Take a bite of the godly male protagonist, ugh! Love Brain Eat

On the night of the Lantern Festival, the palace was lit up all night, but not to celebrate the festival.

Beitang Qi had been ill for a long time, and the Imperial Astronomical Observatory suggested holding a ritual on the Lantern Festival, using the festive atmosphere to help the emperor get rid of his illness, which might help.

Everything went smoothly that night, but unexpectedly Beitang Qi suddenly looked hideous and bled from all seven orifices, indicating that he had become even more seriously ill.

Beitang Yao is Your Majesty's eldest son. After Beitang Qi fell ill, he was strongly recommended by important ministers to act as regent. It was he who came up with the idea of ​​the ritual, so he naturally cannot escape blame for such a sudden change.

The other princes' factions in the court had this opportunity to talk nonsense, and they kept insisting on the matter, believing that Beitang Yao's power as regent should be given to other princes who were more capable and resourceful.

Now, the most powerful people in Beiying who hold power and govern the country are only the third prince Beitang Xiao and the seventh prince Beitang Xian.

The rest of the princes were either brave but not wise, or only focused on writing and pretending to be cultured. None of them were qualified to compete for this position.

In the court, the ministers argued endlessly, their faces red and their emotions agitated.

Most of the arguments are due to one thing.

"The Seventh Prince's biological mother is a foreigner, her bloodline is not legitimate, how can she interfere in my Northern Ying Empire?"

"Master Jiang, what you said is wrong. Now all the countries in the world respect Beiying. Those foreign countries have already surrendered and belonged to our Beiying territory. Since they are all Beiying people, how can there be any question of bloodline not being right?"

"Your argument is absurd. Everyone knows that the Seventh Prince's biological mother was just a lowly slave girl. She was bullied by everyone in the palace. With such an identity, it is really unworthy of her to be accepted into the upper class!"

"Master Jiang, you are so bold. Don't forget that the Seventh Prince is now the General of Zhenbei. Regardless of his royal status, his official position is several levels higher than yours. How dare you be so disrespectful to your superior? What crime should you be punished for?"

"you--"

… …

The Third Prince's party and the Seventh Prince's party were arguing fiercely, while the First Prince's party, who was about to lose power after being tricked by someone, was as quiet as a chicken, watching the two gangs fight silently.

The sixth prince Beitang Li, who had no faction or affiliation and loved romance, stood in the corner, almost falling asleep due to boredom.

He suddenly envied his seventh brother. He was the only one in the entire Beiying who had the right not to attend court unless summoned.

Now that my father is seriously ill, who can order him around?

Only a lazy prince like me, who has a title but no power, can be on call at any time.

He felt inwardly that he was not that important and there was no need to specifically inform him about matters like who would inherit the throne.

The court meeting ended in a bad mood, and in the end it was not decided which prince would be given the task of regent.

But not long after, a piece of news came out.

Lord Jiang, who had angrily rebuked Beitang Xianshi at the court meeting, was on his way back home when his horse was startled by something. The horse lost control and ran wildly, throwing Lord Jiang out of the carriage, and his head hit a tree and he fainted.

… …

Thousand Machine Tower.

The Lantern Festival has just passed, and there are still lanterns under the eaves. The red tassels sway gently in the wind, adding a bit of fresh color to this quiet winter day.

That was hung up there by Xiang Hu and other tall guys whom Fu Yuan had ordered to do two days ago.

Over the years, all those who had caused trouble for Fu Yuan in the past, led by Xiang Hu, are now very respectful to her.

Originally thought to be a useless little thing except for her beauty, but who would have thought that this girl was not only proficient in both civil and military affairs, but also as wise as a young master. If it weren't for her advice, Xiang Hu and his companions wouldn't have been able to earn the most bounty in the shortest time every time they completed a mission in the past few years.

These rough guys who only have military power admire people with smart brains. They had no hatred against each other in the first place, and now they have no grudges in their hearts at all.

Inside the pavilion, Yuntan, dressed in green, holding a white piece in his hand, was looking down as he pondered over his next move.

Yan Jiuting on the opposite side was not in a hurry either, and his eyes were not on the chessboard. If you looked closely, you could see that he was a little distracted.

Even though he was indecisive, he was still able to kill him without any chance of retreat. He is worthy of being called Master Qianji.

"You have something on your mind?"

He would lose if he continued playing, so Yun Tan simply took a dead end and ended the game early.

"Your chess style was not so domineering before. Has something affected your mood?" Yun Tan frowned slightly and looked at him with puzzled eyes.

Yan Jiuting smiled and shook his head: "What can happen to me?"

"I think you do." Although Yun Tan does not have the emotional cognition of a normal person, he is very sensitive in some aspects.

He looked at the man without blinking and said, "And it's a big deal."

A few months ago, a major incident occurred in Wangyou Valley, and Yan Jiuting brought him and the surviving disciples back to Qianji Tower.

Although the Qianji Tower is large, there are only about a hundred people in it, and most of them are out on missions on weekdays, so less than one-third of the people are permanent residents, making it look empty.

Although Wangyou Valley is not the most powerful among the sects, it still occupies a place of its own. There are at least 800 disciples in the valley, if not a thousand. In comparison, Qianji Tower is really deserted.

But it does fit him. People outside say that he is a god who came down to earth to transcend tribulation.

They also say that he is aloof, mysterious and like an immortal from other world. It makes sense that the place he lives in is deserted.

After living there for a few months, Yuntan discovered something.

He has known Yan Jiuting for many years and knows that he is a guy who is warm on the outside but cold on the inside. He is nice to everyone, but no one can really be cared about by him.

Except for one person.

Yun Tan said casually, "I don't think I've seen your disciple these days."

The man paused as he was packing up the chess pieces, and said slowly, "She is always restless. She must have gone out with Ling Ran again."

The meticulous Yun Tan noticed his slight abnormal change again, but did not ask any further questions.

He changed the subject.

"The emperor won't have much time left, and Beiying will be in chaos. By then, blood will flow like a river, and the people will not be able to live in peace for a long time. Will Qianji Tower stay out of it this time?"

Although the three parts of the world have nothing to do with each other, Yan Jiuting became famous because he would always utter these four words whenever there was chaos.

If disaster strikes the people of the world, he will never sit idly by and wait for death.

Yun Tan originally thought that no matter whether it was yes or no, he would give an impeccable answer, but unexpectedly the man just smiled and said, "It depends on God's will."

The wind suddenly blew in the pavilion. Yan Jiuting was startled, then stood up and said, "The window of my room is not closed. I'll go back first."

Yun Tan: “…”

If you don't want to chat, you don't have to. Why make up such a lame excuse?

He really misunderstood Yan Jiuting. He never lies.

The window was indeed not closed, so the flowers on the table would get cold.

In fact, there is no need to open the windows in this weather, but the flowers will experience sudden changes in temperature during this special period.

When Yan Jiuting returned to the room, the little fellow in the flowerpot had indeed curled up into a ball, and its delicate leaves were trembling in the cold wind, looking so pitiful.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he walked over and closed the window with an expression of anger and amusement, and the flowers stopped trembling.

"Why don't you close the window when it's cold?"

The man sat down at the table, looking at the small flower in the pot that looked as quiet as if it was asleep, and sighed helplessly: "I am the one who is bullied, and I am also the one who is ignored."

At this point, his voice became more aggrieved and low: "Huahua, you forced me to do that that day."