In a lush garden, blooming purple flowers stand on both sides, emitting a faint fragrance, setting off the royal garden. Dozens of servants hung their heads on both sides of the garden, waiting for their masters.

I saw a child in his early teens wearing gorgeous clothes, wearing a bow and aiming at the target in the distance under the guidance of his close servant.

"Oh, by the way, Your Majesty, that's it. You let go of your fingers." The servant's hand left the child's wrist and taught earnestly.

The child let go of his hand and let the bow and arrow pop out, and a harsh sound passed through the air, accurately piercing into the center of the target.

"Okay!" The child smiled happily, looked at the bow in his hand and said, "I can shoot arrows too."

"Your Majesty is really talented and far beyond ordinary people. I learned it after only a few times."

The child was depressed again in a blink of an eye. He raised his hand and handed the bow to the servant, sat on his seat and held his chin and pondered.

"What's wrong with Your Majesty?" the servant asked in a low voice, and waved his hand to dismiss all servants.

The child picked up the apple on the table and smashed it at a departing servant to vent his dissatisfaction. The apple hit the servant's back and fell into two pieces. The servant's body trembled, his head drooped lower, and he did not dare to turn around, and he quickly accelerated his pace.

"Inner management, do you think General Gongsun's soldiers will come back? I have been sleeping so hard these days, for fear that I will never wake up if I close my eyes."

The Interior Chief comforted, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, there are 30,000 imperial guards here, and no one can get close to you."

"Aren't you right next to me?" The child raised his legs on the armrests of the seat and swung around, pointing at the office manager.

The Internal Affairs Chief's face froze, and he took a step back without leaving any trace, saying to the child: "Your Majesty said, I must be more careful in the future."

"It's okay, I'm just kidding you." The child waved his hand and asked the Interior Manager to come over, looking up at the clear sky: "What else is there to be fun today? Don't always have these items, I'm tired of playing."

"Don't worry, your Majesty, I'm prepared. A group of Qi army prisoners had just been transported to the city a few days ago. I'm locked them in a cage and killed my colleagues before I could have food. If you think it's too slow, you can just let them go to the battlefield to fight."

"Really?" The child's eyes lit up: "I have never seen anyone killing except birds and beasts."

"Of course it's true. Then the whole stage will be full of blood, it will look good." The Interior Manager responded with a smile on his face, bent and waited for the child's reply.

"Then do it, start now, I want to move." The child couldn't wait to jump off the seat and urged the Interior Supervisor.

The Interior Manager agreed repeatedly and led the child into the sedan chair: "Your Majesty is waiting here, I will ask someone to carry the sedan chair for you."

"Don't have to be so troublesome, you carry me on your back." The child smiled and pulled his clothes tightly.

"Oh." The Interior Manager held the child's legs and walked slowly along the Kusama path: "Then be careful, don't fall."

On one side, there were two cages standing in the center of the stand that were hundreds of feet long and wide. There was one person in each cage, with his hair disheveled, and his lips were cleaved like a living dead man, leaning against the corner, allowing the scorching sun to burn. The Imperial Army took out the key and put out the people in the two cages, threw a weapon, and stood outside the platform to guard.

Two living dead people picked up their weapons and stared at each other with white eyes. No one needed to read out the rules, they already knew what to do. They died on the field, or had a full meal, and chose one of them.

The Interior Manager approached each other and said a few words to him. The Interior Manager immediately looked at the man in disbelief. The man reiterated the words again, and the Interior Manager's expression became much better.

"His Majesty."

The child was watching the two dead slaves confront each other with relish. When the Interior Manager interrupted Yaxing, he held his face and asked, "Inner Manager, what's wrong?"

"The reinforcements sent by General Gongsun have arrived."

"What?! Arrived?" The child glared, and even ignored the fighting between the two people on the stage, he grabbed the clothes of the Interior Manager.

"Yes. But there is only one person. Your Majesty, don't be anxious. That person is a disciple of Guyun Sect. He has a profound realm and is here to protect your safety."

The child's face changed. When he heard the second half, his eyes shone and asked curiously: "He is from Guyun Sect, so he must have some particularly powerful magic. Maybe even our entire country does not have that kind of magic, and General Gongsun's sword skills are not as good as that."

The Officer of the Internal Affairs calmly comforted the child: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, he is being brought over. When you see him, just ask slowly."

Ling Xi looked at the old palace corridor. This palace has been built for a while, and there are mottled historical traces in many corners. However, due to lack of care, spider webs are formed everywhere.

He thought for a long time before he agreed to come to the capital to protect the emperor. Since Lingnan fled, his identity was equivalent to being exposed. If he stayed there, countless people from the royal court would definitely assassinate him.

"Go here." The servant opened the side door and said to Ling Xi: "Please go to the side of the hall, Your Majesty is waiting for you."

The servant refused to follow Ling Xi and continued to walk out of the side door alone. The corridor was full of imperial guards, and the degree of whistle and whistle was less common. He had no soul and didn't know how many imperial guards there were on the roof.

Ling Xi walked alone in this corridor for less than a stick of incense before she saw the figure sitting on the dragon chaise in the distance.

"Strange? This emperor is a child?" Xiao Ling said without hesitation in Ling Xi's mind, making Ling Xi not know what to agree with. She glanced at the imperial guards on both sides and pretended not to hear it.

"My name is Ling Xi. I am a disciple of Guyun Sect. I come to protect His Majesty's safety." Ling Xi came to the child and bent down and said.

The child shook his sleeves in a silence, but Ling Xi did not kneel down. Ling Xi is a disciple of Guyun Sect, and he is detached from the world and does not have to abide by the rules of the mortal world. The chief official of the Internal Affairs reminded him before Ling Xi came.

