msmithbooks Chapter 8 Chapter 8
Chapter 8 Chapter 8
Eh?
What kind of coquettish operation is this? Before 888 had time to refuse, Cen Yuan had completely handed over the lucky bag to 888. He said this: "888, I am most optimistic about you. I think it was you when I was non-violent non-cooperative." You have worked so hard to lead me on the right path, and today is finally the time for me to repay you, open the lucky bag, it doesn’t matter, I will definitely cheer by your side!"
Such a happy decision.
888 was confused by him, and finally opened the lucky bag with shaking hands (if it had hands), which was a matter of an instant.
It is gratifying to congratulate, weeping with joy, this time it is not a bag of air.
Inside the lucky bag is a card roll, colorless and odorless, with the last two words crossed out.
"It turned out to be a skill paper!" 888 said hoarsely, pulling his throat.
Before Cen Yuan could ask, it beeped everything by itself like a machine gun.
All in all, all in all, this skill roll is very good.
Cen Yuan couldn't help but look at 888 with admiration. This time, he looked carefully at the skill roll, and there were four words written squarely on it, stealing the sky and changing his life.
Cen Yuan's heart beat suffocated, he had never expected such a powerful big move, his heart beat faster for a moment, and his fair cheeks were stained with a thin layer of red.
"888, does this mean that I can save myself once?"
"The host misunderstood, this skill volume can only be used by people other than the host, and it needs 2 million star points to activate."
The excited expression on Cen Yuan's face collapsed in an instant. It's fine if he can't use it, and he still needs 2 million star points. How can someone as petty as Cen Yuan be willing? He threw the card back angrily, never wanting to see it again up.
Afterwards, he looked helplessly at the stop-turning turntable. Sooner or later, he would live a good life of spinning once and throwing once.
But it's still too early to think about it now, Cen Yuan exchanged the card for a big dream, and slowly fell asleep.
At the same time, the man in the other room frowned, and the moonlight spilled on the floor through the cracks in the bed curtain, it was Wei Zhao's face.
888 didn't tell him that after Huang Liang's Yimeng skill was activated, he would pick out a matchmaker from Cen Yuan's acquaintances. Fortunately, Wei Zhao was the person with the highest acting skills among Cen Yuan's friends. Can stimulate Cen Yuan's potential.
Except for Cen Yuan, Wei Zhao, as an opponent who was forcibly drawn in by the system, would only think it was a dream when he woke up.
The first year of Tianjing, the beginning of spring.
This year, the new emperor of the Southern Dynasty ascended the throne, but the streets and alleys were not at all joyous as they should have been. Instead, everyone was in danger. Even in the daytime, the doors and windows of every house were closed, and there were not even people in the bustling streets.
All of this is about Murongli, who is about to become the emperor. He is cruel and inhumane. He was born to a concubine from a barbarian land, but he killed his father and brother. He almost killed the royal family of the Southern Dynasty. The royal road carved in white marble in the past was covered with blood, and the servants scrubbed it for three days and three nights before washing it off.
In the palace, Murongli, no, it was Cen Yuan wearing a luxurious dragon robe, his handsome face was clearly reflected on the full-length mercury mirror in front of him.
It was exactly the same as his original appearance, only a pair of eyes changed from pure black to green, which was inherited from his barbarian mother, and because of these eyes, Murongli suffered countless tortures when he was young.
His complexion was morbidly pale, and his lips were as gorgeous as blood. The maidservants at the side didn't dare to lift their eyes. They dressed and matched the emperor's majesty tremblingly. In the end, they knelt down and tied the dragon pattern on him. jade pendant.
The entire palace was so silent that it made one's scalp tingle.
Cen Yuan chuckled lightly, and the palace servants, who were walking on thin ice, were terrified by the intimidation in their hearts, and knelt down in an instant, which showed how terrifying the newly enthroned emperor was.
Cen Yuan didn't even look at this scene, he put on the crown and went out.
According to the routine in the novel, Murongli is noble but tortured, handsome but sickly, he is an excellent candidate for the protagonist.But he has a violent temper and has hurt the heroine once, so he is destined to be only a villain.
Cen Yuan had been thinking about how to play the snake spirit disease before, but finally realized that the snake spirit disease has no routine at all.
He became Mu Rongli from his infancy, and only then did he realize how complicated and painful he had experienced in half his life, and becoming a snake spirit was an inevitable result.
He was born humble.
The concubine mother is a barbarian singer. Although she was favored for a few days because of her excellent appearance, she really has no brains. She was framed by others, and her only appearance was destroyed.
Cen Yuan, who was still in his infancy, was sent to another concubine to be raised. At first, that concubine could do some superficial work. Later, after the emperor gradually forgot about Cen Yuan, he began to ignore Cen Yuan. What can a baby in swaddle do? What, grew up hungry and full, obviously living in the most luxurious palace in the whole world, but even the refugees in the Far West are not as good, skinny.
Even though he lived in filth, because of that face, the blessed Mi Yan was sent to the dragon bed by the concubine who was invited to favor him.
