There are always bad guys trying to kill me

The altar is covered with prayer flags, and the national teacher is standing in the field. The weather is fine, but it is not a good thing.It has not rained in the imperial capital for more than a month, if this continues, there will be a severe drought, and people will panic.

The guards who hurried over from outside knelt down in front of him and whispered respectfully, "My lord, the emperor is well."

The national teacher turned around and looked at his slightly trembling body, as if he couldn't suppress the panic in his heart, he ordered in a flat tone: "Welcome Your Majesty to Haoze Palace."

Haoze Hall is just an empty palace dedicated to Haotian God. It is only used for temporary rest during sacrifices.

The imperial chariot stopped in front of the hall, and the attendants lowered their heads, respectfully lifted the cushion on which the emperor was lying, put it on the couch, and then retreated outside the hall, waiting for the order of the national teacher.

The emperor's face was pale and lifeless, and the dragon robe was covered with dark blood stains, and no one knew that this was a sign that the soul had returned to heaven and earth.

The national teacher carefully looked at the emperor's silent body, but saw at a glance that the jade ring he usually wears was broken, and a broken fragment was hanging alone. Weaving technique.

He casually put the jade into his sleeve and said, "Emperor Xuanlin."

The national teacher was as calm as the emperor just fell ill, calling his disciples.

"Yufeng, go guard and make them retreat."

Now the most powerful person in the whole world is left alone in the Haoze Palace, looking at the cold and hard body of the young emperor, but he has no heart of sorrow.This was a sacrifice that had been made earlier in the morning. The difference was that he didn't have to personally kill the emperor who was like his disciple, and the timing came more coincidentally than he had imagined.

After waiting quietly for a while, he suddenly knelt down on the ground, looking at the man in the distance, his gray temple hair seemed to be even grayer.

"Your Majesty," he whispered, bowing down.Kneeling on the ground, with the deepest apology, "May the afterlife be safe and blessed."

The silent air condensed at this moment, he knelt on the ground, the only thing he could do was wait.

Without warning, the bed.The body that should have been stiff in the morning gradually warmed up, and when the throat trembled slightly, the young emperor suddenly trembled in pain.

"Cough, cough cough!" He struggled to tilt his head and coughed, grasping feebly with one hand.Standing on the collapsed railing, the other hand was unconsciously placed on the severe pain in the chest, and the hand was cold and sticky.

Suddenly someone supported him, and before he had time to look, he closed his eyes and panted in pain.

"Master, Imperial Physician Lin listen to the announcement." A clear voice echoed in the empty hall.

"Xuan come in." A clear voice came from the mouth behind him, he only had time to glance up at the sky, and his eyes were on the plain light blue collar. It suddenly rushed up the throat, and finally couldn't help it, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

He stared at the bruised blood, ignoring the screams and panic, only felt dizzy, dizzy and out of breath, and his eyes were dark.

... This shit... is going to die!

Then, fell into a coma.

The landlord said that this is the most unfriendly crossing he has ever seen.

He looked at the bright yellow curtain of the bed, and knew his status at a glance.

An emperor, or a patient who was seriously injured and bedridden with occasional blood oozing from his bandages, unexpectedly opened his eyes to see not Yingying Yanyan's concubine, nor an obedient eunuch and maid of honor, but a cold-eyed and seemingly indifferent Very annoying person.

In a TV series, this is a sign that the protagonist finds out that he is deeply involved in a conspiracy when he opens his eyes!

The classic beginnings of various time-travel dramas turned in his mind three times, and finally decided to be conservative and pretend to be amnesia.

He supported his dizzy head and groaned weakly.Yin: "What's wrong with me, my head hurts..."

"You are not His Majesty." The person in front of him made a decisive judgment without leaving any room for it.

After being awakened in this era without anesthetics, Mr. Landlord racked his brains to utter the first weak call, but was ruthlessly strangled.

People who look like villains really don't show mercy.

"Oh, then who am I?" The landlord was lying on the bed.On the top, she simply stopped pretending and turned her head weakly to look at him.

The man in front of him had gray temples, his gaze was like a torch, and he said, "I'll ask Your Excellency about that."

The new emperor who came from the 21st century, has no bad habits, and has a dark history, feels that this is a huge conspiracy.

"Since I have been summoned by you to come here." The landlord decided to use his ingenuity to fool the ancients with the wisdom of modern humans, "Then, mortal, what do you want?"

"I need your knowledge." The man who claimed to be the national teacher said the lines that looked like a big villain, "From literature to martial arts, from ancient times to the present, as long as you know it, tell me everything."

Generally, this kind of request is either to overthrow the imperial system, or to dominate the world.

The landlord thought carefully that he did not have such a magical ability to know astronomy and geography, and continued: "Then sign a contract with me! I swear on your life and soul, be loyal to me, and let me drive you."

Whether it is becoming a magical girl or a black butler, save your life first!

"I am in the body of this ordinary person, and I cannot exert one percent of my divine power. As long as my requirements are met, I will help you realize... ah!"

With just one sentence, the national teacher felt the strangeness, and directly stretched out his hand to strangle him by the throat, with a vicious look of crushing him to death if he didn't tell the truth, which made the landlord lose all strength, and the rest of the lie could not be uttered at all!

"Who the hell are you?!" The national teacher frowned tightly, his eyes looked confused and sharp, "You are full of absurdity, what do you want to do!"

