I can't die!I haven't ruled the world yet!

Chapter 1 She Suspected That She Returned a Fake Dayin

In Shengzhou, Kyoto, it snowed continuously for three days.

The extravagant singing and dancing of the emperor day and night was finally given up temporarily, returning to the imperial city for a moment of peace.

"Squeak-"

Outside the closed golden hall, the short eunuch crouched his head, and after confirming that there was no one there, he gently opened the door and tiptoed in.

Candles were brightly lit in the hall, and a person fell outside the red tent on the vermilion bed, dragon patterns hovered on the brocade clothes, and there were still yellowish stains on the broken cup in hand.

Seeing this, a strange light flashed in the short eunuch's eyes, he covered his mouth and nose and ran in small steps, stretched out his hand, and smiled gratifiedly.

"This underworld gate really lives up to its reputation, the little emperor is still a bit tender after all."

After he wrapped the fragments into his sleeve pocket with silk cloth, he dropped a cup again.

Just as he was about to leave quietly, a gust of wind suddenly blew up, and the candles were extinguished in an instant.There is no moon tonight, the hall is dark, and you can't see your fingers.

Then, there was a sudden thunder, and white light flashed in, illuminating the red curtains on the vermilion bed, and there was a shadowy figure, and there was more than one!
But just now it became clear that no one was here!
The short eunuch subconsciously took two steps forward, squinting his eyes, his hand was already touching the fragments in his sleeve pocket, his face showed fierceness, he was only waiting for a good opportunity.

The next moment, he heard "Pu Chi", as if a sharp object had entered his body, and a muffled groan came from the tent.

Afterwards, there was a masculine male voice that did not belong to the little emperor and was different from the courtiers: "It was the outsider who poisoned you, why bother to attack me?"

Hearing this, the short eunuch shivered and retreated a few steps.

Just at this time, another thunderbolt suddenly struck, and the white light shone directly on his feet.

But there was nothing at his feet!
The wind howled, the red tents fluttered, and two figures, one lying and one sitting on the dragon bed, came into view.

And the person sitting there was the little emperor who was already dying of anger!

"Ghost, ghost... there is a ghost!"

The short eunuch's back felt cold, and he was so frightened that he trembled and fell to the ground, how could he be so fierce just now, he couldn't even speak well at this moment, and he would just roll and crawl away by relying on his survival instinct.

The night is dark and the sky is high, and the wind and rain are about to come.

For a long time, the shrill and piercing voice of terror echoed in the sky above the palace——

"It's not good! The palace is haunted!"

And in the hall, Rong Cen (cén) was brought back to his thoughts by the hoarse, mocking and ugly male duck voice.

She watched helplessly as the fruit in her left hand and the fruit knife in her right hand teleported from the bar in the modern kitchen to the dragon bed in the ancient palace.

Now the knife is still closely attached to the man under her.

Yes, down.

Her actions at the moment have the imperial demeanor of "the overlord pushes his bow hard".

It's considered...worthy of this dragon robe?

Caught off guard by the man's gaze, Rong Cen didn't think otherwise, threw away the fruit and grabbed him, turned back and asked, "Who ordered you to climb into my bed?"

The other party was not in a hurry, did not see the slightest embarrassment, but looked at her for a few breaths like a scrutiny, which seemed to be difficult to explain.

"Your Majesty may wish to see where this is first."

A small smile and a lazy voice came into her ears, and at the same time, the hot palm was pressed against the slender waist, but the world turned upside down in an instant.

Rong Cen fell into the soft brocade quilt. After the earthquake, the tent collapsed, and the red gauze covered his head.The vision that was not very clear at first, separated by the hazy red, everything around became vague and real.

"Your Majesty is drunk, maybe he can't remember."

The candles in the hall had re-ignited at some point, he grabbed her wrist and pulled out the knife and dagger, and then used her hand to lift the red gauze, his eyes met, like wedding candles in a bridal chamber.

"This is the golden house where His Majesty hides her beauty."

His face was pale due to the injury, but he smiled playfully at this moment, but it was lively and beautiful, with a unique style.

