Let the scumbags regret the old days

Both Zhou Shen and Bai Feng are still alive and well.

They have a lifetime to repent and realize.

The regret value of the two people always fluctuates back and forth, and it has already exceeded [-] points, so it turns out that there is no upper limit for this thing.

As long as people are still alive and unsatisfactory, they will continue to rise.

Yu Jian is like a very patient hunter, hiding behind the scenes, watching the prey struggling and suffering in the trap, calmly.

He and Lu Zhihan have spent many years together, and the two have never blushed, and even if there are any minor conflicts, they can be resolved in bed.

They were also never separated for more than two days.

When all the dust settled, when Lu Zhihan was 26, he chose to quit the entertainment industry at the peak of his career, and he would already be a four-time Best Actor winner by then.

Others may feel it is a pity, but Yu Jian knows what he is thinking.

The children are not very interested in acting at all, not to mention that the Lu family's assets overseas even far exceed Song Wenyan, so they can be called chaebols.

The reason why he has persisted for so many years is just to compare Zhou Shen in any aspect.

The children are naive, but surprisingly cute.

Later, Yu Jian went abroad with him to hold a grand wedding, and Star Entertainment gradually began to explore the European and American markets.

After being pulled out of that old body again, Yujian didn't stop for a second, urging the system to send it quickly.

The man who is usually cold and indifferent, who doesn't care about everything, and who is always sure of winning, is the first to feel uneasy.

This is the second time.

He didn't know if that man would follow him to the next world.

He opened his eyes with anticipation, trepidation, and fear.

A few people in guard uniforms drew their swords at him, and a man in a yellow imperial uniform sat on a chair in the center, with a pair of gloomy eyes sweeping over him, revealing somewhat complicated and indistinguishable emotions.

ancient world?

Yu Jian didn't move, just stood there quietly listening to those people criticizing him, and quickly glanced at the general plot of this world.

The protagonist of this world, named Han Shuoyang, is the new monarch of Nanshao Kingdom. He was young and promising. He unified the three major kingdoms in just five years and became the first founding monarch in history to rule the world.

It has been sung by later generations, and no one can match it.

The identity of the original owner of this body is more complicated.

His original name was Luo Yunxiao, and he was 18 years old this year. He was the young master of Chengying Pavilion, and he was also an extremely intelligent child.

Chengying Pavilion, the number one news gathering place in the world, has a large number of talents in the pavilion, those who are good at assassination, good at tracking, good at poisoning, good at healing, and good at collecting information. There was a rumor that "the one who wins the shadow wins the world".

Chengying Pavilion sells news. It is located on a high mountain where the Three Kingdoms meet. It does not belong to any country and has never participated in the struggle for imperial power.

But this rule was broken in Luo Yunxiao's generation.

When Luo Yunxiao was 16 years old, the old pavilion master disappeared, and no one could be found on Chengying Pavilion's news network. It was at this time that Han Shuoyang came to the door, holding the old pavilion master's token and autographed letter.

It turned out that when he was traveling, he was hunted down by his enemies and rescued by the hidden guards. Although unfortunately he died of serious injuries later, he owed Nan Shao a favor and asked Luo Yunxiao to meet a condition for the visitor.

It was Han Shuoyang who came. He had just succeeded to the throne, and he was full of hostility and the chill of being thousands of miles away.

He looked him up and down, and only said three words, "I want you."

So the young pavilion master organized the funeral for his father, hurriedly succeeded him as the pavilion master, and entered the palace, becoming "Xiao Concubine".

Originally, it was only for the purpose of assisting, and they didn't care about the method and identity, but Han Shuoyang never entered the harem every day when he went to court, but came to discuss state affairs with him, and it was common for them to sleep together at night.

The emperor's young man is handsome, and he has great respect for him. His eyes are hot and naked. This is very difficult for Luo Yunxiao, who has been used to being praised since childhood, and has a somewhat cold temper. resisting.

