[Yin Yu] What should I do if I become an idol opponent?

——In 2199, the time laboratory.

When the clock struck twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Zhao Ke was still in the laboratory, holding an advanced ultra-light notebook, measuring the various values ​​and energy efficiency of a machine that looked like a giant drum washing machine.

This is the time machine that their scientific research team has secretly developed for five years, and it is also the first project he developed after returning to China after finishing his graduate studies at a top scientific research institute in the United States.

Nearly [-] days and nights of hard work finally came to fruition, and now he looked at this big guy, just like looking at his own son, and couldn't hold back his excitement.

The colleague Tian Ming who was standing aside patted him on the shoulder and asked, "Zhao Gou, is our plan really feasible this time?"

Holding the ultra-light notebook in his hands, Zhao Ke stared at the screen without raising his head, and said, "It's absolutely fine."

His little apprentice and assistant, He Li, pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose and asked, "Master...are you really planning to test yourself...?"

Zhao Ke closed the notebook with a "snap", put it on the table, turned around and rubbed his eyebrows and said to them: "I know you still have hundreds of worries about the performance of this time machine, so I I decided to try it out for you to see. Everyone is a researcher who graduated from a top university in China and has studied abroad for two or three years. Can you be a little confident in your knowledge? Do you know how many people are doing time travel now? daydream? If our experiment is successful this time, it is equivalent to telling the world that we can move their daydream into reality. Do you know how much commercial benefit this will generate? Do you know this will Is it a milestone in the history of human scientific development?"

Tian Ming listened to Zhao Ke's long speech as if he was in a debate contest, and scratched his head: "Ah...well...then you try it first...but, who do you want to be dressed as?" ah?"

Before Zhao Ke could answer, He Li rushed to answer: "That's not easy. Master is holding "The Biography of Li Yu, Empress of the Southern Tang Dynasty" every day, and I can't wait to get into the book. Of course, I want to dress up as Li Yu. That's what we studied. It's a time machine, if you study a book threading machine, master can put it in the book for a lifetime."

Zhao Ke raised his hand and flicked He Li's brain: "Okay, you boy, I haven't seen you working so hard in experiments every day, just thinking about what I like?"

Tian Ming couldn't listen anymore, and pulled He Li behind him to protect him like a chicken mother: "Zhao Gou, do you have any humanity? You stare at your broken Li Yu every day, fascinated, as long as Anyone with eyes knows that you like him like crazy, you have to make excuses to criticize us Lili, at least you can find a reason that is not so far-fetched? I am really convinced, just like this, Lili is still willing to follow your ass every day, I don't know whether to be a nanny or an apprentice."

Zhao Ke showed a mean smile, looked at Tian Ming and said, "Li Li would rather be my nanny than your apprentice, don't you have to reflect on your own personality charm? Also, since you are a long-eyed Everyone knows that I like Li Yu, so you still ask me who I want to dress as?"

Tian Ming rolled his eyes almost to the back of his head: "Let me tell you, Zhao Gou, with your broken mouth, you just wear it back, and if you put it in a costume drama, you must be beheaded if you don't survive three episodes." Role."

Zhao Ke patted Tian Ming on the shoulder: "I really thank you, but I want to dress up as an emperor, and I'm the only one who will kill others. Let me see who dares to touch me?"

Tian Ming stretched out his hand towards the time machine, and made a gesture of invitation to Zhao Ke: "Please, get out of here!"

Zhao Ke smiled cheaply again: "Alright, thank you!"

Zhao Ke walked to the time machine, poked the colorful buttons one by one, entered "975 AD" in the time column, and selected "Li Yu, Empress of the Southern Tang Dynasty" in the character column.

He Li couldn't understand it, and asked tremblingly: "Master... in 975...Li Yu's life is not easy...?"

Zhao Ke glanced at him, and he knew that this was the limit of a science master who had never read history books since graduating from junior high school: "History says that in 975 AD, Li Yu was defeated and surrendered to the Song Dynasty, so I just want to go back By 975, change history and teach Zhao Kuangyin and those bastards what social beatings are!"

Tian Ming looked at his non-mainstream angry youth's silly appearance, rolled his eyes and threw him a miniature bluetooth headset: "Come on, it's good that you don't get beaten up, take this thing with you, in case Once you die in the past, we can drag your consciousness back and give you a funeral."

Zhao Ke took the bluetooth headset and stuffed it into his right ear: "If I really die in the past, there is no need to hold a funeral for me. I must be lying safely in the underground palace of my king's golden mountains and silver mountains." Long sleep, you don't have to disturb me, old man, thank you."

Zhao Ke opened the door of the giant "drum washing machine", and pulled out a single bed by grabbing the armrest at the bottom of the door.

He Li stared at the machine with a smile: "Master, you also said that our time machine looks like a drum washing machine. Does it look more like an MRI machine?"

Zhao Ke lost his mind again: "Can you talk? The MRI machine is something in the hospital. It's unlucky, you know?"

Tian Ming sneered: "Hehe, it sounds like the front-loading washing machine is so advanced. Just listening to it gives people a feeling that they will be disturbed in the dark when they lie in it. It's not as good as an MRI machine. It sounds calm and reassuring. "

Zhao Ke climbed onto the small bed, raised the corners of his mouth and said to Tian Ming, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll throw you into a real front-loading washing machine when I come back."

Tian Ming was probably so pissed off that he had nothing to love, so he kicked the little bed back into the belly of the machine, and slammed the door to death with a "bang".

He Li was still a little worried: "Brother Tian Ming, is it really all right?"

