On the eve of the winter solstice in the 29th year of Zhengde.
Midnight.
Chang'an City, in the Youning Courtyard of Zongzheng Temple on the outskirts of the city.
Zhao Shou squatted on the threshold of the door, holding a long withered stick that he found somewhere in his hand.
His eyes were fixed on the two people wearing bright light armor outside the door.
It seemed that only the two Mingguang soldiers from the palace made the slightest move.
He would risk his life to give the person in the room a chance to escape.
Even if the wooden stick is against the sword, even if it is like a mantis blocking a car, he will never take a step back.
Time passed by minute by minute.
It's half past midnight.
A strange wind suddenly blew up in the sky on the outskirts of Chang'an City.
Half an hour later, the strange wind stopped.
Dots of silver blossoms slowly descended from the sky.
Zhao Shou rubbed his sore eyes and looked at the fleeting Yinhua in disbelief.
"Snowing?"
Zhao Shou stood up and walked quickly to the courtyard, threw away the stick, and stretched out his hands to receive the gift from heaven.
Feel the little bits of silver melting in the palm of your hand.
An indescribable smile instantly bloomed on his tired face.
"Master Liu! It's snowing!"
"It's snowing, Master Liu! Master Liu! It's really snowing!"
"Hahahahahahaha it's snowing, it's snowing!"
He ignored the strange look in Soldier Mingguang's eyes.
Zhao Shou, who was crying with joy, stumbled into the door.
"Creak." A sound.
Before Zhao Shou could knock on the door, someone opened the door from the inside.
"Sixth Master, it's snowing, wuwuwu."
Looking at the thin-faced Xu Yi in the room, Zhao Shou couldn't help crying.
"Okay, I understand, go back and rest."
Xu Yi, who was wearing a black robe and with a face as pale as snow, gently patted Zhao Shou on the shoulder.
Xu Yi and Zhao Shou have been dependent on each other for three years since they came to this world.
The two are called master and servant, but in fact they are as close as brothers.
And Zhao Shou was the only property left to him by his mother, Queen Zhao, whom he had never met.
In the spring of the 21st year of Zhengde, Emperor Zhengde suddenly felt unwell.
After leaving Chang'an and going to Ganquan Palace to recuperate, the former prince Xu An was ordered to supervise the country.
In April of that year, Emperor Zhengde's dragon body deteriorated, and Jiang Qi, a close minister, suggested that it was caused by witchcraft.
Emperor Zhengde ordered Jiang Qi to return to Chang'an City to investigate the witchcraft incident.
In June of that year, after two months of planning.
Jiang Qi, a close minister, showed his ferocious fangs and aimed directly at the former prince Xu An, with whom he had always been at odds.
At this point, the witchcraft case broke out in full force.
In order to protect himself, the former prince Xu An sent troops to kill Jiang Qi.
After that, the situation completely got out of control.
It was December.
The witchcraft case lasted for half a year, causing rivers of blood in Chang'an City and the deaths of more than 10,000 people.
It ended with Jiang Qi being killed, and the former prince Xu An and his biological mother, Queen Zhao, hanging themselves.
Emperor Zhengde returned to the court and vigorously purged the so-called princelings.
The sixth prince Xu Yi, who is the same mother as the prince, had just turned ten when the witchcraft case broke out.
In addition, His Highness King Jin, who has guarded the Western Regions for twenty years, vowed to protect each other to the death.
This saved him from death.
However, death penalty can be avoided, but living crime cannot be avoided.
In the winter of the 21st year of Zhengde, the sixth prince Xu Yi was taken into custody in Youningyuan of Zongzheng Temple.
In the winter of the twenty-sixth year of Zhengde's reign, the sixth prince Xu Yi, who had been under house arrest for five years, found himself on a snowy winter night.
Ended in depression.
In the 21st century in another time and space, Xu Yi, who was devastated by good fortune and died suddenly, unexpectedly succeeded the prince Xu Yi, who died in depression on Saturday.
He became the sixth prince of the Zhou Dynasty who was not seen in any history books of later generations.
"No, I'm not tired. I don't need to go back to rest."
"The weather is very cold, Master Liu, so you should go back to the bedroom to rest early."
"The Sixth Master of the Zhao Shou Gang is here to watch. No one can even think of stepping into this threshold."
Zhao Shou wiped the snot from his face and glanced fiercely at the two Mingguang soldiers outside the door.
Immediately, he carefully tried to push Xu Yi into the bedroom.
