Chu Xiaobai is really a very smart kid.

When he brought several books filled with writing within three days and placed them in front of Feng Qing and looked at her obediently, Feng Qing forgot about his cuteness for a moment, and only two big words flashed through her mind.

"Genius!"

Then, when Feng Qing heard Xiaobai in front of her obediently say, "Most of the questions are quite simple, but the solutions are very interesting," Feng Qing got goose bumps all over her body.

Three more words flashed through her mind at that time.

"...Great, great genius!"

"Then you...you actually wrote so many words?" Feng Qing held a workbook filled with small characters in her hand. She was dazzled by flipping through it. When she was in the third year of high school, there were not so many words in her workbook. "You don't...feel bored?"

"No!" In order to show that he was a very talented person and not let the shopkeeper think he was too stupid, Chu Changzui shouted loudly:

"I like it very much! I like it very much! When I read, I will become very happy!"

...

Late at night, at three o'clock in the morning, Feng Qing sat in front of the computer with dark circles under his eyes and holding a candle. From behind, he looked like a ghost.

She was talking to people in the forum, [That child... said he particularly likes math. ]

[He also said. ] When Feng Qing typed this line, she felt her hands shaking.

[He also said that as long as he looked at math, he would become happy. ]

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That night, Feng Qing and the late-nighters in the forum were sincerely exorcising Chu Xiaobai.

"Ah, terrible devil, please leave that child as soon as possible."

"Please let him return to being a normal person, Amen."

...

In short, except for picking up Chu Xiaobai recently, Feng Qing felt that her life was still quite peaceful.

Feng Qing didn't spend her days playing games and watching TV series. She had been secretly collecting information about this world, so that she could integrate into it as quickly as possible and not let others see that there was anything wrong with her.

As someone who had been to college, Feng Qing felt that if she wanted to integrate into a world, she had to start with at least three aspects.

The first was the geography of that dynasty.

The second was the history of that dynasty.

The third was the system of that dynasty.

Speaking of geography, the geographical divisions of this world were actually roughly the same as Feng Qing's world, but in some details, the differences were huge.

And speaking of history, this place had Nuwa, Huangdi, Shixian, Xi Shi... a series of people that Feng Qing was familiar with.

But Feng Qing was sure that the history of this dynasty must be different from that of his own dynasty, because - the history of this dynasty was more or less mixed with some figures of knights.

For example, the poet in this dynasty was very good at using a sword.

Of course, the poet in Feng Qing's memory could also use a sword, but this poet not only knew how to use a sword, but his sword could really achieve "killing one person every ten steps and leaving no trace in a thousand miles". In short, it was very outrageous.

Speaking of the system of this dynasty, Feng Qing felt that this dynasty had a little flavor of the Ming Dynasty.

This dynasty not only had the East and West Factories, but the emperor was also surnamed Zhu. When the common people mentioned the East and West Factories, they all looked very cautious.

The previous emperor was addicted to opera, so he neglected state affairs and died very early. When he was in power, the state affairs were in a mess, and the people privately complained about this emperor.

The young emperor of the current dynasty, like Kangxi, came to power at a very young age and was controlled by the ministers as a puppet emperor, but the young emperor had an extraordinary mind. At the age of fifteen, he took back power in one fell swoop and has been in power for seven years. He is very young and very capable.

During the years he was in power, the people had always been peaceful and prosperous. Although his methods were a bit cruel, he was indeed a rare good emperor.

Feng Qing didn't think there was anything wrong with it. It was cruel, so what. Just looking at the various chaotic power distributions in the world, Feng Qing even felt that the young emperor was not tough enough.

Confucians disrupt laws with literature, and knights disrupt discipline with force. The knights of this dynasty could really kill people in the street without saying a word. If they didn't have some tricks, I'm afraid these knights would have caused a lot of trouble.

In addition, Feng Qing has gradually found a new hobby recently, besides listening to books.

- Watching operas.

... This hobby is too incompatible with Feng Qing's temperament.

Others bring good tea and water to the theater, but Feng Qing always brings a bottle of iced cola, and the whole person exudes a strong salty fish temperament.

She once asked others what the cola in her hand looked like, and the feedback she got was "a wine pot".

So in the eyes of others, Feng Qing would come to the theater every day with a huge wine pot, and then stay in the corner, listening for a long time, just like an extreme drama fan and alcoholic.

Those people naturally didn't know that Feng Qing could listen to the opera for a long time and play with his mobile phone for eight hours.

Speaking of which, Feng Qing also learned why there were so many theaters in this place. It turned out that it was related to the old emperor who died early.

The old emperor who had never done anything serious in his life, his first hobby in life was to listen to opera.

