The Record of Reemployment of the Laid-off Emperor

Yang Qing was born lazy, and he was still idle at the age of 25. He was a man with no form and quality, and his love of leisure and work was a natural footnote for him. It happened that this person had a great background in his previous life-the king of subjugated countries.

It was unbearably hot.

The stuffy air is like a layer of mucous membrane, making people breathless.There was a slight force on the right hand, like being licked by a kitten or dog sticking out its tongue, with a little flattery and flattery.

Muscles, bones, and flesh are attached to each other through the skin, and the heat is transmitted from one living body to another, getting hotter, grass!

I cursed secretly, moved my hand, but didn't pull it out.The greasy sweat stuck to his hands, like ground worms that had burrowed out of the soil after the night rain, it was disgusting.

"Brother Qing, please, don't move," Tang Kexin's unique sweet and greasy voice sounded in my ears, and my hot and humid breath sprayed on the pinnae, making me even more irritable.

Tang Kexin relaxed slightly, leaned his entire upper body over, lowered his voice, "They're watching, just for a while, okay Brother Qing?"

OK?I sneered in my heart, how dare I say no?Both the food and clothing parents have spoken.She acquiesced to Tang Kexin's leaning action, and then casually picked up the book and pretended to flip through it, but her eyes slipped from the gap in the book to the back.

The huge multimedia classroom was overcrowded and overcrowded. It took a lot of effort to accurately catch the person standing in the southwest corner of the classroom.

I found it, and tapped my index finger on the table, boom, boom, boom, three people.

They obviously also noticed me, or noticed Tang Kexin. The first one had a square cut hair, thick brows, and a pair of hanging eyes locked Tang Kexin with such strength that he could stare at people to death.

Tang Kexin pressed closer to me, almost wanting to embed herself in my flesh, so that I could share the lingering gaze together.

Against the sweltering air and irritated mood, I opened my mouth, and my voice sounded angrily, which sounded unfriendly, "Yes, I have to pay more."

The relationship between me and Tang Kexin can be summed up in a simple word - the gold master and the little boy.

To be more precise, a professional boyfriend who is hired to do things for money?

I personally think the former is more appropriate, after all, what Tang Kexin gave me has far exceeded the agreement we made at the beginning.

There was a sound of apprehension, and a lot of red bills were piled up in front of me. The red bills covered my eyes and forcibly squeezed Nuan Xia and restlessness away, pinching my waist and shouting at me: Hey!Brat cheer up!

I got excited, changed the dead pork appearance of letting others move, and instead drew out my right hand and put it on Tang Kexin's shoulder and pressed him into my arms.

The sight behind me froze, and in an instant, sharp knives pierced me into a hornet's nest. I turned my head to look, and the man's furious expression was already vivid in front of my eyes.

Tang Kexin in his arms also froze, his palms turned white while holding my collar, "Brother Qing... Thank you... Thank you."

I collected the good money, and didn't care about the collar that was ripped open by him. Anyway, he paid for my head-to-toe luxury stuff. It's too bad!One for ten, ten for a hundred, if the old ones don't go, the new ones won't come.

I don't know much about Tang Kexin and the black-faced Guan Gong behind him, and I don't want to know.I just know that they are college classmates, and I heard that they used to be roommates?It's not clear why they have turned into enemies now.

Tang Kexin was afraid of him, but I was grateful to him from the bottom of my heart. If he hadn't scared Tang Kexin out of his wits, maybe I wouldn't be able to get this good job.

However, according to my decades of experience in seeing people, Tang Kexin is a very contradictory person. When others come to him, he is terrified.If others do not follow his wishes, then he is still a little bit disappointed.In short, these two people are entangled.

"Brother Qing, what are you thinking?"

Come on, the ticket has been counted, and it is four thousand.It is worthy of my super distinguished VIP service. I smiled and brushed his hair, and said foolishly: "I was thinking about what to eat after work. It's a hot day, and the leather is curled. I heard that there is a new ice drink in Haiyan City. Do you want to go to the store? Brother, please."

"Is it hot? Let's go out, don't stay here, I'm sorry brother, I didn't expect so many people to come today."

Tang Kexin is really a good boy, maybe all he has seen since childhood is honey and milk, he always hates to see bad things when looking at people, but if you want a little bit of good in you, he can infinitely magnify it.Like now, he only hears me say hot.

Pressing Tang Kexin's flailing arm, I pretended to be tough and said, "Sit still, wouldn't it be hotter if you move around?"

Although I, Yang Qing, am a complete jerk, I have to get things done after I get the money.

But today there are indeed too many people!

The spacious classroom on the [-]th floor is like a bursting sponge, and like the first bus, the driver shouted loudly, "Don't get in! Don't get in! Wait for the next class!"

But how can the crowd who are busy with work and studies hear it? All they can see is the gongan, one after another, bright lights all night.

Fortunately, Tang Kexin and I came earlier and took the middle seat, otherwise we would be like unlucky ghosts in the aisle, the good-looking people were squeezed into patches, slowly wriggling forward like sausages.

I very much doubt that this classroom will be overcrowded, like a Pandora's box filled with negativity.

