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    Chu Xiaobai is really a very smart kid.

    When he brought a few full books within three days and put them in front of Feng Qing and looked at her obediently, Feng Qing forgot his cuteness for a moment , only two big words flashed in my mind.

    "Genius!"

    Then, when Feng Qing listened to Xiao Bai obediently saying, "Most of the questions are quite simple, but the problem-solving methods are very interesting", Feng Qing's body got goosebumps all got up.

    Three words flashed through her mind.

    “…big, big genius!”

    "Then you...are you so full of writing?" Feng Qing held a workbook full of teeny small letters, and she was dazzled when she flipped through it, thinking that she practiced when she was in the third year of high school There are never so many words on the booklet, "Neither... do you feel bored?"

    "No!" Chu Changzui shouted loudly in order to show that he is a very talented person and not let the shopkeeper dislike him for being too stupid:

    "I like it very much! I like it very much! When I read a book, I become very happy!"

    …

    In the middle of the night, at three o'clock in the morning, Feng Qing was sitting in front of the computer with dark circles under his eyes, holding a candle, looking like a ghost from behind.

    She was talking to the people in the forum, [That child... Said he liked mathematics very much. 】

    [He added. 】When Feng Qing typed this line, he felt his hands trembling.

    [He also said that as long as he looks at mathematics, his whole person will become happy. 】

    [! 】

    [! 】

    That night, Feng Qing and the late night party in the forum were sincerely exorcising Chu Xiaobai.

    "Ah, terrible devil, please get away from that child quickly."

    "Please make him a normal person, Amen."

    …

    In short, apart from picking up a Chu Xiaobai recently, Feng Qing felt that her life was quite peaceful.

    Feng Qing does not play games and watch TV series all day long. She has been secretly collecting information about this world, so that she can integrate into this world as soon as possible, and don’t be seen by others. Something is wrong.

    As a person who has gone to university anyway, Feng Qing feels that if he wants to integrate into a world, he must start with at least three aspects.

    The first is the geography of that dynasty.

    The second is the history of that dynasty.

    The third is the system of that dynasty.

    Speaking of geography, the geographical division of this world is actually roughly the same as Feng Qing's world, but in some details, there are big differences.

    And when it comes to history, this place has Nuwa, Huangdi, Shixian, Xi Shi... There are a series of people Feng Qing is familiar with.

    But Feng Qing is sure that the history of this dynasty must be different from that of his own dynasty, because—the history of this dynasty is more or less mixed with some figures of knights.

    For example, the poet in this dynasty is very good at using swords.

    Of course, the poet in Feng Qing's memory can also use a sword, but this poet not only can use a sword, his sword can really do "ten steps to kill a person, a thousand miles away. Stay", in short, very outrageous.

    In addition to the system of this dynasty, Feng Qing felt that this dynasty had a little taste of the Ming Dynasty.

    This dynasty not only had two factories, the east and the west, the emperor was also surnamed Zhu, and when the common people mentioned the east factory and the west factory, they were all secretive.

    The last emperor was addicted to the pear orchard, so he was neglected in the government, and died very early. When he was in power, the government was a mess, and the people privately complained about the emperor .

    The little emperor of the dynasty, like Kangxi, came to power when he was very young, and was held by the ministers as a puppet emperor, but the little emperor had a very ordinary mind and regained power at the age of fifteen , has been in power for seven years, very young and very capable.

    In these years of his reign, the people have been regulating the rain, the country is prosperous and the people are safe, although the means are a bit brutal, but he is a rare good emperor.

    Feng Qing didn't think there was anything, just cruelty. Just looking at the messy distribution of forces in the rivers and lakes, Feng Qing even felt that the little emperor was not tough enough.

    Confucianism is chaotic with literature, and chivalry is chaotic with martial arts. The knights of this dynasty can really kill people in the street without saying a word, without any means, I am afraid that these knights have long been in trouble .

    In addition, in addition to listening to books, Feng Qing has gradually found a new hobby.

    —Watching a play.

    ...This hobby doesn't match Feng Qing's temperament.

    Other people bring good tea and water to the theater, Feng Qing always brings a bottle of iced Coke, and his whole person exudes a strong salty fish temperament.

    She also once asked others what the Coke in her hand looked like, and the feedback she got was "a jug".

    So in the eyes of others, Feng Qing came to the theater with an oversized jug every day, then stayed in the corner and listened to it for a long time, just like a state of extreme drama enthusiasts and drunkards .

