Chapter 156: The Romantic Song of the Celebrity · 2

Although the little emperor was young, he was very smart. Xiao Hao taught him and finally became interested in this apprentice. Fortunately, the little emperor was a little naughty, but he still listened to Xiao Hao's words. He never stopped studying in the middle of winter or the hottest summer. He was very diligent and sensible. It

was the nature of children to be innocent. Xiao Hao never got angry with him for this. Instead, he thought it was very difficult for him to understand the general situation at his age. This little devil was lively and clever, but he had the demeanor of a king when it came to serious matters. He was calm and composed and never made mistakes. Xiao Hao was still very satisfied with him.

What the young emperor said to Xiao Hao was not just empty talk. Xiao Hao could see that, given time, he could grow into a wise ruler.

He was a rough diamond, and someone needed to carefully polish him so that he would not let down this material.

Xiao Hao had traveled through so many worlds, especially just out of the late Southern Song Dynasty, and saw such a peaceful and prosperous era. Although he had no intention of fighting in the court, he did hope that the young emperor could make this prosperous era last for a long time.

He himself had not read many books of sages, nor did he have so many pedantic ideas, so naturally he would not teach those sour things, but instead taught the young emperor more about the overall situation, dialectics, humanistic thinking, and the sword of the emperor.

God knows how this world system has arranged his identity for him. Wherever he goes, scholars and students will bow to him respectfully, as if he is a great scholar and poet of the time, which makes Xiao Haohun feel uncomfortable.

He is such a half-baked person, and he can only do his best to teach the little emperor. He

strives to be worthy of the saints and sages, and strives to be worthy of the world in his studies.

Little did he know that this behavior was seen by the little emperor, and he felt that he was very different from those old pedants in the cabinet.

The little emperor respected those old men in the cabinet, but he really didn't want to listen to their nagging. He would have a headache as soon as they opened their mouths. The teacher was more pleasing to the eye.

In the eyes of the world, Mr. Xiao seemed very mysterious. He was a man of great talent, and at a young age he became the emperor's teacher. He also had a handsome and elegant appearance, and there were countless people in the capital who admired him. His mansion was even more elegant, casual but not shabby, and everywhere revealed the owner's good upbringing.

But almost everyone knew that Mr. Xiao's pursuit was not in the temple, but in the mountains and lakes.

The late emperor entrusted him with a lasting favor before his death, and only then did he force him to stay here. Otherwise, he would definitely carry his zither, carry a sword, and go far away to accompany the mountains, rivers, wind and rain, and the sun, moon, and stars.

The unbridled and happy spirit of the rivers and lakes, the romantic and unrestrained character of the literati, and the noble and proud demeanor of the celebrities all seemed to be blended in him in a very harmonious proportion.

In this temple, he seemed like a breath of fresh air compared to the ministers around him who were scheming against each other. There was a carefree look between his eyebrows and in his eyes, as if he did not want to compete with the world, but he was really in the highest position.

If nothing unexpected happened, with the trust the young emperor had in him, the next position of the chief minister of the inner cabinet would definitely fall on him.

The young emperor felt that in his eyes, the gentleman was a knight in the court.

Not the kind of knight with swords and sabers in folk stories, but a Confucian knight who rode across mountains and rivers but was determined to be free from the wind and rain.

In the deserted and lonely deep palace, only the stories and plays heard from the palace people could bring freshness to the young emperor. That was why he yearned for the world of martial arts.

In the martial arts world, there are Xiao Li Tanhua and Tao Shuai Liuxiang. They were very close to his palace, but also very far away from him. Because he didn't know what kind of martial arts legends his generation would have, he hadn't had the opportunity to see the martial arts of this era.

He had an intuition that he had to hold on to the master and follow him closely to get a glimpse of the true face of the martial arts world. In the words of the master, his behavior should be called hugging thighs.

The master always has some very vivid but difficult to describe. The little emperor knows that he never says those words casually in front of others. This is a manifestation of the master's trust in himself, and he is very useful to it.

Although no one has ever seen the master take action, the little emperor firmly believes that the master must be a very, very powerful and hidden martial arts master.

This kind of worship with strong trust reached its peak one night when an assassin came to the palace.

The little emperor had finally finished a day of hard work and returned to his bedroom to fall asleep. However, as soon as his head touched the pillow, he suddenly felt a cold wind blowing on his neck.

He was very alert and immediately sat up from the bed, and then he saw that there was an extra person in his bedroom.

The little emperor widened his eyes. The wind blowing from the man's back smelled of blood. He shivered, feeling both fear and excitement.

Could it be that the legendary assassin he had been looking forward to for so many years has come!

He gathered his energy and shouted loudly: "There's an assassin! Protect me!"

Shi Zhixuan looked at the little emperor in front of him, who was obviously excited but pretending to be scared, and was silent with a dark face.

It seemed that the position of the cut-in was a little off. Which palace did he run to? There

was chaos outside the door. The palace people rushed in in panic. Wei Ziyun led the eunuchs to guard as if they were facing a powerful enemy, staring at Shi Zhixuan with a covetous look.

"Bold lunatic! How dare you break into the forbidden area of ​​the palace! Leave your life!"

Shi Zhixuan looked at the weapon in Wei Ziyun's hand, and then at the excited little emperor. Suddenly, he felt that every time he broke through the void and entered a new world, it seemed that it was always the wrong time.

The palace is a restricted area, no one would believe that he got in accidentally, so he should stop talking nonsense.

He stopped looking at the little emperor and walked out.

Wei Ziyun slashed at him, Shi Zhixuan didn't even raise his eyelids, and the protective Qi alone blew him away.

