Goethe lowered his head and looked at the person in front of him.
Eunuch, no doubt.
I saw it next to Zhao Dingsi.
Probably the kind of valet.
But, Prince?
Goethe frowned.
"Your Majesty, look at this old slave, Your Majesty even asked me to bring you something."
The old eunuch said and waved his hand.
The dozens of people behind him removed the yellow cloth covering it.
It's all food.
Or, to be more precise, they are all dim sum.
Sweet and salty, crispy and soft, filled and not filled, there are no less than a hundred kinds of colorful snacks, each type is placed in a small plate and placed in a food box.
The food boxes were opened one by one under the command of the attendant and showed to Goethe.
Looking at these snacks, Goethe had a smile on his face.
He really doesn't hate snacks.
In other words, he really likes sweets.
However, he did not forget business.
"Father-in-law, what was your title just now?"
"You are the regent personally appointed by His Majesty."
"Of course it's the prince."
"I don't know anything about other things."
The old eunuch said cautiously.
What the hell is Zhao Dingsi doing?
Goethe frowned again, but he did not embarrass the messenger in front of him.
"I'll take the stuff."
Goethe replied.
The old eunuch was completely relieved. He was just afraid that this person would become ruthless.
He knew Mo Shengyi's name.
Therefore, after discovering that His Majesty's reward was just some snacks, I couldn't help but feel excited.
Is this because His Majesty is ready to attack Mr. Mo, who has a good relationship with him, after he has dealt with the Crown Prince and the Third Prince?
It's so normal for this to happen to the royal family.
But he doesn't want to become cannon fodder.
Therefore, the great eunuch also prepared some back-ups.
Who knows, it's not used at all.
This prince really likes dim sum.
Did something happen again that I don't know about?
The great eunuch pondered.
However, it is not slow in action.
"Your Majesty, that slave will leave first."
As Goethe nodded, these people immediately withdrew.
It came suddenly and left suddenly.
In addition to leaving dozens of boxes of snacks.
"Lao Li, let Aunt Six divide these. I've tasted it. The pastry chef's skills are really good."
Goethe pointed out the snacks to Lao Li.
Lao Li was a little troubled.
"it's not good?"
"That's what the new emperor gave you."
"Our place?"
Even though Old Li was not stingy, he was still afraid of the new emperor.
During one year away from home, two hundred and twenty-three people were destroyed.
Apart from rushing, it is really like destroying a country in one day.
I heard that there were rivers of blood and heads rolling down during the killing.
The piles of corpses are almost filling up the sea.
And when he came back, he executed the third prince directly, and the border guard generals who had connections with him wiped out the nine tribes.
The prince was not executed.
Said he died of illness.
But who believes it?
Especially later, after everyone in the Eastern Palace including the Crown Princess was ordered to be buried with the Crown Prince, the reputation of the new emperor as being 'tyrannical' began to be fully known to everyone.
Don't let ordinary people like Lao Li get scared.
Those who are officials are also afraid.
The previous Taifu relied on his status as a veteran of three dynasties. He just said a few words and was beaten to death with sticks.
Everyone was as silent as a cicada.
"It's fine."
"She's not scary."
"Don't eat people."
Goethe said with a smile.
He saw clearly what happened to Zhao Dingsi.
The third prince colluded with the border guard generals and prepared to commit rebellion. Naturally, he should be killed. Those border guard generals who were tempted should also die.
But the prince did not die of illness.
It was not Zhao Dingsi who killed him.
But it was the Crown Princess who succeeded.
why?
The third prince and the princess are having an affair.
The tutor knew about this, but pretended not to know.
There is always a way to die.
Of course, Goethe would not think that Zhao Dingsi was as pure as a white lotus. Not only was this woman a bit crazy, but she was also black when cut open. There were certain things that she was not sure she had secretly instigated or allowed to develop.
But what does this have to do with Goethe?
He came out of seclusion today to take a walk and learn how to make dumplings.
After the sixth aunt and her aunts brought snacks to their children, Goethe and Lao Li were already sitting on the kang in the sixth aunt's house.
Lao Li and Aunt Six's man Lao Liu exchanged cups directly.
Xiao Liuzi dismantled a hanging firecracker and took his friends to play with firecrackers.
"Mr. Mo, why are you thinking about learning to make dumplings?"
"Just leave this matter to the aunties."
Lao Liu obviously drank a little too hard and was a little drunk at this time.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to say this.
