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Along the way, according to what happened in the past few days and such a remote temple, it was not difficult for Mo Shaoying to guess what kind of person he was going to see next, but when he really saw this person, he realized that it was better to see than to hear.

The back of this person looks a little older, and the black brocade robe does not look special at first glance, and it does not look like the person imagined before, but as the middle-aged man slowly turned around, he felt that it was just such a simple action, but because of his perennial habits, he became generous and decent, and he was majestic.

Yes, when the man turned to look at him, it felt as if a tiger had woken up.

However, these alone did not surprise Mo Shaoying, he had seen many people with such power.

For example, Marshal Ye has this momentum, this is the momentum that every person in a position should have, Zhuo Yuqing has it, Ye Qianxue has it, and even he himself often deliberately puts on this posture.

But when Mo Shaoying looked at him, he knew where the gap between him and him was.

What is the deep and the boundary, not angry, and self-authority? What is the mind that looks down on the world but has compassion for all the people in the midst of fire and water?

This glance made Mo Shaoying's heart suddenly have too many complex emotions that were difficult to understand, and he knew that this was not deliberate, but a natural bearing.

This middle-aged man's eyes are also very special, at first glance they look a little deep, but then they have some vicissitudes, and they can't see anything when they look at it, as if his eyes have always been like this.

But Mo Shaoying knew that this should have been a kind of immobility that was cultivated after the baptism of countless tribulations in the troubled times, a kind of unfazed change, and a kind of imperial appearance that hides mountains and rivers in thousands of waves!

Yes, Mo Shaoying was not convinced until this moment that this person was Marshal Ye's twin brother 'Ye Kang'.

Although it was not respectful to call the saint by his name in his heart, Mo Shaoying was not taboo about this, and he even stared at the current saint for a long time, until the other party spoke first: "Young man, have you found a flower on my face after looking at it for so long?"

Well, when Chao Tianzi opened his mouth, he didn't call him "I", and even his tone of voice was extremely approachable, and his posture was very low, as if the uncle next door was joking with himself!

Mo Shaoying recalled these words and said with a smile: "There are no flowers, but I can see some stories, I wonder if the saint can tell me about it?"

This was very impolite, and Ye Qianxue's face beside her changed slightly, but when 'Ye Kang' heard it, he smiled and said, "Hahaha, I didn't expect you to come at the latest, but you were the first person who wanted to hear the story." Anyway, today I will act as a storyteller and tell you a piece of the secret of the palace. ”

Mo Shaoying's previous sentence was just to show a hostile stance, it was purely a formality, let the emperor be a storyteller, don't joke about it? Who would have thought that this person would take over the conversation and talk about it.

Of course, he also knew that this story was probably related to the "business" of coming here this time, but shouldn't he put up a shelf before talking about the right thing, put on a show of the majesty of the Son of Heaven, and let himself figure out the holy will?

Why doesn't this emperor play his cards according to the routine, so how can I continue to use words to "run and make it bad"?

Mo Shaoying narrowed her eyes, this move was extremely impolite, making people feel that she was despising it. But 'Ye Kang' didn't care at all, he just looked at Zhuo Yuqing who didn't say a word and looked at each other coldly, and then sat down slowly, as if the story he was going to tell next was very long, and he wanted to sit down and tell it slowly.

"It's been a long time since this story happened, and it's been so long that Princess Xuanzhen was not born yet. At that time, I was just a small wild seed, and it was an accident of the former emperor who stayed overnight among the people, and I was able to transform myself into a saint today, relying on this so-called royal bloodline and the king of Ding'an, who was planning the country.

Yes, you heard it right, I am the Son of Heaven, but not Zi Yekang today!"

Although Mo Shaoying said that she already knew from Princess Xuanzhen Zhuo Yuqing that this 'Ye Kang' was not the real Son of Heaven, it was one thing to hear others talk about it, and it was another thing to hear this 'Ye Kang' admit it with her own ears, so she was still a little surprised, but compared to him, Ye Qianxue was much more shocked, and she even suspected that the Son of Heaven was joking.

And Princess Xuanzhen, who was silent on the side, was relatively much calmer, and the Son of Heaven's straightforward remarks were really the most suitable and acceptable answer in her heart.

"I remember when I was only seven years old, and it was at that time that I was secretly taken into the Imperial Protectorate for years of harsh training, from eating to going out, I sent people to guide me one by one, so as to make every move of the Holy Lord into my habits.

Of course, in addition to these, Murong Ke's old thief also sent someone to retouch my face, striving to make this face consistent with Ye Kang from the outline to the details!

But you must know that it is one thing to look like a person, but it is another thing to imitate a person! Not to mention that this person is completely different from your previous personality and habits, and it is extremely difficult to imitate!

At first I was too young to be an emperor, and the fact that they had stabbed me in the face made me even more disgusted with them, so I tried to resist, but it was obviously to no avail.

That Murong Ke didn't beat me, he only sent someone to lock me up in a dark room where I couldn't see my fingers, this level was three months, you must know that I was only seven years old at the time!