There were more and more people. Tang Kexin was embarrassed to lean on him any longer. His cheeks were blushing from the heat. He took out a water bottle from his backpack and unscrewed it and handed it to me. "Today is Professor Cen's open history class, so there are more people."

The pride inside and outside his words can't be contained overflowing from his eyes, this child is really easy to understand.

Thinking of the 4000 yuan that was just hot in my pocket, I adjusted my tone and asked exaggeratedly: "This professor is really powerful, Xiao Tang, can you tell me about it?"

As soon as I finished speaking, the hustle and bustle and depression in the room stopped, and the bad radio station and the broken-winged cicada drew a pause at the same time.

Tang Kexin pinched my arm and motioned me to look at the door. If I hadn't held him down, the child would have jumped out like a sky cannon that couldn't be caught.

I glanced at the door very face-to-face, and four or five groups of gray shadows walked into the classroom cautiously carrying some equipment, followed by a white fuzzy figure. waves.

Suppressed screams and gasps filled the room.

I stared at the door frame and licked my back molars, yo, there is a corner.

"Professor Cen Weilan Cen, 30 years old this year, graduated from Jianlan University in Country Y at the age of 15, and joined the United Nations Institute of Geology at the age of 20..." Tang Kexin reluctantly introduced the resume of this Professor Cen to me, suppressing his excitement. Hui.

But I'm a little suspicious. A professor majoring in geology will give an open history class?Did he understand?

I couldn't help but widen my eyes, trying to see the true face of this Professor Cen, but I was born with eye disease, and I can barely distinguish moving color blocks from five meters away.

That professor is white.

"Hi students, I am Cen Weilan. Today I am honored to explain to you the Yong Dynasty, a dynasty 380 years ago."

A clear voice sounded, the slides flashed in succession, and the magic light hit my eyes, fading into gray and white agglomerates.

Ancient city, old tiles, refugees, gunpowder smoke.

That sentence from the Yong Dynasty is like an order, rolling in the dust of history, and thousands of troops and horses of ancient dreams swept towards me.

The cicadas singing with life, the broken air conditioner, the untimely me, the ghosts from thousands of years ago, the ugly bones wrapped in sugar, kicked off this summer.

It's hot and I'm cold.

I heard my own voice asking, "Little Tang, what year is this year?"

Ask, what evening is this evening?

Xiao Tang looked at me puzzled, he had a definite answer based on his memory, and worriedly took out his mobile phone to check, and then said seriously: "This year is 2014."

In 2014, the coldness in my body gradually dissipated, and it took a long time for me to regain the strength to move my fingers. Tang Kexin didn't notice my abnormality. He put his hands on his chin and listened attentively to the class.

Looking forward, the development of science and technology has brought convenience technology.Looking back, there are both men and women in the classroom, no matter rich or poor, even I can sit in a university classroom with a high-sounding appearance. The development of the times has eliminated class and prejudice.Looking outside, the strangely shaped branches grow wantonly, the leaves are scorched by the scorching sun, and the edges are curled.Farther away, the people are rich and happy, and there are no more wars and millions of dead bodies.

As Professor Cen said, it has been 380 years, and I settled down. Imagine a living person being dragged to worship his own tomb, just like the movie of the police station in the underworld, or sitting in a teahouse listening to books You are a storyteller, and you are shocked to find that the storyteller is actually talking about your own biography. This is such an outrageous plot.

With an absurd mood, I felt like I was watching a farce, imitating Tang Kexin, resting my hands on my cheeks, waiting with amused and somewhat anticipation—the sharpest language, the sharpest dagger.

"Emperor Yonghuai, the last emperor of the Yong Dynasty, ascended the throne as a young man. He was originally a talent in the world, and a tool to save the world. However, it was not at the right time. In the last years of the Yong Dynasty, due to the government's tyranny and tyranny, the people and the country were alienated from morality. A family does not form a family, and a country does not rule the country. There are insects selling their officials and nobles inside, and there are various rebel armies outside. The young emperor Qingyangbi exhausted his thoughts, unable to save the country, and finally fell ill and died."

"The demise of the Yong Dynasty conformed to the general trend that the long-term must be united, and the long-term must be divided. The death of the young emperor was actually a martyrdom for the country, living for the emperor, and dying for the emperor."

"This is the end of today's public class, thank you all students for taking the time to come here, next time..."

A film was born on my body, which isolated me from the hustle and bustle of the city. I was like a bullshit professor trying to gain fame, and I sneered endlessly.

The talent of the world?

A tool to save the world?

Very funny!I know better than anyone else what kind of joke Qingyangbi is, mediocre in the early stage and violent in the later stage.

Sudden illness and death?

One thousand, 380 and seven years ago, in AD 627, Emperor Yonghuai, Qingyang Bi, descended outside the city in a goat cart with bare meat, biscuits in his mouth, and jade.

After being demoted, he was granted the title of King of Xiangyang. Five years later, he was punished by deboning and gouging out his flesh. His wings were cut off from cicadas and boundless water, chains were broken and mountains and rivers were broken. Shaodi drowned in a dungeon.

I know Qingyangbi's incompetence better than anyone else, Qingyangbi's cowardice, Qingyangbi's cruelty,

I am Qingyangbi.