    Those people naturally didn't know that Feng Qing was there to listen to the play for half a day and play with the phone for eight hours.

    Speaking of which, Feng Qing also understood why there are so many theaters in this place. It turns out that it has something to do with the old emperor who died early.

    The old emperor who had never done anything serious in his life, his first hobby was listening to the theatre.

    It is said that when he was still alive, the actors raised in his palace could form a reinforced platoon, and the actors raised outside the palace also flooded, which led to a large number of large and small theaters.

    There is a small theater near the Fengqing Inn. You can enter and sit in it for a day for a little money. This is the only theater that Feng Qing knows.

    What girl doesn't like that kind of antique stuff? Just like in modern times, when it comes to New Year's Day, a large group of people rush into the Forbidden City to wear Hanfu to take pictures and punch cards.

    Feng Qing has traveled over here in a serious way. If you don't stay for a while, in this kind of place, which can be called a check-in holy place, you will simply feel sorry for yourself.

    She just repo to the forum, what she heard today, and what she heard tomorrow... Of course, for someone like Feng Qing who has no taste, she is just listening.

    But that's perfectly fine because most forums are more blind...

    So Feng Qing somehow found a little sense of existence among a group of blind people, which also made her spend more time in the theater recently.

    Even though Feng Qing later learned that the small theater was quite ordinary among many theaters, she was not affected in the slightest.

    Feng Qing felt that her time-travel life was easy and pleasant.

    But...

    For others, it's clearly not the case.

    "You mean, she went to that theater for several days in a row?"

    The person who asked the question smiled slightly, and after a long time, he said two words lightly.

    "Interesting."

      But everyone knows how many people have died tragically under these hands.

    The room didn't even dare to breathe, an invisible sense of oppression permeated the whole room.

    The hands of the girl who served the tea were trembling. After she brought the tea up, her legs almost went soft.

    "That's right."

    The person who answered knelt below, shaking like a sieve, his face was ashen, and he wiped the sweat from his head with his sleeve.

    "Not only did she go to that theater, but she also brought a large jug of wine every time she went there. From time to time, she would glance at the sign, and it would be a day."

    After all... that's the prefect.

    A living prefect.

    This kind of person has always been high on weekdays, how could he be so scared now?

    However, as long as people take their eyes away from him and turn to the person in front of him, they can understand why.

    …

    The man was high up, sitting on a chair.

    He held a cup of slightly drunk tea in his hand, lowered his head and blew, then took a slow sip.

    A flying fish suit with blue and white stripes, wearing several rings on her hands, one of which... Although I couldn't see the specific appearance, everyone present knew that it was a gift from the late emperor. of.

    The people around were all kneeling on the ground, not daring to lift their heads, and few of them dared to look carefully at what the person in front of them looked like.

    They have heard the name of this man, but none of them thought that they would have the chance to see him in this life.

    For most people, this person is synonymous with nightmares.

    Everyone has heard that within three days, he investigated and punished the first-rank ministers left by the late emperor, and cut them all over.

    The dirty things he has done on his hands, I am afraid that even he himself has lost count, countless ministers see his legs are weak, even if he goes to hell, the king of **** will He was shocked by the people he had killed.

    But even the enemy who hated him most had to agree with this man's loyalty to the court.

    This man...is the most beautiful and fierce dog in the court.

    —The famous flower capital.

    Blossoms are in full bloom.

    Everyone knows and everyone fears the director of Dongchang.

    For some people, he is synonymous with Hades.

    The prefect kneeling on the ground is going to numb his legs. Although he is kneeling, his mind is running wildly - why is the Governor here today?

    The prefect also knows what's happening recently in his jurisdiction, but he is just a prefect, like the top group of people in the world, he doesn't want to get involved anyway and in.

    "Do you like listening to a play..." Hua Chaodu's mind suddenly drifted, but he quickly returned.

    "Leave Li Guxing by his side, drive back the blue-faced ghost of Wutoutang, and kill Huashan Sect elders and Chu Changzui one after another... What is this person trying to do? "

    "No, I don't know." The prefect said quickly, "I only know that that guy is a very dangerous and scary person."

    Hua Chaodu glanced at him lightly, but with just such a glance, the prefect felt that his mind was blank in an instant.

    "Huh." After a long time, the prefect heard a sneer.

    "It's just a wild and ignorant Jianghu."

    “…just like those who died at my hands before.”