What kind of woman is Aunt Six?
Kill the wolf with your bare hands.
Mr. Liu Yi, the accountant, behaves better when he sees his wife than when a mouse sees a cat.
Therefore, when he saw Aunt Six, he glared.
Lao Liu immediately shrank his neck.
"I'm just talking, why are you so impatient?"
"snort."
Aunt Six snorted angrily.
Then, I was also curious at the bottom of my heart.
"Mr. Mo, why do you want to learn this?"
"I was really curious at first."
"Also, I always feel that the taste of my own bag will be different."
"Okay, then I'll teach you."
Aunt Six nodded and began to teach Goethe how to make dumplings.
Start by preparing the stuffing, then rolling out the dough, then wrapping, and finally cooking.
With Goethe's ability, learning this is really easy.
Especially the stuffing, the saltiness is just right.
In the evening, when everyone was eating together, Goethe tasted his dumplings with great anticipation.
Well, it’s not as delicious as Aunt Six’s.
Everything is in good hands.
It's just experience, a bit off.
Goethe was also open to this.
He learned to make dumplings just to make his memory of "home" more profound.
It's not all about eating.
Of course, if it tastes delicious, all the better.
Unappetizing.
No way.
Fortunately, it's not bad.
Huang Dangdang and the eldest lady of the Wang family were so generous that they ate almost all the dumplings made by Goethe.
In other words, both of them have taken the 'immortal path'.
Otherwise, you will have indigestion.
After a meal, firecrackers went off.
"It's Chinese New Year! It's Chinese New Year!"
The children shouted again.
This time, Goethe did not forget to pack a red envelope.
One by one, he said hello to everyone and returned to the house behind the village.
In the house, the lights are on.
Zhao Dingsi was cracking melon seeds, sitting on the kang, looking at Goethe who came back, and couldn't help but say.
"Mr. Mo, who is famous in the world, has only one penny in the red envelope, and he is not afraid to tell it and make people laugh?"
"Don't worry, no one will laugh."
Goethe said with great certainty.
"Why?"
"Because, I dare not."
Goethe said, placing the remaining dumplings in front of Zhao Dingsi.
"I made it, try it."
Zhao Dingsi's hand stopped when he was eating melon seeds.
"Don't dare? Don't dare?"
She muttered a few words in a low voice, then looked at Goethe with a smile, took the dumplings, and said.
"Look at you, you are so overbearing."
"Oh, each other."
Zhao Dingsi remained silent this time.
She knew very well why the two became friends.
Isn't it because they are similar in some aspects?
Dumplings, vinegar, garlic.
When Zhao Dingsi ate the first one, he frowned.
It tasted worse than she imagined.
But it's still edible.
She ate them all. She didn't want Goethe's dumplings to go to waste.
"If it tastes bad, don't eat it."
Goethe advised.
"no."
"It's shameful to waste food."
"I am the emperor and I must lead by example."
Zhao Dingsi was extremely persistent.
Goethe stopped trying to persuade him.
On the eve of the first day of the Lunar New Year, the two of them were chatting like this.
Until the morning of the first day of the new year.
"Are you planning to leave?"
Zhao Dingsi asked suddenly as he stood up.
"I'm going to take a walk and see."
Goethe answered the question incorrectly.
Zhao Dingsi did not ask further questions and then left Lijiatun. As the emperor of Daqian, she could not stay for a long time. There were always some things that needed her to solve.
Goethe left Lijiatun on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year.
This time, he didn't bring anyone with him.
And this journey lasts for one year.
During the Chinese New Year, Goethe came back again to reunite with everyone and also meet Zhao Dingsi.
Then, on the fifth day of the lunar month, he left again.
This happens every year.
Eighteen years later.
It’s the end of another year.
White clothes and cloaks cover the wind and snow.
Goethe walked on the ice.
This is thousands of miles away, in the far north.
It is also a place he must visit during his trip.
This is where he first felt frightened.
Woo, woo!
The wind carries snowflakes.
Snowflakes are like knives.
If it falls on an ordinary person, it will be a bloody hole.
But with Goethe, truth simply does not exist.
After a while, there were fewer snowflakes, but the wind became stronger.
This wind not only roars, but also penetrates into people's bodies.
Once you get in, your bones and flesh will melt away, and your true spirit will be extinguished.
But it's still useless.
Goethe at this moment is completely integrated, without any gaps.
Suddenly, the wind and snow stopped.
But the attacks did not stop.
