The emperor stared angrily at the eldest prince who seemed to have changed into a different person, and said in anger: "Si Lin, do you know what you are doing?"

"Father, you don't need to say more. I know what I am doing. Over the years, you have favored my ninth brother time and time again. Have you ever seen me?"

Si Lin's eyes turned red, he was not convinced. Since childhood, he had been better than Si Qingjiu, the loser. The Grand Tutor also liked him the most. Everyone praised the eldest prince for being as gentle as jade.

But his father never cared. Instead, he was on guard against him, fearing that he would hurt Si Qingjiu.

Why?

The emperor looked at his least worried child with disappointment. He was biased, he admitted.

But he did not treat the eldest prince unfairly. Apart from not making him a king, he received all the rewards he deserved, and many times he even received better rewards than Xiaojiu.

Just to tell him that he cares about him.

Although he couldn't be as good as Xiaojiu, he still liked him very much. He even wrote another one after stamping Xiaojiu's imperial edict.

It was an imperial decree that conferred upon him the title of king, allocating the richest areas to him.

Unfortunately, this imperial edict is destined to never be delivered.

"It's not too late for you to turn back now. I will forgive you for the past." The emperor suppressed the sadness in his heart and advised in a deep voice.

“Hahahahahahaha”

Si Lin laughed, and his laughter was extremely loud, which seemed particularly creepy in this night.

"Father, even at this point, you still only care about Si Qingjiu and persuade me to stop. Why don't you just give me the throne?"

He glared at Si Qingjiu viciously: "Do you want to leave it to him, to your most favored son, even if he is a waste."

"I'm not a loser." Si Qingjiu retorted unhappily, "Don't drag me down if you're not good enough. I'll get angry."

"So what if you're angry?" Si Lin sneered, looking at Si Qingjiu as if he was looking at a dead person.

"Ninth brother, don't blame me for being cruel. All this was forced by my father. I am just taking back what belongs to me."

"Bullshit." Si Qingjiu started to curse: "Stop putting accusations on father and stop sowing discord between me and him. Also, there is nothing in this world that should belong to you. The throne belongs to father, and he will give it to whoever he wants. You can ask for it, and if you get it, it's your ability, and if you don't, it's your fate."

He has always believed that if you want something, you should just take it, snatch it, or grab it. Whether you can get it, snatch it, or grab it depends on your own ability.

But don't think he was born to be him.

of.

Self-deception has never been the attitude of a strong person.

"Besides, if I get angry, the consequences will be terrible." Si Qingjiu raised his eyes slightly, flashing with an unknown light.

Si Lin sneered and disdained his words: "Ninth brother, are you naive or hopelessly stupid? Open your eyes and look, you are the ones asking me for it now."

"Oh~" Si Lin smiled happily, his tone rising: "You are stalling for time with me, waiting for General Zuo to rescue you, right? Do you think General Zuo will kill us and we will end up miserably?"

“Hahahahahahaha”

Si Lin laughed again, revealing a hint of madness, with a look of resentment in his eyes: "I advise you not to think about it, General Zuo will not come."

"What did you do?" The emperor was shocked.

"What did I do?" Si Lin played with the long sword in his hand, his face full of malice: "Of course, I asked him to stay with the death warriors and soldiers I raised for a while."

At this point, she stared at Si Qingjiu and said, "Do you think you are the only one who discovered it? I also discovered it, but I was just using a trick. I'm afraid General Zuo is still in the mountains. Ninth brother, you should go with father today."

"Si Lin, how dare you!" The emperor called his eldest son's name for the first time and trembled with anger.

He was not so panicked at first because he had Zuo Jun as a backup. Unexpectedly, they had discovered it long ago and even resorted to exposing their private soldiers to contain Zuo Jun.

Good, very good.

Si Qingjiu quickly helped him sit down, "Father, don't worry, don't worry, it's just a small problem, don't worry."

The emperor sighed, not knowing whether to scold his son for being too careless or to feel sad. His little Jiu really faced this kind of danger very often.

