There was some oppressive silence in Qinzheng Hall.
Yang Yiheng asked people to show the tea to He Qingji and other ministers, but no one actually drank it.
There is only one reason for them to stay in Qinzheng Hall, and that is to wait.
Waiting for news from Lin Huo.
After all, Prince Yunzhong is your Majesty's brother, and he has worked hard in the court for many years. There are still some people in the court who are willing to risk their lives to plead for mercy. Lin got the imperial edict to save people under the sword, but he didn't know if he could do it in time.
Better not to arrive in time. He Qingji picked up the teacup and glanced at the Wenyuan Pavilion bachelor beside him.
The two smiled tacitly and drank tea together.
Yang Yiheng was so anxious that he didn't notice their little movements. He just felt like sitting on pins and needles and looked outside the hall frequently, but he never saw the shadow of Wang Gonggong and Lin Huo.
"Why so slow?!" Yang Yiheng looked at the guards in the palace impatiently, "Send a few more people to see if their horses are injured and can't run fast."
"Your Majesty, don't be anxious." He Qingji said warmly, "Although the journey from the palace to the Meridian Gate is short, it still takes some time. Master Lin has always been on good terms with His Highness Yunzhong, and nothing will delay his journey. "
After hearing this, Yang Yiheng felt unhappy. He frowned and was about to urge me again when he heard the guard outside the door hurriedly report: "Your Majesty, Lord Lin and the prince are asking to see you."
"Let them in!"
The prince led Lin Huo into the Qinzheng Hall in a hurry, and after saying hello, no one spoke.
Yang Yiheng's attention was all behind them: "Where is he? Why didn't he come with you?"
The prince and Lin Huo looked at each other, but no one spoke.
"But are you going back to the house to freshen up first?"
The prince gritted his teeth, prostrated himself on the ground and shouted: "Your Majesty, Prince Yunzhong..."
"How is he?"
"He..." Wang Gonggong gritted his teeth, but he didn't know how to describe that scene.
Yang Yiheng was shocked and frightened when he saw him hesitating like this. Thinking that the two of them might not have caught up, his vision turned a little dark.
"How is he?! Talk!"
"Your Majesty," Lin Huo said calmly, "Prince Yunzhong has ascended during the day."
There was an eerie silence in the hall.
Then He Qingji slapped the small table and said sternly: "Commander Lin! What kind of place do you think this is? You will not tolerate your nonsense!"
Lin Huo looked at him coldly and said calmly: "If you are talking nonsense, Master He will know after he leaves the palace. Prince Yunzhong flew up in the daytime above the execution ground, which was seen by thousands of people with their own eyes. I dare not talk nonsense." .”
Yang Yiheng looked at him blankly.
Ascension? What ascension?
How could anyone dare to say such ridiculous remarks in front of him? !
"Lin Huo, you are so brave!"
Lin Huo looked directly at Yang Yiheng, his eyes filled with brilliance: "I am a brave man, but you should tell the truth. Your Majesty will find out as soon as you come out of the palace."
"Wang Yanli! Say it!"
The prince didn't even raise his head, and said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, Commander Lin is not joking. His Highness Yunzhong...has indeed become a fairy."
Yang Yiheng laughed angrily, and pointed at Lin Huo with a trembling finger: "Okay, since you are not willing to tell the truth, you can go to the governor of the town to reflect and reflect with him! Come here!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the guard outside the door did not come in immediately to take custody of the person.
He Qingji's intuition was wrong. He stood up and was about to take a look outside, but he saw the guard outside the door entering the palace door absentmindedly. He said in a trance: "Your Majesty, there is something strange in the sky... there is something strange in the sky."
As soon as these words came out, Lin Huo immediately stood in front of Yang Yiheng: "What did you say?"
"A square thing appeared in the sky..." the guard said, "Commander Lin, please come to the door and take a look."
Yang Yiheng snorted coldly, stretched out his hand to push Lin Huo away: "I want to see what is pretending to be a ghost!"
He was the first to walk towards the palace gate, and Lin Huo followed him without hesitation. He Qingji and others did not dare to hesitate, and they all stood up and followed him out of the hall.
As soon as he reached the palace gate, he could already see a corner of the thing.
It is exactly as the guard said, it is a boxy thing. It was as thin as a page of paper, and the color was indeed transparent gray-black. It floats in the sky, like a huge bright tile of different colors.
