Tyrant I am from MI9

Chapter 4

Qing Xia was dressed in a light blue robe, covered with a snow-white embroidered cloak, standing under the palace lantern next to the bookshelf like a ghost.Looking up, he watched the bright red wax on it slowly melt, and then solidified a little bit. The expression on his face was like ten thousand years of ice, without the slightest fluctuation.Outside the door, a little maid in purple poked her head in from time to time, with a worried expression on her face, as if she was worried that she would suddenly go crazy and commit suicide.

It has been three days, and these three days can be said to be the most painful three days since Tang Xiaoshi was born 26 years ago.

That day, she fell asleep and woke up naturally. This is the rare time in the years that she, as an agent, ignored her own biological clock and let herself fall into a deep sleep.Perhaps, in her subconscious, she was also very unwilling to wake up and face the facts.The moment she opened her eyes, she suddenly had the hallucination of a big dream. She really hoped that what she saw would be nine warm and safe dormitories, or a luxurious and comfortable hotel, even a submarine cell of the Marine Corps. , she will not be as desperate as she is now.

For the first time in her life, she doubted herself.

She had never experienced such despair in the African jungle where she was chased and intercepted by enemy terrorists.But now, she felt a deep sense of powerlessness from the bottom of her heart.

After all, what once stood in front of her were only a few icy seas and a few barren deserts, unlike now, what blocked her footsteps was a huge time gap.

Although all this was so nondescript and unimaginable, she couldn't find any flaws to refute.In the past few days, she has completely figured out the surrounding situation, and she has seen clearly the palaces, towers, small bridges, flowing water, cornices, bucket arches, objects and household items. She has been a secret agent for many years, and her experience has made her deeply moved. I understand that it is definitely not a three-five-seven-day effort to recreate the entire palace's architecture to such an extent.Based on her experience, even if there is only a small loophole, it will never escape her eyes, but all the details here, including every plant and tree, are completely in line with the accumulation of life.

Sure enough, when she picked up the bronze mirror on the case and saw this strange face, Tang Xiaoshi was completely desperate.

Everything indicates a result, don't care about Einstein's theory of relativity, don't think about the mysterious time-space wheel in Bermuda, don't pay attention to the weird connection between matter and antimatter.She, Tang Xiaoshi, agent 9 of MI003 under the National Security Bureau, survived the indiscriminate bombardment of the Marine Corps, traveled through time and space, and came to a different time and space that is thousands of years or light years away. , The soul flew over, and the resurrected corpse became the private confinement of the Prince of Nanchu!
Faced with all this absurdity, Tang Xiaoshi really didn't know whether she should laugh three times to celebrate her survival.

Just like people who have not experienced the flames of war, they cannot understand the cruelty of war.People who don't really have such an experience can't understand Xiaoshi's mood at the moment.Standing alone, alone, alone on the huge space-time roulette, she is far from the so-called novelty, far from the excitement of imagination, and not even a sliver of comfort from the rest of her life.

For the first time in her life, she couldn't hold back her tears in the dark night, as if she was abandoned by her relatives many years ago and wandered alone on the bustling street. Full cheeks.Like a ritual, on that night, she bid farewell to her familiar life and country, and admitted the cruel reality.

On the second day, Lanting Hall was far less lively than Xiaoshi imagined.In the entire Lanting Hall, everyone was waiting cautiously, waiting for the storm that would follow after the orchid master made a big fuss that day.Unfortunately, after the storm, there was an unusual calm.Countless people lurking in the dark are carefully trying to figure out, what does such a calm surface mean?But Xiaoshi, whose heart is as dead ashes, doesn't care about other things at all.She ate and washed quietly, like a puppet under the care of others, and lost all vitality.

Her world was also turned upside down, and when she raised her head again, it was no longer the sky it used to be.

There was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps, Xiaoshi's ears were still in her ears, and her thoughts moved.With a slight movement of the bead curtain, the fragrance of the best sesame orchids wafted in gently.

"Master, Concubine Rou is here." The maid Xiangju hurried in, took Concubine Rou's poncho, served tea and water for Concubine Rou deftly, looking very familiar.Obviously, the former Concubine Rou must be a frequent visitor in this Lanting Palace.

Concubine Rou stood on the carpet in the inner room, the corners of her shoes were still a little damp.The rain outside has been pattering for half a day, and it still hasn't stopped at this meeting.One autumn rain and one cool, after this rain, maybe the real winter is coming.

"Qingxia," Concubine Rou suddenly opened her mouth, but she just said these two words, she seemed to be unable to continue, and she closed her mouth hesitantly.

The atmosphere in the air was extremely dull.Xiaoshi stands under the palace lantern, with her head raised, her pale cheeks look unearthly beautiful under the candlelight. At this moment, she is like a flying bird whose wings have been imprisoned, with thrilling emotions. Dreams, but also have a stream of sadness.