There was a faint fishy sweet smell in the air, and the blood coagulation beads stained with the tip of the knife fell on the corners of Rong Cen's eyes, blooming coquettish flowers, which felt cold to the touch.

She was a little awake, and her unrestrained hand subconsciously locked his throat. The two looked equal and restrained each other, but in fact she couldn't do anything to him.

If it wasn't for the fact that the other party was not hostile, she might have gone down to pay respects to the ancestors.

Who is this person?
Rong Cen tried his best to remember, something flashed through his mind, but he didn't have time to catch it.Only suddenly realized another layer, the unfinished meaning in his words.

As if to prove her guess, the other party smiled again.

"Your Majesty is wise."

"It's hidden underneath."

Rong Cen's pupils opened slightly. Even though it was hard to remember the past after many years, she knew that such absurd acts as "Golden House Cangjiao" were definitely not her own doings.

Could it be that she returned... not her hometown Dayin (yìn)? !

Thoughts were only shaken for a moment, and the voice came from outside the hall, which was slightly familiar.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

The palace door was wide open, and a figure rushed to the dragon bed, and pushed away the person who suppressed Rong Cen, completely disregarding the life and death of others.

Seeing the bloodstains on the side of her face, her round and immature face was covered with worry, and instantly wrinkled into a bitter gourd, as if "the injury is in the king's body and the pain in the slave's heart".

"Where is Your Majesty injured?" The little eunuch was at a loss and did not dare to touch her. His eyes scanned Rong Cen's body up and down, left and right, for fear of seeing where she was injured again.

Maybe it's because of his poor eyesight, he couldn't find the wound, he needed to call the imperial doctor to take the pulse, but he didn't want His Majesty to be alone here without anyone to wait on him.

What's more, the perpetrator is still there, how could he put him in danger regardless of His Majesty!

The little eunuch was worried and angry, spinning around in a hurry.

So he mercilessly kicked the boneless man lying on the side to vent his anger: "Bold! Who will allow you to offend His Majesty!"

He has little strength but not little strength, almost kicking him out of bed.

I have met my old friend for a long time, and I am very happy.

Glancing at the beauty's resentful eyes from the corner of the eye, Rong Cenfang restrained his expression, straightened the corners of his lips, and recalled the long-lost name, "Zhou Geng (gěng), I'm fine."

"It's nothing! Your Majesty, you've seen blood! If it's half an inch away, it will hurt your right eye!"

Zhou Geng took out a silk handkerchief, intending to clean the wound for her, but was afraid of hurting her again, so he hung his hand in mid-air without daring to move, and glared at the man bitterly.

Well, why doesn't it count?Even this little bit of blood is someone else's.

Rong Cen took the silk handkerchief and wiped off the remaining blood, revealing his youthful and unscathed face, turned his head and glanced at the beauty under the tent, "Give him an imperial physician."

Zhou Geng understood it, and immediately heaved a sigh of relief, before carefully helping her out of bed.

"Your Majesty, as long as there is nothing wrong!" He said, not forgetting to cast a sideways glance at the man, and he almost didn't mention his name, "If anyone dares to damage the holy body, the slave will be the first to fight with his life!"

After finishing dressing up, Cen went out. In the brightly lit deep palace, he didn't see half of the maids and servants along the way.

Even if it is a cold palace, it is impossible for it to be unattended.

Suspicion arose in Rong Cen's heart, but Zhou Geng, who was a few steps behind her, didn't realize it, and began to talk clichéd.

"Your Majesty's safety is the foundation of Dayin! How can Your Majesty play with that male favorite regardless of the dragon's body!"

"It's a great honor for Your Majesty to be lucky for three consecutive days. He doesn't know what is good or bad! If you don't call the next son tomorrow, you must know that there are still many envoys in the Bafang Pavilion!"

"It's late at night, what palace will your Majesty sleep in, do you want to sing and dance?"

In the endless chatter, Rong Cen felt dizzy when he heard this increasingly dizzy character, looked back, and staggered.

Cangjiao Temple.

She suspected that she had returned a fake Dayin!
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