The prince of heaven only wants salted fish

Ji Cheng stayed in the 3467th small world for another 40 years, until the ministers urged him to leave.

Forty years is not short. For ordinary people, they rarely have another 40 years in their lives, but for the gods in heaven, 40 years is just a nap.

So Ji Cheng was quite dissatisfied: "Isn't it just 40 years? Who usually spends 50 or 60 years in seclusion? I haven't had enough fun yet!"

This world has games and novels, and the entertainment life is much richer than when he was in heaven.

Occasionally, he would make some time to do scientific research and rub hackers from other countries to the ground. It couldn't be more enjoyable.

The gods in heaven: "..."

The God of Destiny cried: "But time in the lower world doesn't wait for anyone, Your Highness the Crown Prince!"

Ji Cheng was indifferent: "Oh."

- Anyway, it's good that he didn't resist.

With this in mind, Siming Tianshen said: "While we are still on the way to the next world, I will explain the situation of the next world to you!"

Ji Cheng: "Are there electronic games?"

Si Ming Tianshen: "...No."

Ji Cheng: "Is there Internet?"

Si Ming Tianshen: "...No."

Ji Cheng: "Are there air conditioners, refrigerators, microwave ovens, and heaters?"

Si Ming Tianshen: "...Your Highness, the prince who has no electricity in that world."

"Oh," Ji Cheng turned around immediately, "Goodbye, I won't go."

Si Ming Tianshen: "?"

This time he didn't need to speak, the other ministers had already tacitly rushed up and held Ji Cheng: "Your Highness, don't do it!!"

"The Ten Thousand Worlds Need You!!"

"Where is the Soul Binding Rope? Quick! Tie up Your Highness!!"

Ji Cheng: "...???"

In short, in short, Your Highness was outnumbered and tied up again, and then thrown into the next small world.

Before throwing it in, the God of Destiny did not forget to cheer Ji Cheng up: "Go, Your Highness the Crown Prince! The future of the world depends on you!!"

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Small World 6319.

Da Ning, the third year of Jianhua.

Today is the Shangsi Festival, a time of spring and bright scenery. Regent Li Heng specially hosted a banquet for the ministers in the name of the royal family. The ministers brought their families to the palace and enjoyed the banquet in the Baofu Hall.

During the banquet, the guests were toasting and enjoying themselves, and they flattered and praised the Regent who hosted the banquet.

"I wish the Regent a long life!"

"Live a thousand years, Your Majesty!"

"It is a blessing for our country to have such a talent as the Regent!"

"When the previous emperor passed away, Your Majesty stabilized the country, otherwise Beixia might come to trouble our Daning again!"

The Regent on the high seat smiled modestly: "I am only loyal to Daning, you are too kind."

"My brother asked me to protect our Daning country for him, how could I not obey?" He turned his head to look at the empty dragon throne on the other side, and sighed suddenly, "It's a pity that Ji'er..."

A sensible minister immediately replied: "Your Majesty is not in good health, and it is normal that he does not want to attend such an occasion. Your Majesty does not need to worry too much!"

Li Heng nodded: "That's true... Come, today is the Shangsi Festival, I will also toast you a glass!"

Outside the palace, palace people shuttled back and forth, a bustling and prosperous scene.

——Compared to that, the emperor's bedroom, which was only a few walls away, was like another world.

When Ji Cheng opened his eyes, the bedroom was quiet as if no one was there.

Just like the last time, the memories of the original body rushed in frantically while he felt a splitting headache - if he was not mistaken, it was a fever again.

——Is fever now a standard feature of the "sons of luck" in these small worlds?

Ji Cheng also received the memories of the original body at a very fast speed. Even compared to Lin Jicheng's monotonous experience of studying and taking exams for nineteen years, the content experienced by this body was even briefer.

Li Ji, the current emperor of Daning, is only sixteen years old, but he has been on the throne for three years.

If you want to add an adjective to evaluate his emperor career, it would probably be "the current emperor of Daning who has no sense of existence."

Daning was founded a hundred years ago, but its military strength is not strong. It has been bullied by the Beixia Kingdom in the north for many years. Since the last emperor, it has given up a lot of territory. The previous emperor wanted to recover some territory, but he died too young. When he died, Li Ji was only thirteen years old, and the confused teenager was directly put on the throne.

Then, his power was taken away by his uncle, the regent Li Heng.

So now Daning is almost in a state where everyone knows the regent but not the emperor - the regent is so powerful that he can't be offended, but the little emperor lives in the deep palace, and he can't control them even if he wants to!

So today is the Shangsi Palace Banquet, and all the ministers gather, but no one cares whether the little emperor is present.

It's so miserable, no wonder the ministers are so anxious to throw him down.

Ji Cheng sat up with a disgruntled look on his face, lifting the quilt. What he saw was a luxurious decoration: furniture made of precious wood, decorated with dragon carvings, layers of fine gauze hanging down, and the smell of ambergris drifting slowly from the incense burner, filling the entire bedroom.

There were no computers, no internet, no games.

His Royal Highness's dissatisfaction suddenly became stronger.

The sound of singing and dancing in the distance was particularly loud, almost covering up the slight noise coming from the roof tiles of the palace.

