As soon as the words fell.

A group of female palace swords broke into the dormitory, and the female officials led by them raised their eyebrows, protected Wu Cao by their side, their swords hung over their shoulders, and their beautiful eyes scanned the hall coldly.

After a few breaths, Shangguan Wan'er said suspiciously.

"Your Majesty, where is the assassin?"

Well?

Hearing this, Wu Cao was stunned, and turned his head to look at her incredulously.

Such a big assassin is lying there, you can't see it?

…………

Exiting the dormitory, his subordinates wondered.

"Lord Shangguan, has Your Majesty been too tired during this period of time and has already hallucinated?"

Syllable!

As soon as the man finished speaking, Shangguan Wan'er raised her hand and gave him a slap, and said coldly.

"Your Majesty, how can you speak falsely? Go and get twenty scepters yourself, and you will not be spared if you commit another offense. ”

"No."

Looking back at the cold and solemn palace cornices, Shangguan Wan'er showed a touch of melancholy on her face.

As Wu Cao's personal guard, Shangguan Wan'er naturally knew His Majesty's hard work these days.

Internal and external troubles are endless, the government and the opposition are disordered, and the night is troubled, and now it is troubled by the Buddha statue, who can know the sourness in the center?

Everyone in the world says that the emperor is good, but who can understand the sadness of being an emperor?

Shangguan Wan'er has lived with Wu Cao since she was a child, although the two have identity differences, but in private, Wu Cao did not treat her as a maid who came to call, but it was more appropriate to describe her as a sister.

In fact, Shangguan Wan'er understands that His Majesty does not have the idea of being an emperor, but the first emperor died suddenly, and there are no other heirs under her knees, so the identity of the Son of Heaven naturally fell to her, otherwise the foundation of thousands of years would not have become the bag of people with foreign surnames.

In this world, everyone can complain, but the emperor cannot.

The female emperor is even more not.

…………

After observing for a long time, even if this matter is very absurd, Wu Cao has to confirm a fact.

That's the porch in front of me, and this small room is really only visible to myself.

Could it be the abode of immortals?

If not, it is really difficult to explain why such a room suddenly appeared in the dormitory.

And the immortal Buddha in the Dawu Dynasty is prosperous, maybe this phenomenon is a hint from the heavens?

Moreover, only immortals can have such unruly behavior.

With such doubts, Wu Cao took the Qiushui Sword in his hand and walked towards the door.

…………

…………

The house is not big, just like the single residence where the ladies live.

The facilities inside are quite unfamiliar, and Rao is not clear with Wu Cao's knowledge what these things are used for.

Feng Yan walked around the room, and Wu Cao said calmly to the shirtless man on the bed.

"The Great Martial Emperor Pilgrim Martial Emperor Wu Cao has seen an immortal."

"I don't know what instructions the immortals have here."

……

In a daze, Zhao Yu always felt that someone was whispering in his ear, and his voice was extremely pleasant.

Opening his eyes slightly, Zhao Yu subconsciously straightened up.

In the next second, the whole person slammed into a slam.

Well?

What the heck?

Why is there an extra woman in the house?

Could it be that you haven't woken up yet?

Rubbing his eyes, Zhao Yu stared again, only to see a woman with a sword standing next to his bed, with a cold and beautiful face, and what was even more surprising was that she was wearing a golden dragon robe, and the five-clawed golden dragon on it soared and stared.

Damn!

Lao Tzu Mo didn't have a fever, and he was burned and confused, how could he hallucinate.

He reached out and pinched his arm again, the slight pain reminding him that he wasn't in a dream.

And Zhao Yu's series of actions fell in Wu Cao's eyes, which made her a little more suspicious, and she asked again with her eyes.

"The Great Martial Emperor Pilgrim Martial Emperor Wu Cao has seen an immortal."

"I don't know what instructions the immortals have here."

A crisp and pleasant voice sounded in his ears, and Zhao Yu woke up like a dream.

it!

Which is Lao Tzu burned confused, dare to love that this is a thief in the family.

What an immortal, what a Shengwu Emperor, I'm afraid it wasn't just from a mental hospital.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yu subconsciously touched the dumbbell on the side of the bed and raised it above his head and shouted.

"Who are you? How is it in my house? ”

"If you don't leave, I'll call the police."

Alarm?

Such a novel word made Wu Cao a little confused, but from Zhao Yu's words and deeds, she also noticed a trace of abnormality.

Where is this immortal school, it is similar to a scoundrel in the market.

Moreover, from Zhao Yu's movements, Wu Cao keenly sensed the danger.

Just when Zhao Yu was about to ask again, a sword flashing with a cold and cold light was set between his neck, looking at the sharp blade, Zhao Yu had no doubt that this sword only needed to advance one more point, and his life would be explained here.

"Say, who sent you?"

"Did King Pingxi instruct you to assassinate me?"

…………

Ten minutes later.

Zhao Yu sat down on the bed, looking at the door that suddenly appeared on the opposite side and the extravagant decoration behind the door, and fell into deep thought.

Rift in time and space?

Through?

Or Truman's world?

"You said your name is Wu Cao?"

Turning his head, Zhao Yu said curiously.

"Be bold, I am the Emperor of Shengwu, and civilians should not call me by my name."

Hanging the Qiushui Sword in front of his chest, Wu Caofeng looked at the man in front of him with a sneering eye.

In fact, not only Zhao Yu was confused, but Wu Cao was also confused at this time.

If it was an immortal, how could he have a little martial arts and not let himself take it down easily.

But if it is not an immortal, this room and the sudden appearance of this man are really difficult to explain with common sense.

And if he's an Assassin, isn't he too weak?

Ignoring Wu Cao's cold and arrogant questioning, Zhao Yu began a brainstorm.

Not surprisingly, I should have encountered a time-space rift similar to the one mentioned in the novel?

And the woman in front of her said that her name was Wu Cao and called herself Emperor Shengwu, could it be that she was the famous female emperor in history?

But how old was Wu Zetian when he ascended the throne and became emperor, how could he be so young and beautiful?

Could it be that it is a time and space that I don't know, and that time and space also has a female emperor named Wu Cao, and for some reasons that science can't explain, her house is connected to her bedroom?

After thinking about it, Zhao Yu could only use this reason to convince himself.

Immediately, he suppressed the thoughts surging in his heart, looked at the cold and proud beauty beside the bed, and said slowly.

"Wu, Emperor Shengwu, maybe this matter is a little appalling."

"But I really can't think of any other reason to explain it."

"I don't know what you're talking about, King Pingxi, and I'm not an assassin."

"It is a peaceful society now, and there is no emperor in my country."

“…………”

From Zhao Yu's chatter, from those novel words, Wu Cao easily understood what he meant.

She found it ridiculous and unbelievable.

Parallel time and space?

The world in a thousand years?

Ridiculous!

Just as she was about to ask a question, there was a sudden knock at the door.

Wu Cao turned his head suddenly, and the Qiushui sword in his hand had already pulled a sword flower and pointed in the direction of the door.

A few seconds later, there was a burst of laughter outside the door.

"Xiao Zhao, it's time to pay this month's rent."

"If you don't have enough money now, my eldest sister can give you a period of time."

"But the sewer in the eldest sister's house is blocked, can you come and help get it through."