Lin Huo looked at the guard: "Go and check around."
Seeing Yang Yiheng nodded, the guards immediately dispersed and looked at the gray and black tile in the sky from all angles.
Yang Yiheng looked at the gray and black with half-squinted eyes. Before he could see anything, he saw a flash of gray and black, and a pattern appeared on it!
The disheveled Jing Changjia was wearing a white shirt and looking at something with a smile on his face.
Yang Yiheng was shocked. He looked up at Jing Changjia's figure in the sky and didn't dare to blink. Since the last conflict, he had not seen Jing Changjia for more than half a month. Seeing him now, he suddenly felt like he was in another world.
When He Qingji saw Jing Changjia appear, his heart jumped. Looking at Yang Yiheng's expression, he felt even worse.
It was impossible for him to believe such a ridiculous thing as ascending in the daytime. Lin Huo took the imperial edict and went to save people, but he made such a fuss when he came back. He Qingji only thought that this was a trick between him and Jing Changjia.
They all know Yang Yiheng too well. I know that as long as Jing Changjia is willing to bow his head and submit, nothing will happen after meeting him once.
He Qingji would not allow such a thing to happen.
Jing Changjia was granted the title of county prince, which was the only exception. He still wanted to be regent, but He Qingji could only ignore his past feelings.
He took a step forward and walked to Yang Yiheng. Just as he held his hands and wanted to say something, a voice came out from the gray and black Mingwari and resounded through the sky: "Prisoner Jing Changjia, what else do you have to say?"
Jing Changjia from Mingwari said warmly and warmly: "There is nothing to say."
He Qingji looked sharply at the gray and black tiles in the sky.
what happened? ! Isn't this what Lin Huo and the others did? How could there be sound and movement?
But Yang Yiheng beside him lost all his color in just two sentences, and his face became extremely pale.
He already knew when this was going to happen.
It's clear that he is about to die, his reputation is clearly ruined, why is Brother Jia still smiling? Why... are you still laughing?
Yang Yiheng felt that he knew the answer.
He lowered his eyes and did not dare to look again, but the voice from the sky still came clearly: "The prisoner Jing Changjia, from the capital, is twenty-three years old..."
enough.
"That's enough!" Yang Yiheng suddenly shouted, "Stop! I order you to stop!"
But how could the things in the sky obey his orders?
The gray and black tiles continued to play until Jing Changjia turned towards the palace in the pouring skylight.
He had been in the Zhenfu Prison for more than half a month, and his complexion was not very good. When the sky shines through, the whole person is almost transparent. But his eyes were bright and he looked so happy.
Yang Yiheng stared at him with a pale face, listening to him laughing and shouting: "Little bastard, I don't want to serve you anymore!"
When the words fell to the ground, only the white sky was left.
The common people fell to their knees in a roar, shouting in chaotic voices: "His Royal Highness Yunzhong has ascended! His Highness has ascended to immortality in the daytime!"
Yang Yiheng's face was confused. He looked at Lin Huo and asked softly, "What is he talking about?"
Lin Huo looked at Yang Yiheng, who was as dazed as a young man in front of him, and strangely understood what he was asking.
"He is saying..." Lin Huo paused, turned away and looked back at Mingwa in the sky, "Your Majesty should understand."
Yang Yiheng shook his head: "I don't understand! What is he talking about?!"
Lin Huo looked at him, lowered his eyebrows respectfully and cupped his hands: "Your Majesty, His Highness Yunzhong said that he doesn't want you anymore."
The roar of the people has not subsided, and Lin Huo's voice is caught in it, like a small bubble in the huge waves, which should not be seen or heard clearly.
But Yang Yiheng heard it clearly.
It was as loud as a slap in the face, leaving him unable to escape.
"He doesn't want you anymore."
Jing Changjia, you are very... very good!
Yang Yiheng rolled up his sleeves and turned around. After taking two steps, his steps suddenly stopped.
A mouthful of blood spurted out uncontrollably, his vision went black and he fell down.
"Your Majesty? Your Majesty!"
"Come here! Call the doctor—"
There was chaos in Qinzheng Hall.
On the other hand, Jing Changjia has been living in the future world for nearly ten years.
The system can send him to the future, but it cannot accurately choose the world, let alone control his identity. So this time, Jing Changjia is a ten-year-old orphan in a children's welfare home.