"Prince Concubine's sister's illness will only last for a few days." Concubine Rou finally sighed and said in a deep voice.She walked slowly in front of Xiaoshi, grabbed Xiaoshi's slender wrist, lowered her head slightly, and remained silent.After a long time, a tear suddenly fell and hit Xiaoshi Haobai's wrist.

Concubine Rou suddenly raised her head and opened her eyes wide. She looked at Xiaoshi fixedly, her eyes were filled with firmness and pain like a raging fire, and she said word by word: "Qingxia, today we are Kneeling, but, you believe me, one day, we will stand up!"

There was no moon or stars outside the window, it was pitch black.Concubine Rou's thin figure gradually disappeared in the dark night.Xiaoshi only felt a burning pain from the wrist pinched by Concubine Rou just now, she pursed her lips tightly and closed her eyes.

Your way is here, so you can still stand up, but where is my way?

On the evening of November 290th, [-]th year of the Southern Chu calendar, Shangguan Rouxue, the princess of the Eastern Palace of Southern Chu, died of illness. On the second day after the death of the princess, the Shangguan clan issued a letter of appeal to the left-behind Lingnan barbarians. : Shangguan Jing, a former scholar of Donghua Pavilion University, died on the road due to overwork.

All of a sudden, the whole country was in mourning. While the officials were fully supervising the funeral of the Crown Princess Shangguan Rouxue, the people were quietly holding the funeral for Shangguan Jing.The Shangguan family was loyal and loyal all their lives, but they were slaughtered by the whole family because they opposed Chu Li's enclosure.Today, this former No. [-] family in Southern Chu has been cruelly kicked away as a stumbling block on the way to consolidate the kingship.

Due to the withdrawal of Shangguan's family, Shangjing's sphere of influence began to be divided and reshuffled again, followed by the crown princess who was vacated by the death of Shangguan Rouxue, the Eastern Palace of Nanchu. Among them, a fierce competition was launched again, the wind and cloud slowly surged, and the blood boiled in the dark.

"Ma'am, the water is getting cold." Xiangju, wearing a lavender short coat and gown, walked barefoot into the steamy bathroom, her face was flushed red by the steam, and she looked very cute.She came in lightly, and put the silk nightgown she held in her hands on the stone platform beside the pool.

"The servant girl ordered the servants to put the hot spring water in. If the empress feels hot, she should call the servant girl."

Qing Xia leaned against the edge of the pool, eyes slightly closed, her pale cheeks were a little rosy, her snow-white skin was as smooth as brocade, under the soft light, she had the beauty of ceramics.Half of her long black hair floated gently on the water, while the other half was winding on her snow-white back, like little black snakes, which looked very attractive.

The sound of sparse footsteps gradually faded away, and the high-quality orchid incense was lit in the bathroom, the fragrance was faint and striking, urging people to fall asleep.Qing Xia closed her eyes motionlessly, as if she had fallen asleep, only the thick eyelashes fluttering slightly from time to time could tell that she was still awake.

After being decadent for nearly half a month, Qing Xia was in a daze all day long, oblivious to external affairs.Fortunately, it was in the palace, and someone took care of it, so that it would not starve to death.After half a month like this, this originally frail body will be nourished a lot.

Time really is a good medicine, after a period of quiet cultivation, Qing Xia finally calmed down a little.At this moment, she was leaning on the bank of Baiyu Pond, a huge hot spring pool, and felt that the past was replaying in front of her eyes, and many familiar and unfamiliar faces slipped through her mind one by one. She knew that she was no longer the agent 21 of the 003st century. She is not the little orphan girl with nothing in the orphanage. Now she has an identity, a name, and even a husband.

Life is really full of miracles.

"Pfft", a slight sound of footsteps suddenly came from the corridor, the sound was extremely soft, it seemed that no one wanted to be noticed.But how powerful Qingxia's hearing is, when she escaped in the Afghan jungle, even a mouse that ran within 100 meters could not escape her ears, now in such a quiet bathroom, naturally she will not miss anything.However, not only did the person who came here breathe lightly during his actions, but the guards outside the door didn't even make a sound.Then there are only two explanations: one is that the person who came was so skilled that the guards outside had no time to warn him.The two explanations are that the person who came was noble, and the guards obeyed orders and did not stop him.

And these two explanations will soon have answers.The person who came came with heavy steps. It was a man.The breath is long and long, and he has practiced martial arts self-defense.The sleeve rubbing sound during walking was a single frequency, indicating that one hand was swinging, and the other hand might be pressing on the scabbard at the waist.The sleeves rubbed against each other slightly and smoothly, indicating that the material of the clothing was expensive, it should be high-quality silk and satin, and the person who came was of high status.Qing Xia wrinkled her nose slightly, there was a pleasant aroma, it was not the orchid incense in the bathroom, the aroma was long, rather heavy and simple, it should be a mixture of serpentine incense and sandalwood, and there was also the smell of dry ink , The visitor has just read a book or written a word.The soles of the boots are soft and land silently, like buckskin soft-soled boots.

(End of this chapter)