperor will regard him as a thorn in his side and a thorn in his flesh."

Song Ci said indifferently: "Do you know how many princes and grandsons surnamed Zhu have in total? I'm afraid to scare you if I say it. It's impossible for the emperor to order the princes."

The civil and military officials didn't know how much they wanted to change to a more obedient collateral vassal king, and she herself would not make compromises for the emperor.

Gong Jiu's eyes were tightly locked, "The palace master is an expert outside the world, so naturally he doesn't take the lives of ordinary people seriously. But what about young master Hua, don't you care about the life and death of the emperor? Even if you don't care about the change of the dynasty, Lu Xiaofeng's What about safety?"

Hua Manlou couldn't help but look sideways, "You caught Lu Xiaofeng?"

He has not heard from Lu Xiaofeng and Sikong Zhaixing since he entered Zhongtu, so it is hard to guarantee that the two will not encounter more difficult situations.

Gong Jiu snorted coldly: "There are also his wine and meat friends. In the heart of Young Master Hua, the weight of these people combined, is it better than this beauty beside you?"

The author has something to say:

Song Ci: For an emperor who has not been in court for 20 years, the scumbag author really thinks it is not strange for him to do anything. _(:зゝ∠)_

In addition, the setting of the title of the chapter is also a helpless move. The previous Frost and Honey has been subject to a high-level trial, and the scumbag author really dare not do it again. =, =

The little sapling has grown up, okay~~