The more you wear your sister

"I heard that you have been in frequent contact with Liu Wen recently?" King Ning Yang Jue leaned on the mat, holding a Go piece in one hand, and made a move after thinking for a moment.

"It's not that frequent. He came to see me three or four times in total." I opened my mouth and bit off the whole sweet-scented osmanthus cake, picked up a white piece and put it on the chessboard.

There was really nothing to play in ancient times, and I was so bored that I started playing Go.My chess skills have improved very fast. Now Yang Jue only needs to let me play four or five pieces first, and I can basically have a small chance of winning.

Yang Jue frowned and remained silent, not sure if he was thinking about chess or something else.

I saw that he pondered for a long time without making a move, so I asked, "You don't want me to get too close to him?"

"No." Yang Jue thought for a while and said, "Since he came to you on his own initiative, you just need to establish a good relationship with him. If necessary, you may become a nail in their hearts." .”

As soon as he came down, he turned my layout upside down. It turned out that I had been brewing a nirvana for so long.

Now I always look at others with the eyes of "you all have conspiracies", but maybe it's because the rank is really too bad, many of Yang Jue's behaviors still make me puzzled.

For example, I know very well that all his solicitation and friendliness to me are for the purpose of taking advantage of him. He needs a magic wand, and I need a meal ticket.Then, he just needs to tell me where I appear and what to say. Even if I have the modern knowledge he covets, he just needs to find a way to get me to talk.

But Yang Jue seems to really intend to take me, an outsider of unknown origin, as a confidant, rather than a simple pawn.He dared to tell me anything, and he didn't even hide his ambition to seize the throne.

Isn't he afraid that one day I will be bought by his opponent, who will bite him back and sell all his secrets?

Or maybe he has some other conspiracy that I haven't seen through?

"Why are you looking at me like this?" Yang Jue asked, only then did I realize that I was staring at him like a conspirator, and quickly shifted my gaze to the chessboard: "It's nothing, am I jealous that you are good at chess? "

Yang Jue chuckled a few times, and said, "I told you before that I want to ask my father to make you a national teacher."

He doesn't call him "my king" in private now, maybe he also realizes that not putting on airs will make me feel better: "My father wants to see you."

"... Oh." I stared at the chessboard and frowned, trying to save my tragic situation.

"You don't want to?" He looked at me knowingly.

I threw the chess piece away and pulled it down: "I just find it annoying. There are so many rules that you have to kneel three times and knock nine times to enter a palace. I've grown up, and I've never kneeled before anyone. It's so awkward."

Yang Jue laughed out loud: "Just feel wronged. I'll also tell my father that all etiquette should be kept simple, and those who can't kneel don't kneel."

He said so, what else can I do, since I have become this national-level magic stick, whether I like it or not, going to see the emperor of the ninety-five level is a hurdle that I can't escape, and I am indeed right. The ancient emperors were so curious, and it was only natural for them to like to gossip about emperors, generals, secret histories of palaces and so on.

The next day, I put on the magic stick suit and my magic stick mask, and followed Yang Jue into the palace.When I came to the emperor with seven turns, eight bends and nine notifications, I took a look, ho--!

As expected of his father's aura of domineering, the whole is the quadratic power of a domineering aura.

Chu Feng said to me that even if I have an external protective body, I should be modest and prudent, hide my sharpness, and behave carefully with my tail between my legs -- probably that's what it means.So people have to bow their heads under the eaves, and they have to kneel if they don't want to.Yang Jue's etiquette is simple, which means less kneeling and kowtowing.

"Pingshen." A majestic voice said above my head.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." I straightened my waist, secretly looking at the emperor sitting on the throne as big as a bed through the mask.

The first impression he gave me was that he was a man in his 60s and [-]s, with a white beard and hair. He revealed an irresistible majesty all over his body, and he was full of domineering aura.

If you take a closer look, you will find that his demeanor actually reveals a kind of tiredness, even boredom. His left hand is clenched into a fist, but he still cannot completely conceal the unconscious shaking. At first glance, it is Parkinson's disease caused by age. There is no cure. .But he obviously didn't want to accept his old age, so he forced himself to sit there and pretended to be old and strong, old and strong, and I could still work for another 500 years.

"In front of me, why don't you show your true colors?" The old emperor Yang Xi said majestically.

"...Yes." I obediently took off the mask.

"He looks very talented." Yang Xi nodded slightly, "Give me a seat."

I sat down on the chair brought by the eunuch depressed. Being praised by an ancient emperor is not something to be happy about. In fact, I feel depressed when I mention this. Chu Feng, an ancient person can meet the standard of a modern handsome man , but I, a modern person, conforms to the aesthetics of the ancients. That kind of depression is just like buying a sports lottery number but winning the 500 million prize in the Welfare Lottery. It is both funny and helpless.

"I heard that you are born from auspiciousness, you know astronomy from the top, geography from the bottom, and you can understand ghosts and gods." Yang Xi's voice was very calm, the calmness of the mentality of "I can crush you to death at any time as long as I am upset".

"I don't dare to take it seriously. In fact, what I know is limited." I lowered my head humbly, and my voice was very calm, the calmness of the mentality of "No matter how upset you are, you can't pinch me to death".

"Raise your head and talk." Yang Xi looked at me with burning eyes, or how could he be a father and son, even the look of "all lies are in vain, your only way out is to confess and get out of jail" They're all exactly the same.