"Si Lin, do you really want to risk the world's condemnation and usurp the throne? Even if you sit on the throne, no one will recognize you." The emperor advised again, he had to find a way to send Xiaojiu away.

Si Lin swung the long sword in his hand, his eyes full of sinisterness: "What is the greatest taboo in the world? How can I be considered the greatest taboo in the world? Didn't Si Qingjiu rebel against the emperor long ago? If I take the throne, who wouldn't think this is tradition?"

Si Qingjiu: "..."

Wow, you're not even as good as me in talk shows.

Rebellion has become a tradition.

There are just too many complaints.

The emperor was also choked and didn't know how to refute for a moment.

"Alright, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you." He stretched out his hand, and a young eunuch behind him immediately handed over the imperial edict respectfully. Si Lin held it and said, "Father,

Please write a word on it and stamp it with the imperial seal."

"Father, I feel like what Si Lin said is quite right. We are indeed a family, and he even issued an imperial edict to seal it for you." Si Qingjiu blinked his dark eyes, with emotion on his face.

Emperor: “…”

I don't want to talk anymore.

Si Lin frowned fiercely, looking at the emperor with a look filled with anger: "You passed the throne to him."

"Of course. If my father doesn't give me the throne, how can he give it to you?" Si Qingjiu rolled his eyes, opened the box in his hand, and showed off to the person opposite: "See, this is the real imperial edict, don't bring your imitation."

"You!" Si Lin was furious. He held the imperial edict tightly and swung the knife in his hand fiercely: "Catch Si Qingjiu for me and make him speechless."

"Si Lin, how dare you!" The emperor was furious and hurriedly tried to pull the man away, trying to get him to hide.

Si Qingjiu stuffed the imperial edict box back to her father, the emperor, and pulled out a whip from her waist. The innocence on her face instantly turned into indifference: "Si Lin, you are stubborn and will not change your ways. Since I can't save you, I can only kill you."

system:? ? ?

"Speaking of reason, host, when did you save him? You have been provoking him all the time. It is more appropriate to use poison."

"Du and Du have the same pronunciation, it doesn't matter." Si Qingjiu replied in a very simple manner, insisting on his kindness.

The system rolled its eyes and looked disdainful.

Si Lin felt that Si Qingjiu was just struggling to survive, and he could only mock his actions: "Ninth brother, you'd better not show off your crippled limbs. Just surrender and you'll suffer less."

"Xiaojiu!" the emperor also called out.

Seeing a group of royal guards covered in blood rushing over, Si Qingjiu moved the whip in his hand.

'Pop'

The soft whip became like the hardest steel wire in his hand, and he whipped the guard who rushed up first.

They screamed in pain and fell to one side due to the force of the whip.

"ah!"

"Ouch."

Soon, there were several people lying on the ground.

Si Lin's face darkened and his eyes became darker.

The emperor was also stunned. Didn’t his stupid son throw a tantrum and make a scene when facing a martial arts director, and refused to practice even if he died?

How come you are so awesome?

"Come at me, no matter if you live or die." Si Lin said fiercely.

More Royal Guards rushed forward.

The empty hall,

All of a sudden, hundreds of people rushed in and rushed towards Si Qingjiu.

Every time Si Qingjiu swung his whip, it swept a wide area, but he was somewhat restricted in his movements because he had to protect the emperor. He simply threw away the whip, rushed forward, pulled out the knife of the foremost imperial guard, and with a flip of his wrist, he cut the other's neck.

Si Qingjiu's speed was too fast. Those who rushed forward fell down one after another before they could even react.

The scarlet liquid spilled onto the ground, and the air was filled with the smell of rust, which was disgusting.

A person dressed in off-white gorgeous clothes with flying skirts flashed among a group of bronze armors, like a fluttering butterfly, light and neat.

Black hair was flying around, a few strands fell on the face, kissing it continuously, as if trying to add other colors to that touch of white.

Si Qingjiu almost fell down as soon as he swung his sword.

Gradually, corpses piled up at his feet, his fair face turned red, and his clothes were decorated to look like blooming red plums.

