My male god is too omnipotent

Nine Xia Dynasty.

In the palace, in the royal study.One person was wearing bright yellow clothes, leaning over the desk to review the memorial.It was quiet.Suddenly a little eunuch came in and respectfully said: "Your Majesty, all the young masters have already gone to the main hall, do you want to go to the palace for an examination?" The man raised his head, and there was no emotion in his eyes as deep as ink.After a long while, he lazily said: "Is it sunny today?" The little eunuch didn't dare to lift his head, and said in a muffled voice; "Report to the emperor, that's right." The man smiled slightly: "If that's the case, let's pass on the order: Examination in the imperial garden." The little eunuch responded and retreated.

Only then did the man part the black hair in front of his forehead, revealing his handsome face: his skin was a very healthy, wheat-colored color, his eyes were as thick as lacquer, and they were so deep that they could almost suck people in. , on his normally neither angry nor happy face, now there was a casual smile, but his eyes were complicated and inexplicable.He said with a low smile, "I don't know if this year's imperial examination will be interesting?" His voice quickly dissipated in the room.

The man called the servants, took care of himself, and walked towards the imperial garden.It was early summer at this time, and the imperial garden was full of flowers and full of vitality.The man walked up to the group of talented scholars. Seeing this man, several talented scholars became inexplicably awed and knelt down to salute: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live!" The birds on the tree flapped their wings and flew up in shock.The man said indifferently: "Everyone is flat, no courtesy." He sat on the soft chair that had been prepared, tilted his head, and asked: "This year, there was a flood in the south, and the barbarians harassed the north. What do you think?" Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then made their own opinions, some were moderate, and some were ideas that other courtiers had already mentioned. The man just waved his hand and rewarded one after another, without any emotion in his eyes, which made people feel creepy.Seeming to be a little impatient, he said: "Any other ideas?" Everyone fell silent.The man looked over, and casually pointed to a person: "You speak." The man was dressed in green clothes, his hair was tied up, and his voice was like jade, light and gentle: "The emperor has his own decision in his heart, why do you need to say more?" Take a breath, who knows that today's emperor is moody, young and famous, strategizing, and the last thing he likes to be quarreled with, they look at this martial artist with great sympathy, pity, or schadenfreude. The inferior ones are not as good as the weak crowned youths.The man smiled meaningfully, and said, "Interesting. Who are you?" The young man's voice sounded like pearls and jade: "The grassroots Luo Lingzhao." The man's eyes changed, and he said, "Young master of the Demon Cult. "Ling Zhao was shocked. He didn't expect that the other party's control over Jianghu was not bad, but he still answered "Yes".Then he said: "The devil's sect is extinct, why did the young master say it?"

The other party was quite happy: "It's my negligence. So, this year's champion is you." The people around turned pale with shock.The censor beside him persuaded: "Your Majesty, this is a test of martial arts, not literary talent. Your move is unreasonable." The emperor glanced at the other side, and said coldly: "Then ask Luo Qing to play a few tricks. Let them open their eyes." Ling Zhao took the order, took the attendant's long sword, and started to play in the bright purple and red. His swordsmanship is exquisite, his steps are agile, and his moves are decisive. He really deserves to be the most outstanding of the Demon Cult. The young genius!Ling Zhao's set of sword skills was quickly finished, and when he stopped, the sharp sword energy did not hurt any grass or tree at all, which shows his superb sword skills.The man was very satisfied; "That's right. Lord Yushi, do you have any objections?" Yushi didn't dare to say anything, but kept saying nothing.Ling Zhao accepted the reward without being humble, and the man realized that the other party's face was very pale, but his face was very handsome, and his pair of peach blossom eyes were even colder, but the pupils seemed to be fogged up and could not be seen clearly.The pale and fragile youth seemed to be melted by the scorching sun in the next second.This was the first time Yan Shenghua and Ling Zhao met. Later, Yan Shenghua only felt that it was destined by God to give him such a beautiful day.

