"Alright, let's go down."

Cen Yao looked at the sun outside and found that the time was almost up.

King Liao nodded, turned around and left the palace.

——

Ding Bao lay straight on the bed for an hour, giving Cen Yao enough time.

The gap in waiting was in my head and chatting with that boring bazaar black.

"Tell me about Cen Yao's life experience."

The current Cen Yao is no different from her previous debt collection targets, all in order to open her heart to the other party.

For modern people, money is no different from life.

Ding Bao wants to take money out of their pockets, isn't that equivalent to asking for their lives?

And now, the throne is fate for Cen Yao, and letting him give up the throne is almost like letting him die.

The two are similar in nature, but the latter is much more difficult.

It is so difficult, and the first step must be to obtain Cen Yao's recognition and trust.

As we all know, Cen Yao is a big traitor, cautious and suspicious, and the most reliable shortcut to gain the trust of such a person is to understand his past first.

In the past, in order to ask for debts, Ding Bao had to go around in the circle of activities of the creditors.

"Hurry up, Cen Yao is estimated to be back soon."

"I'm applying to my superiors and I'm patient."

The mechanical tone is dry, emphasized.

Ding Bao blinked at the air and waited for about an hour.

"Okay, the approval process is over, now please accept Cen Yao's past experience."

"It's really slow to be productive."

"It's called, rules."

The rules of fart, helping you do things are still such a mother-in-law.

Ding Bao secretly scolded in her heart, she knew that the bazaar black in her mind was useful to her, and the harmony on the surface still had to be maintained.

Immediately after, a memory that seemed to have been covered in dust for a long time slowly unfolded in my mind.

Cen Yao entered the palace at the age of seven, formerly known as Santu.

Yes, the fatherless and motherless orphan grew up in the mound, and everyone called him Santu.

When he was seven years old, he was beaten to death by the owner of the steamed bun shop for a bite to eat, and if it weren't for his life, he would have almost died in the West. dragged his broken body in the earthen kiln for a month, during which he was rescued by a little girl who happened to pass by.

The little girl gave him some money and medicine, and with these, Cen Yao, who was bound to die, picked up a life.

After surviving, the first thing Cen Yao did was to carry a kitchen knife, and when the night was thick, he turned into the bedroom of the owner of the steamed bun shop, and mercilessly slashed the sleeping boss with a knife.

The child who killed the person did not panic at all, took a kitchen knife and scavenged some money, and planned to flee this place while it was still dark.

On the way, I happened to meet the brocade guards who went out of the palace to do business, and the captain of the guard saw that the child in front of him was covered with blood, his eyes were arrogant, and he saw a group of fierce brocade guards who were also like a desperate wolf cub, and his eyes showed a fierce look of defense. At that time, the palace was cultivating a new batch of brocade guards, and this batch needed to be selected from six or seven-year-old children, who were trained from an early age to serve the emperor.

So the captain of the guard directly pulled Cen Yao on the horse and brought him into the palace.

At that time, Cen Yao was not as ambitious as he is now, he could only eat and wear when he entered the palace, and he would never have to worry about breaking the house and leaking rain, and wild dogs would take food.

But the truth is not as simple as he thinks.