After killing the last person who rushed up, drops of bright red blood slowly fell to the ground from the handle of the knife held by Si Qingjiu.

The blade reflected silver light under the candlelight, looking bloodthirsty and terrifying.

The pair of eyes hidden behind the blade were bright black, just like the night sky outside, without a trace of light.

Si Lin subconsciously took two steps back, his heart filled with fear and his face turned pale.

The emperor was also shocked. He never knew Xiaojiu was so powerful. At this moment, he seemed like a different person, just like he was in the court.

Decisive and powerful.

He felt very relieved, and now he was really at ease.

Even if Zuo Jun betrayed him in the future, he would not worry that Xiaojiu would not be able to protect himself.

very good.

very good.

"You, how could you, how is it possible?" Si Lin came to his senses and shouted uncontrollably. He didn't believe it, he didn't believe it.

Si Qingjiu threw away the knife and wiped the blood splattered on his face with his left hand. Under his slightly messy hair, his eyes narrowed slightly and his voice was cold and hoarse: "Nothing is impossible. You should get going."

"No." Si Lin saw him walking towards him step by step. There were only two imperial guards left beside him. He pretended to be calm and threatened: "Si Qingjiu, don't think I'm coming here like this. The entire palace has been controlled by me. My large army is outside. As long as I shout, they will rush in."

"Heh..." Si Qingjiu licked his lips, "Go ahead and shout. I'll watch you shout."

He approached Si Lin step by step, just like he was approaching his prey.

Si Lin panicked and yelled again, "I'm not kidding you, Si Qingjiu." Seeing that he had no intention of stopping, he shouted outside, "Someone come, someone come."

Half a cup of tea passed and no one came.

After a cup of tea, still nothing.

Si Lin's expression changed drastically, and he faced the door: "Someone, someone, come!"

"Why, no one is coming? I'll help you call." Si Qingjiu smiled evilly, but his eyes were cold: "Someone come."

As soon as the words were spoken, the sound of orderly footsteps rang out in the night.

A well-trained army dressed in jet-black armor, armed with long swords and spears, and with a murderous aura at first glance, walked in.

The leader was none other than the great general, Zuo Jun, who was being held back by his Zheng family's assassins and private soldiers as Si Lin had mentioned.

Si Lin's pupils shrank suddenly, his feet went weak, and he staggered.

"No, why are you here, no, no."

He had arranged everything, his grandfather had also planned everything, including his mother, who controlled the harem.

But how could such a big change happen?

Why didn't Zuo Jun leave the city? Why didn't he go into the mountains?

Zuo Jun didn't even look at him and just walked past him.

When Si Qingjiu saw someone coming, he dropped the knife in his hand and ran over, aggrieved: "General, you are finally here, they are so scary, so many people bullying me, I am scared to death."

Emperor: “…”

Si Lin: “…”

A group of imperial guards were lying on the ground, their lives or deaths unknown: "..."

The system rolled its eyes and it knew it.

Zuo Jun caught the man who flew over to him, his eyes full of heartache. He brushed the hair off his face to the side and gently wiped the remaining blood on his face. "I'm late and scared you."

Emperor: “…”

How could he be frightened? Shouldn't they be the ones frightened?

Looking at the hundreds of people killed by him alone, the emperor felt very complicated at this moment.

Si Lin's teeth were grinding and his eyes were bloodshot. It was obviously Si Qing who was drunk and cruel, so why did Zuo Jun pretend not to see it!

Si Qingjiu shook her head and obediently let the man do what he wanted. "No, just right."

She raised her hands in front of him, her tone becoming more pitiful: "My hands hurt so much. It's really annoying to hit people. I'm so gentle.

A person is forced to do such a cruel and terrible thing. They are really bad. "

System: "...Host, can you still have some tea?"

"What tea? I'm just acting like a spoiled child." Si Qingjiu snorted and rolled his eyes at the system.

The system is speechless. What the hell are you doing by acting like a spoiled child? Why are you still acting like a spoiled child?

The aroma of tea is everywhere.

