Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 538 Identity
Whoever taught, taught him to say this--

Bai Jingzhen's head trembled, his pupils shrank and shrank uncontrollably.

The corners of his lips trembled slightly, and his already numb limbs became even more stiff now. The young man's breathing was momentarily sluggish, and he barely managed to stabilize his tone for a moment.

"...Your Majesty was joking, how can anyone teach slaves?" Bai Jingzhen pretended to be joking, trying to chat indiscriminately, and don't bring up this dangerous topic.

"What the servant said is just..."

"Stop pretending." The emperor on the sickbed interrupted him with a smile that was not a smile, and there was a little bit of undisguised disgust in his muddy eyes, "Jing Zhen, you were taught by me alone." of--"

"What kind of brain do you have and how much weight do you have, can I not know?"

Whether it's the emperor's strategy or the method of arranging troops, half of Bai Jingzhen's abilities are taught to him by himself. He has watched him grow up since he was a child, so how can he not know his abilities?
Although his brain is easy to use, he has never been seriously involved in the struggle of the previous dynasty in the first twenty years. Even if he can think that Fu Xihua is superior to Fuli Jingshu, he will definitely not think of it. Ning Hou and his wife.

What's more, Li Xihua's empress may not be really beneficial and harmless--after winning the power, how could Jingshu return the power of the court to Xihua so easily?
How could Xihua, who was turned into a puppet, easily find a suitable husband?

After Xihua proclaimed himself emperor, the former Fuli Dynasty would indeed be stable for three to five years—but only for these three or five years.

Once this stability is over, the emperor's husband-in-law, the power of the regent, and the constant disputes among the various civil and military factions...

Unless Jing Zhen, a brat like Jing Zhen, can suppress most of the court by himself, otherwise, those who are waiting to be helped away must at least be full of turmoil.

If Bao Buqi is not careful, the huge country will be torn apart, and then people will take advantage of the loopholes to break down one by one, and finally belong to the other side, and the word "Fuli" will be completely annihilated in the flow of time.

Such a bold move, such a sophisticated and far-reaching strategy, was by no means something that a brat like Jing Zhen, who had never been involved in the previous dynasty, could have come up with.

If it was Mo Jingyao, that old fox, it would be about the same. However, if it was him, he would be more tactful and rigorous in his appointment, and he would also be more conservative and take it slowly.

Therefore, this thing was probably made by that little fox cub.

That's fine—the little fox hasn't seen him for a few years, and he's so wild that he'll show his teeth and paws to his uncle.

Good.

There was a smile on the emperor's lips, and he looked at the young man with a little more imperceptible kindness: "There is also your broken leg, and the so-called 'Orion' in Yuchuan Mountain Forest."

"Including Twelve's bones...should all be handled by that little brat, right?"

"What's the name of that little calf? I remember that Xiaoqing mentioned it in the letter back then, the word Yan, Ayan?"

Bai Jingzhen, who was knocked on the ground, felt his skin tighten and his whole body broke out in cold sweat.

"This, Your Majesty, Your Majesty..." The young man faltered with his head down, God knows what kind of feeling he felt when he heard Emperor Wen Yu say these words with a smile!
When did he see it?How much did he see?
Didn't he say that he chose to believe what 21 said?
Now... now what is the situation! !

Bai Jing was really in a mess, he only felt that his own life was hanging on the thin hemp rope hanging high above the abyss in an instant, if he didn't pay attention, he would fall to pieces, or he would be killed by the hemp rope. rope strangled.

"Jing Zhen, you don't have to be nervous." Yuan Sui looked down at the young man on the ground, saw his finger bones were whitened, and his clothes were trembling faintly, so he couldn't help but smile, "If I really want to hold you accountable, Last time, I will send someone to tie you up and take you to heaven."

"Since I said that I must believe 21, but I will not go back on my word if I pursue the cause of [-]'s death too much."

"Based on the little tricks of you little bastards, I still can't hide it from my eyes—"

"Then why did you suddenly make such a request, Your Majesty?" The young man suddenly raised his head when he heard the words, and boldly looked at the emperor. "Since you have acquiesced in this matter, you can pretend that you didn't notice it—"

"Why is it so sudden..."

"Because I want to see him." Yuan Sui looked serious, with an indescribable sadness in his eyes, "Jing Zhen, I don't have much left to live, at most one month."

"I want to meet him first before going to the underworld to meet his mother."

Bai Jingzhen was suddenly speechless.

"...Then," the young man muttered blankly, he suddenly felt that he had never seen the emperor in front of him clearly, "what kind of identity do you want?"

"Is it the king of a country, or..."

"As his uncle." Yuan Sui closed his eyes and called "I" for the first time in front of the young man, "Jing Zhen, I am his real uncle."

Bai Jing's throat was really blocked for no reason.

He can't read him.

It was only now that he realized that he really couldn't understand him.

The Emperor Wen Yu he knew was vigorous, ruthless, and ruthless. He ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor in his twenties.

Suspicious, cold-blooded and ruthless, although wise and brave, it is extremely difficult to get close to...

For 20 years, he has always thought that His Majesty is such a person, until today.

...he seemed less ruthless than he thought.

The young man's mind was shaken for no reason. The past cognitions crawled through the invisible gaps, and scum that could not be swept away fell on the ground with the slightest touch. Civil unrest turned into a mess.

"Your Majesty, this servant knows." Bai Jingzhen tightened his hands on his knees, and through several layers of clothes, the flesh on his legs was painfully pulled by him. "This servant will write a letter to His Highness the Seventh Prince for you."

"But whether His Highness will agree to come down... I don't know."

"It's okay, you can just write to him." Yuan Sui raised his head and sighed, "He will agree."

The young man was silent for a while, and answered "Here" under his throat.

"Okay, that's why I'm looking for you. In two days, I'll send someone to deliver the imperial decree to you. Remember to pick it up on time." The emperor waved his hand like chasing someone, "I'm tired, you kid is fine." Hurry up and get out, too."

"Like a piece of wood, stay here to block my eyes... If it's raining outside, take an umbrella, I don't want a cold dead man."

"Okay, I'm going to rest, get out of here."

... I don't know who sent 21 to call him over in a hurry, and said that he was looking for something urgent.

Bai Jingzhen couldn't hold back his heart and secretly slandered, but his face still showed a respectful expression: "Your servant will resign."

I don't know if it's because His Majesty realizes that time is running out, and he doesn't bother to wear his imperial majesty any more. He always feels that His Majesty has become more and more like an old child recently.

The young man got up and bid farewell to the king on the couch, and exited the bedroom lightly. Yuan Sui turned his eyes and stared at his back for a while, then suddenly his eyes drifted away.

"Jing Zhen." Yuan Sui spoke in a nonchalant manner, and Bai Jingzhen's body followed the voice, "If Xihua is like Jingshu, she can't support her or stand up."

"You just give up Xihua and follow Ayan."

　Another day of autism

　　Autistic playing games

　　
　
(End of this chapter)