"Your Highness...Your Highness..."

"His Majesty!"

"Your Majesty, you are the hope of all people..."

“The hope of all nations…”

"Your Majesty, take us out of here..."

The cruel scene in front of Xuan Ji was broken. Before he could come back to his senses, the next moment, he fell into a station again. It was still the perspective of the sword spirit. His parasitic little master must have grown up a little, and his gaze was slightly higher.

Xuan Ji's soul had just fallen into this young body. Before he could see what was around, he felt a ruler on his back. Although the strength would not hurt someone, the child's center of gravity was unstable. He was caught off guard and was caught off guard. Xiao Sheng Lingyuan staggered and almost fell.

Xuan Ji was shocked and blurted out a fragrant sentence: "Your mother..."

"Stand up!" A cold female voice rang behind her, and Xiao Sheng Lingyuan shuddered and straightened his waist reflexively.

There was a rustling sound of the dress rubbing from behind him. The boy's neck was stiff after being beaten, and he subconsciously glanced at the corner of his eyes.

Before he could see anyone, the ruler fell down first.

"As a ruler, you should be squinted and not look at each other," said the cold voice. "If you want to see, you should turn around and look openly, your eyes rolling around, what does it look like!"

While speaking, the voice's master slowly walked to Sheng Lingyuan, and Xuan Ji finally saw the person clearly.

This is a tall and thin woman - maybe not very tall, but because of the little boy's perspective, he felt that the woman stood in front of her eyes, and felt very oppressive, like a mountain... a dry mountain.

"Kur Mountain" does not mean that she is old. The woman has a tall figure and smooth hair. Even if she wears plain clothes, she is noble and has no old look at all. However, for some reason, she has no vitality on her body, and she looks like a mummy with a good appearance.

Looking up, you can see a strict rectangular face with heavy makeup on her face, her clean and neat eyebrows reaching her temples, and below are a pair of slender hanging eyes that can make people feel ashamed - everything is garbage wherever she looks.

Xuan Ji's mood had not yet come back to his senses from the tragic escape road, and he was filled with negative emotions and said to himself: "Where is the hell that Master Mie Jue?"

The little sword spirit had a sympathy with him and cursed in the sea of ​​consciousness: "Old witch!"

Sheng Lingyuan ignored the sword spirit rarely, and the boy lowered his head quickly and said respectfully: "Yes, Queen Mother."

Xuan Ji: "..."

Wait, this is... the legendary Emperor Ping's legitimate Empress Chen? The one who was later placed under house arrest by Emperor Wu until death?

He couldn't help but take a closer look at the woman. His face seemed to have never smiled in his life, and he was quite unique. He took a random shot and took a group of photos. From the face shape, temperament and skeleton to the facial features, the mother and son had no similarities at all. Not to mention blood ties, they didn't look like the same species at first glance.

If this is my real mother, how powerful should Emperor Ping be?

Empress Chen held the ruler and stood in front of Sheng Lingyuan: "Crown Prince, do you know your mistake?"

"Son..." As soon as Sheng Lingyuan made a sound, the cold ruler hit his slightly raised shoulder, rubbed the little boy's delicate face, and immediately turned red.

"What kind of shoulders are you? How can you have such a shrinking state!"

Sheng Lingyuan hurriedly sank his shoulders, which had been lifted up because of his nervousness. Xuan Ji felt that every muscle in his body was fighting, and he was in a stressful state of ready to be beaten at any time, like a trembling kitten.

He was obviously trembling and forced his voice to not shake. He said with a serious expression: "Your son shouldn't have disturbed your brother's rest even though he knew he was in a bad condition..."

"Nonsense!" Jian Ling retorted loudly in his sea of ​​consciousness, "It was Ning Wang who said he was being locked in the room and was so frustrated that we took Liuboqi to visit him!"

However, only the bystander Sheng Lingyuan and Xuan Ji could hear the sound of the sword spirit. Xiao Sheng Lingyuan ignored him expressionlessly and continued: "I missed my homework because of playing tricks. My son knew that he was wrong and asked his mother to punish him."

Jian Ling screamed angrily: "That was what King Ning begged! Why did you admit your mistake? Snow Lingyuan, you're so angry!"

Chen Hou shouted, "Kneel down."

Sword Spirit: "No!"

Sheng Lingyuan didn't say a word, lifted the hem of his clothes and knelt straight on the cold and hard ground.