Zuo Jun was obviously very impressed by this. He held his hand and rubbed it gently. "If this happens again in the future, call me. Don't do it yourself. It will dirty your hands."

"Okay." Si Qingjiu nodded, "I'm afraid of them too. They're too fierce."

Emperor: “…”

"Sang Yu, do you think I am hallucinating?"

Eunuch Sang: "…Your Majesty, please sit down first. I will pour you a cup of tea."

Emperor: “…”

It seems that there is no auditory hallucination.

Si Lin was so angry that he was about to smoke. Si Qingjiu, Si Qingjiu, this is too much, too much.

"Si Qingjiu, you..."

"Hey, you're still here." Si Qingjiu tilted his head and looked at the person who spoke, with a look of surprise, as if he didn't understand why you hadn't disappeared yet.

Si Lin bit his tongue and said, "You, you are going too far."

"I'm going too far?" Si Qingjiu was full of disbelief, but then he smiled again, and admitted generously with curved eyebrows: "Yes, that's what happened to me. Don't you know that I was waiting for you?"

"How is that possible!" Si Lin didn't believe it. He couldn't accept it.

Si Qingjiu blew on the dragon whiskers that were floating over because of his action, "What's impossible? You can use your tricks against me, so how can you be sure that I can't use your tricks against you?"

"Since I found out that your Zheng family had assassins, I knew you would definitely rebel. Oh no, I should say even earlier." Si Qingjiu raised the corners of his lips: "When you had someone instigate me to rebel, you were ready to force me to abdicate."

"You've given me such good evidence. How can I live up to your good intentions if I don't investigate? Who would have known that pulling out the radish would bring out the dirt, and that so many people with ulterior motives would be caught."

"I'm too lazy to approach you one by one, so I had to deliberately leak the news to you, so that you can jump out and seek death. Look, how is the result? Is it perfect?"

Si Qingjiu was smiling, and in the flickering candlelight, with his blood-stained clothes, he looked breathtakingly beautiful, yet dangerous.

Si Lin went crazy and shook his head violently: "No, no, how could this happen, it's impossible, impossible, no

It will be discovered.”

Si Qingjiu was too lazy to pay attention to him anymore and turned to his emperor father: "Father, what do you think we should do? I suggest that we either imprison him to guard the tomb of our ancestors or go down to accompany them. I think our ancestors will be happy. What do you think?"

Emperor: “…”

"Imprison him."

With a light sigh, the emperor seemed to have aged ten years that night.

He really didn't expect that his eldest son would force the emperor to abdicate, catching him off guard and almost harming Xiaojiu... Thinking of this, the emperor stopped strangely, with a complicated expression.

Forget it, children and grandchildren have their own blessings.

When Si Lin heard his fate, he fell to the ground. He knew that everything was over.

He understood when Zuo Jun came in.

The imperial guards guarding outside were all his uncle's and only obeyed the orders of his uncle and himself.

Now that Zuo Jun has come in, they can only...

Oh, right, mother.

"Father, please forgive my mother. She knows nothing and she did nothing. Everything is my fault. It's all me."

"And grandfather, no, it's the Prime Minister, they are all innocent. Father, please give them a chance to live. Please."

Si Lin knelt before the emperor, begging for mercy with tears on his face.

The emperor couldn't bear to watch it, but he forced himself to turn his head away and not look.

Some things, once they are done, there is no room for negotiation.

Si Qingjiu lowered his eyes to hide his emotions.

Zuo Jun raised his hand, and immediately soldiers came forward and dragged Si Lin away.

The mournful plea for mercy was particularly clear in the darkness of the night.

That night, the Zheng family, which had been prominent for three generations and for a hundred years, collapsed. The eldest prince was said to be seriously ill and was sent away overnight. The imperial concubine hanged herself, and the prime minister's residence was surrounded by fire. Only Zheng Qin, who was far away in Wen County, was still safe.

But within five days, news came that Zheng Qin had contracted the plague and passed away.

The Zheng family was completely defeated.

