"Zeng Jing suspected that Uncle Ye was the bloodline left by Taizu, but this jade pendant is wrong." Su Ziji thought of the dragon-patterned jade pendant with a bright yellow pendant: "This is obviously an imperial product, and it was also made by Dazheng.
Made."
"When Ji Zicheng did not become king, the system was not complete, so it was possible to leave his bloodline without knowing it. When he became king, he gave this thing, so it is impossible that there was no record."
"So living in the world after the founding of the People's Republic of China is only possible because of the prince's bloodline."
"Could it be said that not regretting is actually the blood of the prince?"
This is not a good thing, at least Su Ziji thinks so, or Ye Weihan thinks so too. The prince was imprisoned in the past. After the prince committed suicide, the furious emperor ordered the prince's wives and concubines to commit suicide, including his several-year-old grandson.<
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Such cruelty makes him worthy of being an emperor.
When Su Ziji heard about it, he thought Jin Shang was a hero, but now that he suspected that Ye Buhui might be of the prince's bloodline, he had to have a headache.
If the prediction is correct, it is very likely that what we are looking for is the bloodline of the prince. After all, there is no need for descendants of the royal family who have not been convicted to hide in this remote county.
"It is assumed that we are looking for the prince's bloodline, but I noticed that no one from Fang Zhen's side noticed Ye Buhui at all. It is obvious that the court did not know that this bloodline was only for girls, and was checking based on the dragon grandson."
"If the court knew that the prince's bloodline was just that of a girl, how would they treat Ye Buhui?"
"And it's not like the emperor has no sons. Now that the kings of Qi and Shu are older, they can inherit the throne. Why are they so eager to search for the prince's bloodline?"
"If Uncle Ye is not Buhui's father, but Tuogu's minister, then why does he insist that Ye Buhui disown his relatives and work hard to become a chess master? What's the mystery here?"
Su Ziji thought about it and took out a piece of paper. This was the last piece of paper Ye Weihan gave to him. When he opened it, he found seven names with simple information written on them, followed by "killable"!
"This is actually evidence. As long as you check whether the people on this list are related to the death of the prince, you can prove whether Ye Buhui is of the prince's blood."
"The problem now is that I have been identified as being of the prince's bloodline." Su Ziji really had a splitting headache when he thought of this.
With half a piece of rosewood, Su Ziji has no doubt that he can live the life he wants.
Tongsheng, scholar, scholar, Jinshi, even number one scholar.
Su Ziji even had plans for his own official career. It would be good to have a high position, a high-ranking official, and a good name in history. However, the prime ministers in previous dynasties have basically reached their peak after being in power for ten years. They must retire after fifteen years, otherwise they may be jealous of the emperor.<
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Therefore, anyone who is truly wise knows that reaching the sky in one step often leads to a bad death.
He became prime minister at the age of forty, and then because he had been in office for a long time, he was dismissed from office and sentenced to death?
Therefore, just like playing games, arrange the time and stages of life well. If you retire at sixty-five, you can become a prime minister at fifty, a minister at forty, a prefecture at thirty, and a job in the Imperial Academy at twenty.<
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Neither fast forward nor stagnant, enjoy the best treatment at each stage, take it easy and there will be no big disaster.
Of course, most people work hard to get an official position. Even if they become Jinshi, most of them are wasted. But I have half a piece of rosewood to cheat. If I can't do this, I am too stupid.
When you retire at the age of sixty-five, you can take cultivating immortality as your main job, be rich with tens of millions of dollars, and ride a crane to Yangzhou - it's perfect!
Now all planning is finished.
"Being married to Buhui transferred the dragon's energy. Rosewood, why didn't you inform me in advance?" Su Ziji felt that all this was so coincidental that he didn't have time to react.
"I am confessing to the court now that I am not of the prince's blood. Will the court believe it?" Su Ziji shook his head. Thinking about it with a normal person's mind, he knew it was impossible. If the court believed it, the result would be even more terrible. This means
Someone can actually pretend to be a clan member.
You have to dissect yourself, or even take out your soul to examine it.
Su Ziji thought about it and realized that he had to flee immediately with Ye Bugui, or the only way to survive was to implement this identity.
"No matter why the court is looking for the prince's bloodline, it is definitely not a direct execution. After all, if that was the case, I would have been arrested long ago."
"It's actually not difficult to implement the identity. You can make excuses not to teach royal etiquette at all. You just want me to live a peaceful life and feel confident that I don't know how to do it."
"Even if the identity is confirmed in the future, you only need to behave as a son should, for example, kill the person who framed the prince - and you can hide it."
"The only danger is, why is the court looking for the prince's bloodline?" Thinking of Fang Zhen's last words of "be careful", Su Ziji shuddered and lowered his head.
"It doesn't matter, I still have something to rely on - Soviet style boxing level 5 (4123/5000)"
After experiencing a life-and-death struggle, I am not far away from breaking through to the sixth level. Based on my experience in the Four Books and Five Classics, breaking through to the sixth level is a threshold.
"Moreover, it is obvious that the killing skills are not that weak. Even a Taoist will die if he is stabbed."
"I don't think the martial arts in this world are particularly powerful. The Soviet style boxing is a skill that my family has collected from many techniques and spent 200 years practicing on the battlefield."
"But you can learn from a few books and see if they can be combined into a unique skill."
"This is just personal self-protection. How is it possible for martial arts to defy the odds and fight against a million-strong army?"
"The key lies in the Panlong Heart Technique - Panlong Heart Technique Level 2 (1870/2000)"
"Now that I absorb dragon energy, can I break the shackles and upgrade without collecting humane seeds?"
"I will practice more these days. Anyway, we are not far from 2000."
"Wenxindiaolong can interfere with people's hearts. Do I need to use this power to determine its effect?"
"I want to turn my passivity into initiative and take the initiative to change my destiny."
Just when Su Ziji figured everything out, he suddenly heard a faint choking sound. He quickly stood up, hesitated for a moment when he reached the door, and then pushed the door open and went in.
Anyway, we have already married, even if we are not officially husband and wife, we are still fiancées, so there is no need to be pretentious here.
As soon as he entered, he saw Ye Buhui curled up into a ball and lying on his side on the couch, looking very lonely.
When Ye Weihan died, I was a little sad, but for Ye Buhui, it was like the sky had fallen, and his heart could not be described as more than sad.
This posture of shrinking into a ball is psychologically a very insecure sign.
Su Ziji was silent for a moment, regretting not comforting her carefully just now. But when he got closer, he realized that she was not awake, but her body was shrinking, and she choked occasionally. It seemed that even if she fell asleep, her heart was full of sadness and helplessness.
It’s hard to calm down.
He wanted to cover her with a quilt, but her eyelids moved slightly, and she was about to wake up. Su Ziji hurriedly stopped, and got on the bed without any pretense. She seemed to feel the warmth. She gradually moved closer to him in her sleep, and stretched her hands and feet. When night fell, Su Ziji lay down and let her gradually come closer, seeming to absorb the warmth and safety. Her instinctive choking gradually disappeared and she fell into a deep sleep.
The little fox woke up, looked around, and chirped twice.
"Little guy, are you panicking too?"
"Don't be afraid, just go to sleep." Su Ziji said, "As long as I'm here, the sky won't fall."