The little emperor exclaimed "Wow!" He had only heard of the descriptions of the chivalrous men flying over rooftops and walls and their extraordinary martial arts in the novels, but this was the first time he saw it with his own eyes. It was much more beautiful than the fancy stands on the stage.

But he soon restrained his expression, frowned and climbed up from the bed, straightened his appearance and said: "Thief! Why did you dare to break into my bedroom in the middle of the night!" Wei Ziyun was his guard, who had always taken good care of him. He could ignore the fact that this man broke into the palace in the middle of the night, but he could not forgive him for hurting Wei Ziyun.

Wei Ziyun climbed up from the ground, looking very fierce. Shi Zhixuan didn't really want to hurt him, so naturally he didn't use any heavy hands. As soon as he climbed up, he shouted to the little emperor: "Your Majesty, don't worry! I will definitely protect your majesty!"

The little emperor looked at Shi Zhixuan standing with his hands behind his back under the moon, and then looked at Wei Ziyun who was covered in dust, and suddenly felt that Wei Ziyun's words were not at all reassuring and convincing.

Shi Zhixuan was too lazy to bother with people who had nothing to do with him. If he hadn't felt that this kid had an inexplicably familiar aura, he wouldn't even bother to take a second look at him. This casual glance actually revealed something.

He flashed in front of the little emperor, stared at the pendant on his waist and asked, "Where did you get this thing?"

The little emperor was startled. The distance from Wei Ziyun to him... He swallowed his saliva and suddenly realized that the man in front of him might be much more terrifying than the chivalrous knights in the story.

The little emperor covered the peach and plum pendant and took a step back unconsciously.

"What are you going to do!"

The palace people were horrified, fearing that Shi Zhixuan would hurt the little emperor, but they were also concerned that he was too close to the little emperor, so they did not dare to step forward.

"Thief! Let His Majesty go!"

Shi Zhixuan touched the pendant, closed his eyes and felt the breath in it, and felt more reassured. He looked down and asked again: "Where did this thing come from?"

The shouts of "Catch the assassin" in the palace came one after another. It happened that Xiao Hao was busy inspecting the library today and stayed in Wenhua Hall. Hearing the shouts of the palace people, he hurried out of Wenhua Hall, frowned and jumped up with his great Qinggong. He had

seriously inquired about the rivers and lakes of this world before, and he knew the notorious ones in his heart. Those who dared to provoke the forbidden palace had been privately taught a lesson by him. This

was outrageous. He wanted to see who was so bold as to assassinate under his nose.

A green streak crossed the night sky. Xiao Hao saw the eunuchs stumbling on the ground, and his brows knitted deeply. The music style changed to "High Mountains and Flowing Water". While still in the air, he stopped his great lightness skill and threw the Gong Shang Jiao at the back of the little emperor.

Although Xiao Hao carried a harp on his back all day, no one had ever heard him play it. Everyone just thought he was a harp lover, and no one thought that this was his weapon.

The strings trembled under his fingers, and with a "bang", the sound waves spread in the night, carrying a strong internal force and vigor, which shocked people's spirits.

When the little emperor saw Xiao Hao, who was like a god descending from the sky, tears hung from the corners of his eyes. He shouted in panic and joy: "Sir!"

Xiao Hao's face was as gloomy as water. He landed like a frightened shadow, holding the zither in one hand and plucking the strings with the other, and shouted coldly: "Who dares to assassinate the emperor!"

The little emperor thought of Wei Ziyun who had no power to resist Shi Zhixuan, and suddenly panicked and shouted to Xiao Hao: "Sir, run!"

However, Xiao Hao did not stop. When he shouted, he had quickly used the shadow of the little emperor and himself. No one could see clearly how he moved. He had eaten the shadow beside the little emperor in an instant and teleported over, and teleported back with the little emperor.

The little emperor's eyes blurred and found that he was safely behind Xiao Hao. He couldn't close his mouth.

He raised his head and saw Xiao Hao's straight waistline and reassuring back. His eyes became hot and tears came out again: "My dear..."

The little emperor cried "Wow" and rushed up to hug his waist, finally like a frightened child: "He, he hurt Wei's guards and snatched the pendant you gave me..."

Xiao Hao looked over and saw that the red name in front of him turned into a green name, and turned around slowly.

...Mist.

Xiao Hao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and his hand holding the zither loosened a little.

Seeing his reaction, the little emperor thought that he saw that Shi Zhixuan was particularly powerful. Knowing that he couldn't beat Shi Zhixuan, he immediately became anxious again: "My dear! Are we, are we going to die together..." "

..." What the hell! What kind of storybooks did this kid secretly read again!

Xiao Hao glanced at him helplessly and said, "I've already told you that it's inappropriate to say that..."

The little emperor buried his head behind him while crying, shaking his head to argue, "My dear, I am your dear! How can a mediocre woman be as pretty as you... I like you the most... Wow - I am going to die with you, am I not..."

Xiao Hao's expression was a little stiff, he pried open his two little arms and said, "No, Your Majesty..."

Shi Zhixuan listened from beginning to end, took a deep breath, not caring that his clothes were still full of marks from being torn by the chaotic flow of the void, walked slowly towards them, smiled elegantly, "Ahao, who is this?"

The author has something to say: Little Emperor: QAQ Wow - My dear, he stole the pendant you gave me!

Shi Zhixuan:...You gave him a pendant? ? !

Little Emperor: My dear, if you can't beat him, let's die together! Even if I die under the peony flowers, I will still be a romantic ghost !

Haohao [Head as big as a Dou]: ... This sentence is not used like this! !

Haohao [Turning around and threatening]: Whoever dares to read the storybook to His Majesty again in the future, I will catch him and play the piano for him every day!

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The second update is dropped =v=, muah~