Above the ice sheet, intense light began to reflect, and all the light reflected from the sun focused on Goethe's body. The fire of the sun, which was enough to make any titled legend die tragically in an instant, burned on Goethe's body.
Goethe's clothes were gone immediately.
He frowned slightly.
Raise your hand to slap these golden flames.
When some silt covers the golden flame.
The fire of the sun, which was said to be eternal, was extinguished just like that.
At the same time, a person appeared in the distance.
Black figure.
Deep smoke enveloped his face.
It makes it impossible to see clearly.
"The mud of the river of time?!"
The other party's surprised voice was hoarse and indistinguishable.
Goethe took out another white suit and put it on.
He wasn't used to being naked.
The other party did not stop him and just waited silently. After Goethe got dressed, he asked again.
"Is it the mud of the river of time?"
"You want to ask why you didn't use the silt of the River of Time obtained by the way you stayed, right?"
Goethe answered the question incorrectly.
The other party was silent.
About three seconds.
"Have you guessed who I am?"
"It's hard not to guess."
"Right, my Mad King."
Goethe showed off [The Ring of the Mad King].
The deep mist on the other person's face twisted several times, as if he was breathing violently. Finally, the black mist dissipated, revealing a face familiar to Goethe.
Mad King, Zhao Jingjue.
No!
It should be said, Mad King, Modeus.
The other party is not a mad king in the true sense.
Rather, it is the clone of Modeus.
In other words, it is the afterimage under the projection.
Just Modeus.
It's not Zhao Jingjue.
"How did you find out?"
Modeus' afterimage asked.
"The first time you showed your malice, that is, the first time I looked at this place from the [Mad King's Ring], I still remember that feeling of death like gangrene in the bones.
"
Goethe's smile remained unchanged.
"But I still restrained myself."
The afterimage of Modeus frowned.
"But, have you given up?"
"not at all."
"You had a different plan, but you still stared at me, just in a different way."
"You become more careful, more cautious."
"Because, you find that things are gradually getting out of your control."
Goethe laughed out loud as he spoke.
It was as if he had seen some kind of joke.
And such laughter completely broke Modeus's afterimage, and he couldn't help but roar.
"Why?"
"Why can't I, as his projection, inherit his legacy?"
"Why can you use the vitality in the [Treasure Card]!"
"Why you can turn the routine around so easily!"
"Why?"
"That's not fair!"
The afterimage of Modeus waved his hand vigorously as he spoke.
The deep darkness appeared out of thin air, covering the sky and heading towards Goethe.
The entire ice sheet trembled under such darkness.
But when such darkness hit Goethe, the darkness disappeared.
Only the unique wind on the ice sheet remains.
"You who have been staring at me should have understood the difference between us eighteen years ago. That's why you hid here. This should be your secret base, right?"
"Then you might as well guess why I waited another eighteen years?"
Goethe said, his fingertips moving slightly.
A sword energy penetrated the opponent directly.
The sword energy wrapped in the sand of the river of time makes it impossible for the opponent to avoid it.
Because what this sword energy struck was not the afterimage in front of Goethe's eyes.
But its position on the river of time.
In the slowly flowing river of time, the time that the afterimage existed was directly dragged into the river bed by the mud and quickly disappeared.
The afterimage in front of Goethe's eyes disappeared instantly.
It's as if it doesn't exist at all.
There was only one question left.
"Why?"
Questioning and unwilling.
It is very puzzled.
Because, according to its script, it should be the best time to get a new body after luring Goethe in and using Qian Huang to drag the opponent into a desperate situation.
Unexpectedly, Emperor Qian, on whom it placed high hopes, was completely vulnerable.
Not only that, but it also allowed him to discover Goethe’s ‘legacy’ that he could utilize ontology.
This was like a bolt from the blue to him.
But it didn't give up.
Still staring at Goethe.
It knew that as long as Goethe discovered it, he would never give up looking for it.
It still has a chance.
But why did Goethe exceed his expectations?
Just kill him right away?
Even when it finally dissipated, it was still confused.
"Because you were discovered."
"Because now I think I have the ability to protect myself."
Goethe replied.
As soon as he finished speaking, a gaze across space swept over him.
In an instant, this gaze swept across the entire world.
Among them, of course, is Goethe.
But his eyes passed over Goethe, but he was not found.
His eyes hesitated slightly.
Finally, it disappeared.
Goethe stood on the ice field, opened his mouth and smiled softly——