It is said that when he was still alive, the actors he raised in the palace could form a reinforced troupe, and the actors he raised outside the palace were also rampant, which led to a large number of theaters of all sizes.

There is a small theater near Feng Qing Inn. You can go in and sit there for a day for a little money. This is the only theater Feng Qing knows.

Feng Qing doesn't understand what the people inside are singing, but she thinks it has a very ancient rhythm. Sitting there and listening, she feels like she is becoming more noble.

Which girl doesn't like those antique things? Just like in modern times, when it comes to New Year's Day, there are still a large number of people rushing into the Forbidden City to wear Hanfu and take photos and check in.

Feng Qing is a time traveler. In this place that can be called a holy place for checking in, if you don't stay for a while, you will be sorry for yourself.

She would post to the forum whenever she had nothing to do, reporting what she listened to today and what she listened to tomorrow... Of course, to someone with no taste like Feng Qing, she was just listening blindly.

But this is not a problem at all, because most people in the forum are even more stupid...

So Feng Qing inexplicably found a sense of existence among a group of extremely stupid people, which also made her spend more time in the theater recently.

Even though Feng Qing later learned that the small theater was considered a very ordinary one among many theaters, it did not affect her mood at all.

Feng Qing felt that her life of traveling through time was easy and pleasant.

But...

for some other people, it was obviously not the case.

"You mean, she went to that theater for several days in a row?"

The person who asked the question smiled slightly, and after a long time, he said two words lightly.

"Interesting."

His face was as pale as snow, which only made the gloom in his eyes more serious. He had a high nose bridge, thin lips, and a pair of hands that seemed soft and boneless, but everyone knew how many people had died tragically at his hands.

No one dared to breathe in the room, and an invisible sense of oppression permeated the entire room.

The girl who served the tea was shaking with her hands, and her legs almost gave way after she brought the tea up.

"That's right."

The person who answered knelt down, shaking like sieve chaff, his face ashen, and wiped the sweat off his head with his sleeve.

"Not only did she go to that theater, but she also brought a large jug of wine every time she went there, and she would look at the sign from time to time, and she would look at it all day long."

If outsiders saw the swearing man kneeling on the ground now, they would probably be shocked.

After all... that was the prefect.

A living prefect.

Such a person usually looks high and mighty, how could he be so scared like this?

However, as long as people shift their gaze from him to the person in front of him, they will understand why all this happened.

...

That person was sitting high and mighty on a chair.

He held a cup of slightly drunk tea in his hand, lowered his head and blew it, and then slowly drank a sip.

He was wearing a green Feiyu suit with white stripes, and had several rings on his hands. One of the rings... although they couldn't see the specific shape, everyone present knew that it was a gift from the late emperor.

Everyone around him knelt on the ground, not daring to raise their heads, and few dared to take a close look at what the man in front of them looked like.

They had all heard of this man's name, but none of them had thought that they would actually have the chance to meet him in this lifetime.

For most people, this man was synonymous with nightmares.

Everyone had heard that he had investigated and punished the first-rank ministers left by the late emperor within three days, and executed all of their family members.

He probably couldn't even count the dirty things he had done. Countless ministers would go weak at the sight of him. Even if he went to hell, King Yan would be shocked by the people he had killed.

People never had good things to say about him, not only because of his physical defects, but also because of his terrible and cruel methods...

But even his most hated enemies had to admit that this man was loyal to the court.

This man... was the most beautiful and fiercest dog in the court.

——The famous Huachaodu.

The Huachaodu when the flowers bloom.

The Dongchang Supervisor who everyone knows and fears.

For some people, he is synonymous with King Yan.

The prefect's legs were almost numb from kneeling on the ground. Although he was kneeling, his mind was working frantically - why did the governor come here today?

The prefect knew about the recent events in his jurisdiction, but he was just a prefect. He didn't want to get involved with the top people in the underworld.

Who would have thought that it didn't matter if he didn't get involved, but the governor of Dongchang actually came in person.

"Do you like to listen to opera..." Hua Chaodu's mind suddenly drifted away, but he quickly drifted back.

"He left Li Guxing by his side, forced back the Green-faced Ghost of Wutou Hall, and killed the elders of Huashan Sect and Chu Changzui one after another... What exactly does this man want to do?"

"No, I'm not sure." The prefect said quickly, "I only know that the guy is a very dangerous and scary person."

Hua Chaodu glanced at him indifferently, but with just such a glance, the prefect felt that his mind went blank in an instant.

"Heh." After a long time, the prefect heard a sneer.

"Anyway, he is just a rampant and ignorant gangster."

"...Just like those who died in my hands before."