That was his biological father!
Cen Yuan didn't even know that Murongli's life experience was so tragic. The big dream was not just an illusory dream, but a dream created based on real history. It is no exaggeration to say that Murongli in history is more beautiful than this Also miserable.
Cen Yuan didn't know how he survived.
Later, he was sent to various palaces by people, with fathers not fathers, sons not sons, brothers not brothers, brothers not brothers, and having fun in those people's crotches every day, Cen Yuan was so disgusted that he almost vomited.
To this day, those who bullied him back then have all been hacked into pieces by him. Murongli's ending was doomed from the very beginning.
But now, the story really begins.
At that time, Cen Yuan was sitting on the throne, overlooking the world, and all the ministers congratulated him, only then did he understand how powerful power is.
There was a twisted smile on the corner of his lips, dripping like a dark night as thick as ink.
After that, Cen Yuan took over the harem and acted recklessly. He hated all of this, but he still couldn't escape it, like a moth flying under the flame of a lamp.
Snapped!
In the brightly red and festive palace room, the flames of the dragon and phoenix candles painted with gold powder gradually dimmed. While waiting for the order, the palace maid spontaneously picked up the scissors and cut off the long wick, and the room gradually brightened again. .
Until the wedding candle burned out and turned into a pile of candle tears, the master of the palace did not wait for her husband, the most honorable man in the world.
The silent palace is like a huge mausoleum, deserted and unpopular.
Just when Cen Yuan was indulging in pleasure and dreaming of dying, the heroine was reborn, and the hero came to Beijing.
The story begins.
Cen Yuan ordered someone to invite Jiang He into the palace, defeating Quan Rong, the triumphant general.
Cen Yuan sat on the throne, looking at the burly and tall general with a smile on his face. When Jiang He raised his head, the expression on his face froze for a moment, a little surprised.
Because that face is exactly the same as the actor Wei in reality.
Soon he suppressed the astonishment on his face, and praised: "The general is really the god of war in my Southern Dynasty. He was very brave on the battlefield, and he was very lonely. Three days later, he will clean up the dust for all the soldiers in Guiluan Hall."
Jiang He knelt down, "Thank you, Your Majesty."
His voice was resonant and imposing like a rainbow. Comparing the two, Cen Yuan's voice was a bit low and lacking in aura.
After he left, Cen Yuan's face immediately became gloomy, and he looked at the empty palace door with dark eyes.
Everything Jiang He possesses is what he desires the most, tall figure, sonorous voice, perfect family background, such a person, no matter what he has done, in Cen Yuan's eyes, he wants to destroy him original sin.
The days seemed to pass day by day like this.
During this period, Cen Yuan gradually fell in love with Bai Shudang, but it seems that his general also fell in love with her, she is his woman, who can touch her?
If you like it, treat her well. Gold, silver, jewelry, and all kinds of tributes flowed into Yong'an Palace like flowing water.
Bai Shudang just glanced up at the brochure indifferently, and responded lightly, with an extremely high posture.
During this period, Cen Yuan has always maintained the character of an infatuated villain. Looking back suddenly, the acting skills he had been pursuing so hard have improved so much. As long as he thinks about it, everything is as smooth and natural as breathing.
In the dark and damp cell, the creaking sound of some kind of creature could be heard from time to time, mixed with rustling noises.
"Whoa-"
The chains that locked the cell were removed by the jailer, followed by a man in a black cloak.
A few lights were sparsely lit in the cell, the man waved his hand, his white fingertips were as white as thin snow under the dim light.
The jailer understood, and hurried to a remote place, wiping the endless cold sweat from his forehead while running.
A fermented sour and bloody smell was very strong, straight to the head.
Cen Yuan took off his cloak and hat without realizing it, bent down and kicked his prisoner.
"Get up, General."
His voice was soft and gentle, just like poplar flowers falling in March, but with the ferocity of a needle hidden in the cotton.
This was his role in the first place. The loyal general was jealous of the faint emperor, and overnight, he became a prisoner of treason and collaborators.
Cen Yuan looked at the half-dead Jiang He with satisfaction, his formerly robust body had become extremely thin, his skin and flesh were covered with deep and visible scars, and his whole body was like white paper cut by a sharp knife, with no part intact.
The satisfied emperor smiled.
He ascended the throne at the age of 22, and now he is a 26-year-old young man, but because of a broken body when he was young, he has always looked like a teenager. Such as a picture scroll.
This scene completely fell into the eyes of Jiang He, who was shivering, and after a moment of trance and amazement, his heart was filled with overwhelming hatred.
Femme fatale.
Being watched by his ferocious eyes, Cen Yuan felt even happier, and the smile on his face became more distorted, making no effort to hide his malice.
"General Gu, look at what you are now, why, you want to fight against Gu."
Cen Yuan sighed lightly, frowned, and put on a troubled look, causing Jiang He to struggle in resentment, but was kicked away by Cen Yuan mercilessly.
"Looking at you alone is an eyesore!"