The Record of Reemployment of the Laid-off Emperor

How did I come to such a field, I asked myself countless times.

In the end, I found the answer. It was all due to the decisive difference in character between me and the little prince, which led to two completely different paths.

The heavens made a big joke on the Yong Dynasty. The emperors from generation to generation were greedy for pleasure, but sent the little prince to the Yong Dynasty when they were ruined.The lack of sense of mission of the Qingyang clan was all grown in the little prince. He was naive and extreme, passionate and pure. He was a blazing flame, destined to burn out in the dark night.

But I am the complete opposite of the little prince.

Inherited from Qi Guandu's bloodline, I was born to be self-centered, messing around with the little prince in order to show my ability.To do something unprecedented and unprecedented, to be better than anyone else, to be better than anyone else, and the whole world can see my ability.

This was my goal at the beginning, but as I got along with the little prince, what I wanted gradually changed. I coveted that fire, and I wanted that fire to belong to me.

Even if it will be burned to pieces by the temperature of the flame.

"Shaoyou, the iron mines in Tanxiang County in the north have been stolen repeatedly, and the local parents and officials have not acted. Iron mines are the country's most important weapon and must not be lost. You should go there yourself and find out who is behind the scenes." The little prince rubbed Said to me with forehead.

The little prince was sitting on a chair with his coat on. He became more and more haggard day by day, and I was dazzled by the white spots on his forehead.While my heart ached, I realized - I couldn't wait any longer.

Yong Chao, who was dead but not stiff, grew tentacles and bound the little prince, trying to suck his last drop of blood before giving up.

I agreed, and asked Qingping to take good care of the little prince. After four days, I set off for Tanxiang.

The local parents and officials eagerly held a big banquet in the county to warmly receive me, the imperial envoy from the imperial court. After some pleasantries, the county magistrate took me to the cubicle to talk alone.

"There is an important person who wants to pay respects to Sir Qi Guan. I wonder if Sir can be free? I assure you that I will not disappoint you." His eyes drifted to the location of the mine on the mountain.

Something to do with the theft of iron ore?With a thought in my mind, I agreed to meet the "big man" he called.

That day, in the middle of the night, the "big man" visited the house where I was temporarily staying with a lantern.

I have actually seen the "big man" before, and I can even say that I am familiar with it.

"Ji Xun?" I looked at the noble young man in fox fur outside the door, and said in surprise.

Back then when the young prince was assassinated, Ji Xun also disappeared due to the assassination. Although His Highness asked me to look for him, since he was not an important person, I searched for it for a few days and then forgot about it.

It's a good fortune to meet someone here after a few years.

At this time, he is hardly comparable to the poor little boy whose whole family suffered a disaster and became an actor. Now he can only find faint traces of familiarity in his eyebrows and eyes.

He didn't bring any entourage, he stood under the eaves with a lantern, and saluted me as a peer, "My lord Qi Guan, please don't blame my lord for disturbing my younger brother."

I returned the salute, took the lantern in his hand, and led them into the courtyard. We talked familiarly, and we had a tacit understanding that we didn't mention the disappearance. experience.

I treat him as a brand new person and give him due respect. It is not difficult to save face.

After tasting a pot of good tea, the topic finally got to the point. He told me straight to the point, hoping that I could turn a blind eye to the theft of the iron mine in Sandalwood County.

I smiled and said nothing, "May I ask where Mr. Ji is now?"

"Don't dare to take it as a false praise. By chance, my younger brother just became a member of Li Chaoyi." Ji Xun straightened his fox fur.

I couldn't stop smiling. People like Ji Xun are like wolf cubs. They have the desire for power in their bones. I clearly know that as long as he doesn't die, he will use all means to climb up even if he is humbled in the mud. Be the best person.

That's why I saved him in the frontier.

I am afraid that only the little prince in the world would think that he is honest, weak and unable to take care of himself.

"I want to see the person behind you, you are not qualified to talk to me." I lost the interest in pretending and said coldly.

Ji Xun circled the edge of the glass with his fingertips, and said with a sneer, "I know I'm not qualified. Today I'm just here to check on the elder brother's attitude. I have someone else to talk to Xiang."

He paused, then squinted at me, "However, elder brother really hasn't changed at all."

"I used to be able to climb up to Your Highness, but seeing that the Yong Dynasty is about to perish, I can't wait to choose another high branch, even if my younger brother doesn't come to see my elder brother today. Presumably my elder brother will try every means to contact Li Lichao?"

I was unmoved by his provocation, and he seemed to me like a mad dog temporarily gaining power.

Can't wait to bite back at the old master?

I opened my mouth to see off the guests, but Ji Xun was unmoved, he smiled wryly, picked up the glass cup and drank it down, "Did your Highness send someone to look for me?"

The fleeting warmth in his eyes made me instantly alert, and said coldly: "No comment."

He stared at me for a while, "Your Highness will definitely have someone come to me." He said in an affirmative tone.

"Your Highness is different from you. Only His Highness treats me as a human being. He is a noble and precious prince, but he can treat me equally and give me the surname Ji."

"Everyone despises me, only Your Highness, only Your Highness..." He smiled triumphantly at me: "You have betrayed the Yong Dynasty, Your Highness will never forgive you."

"Never forgive you."