When receiving the news, Si Qingjiu just sighed. The prime minister really arranged everything perfectly.

The fire in the Prime Minister's Mansion burned all night and burned everything.

But it was not them who set the fire. Before they sent anyone to leave, the Prime Minister's Mansion caught fire.

Although he had arranged people to guard in the dark to prevent the prime minister from escaping.

But I didn't expect that this guy was also ruthless and didn't even think about running away.

Then he set fire to it and burned it clean.

Perhaps, he knew that rebellion was such a heinous act that he might not be able to escape even if he ran away, and he didn't want his family to suffer in prison again, so...

"…I will pass the throne to the Ninth Prince, who will ascend the throne on a chosen day. I decree this."

Eunuch Sang finished the last sentence in a sharp voice and closed the bright yellow imperial edict, "My lords, accept my order."

"Your Highness, I will obey your command."

"Long live the emperor, long live the emperor. Long live your majesty."

"Stand up." Si Qingjiu sat on the golden dragon throne and raised his hand.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Eunuch Sang: "If you have something to say, please report it. If not, please leave the court."

The Minister of Works immediately stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, I have a report. The Minister of Works and others who went to Wen County have conveyed a message that the tree species have been determined and are only waiting for Your Majesty's order."

Si Qingjiu: "Inform the surrounding counties and cities to cooperate fully."

"Your Majesty, the epidemic in Wen County has been brought under control, but we have missed the best time for spring plowing. I'm afraid the grain supply in Wen County will be insufficient next year." The new Minister of Revenue continued to make a memorial.

Si Qingjiu: "I got some special food earlier. We can plant it even if we miss the best time for spring ploughing. I will have someone send it to you. As for how to arrange the planting, it will be up to you."

He also didn't expect that the first place to be covered by sweet potatoes and potatoes would be Wen County.

That's just right.

Sweet potatoes and potatoes are both easy-to-grow varieties, and he bought them from the system mall, so they are of high quality and he doesn't have to worry about the yield.

When sweet potatoes and potatoes have a good harvest in Wen County, other places will start planting them spontaneously without the need for us to promote them.

"Your Majesty, a new round of imperial examinations is about to begin. Do you think it will be the same as in previous years?" The Minister of Personnel stepped out and asked.

Si Qingjiu thought for a moment and denied it: "Notify them that this year's imperial examination will be postponed for a month. Those who arrive early will be given unified accommodation. Also inform them that an additional subject, livelihood, will be added this year. Let them think and explore on their own. The imperial examination will be held in a month."

Scientific research sometimes involves people's livelihood, but it is very superficial and small, and the scope covered is extremely narrow.

This time he did not decide on a main theme, but just gave a topic and assigned the essay a wide range of topics, leaving it up to the writer to express his ideas.

As soon as the court was over, the Ninth Prince ascended the throne. The news spread like wildfire, saying that he had issued some new policies regarding the people and that he had found high-yield food specifically for the common people.

The reputation is well-known in Beijing

The city's Siqing wine was once again praised to the sky.

People always think very simply, and what they care about is even simpler: to have enough food and clothing and to survive.

They love whoever can make them achieve it.

What's more, the Ninth Prince is such a people-friendly emperor, which makes them like him even more.

A lot has happened in less than half a year.

Wen County felt the most deeply.

Wen County has been completely rebuilt, with beautiful and tidy houses, firm ground, and lush trees swaying in the wind by the river, as if symbolizing their new life.

And in the fields, the ladies and husbands were holding large sweet potatoes, smiling sweetly and charmingly.

Today's Wen County doesn't look like a place that has suffered from floods and faced plague.

"Your Majesty, thank you very much for transporting such precious crops to Wen County. Everyone tasted them last month, and we will start the collective harvest this month."

The magistrate of Wen County smiled so well that his face was full of wrinkles. He was not very old, just over forty years old, but he looked like he was in his fifties or sixties. His hair was also gray, but he looked very energetic, as if he had seen the light of hope.

Si Qingjiu, their new emperor, is that light.