At first, Jing Changjia thought this was a barrel-shaped world.
People at the lowest level have no sunlight, no natural water sources, and naturally no flowers, grass, or trees. They can only survive in a dark place for the rest of their lives.
But the welfare of children in this world is not bad, because the children's welfare home where Jing Changjia lives is located at the lower middle level of this barrel-shaped world.
He couldn't get any sunlight, but he could still feel some natural warmth. If you are lucky, you can occasionally catch the light reflected from the airships of the upper-level residents. Those lights are fleeting, but every time they appear, the children in the orphanage are excited.
Another benefit besides this is learning.
There is no cost for learning in this world. As long as you are willing to learn, all knowledge is open to students.
So the day after Jing Changjia woke up, he became a heretic in the orphanage. He gave full play to his "As long as you can't learn to die, learn to die" spirit among a group of silly children, and frightened him. His roommate called him a robot doctor several times.
After listening to the doctor tirelessly saying that there was nothing wrong with his body many times, the friends felt relieved.
Seeing that Jing Changjia loved studying so much, they even gave Jing Changjia a psychotropic potion that was distributed only once a month.
They don't understand the point of learning those things. Human beings will only live in virtual networks in the end anyway. They have everything on the Internet, and there is no need to pursue the sunshine of the upper class. But since Jing Changjia wanted to take a look, they also respected this choice.
Others can only drink one psychotropic potion a month, but Jing Changjia can have one every few days. The effect of this type of medicine is similar to enhanced narcotics, allowing him to maintain abundant energy and concentration within 24 hours.
Relying on psychoactive drugs, Jing Changjia minimized his sleep. The total amount of sleep per week does not exceed twelve hours, and I spend my free time traveling in various subjects.
This hard study lasted for several years.
When he passed the upgrade course in the orphanage, the teacher in the holographic network suggested that he study in a higher-level academy. It was then that he suddenly discovered that the world was not a barrel, but countless huge cylinders.
People are imprisoned and classified in huge cylindrical buildings. Those on the upper floors have sunshine and rain, while those on the lower floors only have eternal night. People can only move on their own level throughout their lives.
"This is the first time I have met a student who can pass the exam to a higher level." The teacher who recommended him said, "So kid, you should go there. Even if you have nothing."
The upper level is indeed a good place. He can bathe in the sunshine for half an hour every day while studying. During the rainy season, he can also see the continuous drizzle.
What makes Jing Changjia even more satisfied is that there are many small machines that have been discarded carelessly but have never been seen in the middle and lower floors. He would always pick them up and take them back to the orphanage to dismantle and study them.
Later, he passed the exam several times. The machines that can be accessed are becoming more and more complex, and some are even strictly prohibited from being brought into the middle level.
He could only hide in the garbage truck on the upper floor during the short time after class to dismantle these discarded but strictly controlled mechanical objects.
Such a day is unimaginable for Prince Yunzhong. But for General Jing Xiao, who had supported his backbone on the frontier, it was a very comfortable life.
Peaceful, stable, well fed and warmly clothed. There is no need to worry about enemy attacks or sudden heavy snow burying the military camp. So even if someone ridiculed him, he still calmly got into the garbage truck.
The system woke up at this time.
The sound of it turning on still has the sound of electricity on the side of noise.
After waking up, he didn't talk nonsense to Jing Changjia and said, "Hello host, we are getting ready to go."
When Jing Changjia heard this, he immediately packed up the star rail car model he had just picked up.
It is a fully scaled-down advanced model, and the engine inside is made a hundred times smaller than the real engine. Theoretically, as long as you understand its internal structure, you can build a real star track train.
"Can you store items?" Jing Changjia asked it, "If you can, I want to take some things with me."
"Yes. But I don't have enough energy." The system said, "If you want to take something away from this world, I need to appropriate part of the energy that maintains the vitality of your original world to carry out this part of the material transfer."
Jing Changjia simply said: "As long as I can't die."
As long as the small machines he collected can be brought back to the 21st century, his country will benefit a lot.
He hurriedly returned to the orphanage and handed over all his treasures for the past ten years to the system. The moment they disappeared, Jing Changjia suddenly asked: "System, is this world... the future of the 21st century?"
"It is and is not," the system said calmly. "It is one of all possibilities."
Jing Changjia nodded thoughtfully: "Let's go."
