Xianyang City.

The night huddles and hugs the earth.

Like a monster, it opened its huge black mouth and swallowed up all the shining stars.

Xingle Palace.

When Ji Xuanling woke up in a daze, he vaguely heard the sound of a woman crying.

He's dead?

Am I dead?

Ji Xuanling is a bodyguard in front of him, to be precise, he is a personal bodyguard who walks in both good and evil.

He was an orphan since childhood, grew up in the monastery, at the age of eighteen, the abbot sent him to the army to join the army, in the army for two years, with his super martial arts, excellent military quality, was promoted to a stronger special operations brigade.

But he politely refused and went abroad to experience alone.

Employed by a world-renowned security company, he protects his employer and assassinates others, and stands out in this industry with his ruthless methods and superb martial arts.

How can there be unforeseen circumstances in the sky, and people have good and bad luck.

The last time he was on a mission, he was leaked by his employer and ended up dying.

"Where am I?"

Ji Xuanling slowly opened his eyes, turned his head slightly and glanced in all directions, his eyes were full of inky black curtains.

Looking out through the gap between the curtains, in a dimly lit dormitory, a young woman in palace dress looked sad and walked back and forth in a hurry, and from time to time there were cries.

The interior is dressed in an antique style, with a curtain embroidered with gold and silver thread embroidered on the wall, a table made of camphor wood in the distance, an incense burner with sandalwood on it, and a soft cushion with openwork flowers behind the desk.

Four silver lampstands are fixed in the center of the pillar, and tall candles are lit, barely able to see the surroundings on all sides.

The weeping woman muttered to herself in a choked voice.

"The king is weak by nature, like a puppet to be manipulated, and finally ends up poisoned and killed... If he dies, he shall not enter the king's tomb, and shall he be buried in a mass grave?"

Oh, my God!

What the hell is going on?

Ji Xuanling exclaimed in his heart, puzzled.

Could it be that he crossed over and possessed an ancient person as described in later movies and novels?

"Shhh

"It hurts!"

When he was thinking about where he was, suddenly the unfamiliar memories in his mind rushed into him like a rolling torrent, and quickly merged with his memory.

Under the impact of this inexplicable torrent of memory, drops of cold sweat oozed from Ji Xuanling's forehead, and he couldn't help but tremble slightly.

For a long time, he secretly exhaled turbidity, surprised, happy and terrified.

"I've crossed over, I've really crossed over, and I've possessed someone else."

In such a scene, in the past, in addition to his hard training, when he read novels to relieve boredom, he also imagined that one day he would return, be the head of a country, and enjoy the blessings of the emperor.

But he didn't expect that he was really possessed by others.

From the memory in his mind, I know that the owner of this body is also called Ji Xuanling. The key is that his identity is not simple, he is the king of Qin in the west.

It's a pity that Gui is the new monarch of the Qin State, and his status and identity are extremely mismatched.

The first king died young, and made an edict, designating Ji Xuanling, who was only eight years old, to inherit the throne, and ordered the Taiwei, the prime minister, the imperial envoy, and Guo Tianlu, the commander of the CRRC government, as the auxiliary minister.

How could Guo Tianlu rely on drastic means and despicable tricks to eradicate the three princes one after another.

Since then, he has monopolized power, controlled the real power of the three princes and nine secretaries, and arbitrarily exercised the authority of the emperor.

In other words, the predecessor was called the king, but in fact he had no royal power, but was just a puppet emperor.

In the eyes of the hundred officials, there is only the order of the CRRC government, but there is no such young man.

Grew up in a depressed palace, although he had the habit of practicing martial arts and playing sticks, he was cowardly by nature.

The most terrible thing is that after he reached the age of sixteen, he slightly showed his willingness to pro-government in advance, but he was poisoned to death by Guo Tianlu, who was ordered by the CRRC government and concurrently carried out the Fu Xi order.

The other party kept it a secret and wanted to find a stand-in to replace him.

"Alas, people are unlucky to drink cold water and stuff their teeth, who would have thought that you were an unlucky bastard, but the dignified emperor was poisoned to death by a eunuch." Ji Xuanling sighed secretly, feeling deeply unfair for what happened to his predecessor.

didn't have time to completely fuse the memory, and the actions of the woman next to him made Ji Xuanling's expression instantly nervous.

I only heard the woman's sad voice say: "The king was framed by the thief, and after a while, the gelding goods were sent as a stand-in, and the concubines were inevitably humiliated, so why not go with the king, there is a good companion on the road." ”

Before she could finish speaking, the woman pulled out a sharp dagger from within her sleeve.

As he spoke, he raised his neck and wanted to kill himself with a knife.

"Guo Tianlu, a dog thief, not to mention poisoning his predecessor, this time he forced the woman in front of him to commit suicide, and he is not as good as a beast."

With an angry scolding, Ji Xuanling suddenly turned over and grabbed the knife with his bare hands, and couldn't help blurting out: "The widow is not dead." ”

"Ahh

"Corpse...!"

This sound was strange, which frightened the woman's discoloration, and she exclaimed, Ji Xuanling hurriedly pounced and covered her mouth.

The woman in her arms wore a pale cyan skirt, her slender shoulders were draped in a fox fur for warmth, and a lake blue exquisite brocade belt was tied to her uncontrollable waist.

Shoulders and waist shaved, long figure, melon seeds like a white and tender jade face, a pair of pear vortices slightly, lightly smeared rouge, like a flower not a flower, like a painting not a painting.

Pure, elegant,

The beauty is in her arms, and the aroma comes to her nose, which makes Ji Xuanling like drinking fine wine, fascinated, and hugging each other more and more.

Although he wandered among the powerful and rich in his previous life and met many brilliant beauties, no one was like the woman in front of him.

In memory, I learned that this woman's name was Zhang Lihua, who was smart and clever by nature, and had outstanding appearance.

Although she was born in a noble family, she grew up in the palace since she was a child, and the first king appointed her to be the personal palace maid of the predecessor, but in fact, she waited for the predecessor to marry the other party as the princess.

is also one of the few people in the palace who cares about the predecessor from the heart, the predecessor is Zhang Lihua who is several months older, and likes to call her Xiaonangong.

Ji Xuanling is not a good person, and he doesn't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, however, looking at the frightened girl in his arms, his eyes gradually softened, and he said softly: "Xiao Nangong, the widow is not dead, there is no need to be afraid." ”

Familiar voice, unfamiliar intonation.

When Zhang Lihua heard the voice, her body shook, and her starry eyes were still full of fear.

At noon, the palace medical officer came to the conclusion that Ji Xuanling was poisoned and died violently, and he had long since lost his breath.

Nearly half a day has passed, Ji Xuanling suddenly came back from the dead, what is it if it is not a corpse?

Sensing that Zhang Lihua's fear had not retreated, Ji Xuanling explained bitterly, but he was never able to convince the other party, so in a hurry, he simply lowered his head and kissed Zhang Lihua's Dan lips and kissed Fangze.

The warm and jade-like Dan lips were like a bottomless abyss, which made Ji Xuanling almost sink into it.

Fortunately, he knew his top priority, what to do, what not to do, and stopped in time.

After a kiss, he held Zhang Lihua's head and asked softly: "Xiao Nangong, do you believe the words of the widow now?" ”