Empress Chen stared at him and asked slowly: "Who is the idea of ​​playing Liubo Chess?"

"It's King Ning!" Jian Ling shouted at the top of his voice, as if this could make him cry out to Sheng Lingyuan's small body, so that everyone could hear it.

Sheng Lingyuan said calmly: "It's a son."

"It's King Ning! It's King Ning!" Jian Ling saw Sheng Ling ignored him and shouted in tears, "It's King Ning!"

Xuan Ji roughly understood what was going on, and he felt a little strange. He always felt that he was so submissive, unlike the old devil's personality... the younger version shouldn't be.

But when Chen Hou heard "Oh" meaningfully, "Isn't it the instigation of your sword spirit?"

The crying little sword spirit stuck for a moment, Xiao Sheng Lingyuan was shocked and suddenly looked up at Hou Chen.

Xuan Ji, hiding in the boy's eyes, couldn't help but frown when he met Chen's gaze. He didn't know if Xiao Sheng Lingyuan could feel it, but as an adult, Xuan Ji felt that Chen's eyes were extremely weird.

That is definitely not a stern mother who is so angry that she looks at her unsatisfied child... she doesn't even look at the child she picked up by her stepmother.

Her eyes were filled with hatred and indescribable viciousness, especially when she raised the sword spirit, she stared at Sheng Lingyuan like a poisonous snake locking its prey.

"Mother……"

"Your sword spirit is a semi-finished product, and it is refined by monsters, and it is hard to tame wildness," the poisonous snake hissed, "I had already told Danli that the demon sword should be sealed. It is not too late to pull out the sword body and release it."

"Mother," Sheng Lingyuan's fist was quietly clenched in his sleeve, but he tried to act as if nothing had happened. "It was Erchen who thought Jianling was stupid and wanted to play Liubo Chess without a playmate, so he went to find his elder brother. He did not do his business. Erchen was willing to take it..."

A cold hand was gently placed on his hair, and Sheng Lingyuan froze.

The finger slowly stroked down his forehead and landed on the center of his eyebrows. The woman's pointed nails turned green and pressed into the child's delicate forehead, as if she wanted to force out the little sword spirit hidden in his sea of ​​consciousness.

The sword spirit spoiled by Sheng Lingyuan was furious and shouted: "Feng, you have the ability to seal the young master! This old witch!"

In panic, Xiao Sheng Lingyuan instinctively grabbed Chen's hand, but heard a crisp sound and was hit on the finger by a ruler: "Mother!"

Chen picked up his chin with a ruler and looked down at him for a moment: "Come here-"

A few black-clothed warlocks appeared from somewhere next to him, and without saying a word, he pulled Sheng Lingyuan up, and a talisman penetrated directly into the boy's sea of ​​consciousness. Xuan Ji's eyes went black, and then he instantly felt the illusion that he had an entity. The entity was roughly accumulated into a ball by something and stuffed into a sealed box. All his senses were immediately deprived of it and could not move.

Xuan Ji felt nervous - this was even worse than the torture "feeling deprivation" during World War II. After all, the feeling of deprivation of real people cannot be so thorough.

And this is a direct spiritual consciousness, and the sword spirit is still a childish ghost with incomplete mind.

Sure enough, the little sword spirit cursed first, but it didn't take long to curse. The silence panic quickly swallowed him up. Xuan Ji first heard him crying and asking for help, and then gradually began to talk nonsense. The memory began to become blurred, and the darkness was full of hallucinations. Then the messy pictures and sounds filled the surroundings intermittently. Even Xuan Ji, an outsider, began to lose the feeling of time, and it was difficult to tell whether those pictures were hallucinations or something.

It seems that it will be half a year later when the sword spirit regained its cognitive ability and allowed Xuan Ji to "read" this memory. Through Sheng Lingyuan's perspective, Xuan Ji judged that the young master was more than an inch taller.

Xuan Ji quickly collected fragmentary information around him and soon learned that the sword spirit was actually locked up for only three days before being released by Dan Li who was driven back. Dan Li was usually like a statue of a god who was neither happy nor sad. For the first time, he was furious and even brought a group of monks and masters to force the palace with swords.

The two groups of people were confronting each other. Danli and Chen Hou had a secret talk for two hours. I don’t know what agreement the two reached. In the end, the young prince was taken away by Danli and divided into two groups with Chen Hou’s troops, each gathering the old subordinates of the human race.