After that, I can only numb obedience training, the content of the training is very boring, not only do you have to make your body and every word and deed like Ye Kang is close, but even your thoughts must keep up with this person's footsteps!

When I am a little longer, the same sub-volume will be placed on my desk the next night for me to follow and consult, and I will not only read the file word by word, explore cause and effect, but also at the end of each night, I will compile the whole night's experience into an article for Murong Ke to review, if the content is slightly not in line with his wishes, it will be a stick at the least, and tear it up and rewrite at the worst! It is really miserable.

However, as I became more and more proficient, for a while I even began to think that I was the invincible Son of Heaven, yes, I was the Son of Heaven, but I was not born in the palace!

After that, I began to gradually get used to it, and began to enjoy the life of eating and stretching my hands every day, enjoying the glamorous things of a hundred maids serving me every day and adding fragrance to my red sleeves at night. I remember that it seemed that every two or three months, new women appeared beside me, at first I thought it was Murong Ke's 'kind' arrangement, but it wasn't until later that I learned that these women I had met had disappeared inexplicably, and no woman had ever been able to accompany me quietly for more than a month!

When people's hearts are long, even if I am the son of heaven, I miss the old.

So after that, when I finally became a saint, I also sent people to look for them, and even sent people to find my biological mother, but they seemed to have evaporated from the world and became nowhere to be found, and I finally had to admit that they had been wiped out, and now I don't know where their souls have gone!

However, I didn't pay attention to these things at the time, so I also sank into them like every ordinary person, and I never tired of it.

It wasn't until later that I remember that it should have been when Princess Xuanzhen was three years old, and the princess should have been secretly sent out of the palace at that time, and I was secretly taken to the palace by Murong Ke, the king of Ding'an, and through the deployment of Gonggong Gao, I was led into the imperial study where Ye Kang was after changing into a eunuch uniform.

It was also in the imperial study that I witnessed Murong Ke, the king of Ding'an, actually killing Ye Kang while he was unprepared, and then loudly proclaimed to me: 'From now on, I will be the current saint Ye Kang!'"

At this point, the general process is already clear, Mo Shaoying frowned, he has to think about whether there is still much water in these words, if not, why should he be honest as a son of heaven?

And Princess Xuanzhen's expression at the moment was much simpler, she originally thought that she could be calm all the time, but after hearing with her own ears that her father had no hope of survival, her fists couldn't help but tremble tightly, as if she couldn't control her emotions anymore and said: "How is it possible! Although my father is busy with government affairs and neglects to practice martial arts, I heard the old owner say that my father's martial arts are on par with Marshal Ye, so Murong Ke will not succeed even if he takes advantage of his father's negligence!"

The Son of Heaven smiled bitterly and said, "How could it not? Besides......"

"And what?"

"Besides, his cultivation is really not weak, have you seen Gao Deshun, in my opinion, Murong Ke's cultivation at that time far surpassed Gao Deshun!"

Gao Shunde is Gao Gonggong, of course Zhuo Yuqing knows.

"Well, how did my queen mother die? ”

"I strangled her with my own hands. ”

"You!"

Zhuo Yuqing didn't expect him to say so calmly, she also wanted to kill the murderer in front of her with one palm on the spot, but years of reason forced her to calm down, even if she killed him now, it would be useless, but would cause chaos in the world, and even if she killed him, it would not be real revenge, so Zhuo Yuqing was sad and helpless.

The middle-aged man looked at her like this and finally sighed and said, "I can't help it!" At that time, I was monitored by Gao Gonggong inside and out, and Gao Gonggong was a close confidant of Murong Ke, the king of Ding'an, so in the end, I was just a puppet from above. If he wants me to kill someone, I will kill someone! If he wants me to find a booklet, I will have to go up and down in the imperial study for three days and three nights! In his eyes, I, the Son of Heaven, am just his servant, and if I let a Son of Heaven be his servant, I must be extremely comfortable with King An!!"

Speaking of this, Mo Shaoying finally read a trace of indignation in the middle-aged man's eyes, and even this flash of anger was mixed with a trace of sadness.

Well, the feelings are sincere, and he doesn't seem to be lying.

Mo Shaoying thought like this. And when Zhuo Yuqing on the side heard the words about the book, he suddenly frowned, and said with emotion: "What kind of booklet, is it "Wan'an Collection"?"

The middle-aged man looked surprised, and said in a deep voice: "Yes, how did you guess, could it be that Ye Kang handed over the booklet to you?"

Of course, "Wan'an Collection" is not in Zhuo Yuqing's hands, she just listened to Mo Zhongqing's reminder that night, so she asked a special question, now that I think about it, Mo Zhongqing's worries are not unreasonable, but the matter of the Seven Books cannot be put on the table yet.

So I only heard her say calmly: "I haven't seen it either, but I've heard that the "Wan'an Collection" records the way that the ancestors have always governed the country, and Murong Ke's old thief has the heart to get involved in the country, so it makes sense to ask for it." ”