Tian Ming finally checked all the data, and after confirming that there were no errors, he said: "Don't worry, Zhaogou University shares a dorm with me, and I can know what shit he's about to fart when he farts. Don't look at this person who is usually a fool. Yes, but he won’t do things that he’s really not sure about.”

Only then did He Li nod his head in reassurance, and watched Tian Ming press the start button.

Zhao Ke heard a vocal voice coming from his Bluetooth headset:

"Dear Mr. Zhao, hello, your time travel is about to start. The year you choose is: AD-Yuan-9-7-5-year; the character you choose is: Nan-Tang-Hou-Zhu - Li Yu. If any accident occurs during the trip, please do not panic, do not solve it by yourself, and must operate according to the prompts of this system. The time machine 'Diaolan Yuzhu' is with you all the way, I wish you a pleasant journey. Dear Mr. Zhao..."

After reading it in Chinese, and it was in English again, Zhao Ke patiently listened to it sentence by sentence, raised the corner of his mouth and pressed the final confirmation button on the bed board on his right hand contentedly.

"Diaolan Yuzhu" time machine, the name was written by him, oh no, his fairy idol Li Yu.

After pressing confirm, Zhao Ke felt dizzy for a while, as if the bed board under him began to spin at a high speed, making him dizzy, and it didn't take long for him to lose consciousness and fell asleep.

Zhao Ke thought gloomily, it seems that this thing is really a drum washing machine.

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"Officer, are you awake?"

As soon as Zhao Ke opened his eyes and felt that his consciousness was slowly recovering, he heard such a sentence.

It took two seconds for him to react.

etc--

what did he call me?

Officials...?Ah... yes... that's right...

He once read in history books that in the early years of the Northern Song Dynasty, the people below did indeed call the emperor that way.

Zhao Ke's heart tightened suddenly, did he really succeed in time travel? !

Zhao Ke tried his best not to laugh out loud, although he was about to suffer from internal injuries.

He admonished himself in his heart: No matter what we say now, we are all emperors. No matter how we say it, we have to show the demeanor and aura of the emperor. Leave a dark history.

After the 3-minute inner drama, Zhao Ke rolled his eyes, looked around, and reconfirmed that he was really in a palace.

Antique beds, tables and chairs, and all kinds of antique furnishings that are priceless at first glance, even the bed curtains are shit yellow that symbolizes imperial power. Move something and run away.

When his consciousness completely returned to his own body, Zhao Ke realized that he was standing respectfully beside his couch with a little white face bent over and hugging a whisk. Looking at his attire, he knew without thinking that he was the eunuch next to the emperor.

The little white face was stared at like this, and immediately bent down dozens of degrees: "Official... Is the servant serving you a sip of tea?"

Zhao Ke didn't know how to answer him for a while, so he didn't speak, twisted his body and wanted to sit up.

But the eunuch who was able to sneak into the emperor's top position was naturally very discerning, so he put his hand over and helped Zhao Ke to sit up.

In order to confirm whether the year he traveled through was as expected, Zhao Ke whispered the first sentence: "I...ah no, let me ask you, what year is it now?"

The little white face was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and said: "If you go back to the official's house...it's...Tianbao's eight years..."

When Zhao Ke heard this, he smiled contentedly: "Tianbao's eight years, yes, it's a good eight years of Tianbao."

The eighth year of Tianbao is the year 975 he set up. It seems that the time machine experiment is a success. It is really a good thing made by his team!

The little white face still looked like Monk Zhang Er was puzzled, Zhao Ke patted him on the shoulder: "Hey, give me... pour me a cup of tea."

The little boy shivered when he was slapped, and almost threw the whisk out of his arms. He answered "yes" again and again, winked outside, and quickly brought a cup of tea over.

Zhao Ke took the teacup and took a sip gracefully, thinking that the tea the emperor drank was different.

He put down the teacup slowly, lifted the quilt, and blurted out: "Let's go and kill that idiot Zhao Kuangyin!"

Unexpectedly, the little boy fell to his knees with a "plop" after hearing this, and before he could open his mouth, he kowtowed several times to Zhao Kelian with a "bang bang bang". Pull him up and rub him.

"Don't say that, official! Long live, long live, long live the official! The Song Dynasty's Qianqiu foundation is still in your hands, so don't say such things to scare the servants!" Xiaobailian kowtowed and cried, listening Zhao Ke felt a headache for a while.

After the headache passed, Zhao Ke suddenly realized what he just said was "the great Song's foundation for thousands of years".

What?

Isn't he the soul-wearing Li Yu...?

God damn Da Song's Qianqiu foundation?What does Da Song have to do with him?

He hurriedly stopped the little boy, and looked around the surroundings several times. After a long time, he tentatively asked: "I ask you... who are you?"

The little boy stopped crying immediately, looked up at Zhao Ke with a blank face, and said, "Go back to the official's house... the servant is Wang Dejun... this name was given to the servant by the government..."

Zhao Ke: "???"

Wang Dejun? !

Isn't that the dog next to Zhao Kuangyin? !

Then isn't he now...? !

Zhao Ke couldn't stand the stimulation for a while, and the good tea he just drank came back to his mouth, and he sprayed the little boy Wang Dejun all over his face.

The author has something to say:

Yinyu isreal

I wanted to write a Yinyu fan for a long time, and I finally wrote it this time, but because the author failed in history, all historical content in the article cannot be tested, please read Guan Haihan.

The essence is Tangtangtang, and the two develop at a frighteningly fast speed.

This article was supposed to be the sixth, but I don’t know why it broke the shell ahead of time. As for other articles, go to the author’s column to find them, there are all types.

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