The landlord, who didn't know what he said, felt the emptiness of his own soul in his body, succumbed to force, and decided to confess and be lenient.

He replied tremblingly: "I am just an ordinary, unemployed vagrant."

However, the national teacher only cares about one question: "What do you know?"

"Chinese, mathematics, English..."

The national teacher's eyes looked a little dangerous.

The landlord quickly added: "There are also mathematics, physics and chemistry, VB, JA.VA, C++!"

On this day, Master Guoshi returned from court and came to visit His Majesty the Emperor who was seriously ill.

It is said to be a visit, but it is still inseparable from inquiries.

"How to make a weapon that can deter thousands of troops?"

"First of all, there must be a military industrial enterprise, then a professional engineer, and finally prepare the raw materials according to the requirements of the engineer!"

"Yufeng." The national teacher stopped the diligent recording of the apprentices around him, and understood that most of what this person said was nonsense, "Let them all retreat."

The maids and servants all retreated one after another, and the room was silent.

The national teacher stood up and approached very oppressively. The landlord had no doubt that if he hadn't been sick in bed, he would have kicked himself over.

"So, you're an engineer?"

The landlord struggled to argue: "I'm just a science student who has studied in college, and I'm not a military major!"

The national teacher was very dissatisfied, and his eyes were full of contempt: "What you said is empty talk, and it doesn't make any sense, right?"

"...if you can get trinitro. Base. Toluene, I can make it for you!"

"Then Your Majesty." The national teacher's tone was full of threats, "Until you make a copy of the Sanxiao Mecha, stop your feet."

House arrest the emperor!What is the law of heaven!The landlord hates his teeth so much, the first thing he will do when he takes control of the government is to put the national teacher under house arrest!

But for an injured nerd, it doesn't make any difference whether you can't restrain your feet...

The landlady looked at the bright yellow bed curtain, and finally endured the pain and got up and shouted: "Hey, leave someone to serve me!"

The national teacher walked out of the dormitory, looked at the clear sky and let out a long sigh.

"Master." Yufeng knew his master's expectation, but the people he invited were like poorly skilled quacks, and there was nowhere to use them.

The national teacher did not respond to him, but said: "The sky will be severely drought, no one can stop it."

The guards who came in a hurry finally found the only person in charge of the palace: "My lord, King Nanmiao led a team at the main gate of the palace, he..."

He hesitated to say this, the national teacher knew what he meant.Nan Miao is a long way from here, presumably that person started to leave long before the plan.

He said: "Please invite King Nanmiao to Yuwu Palace."

His Majesty the Emperor felt that life would be worse than death. As a patient, he was not treated as a state-level VIP, and was asked to answer some questions beyond professional knowledge.

"Your Majesty." The remaining attendants respectfully helped him to the desk. His Majesty the Emperor looked at the desk in front of him. He had all the pens, inks, papers and inkstones, but he only hoped that there was a computer on it, which could be connected to the Internet. the kind!

He picked up the pen resignedly and made a look of deep thought.

He knows that hydrogen bombs and nuclear bombs are devastating weapons, but they just explode.He only knows the ingredients of the medicine T.NT, but it is impossible for a white wolf to be empty-handed in this kind of place. He took a brush and drew trinitrate on the paper.base.Toluene, then, no then.

Even if it is the simplest gunpowder, he can't remember the characteristics of saltpeter and sulfur at all. The glory of Abe with his left hand and Lenz with his right hand before the college entrance examination is gone forever. The landlord who has been out of school for a long time said that he studied electronic information engineering!Even if he graduates successfully, he is still the kind of keyboard man all the time!To know that you will time travel, you must study hard and recite the key points of the college entrance examination every day, and then choose a major full of practical significance, such as psychology and history, either to control people's hearts or to manipulate the development process!Talking about high-tech in a place without electricity is all hooliganism!

Maybe he should talk to the national teacher about quality education, such as the comprehensive development of morality, intelligence, physical education, art and labor, popularizing nine-year compulsory education to all libraries and schools, and supporting alchemists with strange skills and alchemy. Maybe 20 years later, they can really cultivate the ancient version The ancestor of the marshal with two bombs and one star.

The landlord reluctantly put down his pen, expressing that he would no longer pretend to be aggressive, and ordered: "Go and call the national teacher."

The servant leaves.

"Ah..." He sighed, looking at the beams of the house boredly, wanted to go back to bed and lie down, but no one was helping him, so he took a pen and flicked the paper randomly to pass the time. Character.

What's the point of thinking about it now, even if you can do a trick by yourself, you can travel through it inexplicably. Just after taking the first step in the five-year plan, you will be hit by a devastating blow.

He picked up the pen and was about to cross it out, but was suddenly pulled back and covered his mouth and nose!

——Enemy attack, enemy attack!Help! Help!

The author has something to say:

Because the landlord is also called Huang Shang, so I refer to him as Mr. Landlord and His Majesty the Emperor~ Yes, Mr. Landlord is the most common type: I don’t know you well and are taciturn, and after I get to know you, I don’t know which mental hospital will release him. .

Finance lived with him for a month and rarely saw each other because the landlord was very busy playing tricks.

The silent and dull keyboard man has a Tucao emperor in his heart【Hey, I don’t really want to mention Yuan Hai, but let’s mention it ＿(:3」∠)＿