People who are well versed in the affairs of the world and have the most exquisite minds are often the purest.

As a result, Luo Yunxiao changed from the owner of the Chengying Pavilion to the "Concubine Xiao" of the Nanshao monarch, and she was also the favorite of the sixth palace.

Han Shuoyang never went to other people's place again, he thought it was love.

But how decent is it for a dignified emperor of a country to stay with a male concubine every day?

What's more, Luo Yunxiao's real identity cannot be made public, so in the eyes of outsiders, he is just a monstrous evildoer with peerless beauty, which made His Majesty lose his soul.

In order to protect Luo Yunxiao and temporarily calm the grievances of some humerus veterans, Han Shuoyang had to "temporarily" cool him down, but when news of him came again, it was Concubine Xiao who relied on martial arts to commit adultery with the concubine.

No emperor would be able to tolerate such a thing.

Luo Yunxiao was in a panic. Facing the cold, knife-scratching gaze of his former lover, his clever brain was muddled, and he couldn't even utter a strong defense for himself.

I could only tremble with my lips, shaking my head repeatedly, "It's not me, I didn't..."

But what's the use?

When the emperor loses face, someone has to bear the anger.

As for Luo Yunxiao, who had already fallen into a demon, in order to prove his innocence and reassure his lover, he abolished his martial arts and completely became Han Shuoyang's grasp.

Recalling this, Yu Jian felt that it was almost the same.

He opened his eyes, scanned the people around him, fixed his gaze on Han Shuoyang, and curled his lips into a playful smile.

Look at the sad and disappointed eyes, look at the slightly clenched fists and the trembling body, in modern times, he is a proper actor-level character.

Stared at by such affectionate and painful eyes, who would believe that in fact, he planned all of this?

"Your Majesty doesn't believe me?" Yu simply met her eyes, without any panic, anxiety or tears, extremely calm.

When Han Shuoyang met such eyes, he was suffocated.

This is different from what he expected.

This person is smart and precocious, but his love is very simple.

During this year, he has already felt the hotter and stronger obsession with himself in his eyes.

So in order to stay by his side, he will definitely choose to abolish his martial arts.

Only in this way can he completely control it.

Only things that are firmly held in his hands can make him feel at ease.

"You did such a thing, how can I trust you!" Han Shuoyang turned his head to look to the other side.

On the bed in the corner, lay a woman in disheveled clothes. The quilt was pulled up to her chest, and her bun was also scattered, covering half of her face, but she still couldn't hide her beauty.

She shrank back and wept sobbingly. The strong sorrow made those who heard it sad and those who saw it cry.

Han Shuoyang waved his hand, and the guards on the side brought up two people. They were dressed in the same guard, and their bodies were not messy at all, except for a thin line of blood on their necks.

"I ask you, is this your unique secret skill golden silk?"

"Yes." Yu Jian admitted frankly without even glancing at them.

"You have disappointed me so much!" Han Shuoyang slapped the armrest hard, making a loud noise, and closed his eyes in pain.

Yu Jian didn't beg for mercy, nor did she defend herself, but just looked at him fixedly, "Han Shuoyang, I only ask you, do you trust me?"

"Bold! Who gave you the courage to call His Majesty by his name, you..."

The guard's yelling was interrupted by Han Shuoyang's wave. The development of the situation had exceeded his expectations. He could only suppress the uneasiness in his heart, and said with a dark face, "When I brought you back to the palace, I was under great pressure. What happened this time was because you went too far, but... I can't bear it for more than a year, day and night. If you are willing to abolish your martial arts and give Concubine Shu's father an explanation, I will be able to save you. "

As Han Shuoyang said, his complexion softened a bit, and he didn't even use "zhen" to refer to himself, "We... are still the same as before."

"Ha..." Yu Jian suddenly laughed, and the laughter became more and more presumptuous, and she even shed tears.

Luo Yunxiao's face, although not as good as his original one, is still extremely beautiful in this world.