"Pingsheng. Lingxi, I ask you, what do you have in Guyun Sect? It is rumored that you have countless immortal peaks in Guyun Sect, and each of them has formations to bless you, and the spiritual energy scatters like a fairyland." The child asked, holding up the patterns on the dragon chaise with both hands.

"Go back to Your Majesty, Guyun Sect has only a few barren mountains. It is not a good place to accumulate some spiritual energy through the formations of his ancestors." Ling Xi's words are true. It was indeed as the child said before, like a fairyland, but since Zi Lan burned all the mountains with fire, the mountain was black and bare until Ling Xi left. It was considered to be unfolded. I hope there would be any scenery.

"I have also heard that your disciples of Guyun Sect are all geniuses in thousands. I wonder if I can let me see them." The child pointed to the battlefield and asked, wanting Ling Xi to perform on stage.

Ling Xi smiled bitterly and refused, "Your Majesty, let's forget it. I have not recovered from my serious injury, so I can't take action." Ling Xi has not recovered yet and cannot even clench his fists. He said he was here to protect the emperor, but in fact he was here to take refuge.

The child was a little disbelief and stood up to Ling Xi and grabbed his hand and asked, "You can't see any injuries on your body, so why can't you take action?"

He lifted Ling Xi's sleeve and exposed the blood-red pattern, which was the trace of the Tian Ni Technique engraved on his arm. The other arm was Xiao Ling's Qilin pattern. At this time, the blood-red pattern was exposed to the outside world, spreading along the blood vessels, like a hated monster, parasitizing on Ling Xi.

The child was stunned and was so scared that he let go of his hands. The sleeves fell down and covered the lines again.

The Interior Manager's eyes flashed and hurriedly stepped forward to support the child. The child pointed to Ling Xi's arm and asked, "What was your hand...what was that just now?"

"It's just a tattoo." Ling Xi said lightly. If it weren't for his lack of strength, he wouldn't have let a child lift his sleeves.

The battle platform not far away shouted, and the stage was full of blood. Only one of the two was still standing, gasping for bleeding and mist staring at the direction of the child.

"They've finished fighting." said the Interior Manager with a smile.

Ling Xi looked at the poor man and asked the child: "Do you like this?"

"Isn't it interesting to see them fighting each other? I guess you've killed someone too." The child blinked and asked.

"Playing with life is not a pleasure, it is called cruelty. It is not what a king should do."

The Interior Chief Minister turned dark when he heard this and retorted: "Now the country is trapped. As a king, how can he shake the enemy country without killing and ruthlessness? You only know kindness and do not care about the world. How can you know how difficult it is to maintain the throne?"

"The second half of the sentence was made up by you, I don't mean that. Speaking of the emperor, Your Majesty might as well learn from General Gongsun." Ling Xi was too lazy to talk to him more. How could there be no such eunuch by his side? He has been in the deep palace for a long time and can only flatter him.

"Don't argue." The child stopped the thought of the Interior Manager's desire to continue refuting, looked at the battle station and said, "You two go up and fight. Do you still want to argue in front of me?"

"This is not what the slave means, it's just that this person misleading you, and the slave is so angry that he can't do it for a moment."

"You don't need to say this, I will tell you whether it's good or bad." The child snorted coldly, walked to Ling Xi and said, "Come with me, I want to ask you something."

The Interior Supervisor was left in place and glared at Ling Xi's back fiercely. Ling Xi turned his head and saw him silently saying something with his mouth: " Stay away from Your Majesty."

Ling Xi chuckled and shook her head, withdrew her gaze and looked at the internal affairs manager who looked sour.

After Ling Xi and the others turned around the corner, the Interior Supervisor took out a handkerchief from his arms, drew a pattern on Ling Xi's arm based on his memory, and called a servant, and ordered: "Ask those spiritual masters to see if they know what the pattern refers to."

"Ling Xi." The little emperor led Ling Xi through the long corridor and turned his head to ask, "Are you saying true?"

"What does Your Majesty mean?"

"The way to be the king."

"How could I know this?" Ling Xi laughed out loud.

The little emperor still refused to give in: "I have never left the imperial city once as a child. I know everything I know is told by the inner stewards. Whatever he says is what he says, but I don't believe him." In front of the boy Ling Xi, the little emperor experienced the taste of an ordinary person, removed the invisible shackles that had been for many years, and no longer called himself me.

"Your Majesty doesn't even believe him. Can you still believe me as an outsider? I have only known you for two incense sticks."

"You have to help me, I promise you a no-excessive condition."

"Condition?" Ling Xi was instantly cheered up. He had the opportunity to borrow fragments of the Eight Wheel Realm so soon.

"Well, as long as I can do it, I will promise you." The little emperor said to Ling Xi: "Help me get out of the city and see what the outside world is like."

"Are you sure?" Ling Xi asked him: "I want to borrow the artifact of the Cial Kingdom, the fragments of the Eight Wheel Realm."

The little emperor did not react much when he heard the artifact, and shook his head and said, "That thing, the inner tube hides it, not in the treasury. I don't know where it is. If you want to use it, I will ask the inner tube at that time."

Ling Xi frowned and said nothing. He dared to send the artifact to another place without the consent of the little emperor. This internal affairs manager was even worse than he thought, and he might have embezzled so much of the treasury.

"He is very good at managing the rules. The servants are very wise, and no one dares to disrespect me. Except for not allowing me to leave the city, there is nothing else that is not allowed. I can still see memorials sent every day, and the inner guard will only give instructions after asking for my opinion." The little emperor made a slow statement word by word, fearing that Ling Xi would not be able to hear it clearly.
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