"It's snowing heavily, so the rumors in the market have been disproven. Okay, I already have dark circles under my eyes. Go back and have a rest."
Xu Yi shook his head and slowly pushed Zhao Shou out of the room.
"Then Mr. Liu, please go back quickly."
"If anything happens at night, just say hello loudly."
"Even if I risk my life, I, Zhao Shou, will not let others step into this door."
Seeing Xu Yi's insistence, Zhao Shou had no choice but to retreat silently.
After retreating to a place where Xu Yi could not see, Zhao Shou stopped.
Hiding in the darkness, his eyes were fixed on the two bright light warriors at the door.
After bidding farewell to Zhao Shou.
Xu Yi was not in a hurry to return to the bedroom.
Staring at the ground outside the door that had been covered with a light layer of silver for some time.
He spread his arms and took a deep breath of the cold air outside the door.
The cold air reached Xu Yi's heart and silently eliminated any trace of irritability and anger in Xu Yi's heart.
In the first half year of becoming the sixth prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Xu Yi once lamented the days when he didn't have to enjoy blessings, put out his hands for clothes, and open his mouth for food.
Apart from not being able to step out of the courtyard, there doesn't seem to be anything unacceptable.
However, just half a year later, Xu Yi understood why the original owner died in depression.
There are no mobile phones, no friends, and even the scope of living can only be carried out in this small courtyard of five to six acres.
This kind of life lasted for five years, and during these five years, the aloof emperor never thought of summoning him.
His name was never even mentioned.
In this kind of environment, anyone would probably end up depressed.
Half a year after arriving in the Zhou Dynasty, Xu Yi had to pass the boring and boring time by reading like crazy.
I don’t know if it’s the fusion of two souls or the aftereffects of traveling across time and space.
After studying, Xu Yi soon discovered his own abnormality.
That is, once any book passes through his hands and he studies it carefully, the entire content of the book will appear in his mind.
One word is no longer enough to describe Xu Yi's memory.
It's just like copying and pasting with annotations.
If that's all, forget it. The strange thing is that even if the knowledge learned by another soul in another time and space has been forgotten for many years, as long as there is an opportunity, it will reappear in the mind and be remembered deeply.
It is so profound that all the details of some documentaries will emerge accurately.
In addition, Xu Yi also discovered a problem, that is, his body strength has been infinitely enhanced.
Not to mention two Mingguang soldiers outside the door, even if there were ten, Xu Yi could still defeat them.
If learning is about five cars, it is the best.
Then Xu Yi's knowledge far exceeds that of countless talented people of his generation.
He could recite the Four Books and Five Classics, the Art of War, and Strategies backwards and forwards.
He is also proficient in playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, swords, guns, swords and halberds.
Blessings depend on disasters, and misfortunes depend on blessings.
Xu Yi's photographic learning ability did not bring him real happiness.
In the first year, the thousands of books in the library of Zongzheng Temple, ranging from the Four Books and Five Classics, military strategies, records of people's livelihood, the rise and fall of dynasties to folk weirdness and novels, were all packed into Xu Yi's memory, which is far better than the ability to remember. mind.
The next year, all the elders in Zongzheng Temple who were proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting were dismissed by Xu Yi, which caused a lot of resentment in Zongzheng Temple.
However, even so, it still failed to attract the attention of the aloof Emperor Zhengde.
In the third year, Xu Yi was so bored that he almost went crazy.
His Royal Highness Prince Jin, the uncle of the Second Emperor, who had been guarding the Western Regions for twenty years, was accidentally shot in the calf by a stray arrow during a campaign against a rebellion and fell off his horse.
Since then, His Royal Highness Xu Zhen, the King of Jin, who has been a powerful figure in the Western Regions for twenty years, has become the first lame prince in the Zhou Dynasty.
Emperor Zhengde was grateful for King Jin's hard work and hard work, and issued an edict to order King Jin to return to the dynasty and serve as Minister of Zongzheng Temple.
After the King of Jin became the Minister of Zongzheng Temple, Xu Yi had the best life.
Although I still can't take half a step out of Youningyuan.
However, with the presence of the Second Emperor's Uncle, who has been on the battlefield for twenty years, Xu Yi's boring life finally got a little better.
The hemp rope is chosen to be broken at the thinnest part, and misfortune is chosen to choose the miserable.
The good times have just passed half a year.
There is a severe drought in Guanzhong, and the land is full of hungry people.
Rumors of witchcraft are spreading again.
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