The former number one beauty in the world is not just a flattery.

Beauty is always pleasing to the eye, even if it is such an unbridled laugh, it is still so good that people can't take their eyes off it. Coupled with the extreme charm of the jade slip itself, Han Shuoyang was stunned.

He is kind of sincere towards Luo Yunxiao, after all, he is a great beauty, has talent, and has a deep-rooted love for himself, from any angle, he can satisfy his vanity as a man.

But no matter how good the beauty is, he still loves the world more.

What's more, Luo Yunxiao is always reserved. In front of him, he hangs his head most of the time, and needs his guidance to have a different expression. After a long time, it is really tiring.

But today, seeing such a lively Luo Yunxiao, Han Shuoyang suddenly felt his heart, which he thought would never have any emotional fluctuations towards him, start beating violently again.

Just like a young man in love, he stared blankly, as if his soul had been captured, and he couldn't look away at all.

"Don't forget, it was you who begged me to enter the palace and come here!" Yu Jian raised her hand, her white knuckles curled up slightly, and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, "Don't believe me , why keep me?"

"Your Majesty is well aware of the facts. I remember that the only promise His Majesty gave me back then was trust. Since you don't trust me, our cooperation cannot continue."

The jade slip raised his hand, removed the jade crown and hairpin from his head, threw it on the ground, and smiled at Han Shuoyang, a little coldly, mixed with a bit of bitterness, "The agreement is void, and within one year, regardless of manpower and material resources , I have done my best.”

"As for me, I'm just an amateur, a farmer in the mountains and fields, and I can't afford such fine clothes, so I naturally can't continue enjoying His Majesty's grace brazenly now."

Han Shuoyang's eyes widened, and he watched him start to undress in front of everyone.

"We... both clean up."

The last sentence fell lightly in the empty bedroom, and was quickly blown away by the heavy breathing of the people around him, before he even had time to hear it clearly.

Yu Jian casually untied her belt, and took off her gorgeous coat. The snow-white middle coat was a bit glaring against the bright candlelight. Han Shuoyang clenched his fists tightly, stood up abruptly, and walked towards him quickly.

It’s just...

shameless!

Although the young man didn't have an inch of skin exposed from head to toe, the thin waist was outlined by the thin coat. The more hazy this feeling, the more eye-catching, several guards couldn't help but look straight, and then He lowered his head with a blushing face, not daring to cast another glance.

Yu Jian stood where she was, watching Han Shuoyang rush towards him with a dark face, tilted her head, and parted her thin lips lightly.

"Goodbye."

The silent word escaped with the change of his lips.

Then tiptoe, quickly swept towards the outside of the hall.

"Stop him!" Han Shuoyang panicked completely, he never thought that this person would be so decisive.

His resistance, resentment, weakness and remorse were all within his expectations, but he never thought it would be the current scene.

The emperor's angry shout brought back the mind-swaying guards, and hurriedly chased them out, but they could only see a white figure lightly leaping up to the roof, and disappeared after a few jumps.

Luo Yunxiao is powerful, so it's not just resourcefulness?

The secret skill of golden silk dance is so superb that it kills people silently. Except for a tiny trace, there is not even a trace of blood. His martial arts are trained day and night by dozens of elders in the cabinet. The top killers in the game are not far behind.

He just...

It was defeated by a word of love.

The tip of Yu Jian's tongue curled slightly, and a crisp and short whistle sounded.

Dozens of black shadows sprang out from all over the palace, chasing in his direction, seeing the white figure from a distance, tacitly lined up to intercept the shadow guards who were chasing him.

The wind was blowing under Yu Jian's feet, and almost everyone behind him was thrown away by a long distance, but he did not leave the palace directly, but turned around and came to a desolate garden overgrown with weeds.

This place is already close to the edge of the inner palace, separated by a wall, is the residence of those ministers, but it is so desolate as if there is no human habitation.