"Grandpa County Magistrate, you are here. My mother and the others are digging sweet potatoes. These sweet potatoes are delicious. I'll give them to you."

A little child ran over and happily handed the washed sweet potato to the county magistrate. When he found that there was someone else nearby, he took out another one from his pocket.

"Handsome brother, this is for you. It's delicious. My mother said it was given to us by His Majesty. His Majesty is such a good man."

The child, who was about five or six years old, had a sincere face and a clean and bright smile. Coupled with the joyful words of harvest behind him, Si Qingjiu was also infected. Under the nervous gaze of the county magistrate, he took the sweet potato, broke it in half, and returned half to the child.

"Brother can't eat that much, let's each have half." He took a bite and nodded with a smile: "It's delicious and sweet."

"Yes, sweet. My mother said that many nobles can't eat sweet food. I love your majesty so much. When I grow up, I will also take the imperial examination and serve your majesty, and become a good official like your majesty and the county magistrate."

Children's words are the most touching. Si Qingjiu smiled and rubbed his head with his hand: "Okay, then the handsome brother is waiting for you, go and play."

After watching the child walk away, Si Qingjiu returned to the carriage on the roadside.

After the affairs in the capital were settled, and his father's poison was cleared, he decisively handed over the government affairs.

He threw it back to his father, and then took Zuo Jun with him to start a secret visit.

During these days he traveled to many places and saw a lot of suffering and happiness. He asked the historian who accompanied him to remember all of it, while he himself issued decrees or proposed methods to improve the situation along the way.

Now, he has been on the throne for only half a year, but his benevolent policies have already spread throughout the country.

Even the officials in the court who were originally dissatisfied gave up the idea of ​​letting the emperor reign again.

No one can deny that the current Ninth Prince is no longer the ridiculous Ninth Prince of the past.

He grew up to be a good monarch who loved his people like his own children and worked hard.

The people love him and the officials respect him.

"The emperor is urging us to return to the palace." Zuo Jun fed a piece of cake to Si Qingjiu who lay on the chair as soon as he got on the carriage.

Si Qingjiu waved his hand lazily: "No, he is still strong and healthy, so he should work more, otherwise he will become useless."

Zuo Jun looked helpless. You didn’t say that at the beginning. Forget it, whatever he said is what it is.

but.

"Your Majesty, it's time to put our marriage on the agenda."

Si Qingjiu, who was eating cakes, opened her eyes and blinked, then smiled: "Okay, we'll do it after we return to the palace."

But when will he return to the palace? Hehe, who knows?

Zuo Jun pretended not to see the cunning in his eyes, this little bastard.

It doesn't matter, he has other ways.

So, that night, there was a knock on Si Qingjiu's door.

Si Qingjiu, who had just taken off his coat and was only wearing underwear to rest, opened the door in confusion, looked at the person outside, and raised his eyebrows: "General, why are you not sleeping at night? Why are you looking for me?"

Zuo Jun raised the pillow in his hand and said meaningfully, "I offer my pillow to you."

???

"It's getting late, Your Majesty. I will wait for you to rest."

"Hey, hey, hey, Zuo Jun, put me down, you, uh..."

The dim candlelight reflected on the doors and windows, outlining two slender shadows, swaying with beautiful patterns.

"Host, did you have a good time in the last world?" the system asked gloatingly.

Later, when the host continued to make private visits, someone suffered a lot. He didn't even know how long he was locked up in the small dark room.

An even more outrageous incident was when it had filled all the posts on the system forum and had not yet been released.

Is it reasonable?

There are tens of thousands of posts, and it has finished reading them all.

The whole thing is numb.

Si Qingjiu rolled his eyes at it, opened his door, and threw a cleaning talisman out. The house, which was already clean to begin with, became spotless in an instant.

'What happened during the days I was away?'

This time he stayed in ancient times until his death, and only more than a week passed in reality.

System: "The antiques you gave to Minister Wan were said to be fakes by the visiting diplomatic corps. They said you made up the dynasty. This incident has caused quite a stir. Many netizens who don't know the truth are blaming you, saying that you are too proud to care about the authenticity. It's embarrassing, and you have embarrassed foreign friends. Now many people are sitting in front of the museum, holding banners to boycott those antiques and ask the authorities to apologize."