My pupils constricted suddenly, and I raised my hand to grab Ji Xun's throat with lightning speed, "Don't take yourself too seriously, it's not your turn to speak between me and Your Highness. You better know that I can It's easy to beat you back to your original shape."

His eyes were bloodshot, and he coughed until he laughed, "I have a surname, and my name is Ji Xun."

"Qi Guanwei, you are pathetic and ridiculous."

Who is poor?Who is ridiculous?

I forcibly pulled back the last sliver of reason and didn't strangle Ji Xun to death. I let go of my hand, looked at Ji Xun who was prostrate on the ground, and said with a flick of my sleeve, "Let your master come to see me."

Seven days later, I met the speaker sent by Li Chao.

This person is very special, he is a great witch from the Fengtian lineage of Shenwu Mountain.

According to historical records, Shenwu Mountain belongs to the same era as the first generation of Human Emperor.They are called the handmaidens who serve the heavens. When the dynasties change, the Son of Destiny is born, and the contemporary witch of Shenwu Mountain will go down the mountain to follow the Son of Destiny.

Legend has it that the founding king of the Yong Dynasty was also followed by a great witch.

I don't believe in fate, I think the word fate is an excuse for the incompetent.But when I saw this eight-foot-tall woman in front of me, with a sash wrapped around her head, a collar made of ancient copper coins on her neck, and a barefoot woman wearing imperial clothes, I couldn't help but feel a sense of destiny. .

Fate ah, really tricky.

If His Highness had been born 200 years earlier, he would have definitely become the wise king and lord he pursued. If His Highness hadn't been born in an emperor's family, he would have been a man who wanted to joke around.

The end of the Yong Dynasty has been decided, and I can't just watch His Highness being dragged down by the Yong Dynasty to the point of exhaustion. I want to cut off the fate of the Yong Dynasty with my own hands, so I will cut off His Highness's obsession with my own hands.

"Sir, have you ever heard of the secret technique passed down from generation to generation in Shenwu Mountain—the technique of reincarnation?" The voice of the great witch sounded thick and simple, as if it contained endless secrets.

I didn't understand what the big witch meant, so I asked back: "What?"

A milky white halo lingered around the big witch, "I have a secret method that can extract the soul of a living person while retaining its memory, allowing it to re-enter the path of reincarnation."

I find it absurd. Although the folks have passed on Shenwushan's miraculous skills, in my eyes, Shenwushan is just a group of bluffing gods.

The big witch seemed to see through my thoughts, and said calmly: "Sir, you might as well try."

How to try?I was startled to realize that I was really thinking about the credibility of the Dawuhua.

I am extremely eager to go to a new world with no war, no troubled times, no Yong Dynasty, and a new world that will not make us so desperate.

These longings overwhelmed my suspicions, and I couldn't help but believe.

I drew out my saber, and without blinking, I swung the sword and slashed at my forearm.

Accompanied by the tooth-piercing sound of flesh being cut and bones breaking, a section of forearm fell to the ground along with plasma.

I pressed the wound, "Since the great witch has the ability to reincarnate, you might as well restore my broken arm first."

If you win the bet, His Highness and I can have a new start, but if you lose the bet, it’s only a forearm.

The big witch looked at the severed arm that fell to the ground, and stretched out his hand to twist the copper coin hanging around his neck. The next moment, the severed arm emitted a milky white halo, and the blood from the wound had stopped.

My eyes were dizzy, and the next moment, I raised my forearm in a daze to check, and there was neither wound nor blood, as if time had flowed backwards.

But I was born with deep suspicions, and I went to different places and tried several times before I temporarily believed in the Great Witch.

The great witch told me that the source of the mysterious power of Shenwu Mountain is the spirit of the dynasty's national destiny. When a dynasty ends, the national destiny dissipates, and Shenwushan can only find another person with destiny to establish a new dynasty, and it will start again and again.

At the same time, there are many harsh regulations in Shenwu Mountain to restrict the great witches of the past dynasties. They are not allowed to go down the mountain unless they are in troubled times, and they are not allowed to help unless they are the masters.

I made an agreement with the Dawu that I would help the Li Dynasty to disintegrate the Yong Dynasty from within. On the day the Yong Dynasty collapsed, the Dawu would make me and His Highness reincarnate.

I don't care about the Yong Dynasty, I don't care about the title, I don't care about the Qi Guan clan either, all I want is His Highness on the throne.

Four years later, when the Li Dynasty was overwhelmed with heavy troops, I got news from the palace that His Highness had burned the letter of persuasion and led his guards to fight to the death.

I hesitated before opening the city gate, but the momentary hesitation was far less than the fear of losing His Royal Highness. I opened the city gate, and the roaring torrent swarmed into Peidu.

I want to take that fire for myself, I want to imprison the vermilion sun.

As long as I think, everything will come true.

"The mission of a prince is to defend the dignity of the dynasty and the artifacts of the dynasty with his life. To die for the Yong Dynasty and to shed the last drop of blood on the land of Qingyang is the mission and glory of the prince."

"And you? You let me be captured alive without swinging a sword. You made me suffer from five years in prison and became a subjugated king who could be trampled by beggars and wild dogs. You gave me the most unbearable death. Song thief Degrading the last glory of the Yong Dynasty into the mud, and you, you—Qi Guanwei! It's their accomplice!"

It wasn't until His Highness stood in front of me, until I heard him Chen Bai, that I realized for the first time—I always wanted, I was willing, and I never asked His Highness if he would.