"Tell me, after a person dies, are there ghosts?"

"Yes." I answered his gaze calmly and with a clear conscience.

I used to be a staunch atheist, but Nuwa told me personally that she took a soul from this world, and she wanted me to make up for the lack of this soul. It can be seen that the legendary "soul" and "previous life" "They all exist, not to mention that I have personally seen a scout's ghost come back to report.

Yang Xi stopped talking for a while, closed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking. When he spoke again, his original calm tone was slightly shaken: "Where are the ghosts?"

"Most of them are in the underworld, and some are wandering in the underworld." I started talking nonsense, anyway, since there are even "yin errands", there should be some in the underworld.

"What else do you know?" he asked wearily.

"What does His Majesty want to ask?"

"Where does the soul go after death?"

I vaguely understood that the emperor is getting old, so he is afraid of death.

When it comes to "death", this is a very complicated proposition. Even modern people with advanced technology cannot solve the eternal problem of "where does a person go after death?" Seek spiritual comfort on the Internet to escape the panic of the unknown world after death.I don't know much about religion, but I've played so many games and read so many novels over the years, so I'll make it up!Anyway, even if he finds out after his death that this is not the case, he can't do anything to me.

"You are so hesitant to say anything, do you want to make it up now?" Yang Xi actually explained my small thoughts in one word.

"No, I'm just thinking about what I can say and what I can't say." I silently said "Who am I afraid of if I have cheats?" and replied calmly, "There are rules in the world, and there are rules in the heavens. Don't answer questions. Your Majesty wants to punish me, and if I leak secrets that should not be leaked, the 'upper people' will also punish me."

"Then you pick what you can say and say it." Yang Xi seemed to accept this temporary nonsense setting.

So I started to make up: "When most people die, their souls leave their bodies, and they will be taken to the underworld by ghosts, but there are also some people who died unjustly, who died in vain, and who have strong obsessions, and their souls will stay in the world and turn into ghosts." And those souls who go to the underworld will be judged one by one by the king of Hades. How many evils and good deeds they have done in life, after canceling each other out, those who should be rewarded will be rewarded to reincarnate good people in the next life, and those who should be punished will be punished. In his next life, he was put into the realm of animals to be a pig and a dog. If he committed such a heinous crime, he would be tortured in the eighteen levels of hell until he paid for all the evil he did in his lifetime."

"You mean, if you have done many evil things during your lifetime, you can resolve them by eating fast, reciting Buddha's name, and releasing lives while you are still alive?"

I thought to myself that the emperor probably did too many bad things, and I felt uneasy and afraid of being held accountable after death. People are superstitious when they are old. It reminded me of a man who bought hundreds of thousands of fresh water in the news before The idiot who poured fish fry into Qinghai Lake and released them.

It seems that I have heard someone say that the meaning of religion is to persuade people to be good. As a man with a conscience and realm, I also decided to try my best to fool me in this direction: "If you want to talk about doing good, let some people who are originally living freely in the world If you catch the small animals first and then release them, I am afraid it will be counterproductive. Instead of releasing small animals, it is better to release a few more people who should not be killed."

"Oh?" Yang Xi's eyes narrowed: "Then according to what you said, who is this 'one who shouldn't be killed'?"

Standing behind his father, Yang Jue winked at me and waved his hands. Unfortunately, I didn't know what he wanted to express. I figured it out afterward. In fact, at this time, Yang Xi had already become suspicious, thinking that I was sent by someone like a magic stick. He wanted to protect someone, so he made a tentative statement.

But at that time, I didn't think so much, I just replied stupidly: "I have to ask the judges about this, and I don't know the prisoner. If I really want to say, those who didn't kill and set fire and were not very vicious, let them out." Anyone who won’t continue to harm others can be counted.”

I saw Yang Jue heaving a sigh of relief, Yang Xi stood up and walked a few steps back and forth in front of the throne, then sat down again: "So in your opinion, should I be rewarded or punished in this life?"

"How do I know? I'm not the King of Hades, and I don't know anything about your life."

I saw Yang Jue behind Yang Xi showing the expression of "Are you looking for death?" Well, I don't understand the rules, so I added, "As an emperor, As long as you are diligent in governing and caring for the people, it is your greatest achievement to save the common people from suffering during the ruling period.”

"Then I want to ask you another question." Yang Xi looked at me again with that "frank and lenient" look, "If an executioner beheads a heinous prisoner, it is upholding justice and killing him." Fate, is he guilty or meritorious?"

Want to embarrass me?I still know dialectics.

"Many things have merit and demerits at the same time. It's not black and white or right or wrong. It depends on whether the merit is greater than the demerit or the demerit is greater than the deed. Just like everyone's life is good and evil coexisting, just like In gossip, there is white in black, and black in white. It’s just that some people do more good, and some people do more evil.”

After I finished speaking, I admired my nonsense ability a little bit, but this magic stick became more and more convenient.

Yang Xi's question obviously didn't end: "So in your opinion, did Qin Shihuang have meritorious deeds or past?"

I thought about it, Qin Shihuang has always been a tyrant, although he did things like unify weights and measures, build the Great Wall, etc., but I still hated him, so I said: "Qin Shihuang, I only know He is still in the [-]th floor of hell."

Yang Jue couldn't bear to look directly at him with his hands on his forehead, and Yang Xi yelled angrily, "It's a bunch of nonsense!!!"