After the sword spirit that had been sealed for three days came out, he remained silent and "dumb" for half a year, as if he had died. In the past six months, Sheng Lingyuan had never slept for a night, and he worked hard to temper his spiritual consciousness every night, warming up the sword spirit that would no longer respond to him.

The sword spirit finally "awakened" and called him "Lingyuan" softly. Sheng Lingyuan was on the horse, and he didn't have time to respond immediately. Hearing the faint voice, Xiao Sheng Lingyuan was stunned for a few seconds in disbelief. After hearing the second "Lingyuan" of the sword spirit, he fell from the horse. His string was too tight and almost broke.

This lesson taught Sheng Lingyuan not to show his emotions and emotions, and not to be on his face. From then on, except for the sword spirit connected to his mind, he never showed his likes and dislikes again - until he was in power and the universe was monopolized.

This is how the old devil Xuan Ji knew was prototyped.

Xuan Ji followed them and looked at the memory from beginning to end. He seemed to have a ball of cotton stuffed into his chest, and he couldn't breathe. He had nowhere to vent his anger, and he didn't know who he was angry for. He passed through the messy memories in a daze, and he didn't know where to look.

I wanted to look at the young emperor who had never written in history, but I couldn't bear it.

The emotions of the Demon Sword Spirit seemed to have seriously disturbed him. If Sheng Lingyuan appeared in front of him now, Xuan Ji felt that he could forget the previous quarrels and alertness at the speed of light, and pounced on him and picked up the man.

He grabbed his hair anxiously, and a problem fell into his mixed thoughts - what happened to Queen Chen?

Sheng Lingyuan seemed not her biological son, but the enemy who killed her whole family.

And since she hated so much, why did she make him the emperor with Danli?

What rare virus strain is her mental illness caused?

As soon as this thought came, Xuan Ji's feet were gone, and the light and shadow in front of him changed, and he instantly came to another scene.

The cool air came to his face, and Xuan Ji shook his mind and recognized the magnificent and ancient building complex in front of him as Duling Palace.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the adult Sheng Lingyuan walking in front with a team of armored guards, striding in meteorically. When Xuan Ji saw the adult version of the person, he was not used to it, and was dragged away by His Majesty like a spirit behind him.

Duling Palace was built after defeating the demon king and the human race was unified. At that time, the Demon Sword had been broken, and the sword spirit did not know why it was not dead. It seemed to be in a "ghost" state that no one could see, and always followed the Human Emperor. It was a bit like Zhichun's state... It can be seen that Chun had multiple bodies due to chance. Can the Demon Sword be "born" in such a special occasion?

Before Xuan Ji could figure out his mind, he was pulled into a palace by Sheng Lingyuan without touching his feet.

His Majesty's robe was flying, and his anger was about to overflow. No one dared to look up at the sky wherever he passed. That little pitiful person was gone at all.

Xuan Ji had only had time to quickly glance at the palace plaque, and saw three big characters "Changming Palace" written on it.

Changming...Where is this place?

Before he could find a rough idea from the barren historical knowledge, an old lady rolled and crawled to Sheng Lingyuan's feet, stretched out her hands, as if she was trying to stop her: "Your Majesty stayed, the Empress Dowager was changing clothes, it was not convenient to see her..."

"Go away." Sheng Lingyuan flew out his sleeves without raising his head. The old maid flew out a few steps away and hit the beams and pillars of the hall.

Black fog appeared under Sheng Lingyuan's feet, and the stone bricks in the hall were trampled by him. He waved his hand to the guards behind him without looking back: "Search."

The old maid who fell to the ground lay on the ground and cursed loudly: "This is the Queen Mother's bedroom. How can you allow you to be so lawless! Your Majesty, can you kill your relatives?"

By the way!

Xuan Ji remembered that "Changming Palace" was the place where Empress Dowager Chen was under house arrest after losing power!

Xuan Ji suddenly opened his eyes wide and realized that what he was about to see was probably the truth about the historians who had been arguing about the "Martial Emperor's Destroying His Relatives" for thousands of years.

Xuan Ji didn't know what Sheng Lingyuan was searching for, but it was obvious that the mother and son should have broken up at this time. Empress Dowager Chen's treatment was no better than that of a prisoner. With Sheng Lingyuan's order, his guards searched the Queen Mother's bedroom without blinking.

"Your Majesty, there is no side palace."

"Your Majesty, there is no one in the bedroom."
To be continued...