Weeds grew wildly, almost covering his calf. There was only a dry well in the yard, a few stone tables and stools covered in mud, and a wooden shelf, which had long been rotten. The vines growing out of the tree are tangled and entangled with each other, which is completely disgusting.

Yu Jian didn't care that her white clothes were stained with dust in the grass, and walked in.

Pushing open the door, a thick cloud of ash rose up and rushed towards him. He quickly took a step back and waited until it settled a little before going in.

Empty, nothing.

Oh, barely a bed.

It's just that the wooden board in the middle also collapsed, and there was a dark hole, which looked like a monster with a huge mouth, which was creepy.

The room is full of cold dampness and musty smell, taking one more breath will make your face look a bit ugly.

It is hard to imagine that there is such a place in the palace.

Even if it is a cold palace, I am afraid it will be many times better than this.

Yu Jian glanced at it hastily, deeply engraved everything that was too simple in her mind, and took a final look before turning around and backing out.

There are 12 of his subordinates in ambush in the palace. They all changed their appearances and lurked, ready to wait for the command of the master at any time.

It's just that Han Shuoyang was afraid of him and couldn't serve him with him, so they weren't there when he abolished his martial arts.

Not one was left.

Eight people were fighting fiercely with the shadow guards who were chasing up, and intercepted them outside this desolate garden. The three stood beside him, holding their breath and concentrating, neither urging him nor disturbing him.

Just guarding him silently, loyal and reliable.

"Tell me, this grass..." Yu Jian bent down, pulled up a wild grass on the ground, and twisted it slightly, "Is it delicious?"

His fingertips were instantly stained with a layer of gray mud.

It had just rained a few days ago, and the dust on the grass blades became more stubborn after being soaked with water. Now it may be the fingertips of the beauties, staying for an extra long time.

Several guards froze for a moment, looked at each other, but didn't know how to answer.

Are you asking them?

In the end, a young man who looked a little lively replied, "Returning to Pavilion Master, it should be... not delicious."

"En." Yu Jian nodded, brought the grass to the tip of her nose and sniffed it.

The fragrance of weeds mixed with the smell of soil rushes into the nose, and it seems that the special bitter taste can already be tasted in the mouth.

"I also think it's not delicious." He muttered to himself, and no one dared to answer.

Weeds are slightly bitter, how can they be delicious?

But in this barren garden in his memory, even the weeds were gone.

After Luo Yunxiao was disfigured, he was dispatched to this place. There was a big hole in the roof, and it was even more difficult when it was raining continuously. He had damaged his meridians because of the forcible abolition of martial arts, and his body was much weaker than ordinary people. Coupled with this environment, he fell ill after three rains.

There is no doctor, no medicine, no one to take care of her, not even clean water.

His whole body burned until he fell asleep in a daze, and then woke up alive, staring at the hole in the ceiling, slacking off his thoughts, allowing the darkness and high heat to swallow him, and survived with a little vitality.

It's just that his body is even worse, so bad that his hands and feet are weak, which is equivalent to a disabled person.

This place is even more desolate than the Leng Palace, and there are no palace attendants who come to deliver meals.

Maybe there is, but maybe the moment the food is brought to the table, it is almost eaten, and when it is his turn, there is nothing left, not even an empty bowl.

It's not that he has never eaten it, occasionally the kitchen cooks too much, or the food is rotten, and those palace people who are used to teasing him will bring it over and force him to finish eating, so as to make a mockery of it.

As if stepping on other people's heads and dignity, oneself can be sublimated.

In fact, where is the use of force?

Luo Yunxiao is a human being, and every mortal must eat.

What should I do if I have nothing to eat and no energy to go out to look for it?

Seeing the weeds in the courtyard was the only and most reassuring meal for the once magnificent Chengying Pavilion Master.

You don't have to worry about being greedy by the unscrupulous palace people, and there will be no rats who don't have eyes to snatch it, it belongs to him alone.

