"The setting clouds and solitary swans fly together, the autumn water is the same color as the sky. The fishing boats sing late, ringing the poor Pengli shore..."
The beautiful parallel prose of the preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion vaguely echoed in his ears, and Ye Yuan was a little confused.
This seems to be my voice!
It's not that I was touched by this article, but the tone of the reading was extremely...resentful!
This seems to be how he felt when he recited the text when he was a child!
Yes, that’s it!
Stepping out of the Qiankun Cauldron, to Ye Yuan's expectation... he was now in an antique room.
The furnishings inside the house look familiar!
Ye Yuan, who was already in the realm of Daluo Jinxian, had extremely clear memories no matter how long ago, and all the past events immediately emerged before his eyes.
This is the imperial palace, the imperial palace in the early Tang Dynasty.
If you ask how Ye Yuan confirmed it.
It's very simple, he has been here before and tried it!
Thinking about the ridiculous emperor's career in the old days, Ye Yuan looked a little nostalgic and a little obsessed.
If it were an ordinary Daluo Jinxian, he would definitely not be like him, because they have gone through many vicissitudes of life, and the relationship between men and women has long been discovered.
However, Ye Yuan is different. He is only a few thousand years old and has experienced too little.
Besides, he didn't really want to see through it.
He just wants to be a human being, a human being with seven emotions and six desires.
At the moment of nostalgia, Ye Yuan restrained the lewd expression on his face and looked around with a guilty conscience, but there was no one there.
Looking at the Qiankun Cauldron again, he saw that Bibi Dong and the others were still in a familiar state, and he felt relieved.
Just don’t see it!
Actually, it's not that there's no one here, it's just that there are no living people.
Ye Yuan strode to the bed and saw an eleven or twelve-year-old boy lying on it, his eyes wide open and unwilling to close his eyes.
At this time, the boy... was already cold!
As for the cause of death.
The poor child was frightened to death by the resentment of a certain shameless Daluo Jinxian.
At the same time, a certain shameless Daluo Jinxian said hypocritically.
"Oh, poor young man, he built some pavilions out of boredom and loneliness. You didn't write the preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion."
That's right, the young man on the bed is the one who was awarded the title of King Teng, named Li Yuanying!
This name is really unique. You can reach the Nascent Soul realm without cultivating. Compared with other cultivators, you have traveled hundreds of years less detours.
I don’t know how his father...Li Yuan, the founding emperor of the Tang Dynasty, came up with this name.
Li Yuanying, the 22nd son of Emperor Gaozu of the Tang Dynasty Li Yuan, the younger brother of Emperor Taizong Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty, was granted the title...
Recalling the information in his mind, Ye Yuan suddenly reacted, shook his head and said.
"No, it's very possible that this kid hasn't been granted the title of Prince Teng yet."
The next moment, his huge consciousness swept away silently.
On the gate of Ganlu Hall, the majestic portraits of Qin Qiong and Yu Chigong are not angry but full of murderous intent.
In the palace, Emperor Taizong Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty, who had gotten up early, was having a heart-to-heart talk with the Empress Changsun in his arms.
"Mr. Guanyin, I am going to make Yuanying the King of Teng and grant him the title of Tengzhou."
(Ye Yuan: How is she still alive?!)
Tengzhou is located in Shandong. This fiefdom is considered good among princes!
Of course, whether it is titles or lands, they are definitely not as good as those of Li Shimin's own sons.
It's normal to think about it. After all, Li Yuanying is just a younger brother, and he is not from the same mother as Li Shimin.
Nowadays, such a reward can be regarded as preferential treatment.
Queen Changsun naturally knew this, but she was still a little worried.
"But, Yuanying is only eleven years old now, why should he go to a fiefdom at such a young age?"
She is not worried about her brother-in-law's future, but is worried about the reputation of her husband from the outside world.
Originally, the Xuanwumen Incident had nailed Li Shimin to the pillar of shame.