Si Qingjiu smiled, his expression was very cold: "Some people have been kneeling for so long that they don't know how to stand up."

'Indeed, it's quite funny. Your country was already a first-class country before you came into being, and it was not afraid of foreign countries at all. Why are there still so many people making weird comments?'

The system said that it really didn’t understand. Isn’t it said that we all admire the strong? Then why not admire the strong if our own country is already very strong?

People are so complicated.

Si Qingjiu changed his clothes, didn't even drink a sip of water, and went out again.

'By the way, why hasn't the visiting group left yet? 'It's been more than a month now, I guess.

Aren't we here just to communicate? Why does the communication take so long?

The system shook its tail: "It seems that the exchange was originally scheduled to start on the third day after arrival, but before it started, two people on the other side fell ill due to acclimatization, so it was postponed."

'When they recovered, someone on your side fell ill and is still lying in bed. They said they were generous and willing to wait, so they have been waiting until now.'

Si Qingjiu frowned. Is it such a coincidence?

As soon as the communication started, people started to raise questions and it seemed like they were stalling for time.

While sitting in the car on the way to the museum, Si Qingjiu sent a message to Minister Wan, asking where the member who was still sick was, and planned to stop by to check it out after visiting the museum.

"Young man, are you going to protest too? I advise you not to be so reckless. We must trust the country." The driver spoke while looking at the road, giving advice.

Si Qingjiu smiled and said, "Master, you misunderstood. I came here to look at antiques."

Master: "It's good that it's not.

Ah, there are a lot of people and the traffic outside is also heavy. In fact, it is better not to go."

"It's okay, I'm not afraid of the crowd." Si Qingjiu looked out the window. They had already arrived at the street in front of the museum, and the speed of the car had obviously slowed down.

Going further ahead, Si Qingjiu heard a very noisy noise, and there were so many cars that if you were not careful you would bump into them.

"Young man, I'll put you down here. You can't get off in front."

"Okay, thank you, master." Si Qingjiu paid the money and opened the car door.

At a glance, you can see a large number of people gathered at the entrance of the museum not far away. Some are taking pictures with cameras, some are talking to the camera with microphones, some are live streaming with selfie sticks, and some are shouting with loudspeakers.

Security guards kept blocking the crowd and two police cars drove by.

At this time, several people came out of the museum. The old man in the lead had a worried and sad face and tried to persuade those people kindly, but no one bought it.

Instead, after seeing them, he squeezed forward even more, questioning them all the time.

"Dean Hai, why haven't you resolved this matter yet?"

"Dean Hai, do you know that the things you received are fake?"

"President Hai, are you doing this on purpose? You thought our foreign friends didn't know you and wanted to trick them."

"Professor Mo, did you identify those?"

"When will you apologize to the public?"

"Who instructed this? Did you find those fakes by yourselves?"

Dean Hai and Professor Mo had splitting headaches and tried their best to explain.

"Everyone, we have already said it, it is all true."

"Yes, they are real, and we did not disappoint the public."

"Impossible, foreign experts have confirmed that there is no such dynasty."

"That's right. We have checked the history and it doesn't exist at all. Why are you doing this?"

"Dean Hai, are you doing this on purpose just for fame?"

"Dean Hai, are you determined not to admit your mistakes?"

"Professor Mo, did you take money to do the appraisal?"

"Dean Hai, Professor Mo, please answer our questions."

"I'll answer."

A clear male voice suddenly penetrated the crowd and could be heard clearly in this noisy atmosphere.

The excited crowd looked over and saw a young man in a light colorful shirt standing there with his hands in his pockets.

He had a delicate appearance, with fine bangs resting on his forehead, casting a little shadow. His pair of starry eyes, as if washed by water, looked at them quietly, and the air seemed to be quiet.

"Who are you?"

Si Qingjiu: “The donor of that batch of antiques.”!