Ling Zhao quickly became famous, and soon he had full trust in front of the emperor.At least on the surface.But Ling Zhao was preoccupied, with all kinds of worries in his heart: the Demon Cult was indeed destroyed, but he relied on several narrow escapes to secretly establish an intelligence and killer organization, accepted various missions in a principled manner, recovered his strength, and looked for opportunities to take revenge .However, this time, he received a mission to assassinate the emperor. Of course, if it is not possible, he will be seriously injured.That person was too powerful, so he had no choice but to go out himself, pick up the knowledge he had learned from his mother, and then become a member of the examinee.However, this emperor is too profound.She seems to be in a good position, but she is always guarded against, and goes in and out with the emperor every day, hiding many murderous intentions.He can only deal with it carefully.The past few years of keeping a low profile made him extremely patient, and this time he was also prepared to fail, but doing this every day also made him feel tired.He declared to the outside world that "serving the country is his mother's long-cherished wish", but he firmly believed that his mother under the nine springs would be saddened by his true purpose.However, he had no other choice.He couldn't watch the organization he had built up with great difficulty, and the subordinates and partners he had found and rescued with great difficulty die unexpectedly.

Ling Zhao was walking in the garden of the mansion, but his brows were full of fatigue.He thought, after all, he was fit to live a carefree life like a noble son, and he didn't want to worry about these things.The way a beauty frowns can most inspire the softness in people's hearts. It is the rainy season again, and the figure of Ling Zhao in the mist is getting more and more blurred.Yan Shenghua, who visited Ling Zhao on a whim, happened to see this scene, and felt a sudden feeling of fear in his heart. He was afraid that the man would lose his life one day.But he didn't know, or didn't want to admit what this feeling was, he just avoided and justified: it's just that the atmosphere was too sad, and the beauty's frown was too sad, reminding him of his biological mother who died of illness early in the palace.

Time passed in the mutual wariness and calculation, but neither of them realized that they had a kind of trust and tolerance for each other.Until that day, the Ninth Five Lord, who suddenly wanted to be willful, dragged Ling Zhao out of the palace, euphemistically calling it "private visit in micro-service", but sleeping in the wild like a tourist in the rivers and lakes, and Ling Zhao recognized this civil and military man. The all-natural genius is actually a life idiot.While Ling Zhao despises Yan Shenghua like an ordinary best friend, he takes care of him hard at the same time.Until the two were lying on the grass once, Ling Zhao saw each other's eyebrows, and suddenly felt a sense of trance and softness in his heart.For the first time, he had the idea of ​​giving up this task.He didn't know that Yan Shenghua had already found out his reason for coming.

Later, the longer Ling Zhao got along with Yan Shenghua and the more he trusted him, the more he refused to do anything.He couldn't bear it, he couldn't bear the emperor who always pretended to be pitiful, angry, and tempered in front of him, but he didn't know that the emperor on the other side was also suffering, and he didn't know how to deal with this unpredictable young man.

The two had been together for ten years before Ling Zhao realized that his body became weaker and weaker due to the exercises, and he began to cough up blood.The strange thing is that the person who gave him the task never came to bother him again. I don't know that it was because the emperor had set him up so that he had no time to take care of it.Even so, when Ling Zhao made up his mind, in the desolate garden of the palace, facing the drunken man, the dagger was already placed around his neck, but there was still not a single blood mark left.The other party is awake.Ling Zhao retracted the dagger, and made a decision in his heart.The next day, the prime minister, who was both talented and virtuous, resigned.On the day of parting, it was cloudy and the atmosphere was very oppressive.Familiar and unfamiliar people came to see Ling Zhao off.Ling Zhao glanced at the people on the tower, and left resolutely.

A few months later, when Yan Shenghua received the news of Ling Zhao's death, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and instantly understood what he wanted. He never married and died more than ten years later.And when the new successor came to the throne, in modern times, in a room in a foreign country, the handsome man lying on the bed slowly opened his eyes. He remembered everything, and there was an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth: Ling Zhao, this time, I will never let go!

The author has something to say:

I didn't think about the next plot, so I released the episode in advance.It can also be regarded as an explanation of the past lives of the two.Miao Tuanzi writes freely, without an outline, um, sorry!If you don't want to read it, you can put it at the end.Sorry for being cute (>^ω^<) Meow