Luo Yunxiao dragged his sick bones all over, fell limply from the bed, couldn't stand up after repeated attempts, could only use his two arms to prop up a little distance, and crawled outward bit by bit, like a wriggling Maggots, poor and helpless.

He was very thin all over, his slightly protruding ribs rubbed against the ground, and there was a burning pain, and only a thin layer of skin remained on his arms and abdomen.

This is the hand that could easily strangle a tiger.

Now I can't even support myself.

After finally crawling out of the door, half his life was gone, his brain was in a daze, his stomach was already cramping with hunger, and he couldn't care less about cleanliness, so he picked up a handful of weeds and put them in his mouth.

The bitter juice rushed down his throat with a fishy smell of earth and sand. He subconsciously wanted to vomit, but he held it tightly.

He wants to live.

He has to live.

So this weed garden became his last habitat.

How fast do weeds grow?

After a burst of spring rain, it can rise again, which should be endless.

But in his memory, this place has turned into a complete barren garden.

It was so desolate that one could clearly see the dark brown soil below, and the deep pits left when they were taken up by the roots.

And the tender shoots that popped up after the next spring rain, but after all, there was no one waiting to pick them...

Yu Jian took a deep breath and separated herself from that extremely depressive and painful memory.

He threw away the weed and clapped his hands, "Let's go."

The last guard came back, he got a Da'ao from nowhere, the texture of sable fur, the style, it doesn't look like something from the palace.

"Before the pavilion master entered the palace, his subordinates kept it." The man lowered his eyes, shook it and fastened it for him, with a flexible technique.

It seems that they often serve him.

Yu Jian touched her body that had suddenly warmed up, and the cold feeling of standing in this courtyard disappeared, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, showing a sincere smile, "Thank you."

No one present was shocked by the way he appeared in only a single suit, they just guarded him silently.

With such sincere concern, how could Luo Yunxiao be deceived by such a hypocrite?

But it's over, it doesn't matter anymore.

He gathered his collar, turned around and sprinted up to the wall, and slapped the besieging hidden guards, violently overturning the person closest to him, and rolling down from the roof.

Then he turned around, looked at the burning eyes behind him, and sighed softly, "Let's go, let's go home."

This place does not belong to him, let alone Luo Yunxiao.

The 13 people successfully dealt with all the hidden guards and entangled guards, and left the palace in a grand manner, as if entering a land without people.

After Han Shuoyang found out, he smashed everything on the table, and fell into unprecedented rage and discouragement.

Why is this happening?

Why is he unwilling to give in and let himself handle it?

Yu Jian was not in the mood to comprehend the scumbag's mental journey. He sat in the luxury carriage found by his subordinates and dozed off to replenish the mental power consumed by the soul transformation.

After arriving at the headquarters of Chengying Pavilion, Yu Jian looked at the majestic mountains in front of her and couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"Fairyland."

They walked up the side path, and the mountainside was shrouded in a layer of fine and thick white mist, so soft that people couldn't help but want to reach out and grab it.

However, there are anesthetics and hallucinogens in the fog. If an outsider breaks in, as long as they inhale a little, they will fall into a hallucination and fall directly from the hundred-foot high cliff, leaving no bones left.

Duantou Cliff and Deadly Valley are both frightening titles.

Here live a bunch of the loveliest people.

After changing clothes, burning incense and bathing to wash away the moldy smell, Yu Jian put on a white coat and sat at the table, looking at the pile of documents and important information on several cases, feeling a little headache.

"I have reason to suspect that Luo Yunxiao stays with that scumbag all the time because he doesn't want to work." Yu Jian lay on the table in a disfigured manner, grabbing the tassels at the hem of her clothes.

[You thought they were all like you! 】The system has no airway.

This person is smart, but his only problem is his laziness, but he can always complete tasks so well that he can't say anything.

"What's wrong with me, I..." Yu Jian pouted, but before she had time to refute, she was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Pavilion Master, Yuxue Building has sold a child..."