Now, if he has the reputation of treating his younger brother harshly again, how should the history books evaluate him?
Li Shimin understood her worries, but didn't care, and said quietly.
"It doesn't matter, I just want to confirm it first, and I'm not asking him to go to the fief right now!"
"Then why the urgency?"
Li Shimin held Empress Changsun's hands tighter and said helplessly.
"He is now eleven years old, and he likes to play wildly. He is no longer suitable to stay in the palace. I decided to let him leave the palace and live alone!"
Only then did Queen Changsun know Li Shimin's entire plan, which turned out to be just to "drive" his brother-in-law out of the palace.
Although she also felt that it was a good deal to handle it this way, she still felt a little worried.
This time it was aimed at Li Yuanying. After all, she had watched this brother-in-law grow up.
In fact, it would be an understatement to say that Li Yuanying was sexually fond of playing around. For him, his actions were absurd and he was arrogant and extravagant. These are very appropriate adjectives.
If you let him go like this, what will happen next?
It's a pity that as a sister-in-law, she really can't educate her brother-in-law.
Moreover, as the head of the harem, she not only has her own legitimate sons and daughters to educate, but also other children to educate and manage.
Coupled with the numerous affairs in the harem, she really didn't have time.
In the end, she could only sigh quietly.
"Oh, that's all it can do!"
Ye Yuan no longer paid attention to the couple's whispers, and his spiritual consciousness continued to spread outward. Suddenly, he frowned and had a bad premonition in his heart.
"Since when have there been so many monks and Taoists in Chang'an City?"
Although there are many cultivators among them, their strength is still far inferior to that of Ye Yuan, and it is impossible to detect Ye Yuan's exploration.
His consciousness continued to move outward, and Ye Yuang just wanted to take it back, but suddenly saw an old monk with white beard and eyebrows.
There is endless golden light surrounding him!
Ye Yuan suddenly looked solemn, quickly withdrew his consciousness and murmured.
"Oops, it's a quasi-saint!"
At the same time, outside Chang'an City, two monks, one old and one young, were coming to Chang'an.
Suddenly, the old monk frowned and looked towards the palace, murmuring softly.
"who is it?"
After saying that, his eyes loomed with golden light, and he easily spanned dozens of miles, looking directly into the palace.
At this time, even the Golden Dragon of Fortune of the Tang Dynasty could not block the prying eyes, and it lay entombed in the sky above the palace, daring not to move.
When Ye Yuan spied on the old monk outside the city, he already realized that something was wrong. His test just now was too rough.
Even if his magic power has the property of being formless, it cannot be hidden in front of a quasi-sage.
Therefore, the first moment Ye Yuan regained his consciousness, he waved his hand and put away Li Yuanying's body and the mutilated ghost.
"I'll lend you your identity!"
The next moment, Ye Yuan transformed directly from a young man into an eleven-year-old boy, no different from Li Yuanying.
Then, there is the special performance of Qiankun Ding.
"I hope it works!"
The next moment, an unparalleled spiritual consciousness swept across, and Ye Yuan's heart condensed, but there was no abnormality, as if he didn't know anything.
After two breaths, this strange spiritual consciousness left, and Ye Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling secretly grateful in his heart.
"Although he is from another world, he still has the blood of the Tang Dynasty royal family and the destiny of the Tang Dynasty. Otherwise, he would not be able to disguise himself today."
On the other side, the old monk who explored the palace found nothing and frowned in displeasure.
"It runs very fast! Whose family does it belong to?"
At this time, the young monk next to him asked curiously.
"Master?"
The old monk shook his head and didn't want to say more, so he just said.
"Let's get on with it!"
"Yes, Master."
The old man and the young man stopped staying and continued walking towards Chang'an City.
At this time, Ye Yuan, who realized that the crisis was over, finally felt relieved and slowly began to think about it in his mind.
"I originally wanted to break away from the constraints and be free, but now I have to borrow the identity of Li Yuanying."
"Quasi Saint, even if he is not a perfect body, he is still too strong!"