Ji Cheng sat on the dragon bed, with a headache and didn't want to move.

The next second, the light fell, and a masked man dressed in black carefully descended from the beam.

This must be a practitioner. His movements were light and concealed, and he made almost no sound when he landed. After he stood firm, he drew out his short blade and immediately came towards the bed, and then——

He met the eyes of Jicheng, who was sitting on the bed with an expressionless face.

Jicheng: "..."

The assassin in black holding a short blade: "..."

Didn't it say that the little emperor was in a fever and comatose?

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Only then did Jicheng react belatedly: "Oh, you're here for the assassination, right?"

He pulled up the quilt and lay down on his back, his posture was like a salted fish that had lost its dream: "Come on."

"Hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

assassin:"……???"

Jicheng lay down so neatly that the originally murderous assassin was not sure whether the little emperor really wanted to die or had a backup plan.

When he was in a dilemma, there was a sudden noise outside the palace. The assassin was startled and subconsciously turned his head to look over - a palace banquet was still being held in the Baofu Hall, and most of the palace guards were not here in the emperor's palace. Could he be so? Was he discovered soon?

However, before he could see clearly what was going on outside the palace, he felt a strong wind coming in the next moment!

The little emperor who was originally lying on the bed had jumped up on his back like a rabbit or a falcon, strangled his neck with one hand, grabbed the short blade in his hand with the other hand, and stabbed the knife directly in the current position. Assassin's heart!

The assassin's eyes widened, he made a short ugh sound in his throat, and then fell to the ground.

Jicheng jumped off him and shook his hand in disgust without a drop of blood on his body: "You don't appreciate me asking you to move faster. It's too late now."

That thing in the depths of his consciousness is getting more and more arrogant now. When he heard that he was going to be passive and slow down in work, the commotion was turned upside down.

The assassin fell to the ground and made a noise. The guards at the door finally heard someone and shouted quickly: "Your Majesty?"

Jicheng kicked the assassin's body away, climbed back on the bed, pulled up the quilt to cover him, then lay down before the guards rushed in, closed his eyes and tilted his head.

It's as if he is even more comatose than a comatose patient.

So when the guards rushed to the bed, what they saw was a corpse in black with his head down, and Jicheng, who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and looked almost the same as the corpse - that is, their emperor. , His Majesty Li Ji.

The guards who simply heard the noise and came in to see what was going on said: "!!"

The timid one's legs went weak on the spot, while the bold one walked forward with a trembling body and stretched out his hand to test Jicheng's breath——

Then he crawled back with joy and said, "You're still alive! Your Majesty is still alive!!"

Although His Majesty is currently in a coma, it is impossible for him to kill the man in black - but it is a great joy that the Emperor is still alive!

Someone reacted and immediately ran out: "I, I, I, I'm going to invite the regent!"

It just so happens that today is the Shangsi Festival, and everyone is having a banquet at Baofu Hall. Isn’t it convenient to invite people over?

The rest of the people were relieved when they heard that they were going to invite the regent. They didn't know what to do for a while, and they were afraid that something would happen again, so they could only wait in front of the dragon bed.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for hurried footsteps to be heard outside.

The regent Li Heng walked in hastily. In front of him were the guards who had just reported the news, and behind him were a group of ministers who had also rushed in after hearing the news. Everyone had a little uneasiness on their faces - they were having a feast in the hall next door. Even though His Majesty was assassinated, he didn't even know it. Even if the Regent is now powerful, he still can't live up to his reputation.

Li Heng's expression wasn't very good either, and there were wine stains on his clothes that he accidentally spilled, but he was still stable compared to other ministers who had lost control of their expressions. He first calmly called out to the guards who saluted him when they saw him, and then walked quickly to the dragon bed, pointed at Jicheng and asked: "What happened to your Majesty? How did you take care of your Majesty?"

The guards who had just straightened up knelt down again in fear: "Your Majesty, please forgive me! His Majesty is still in a coma. His subordinates just checked the palace. It seems that all the palace residents have been put down..."

"Coma?" Li Heng snorted angrily, "Why don't you go find the imperial doctor quickly! Do I have to invite you over one by one?"

He scolded the guards one by one, and soon the imperial doctor hurried over. He first took Jicheng's pulse: "Regent, Your Majesty, he just has a fever brought on by the wind and cold. He looks dangerous but is not serious. He was prescribed the medicine previously." If you take the medicine on time, there will be no problem.”

Li Heng: "Then why has His Majesty been unconscious?"

The imperial doctor responded: "It should be because His Majesty's body is healing on its own, and he will wake up soon."

After a brief shock, Li Heng had calmed down again. He looked at Jicheng with doubts. At this time, a minister looked at the corpse on the ground: "Your Majesty, someone in the palace dares to assassinate Your Majesty. This person's identity... …”

Li Heng said coldly: "This kind of sycophant will not make things easier for him even if he dies. Someone, throw this assassin's body into a mass grave!"

So Jicheng "woke up" at the right time: "Um...uncle?"

Everyone in the dormitory suddenly looked at him.

Jicheng spoke in a daze, holding himself up to get up from the bed: "Uncle, why are you here? My nephew should be here to greet him... Oops!"

He suddenly stared at the body on the ground with wide eyes in horror: "What's going on?!"