The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

Looking at the blue old mark on the smooth pale skin, Xuanyuan curled his lips slightly, as if he disliked this birthmark, and there was a trace of indifference in his eyes.

This birthmark is inherited by the royal Yan family. Every generation of male heirs will have it, but the size, pattern and location of the birthmark are different.

When Xuanyuan attacked Yan Junxian before, 0617 was completely stunned and didn't react that such a powerful host was its family. Until this moment, it finally reacted and asked awkwardly: "After taking the birthmark, can we exchange identities?"

"Host, are you a little stupid? So many eyes here clearly saw that you took his birthmark, okay?" 0617 was so amused that he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Xuanyuan chuckled and rolled up his sleeves slowly. He looked up at the palace servants standing there like statues, and his cold eyes flashed a hint of coldness: "They know nothing."

"???" 0617 A small silver body had question marks one after another, and it felt that its IQ was not enough.

Xuanyuan raised his slender eyebrows slightly, smiled slightly, and did not explain. He just flicked his fingers at Yan Junxian again. The next moment, Yan Junxian, who was originally fixed, recovered and was no longer motionless like a statue.

"What did you do?" The first moment he regained his freedom, Yan Junxian roared at Xuanyuan, his tone was fierce and his expression was cruel. It seemed that the emperor was angry and corpses floated thousands of miles away, but in fact, he was fierce on the outside but weak on the inside. At this time, his hair stood up, and he was terrified and afraid, fearing that he would lose his head in the next moment.

Xuanyuan looked at Yan Junxian indifferently, not wanting to pay attention to him. He just waved his hand and let the palace servants who were fixed like statues in the hall regain their freedom.

These palace servants who were fixed seemed to have no idea what happened just now, and they didn't know that they had been fixed like statues and couldn't move. After regaining their freedom, the worry and panic on their faces disappeared, and they still stood there, waiting for the emperor's order.

They actually forgot that Xuanyuan suddenly appeared beside Yan Junxian just now, and they were in a hurry to rescue him.

Seeing these palace servants recover, Yan Junxian seemed to have grabbed the last straw, and shouted at them with the majesty of the king: "What are you still standing there for? Come and protect the emperor."

Yan Junxian thought that these palace servants would rush to deal with Xuanyuan, but what made him feel cold from the bottom of his heart was that these palace servants were indifferent to his orders. They looked at him coldly, as if they were looking at a madman who had lost himself.

"What's going on... I'm the emperor, I'm the emperor, come and protect me! Protect me!" Yan Junxian was completely devastated, muttering to himself as if he had fallen into a desperate dream.

But Yan Junxian was an emperor who ascended the throne at a young age, and his mind was still very firm. He soon cheered up again, as if to strengthen his determination and to comfort himself: "I still have a private seal and a tiger talisman, I still have a chance."

As he spoke, he was about to run out of the palace to find the patrolling guards outside. He didn't believe that this man's magic was so powerful that he could control his guards at the same time!

"Catch him." After glancing at Yan Junxian who was fleeing, Xuanyuan turned around and sat down on the couch, picking up the historical records that he had put aside before. He lowered his head, and his slender fingers turned over the yellowed paper, found the place he had seen before, and carefully marked it.

As for Yan Junxian who turned around and fled, Xuanyuan didn't spend any thought at all, and ignored him directly, as if Yan Junxian was no longer a threat to him at this time, and it was not worth wasting his time.

When Xuan Yuan lowered his head and flipped through the book, the palace servants who had been standing solemnly in the hall, ignoring Yan Junxian's orders and calls and looking at him like a fool, rushed over and pounced on him.

Yan Junxian was young and strong, and his hands were quite strong, but unfortunately two fists were no match for four hands. In addition, the two palace maids who were originally guarding the original owner were also there, so he was soon caught, his hands were twisted behind his back and tied, and he was caught and could not move.

"How dare you, I am the emperor, how dare you commit treason? I will kill all nine clans!" Yan Junxian was suppressed by two palace maids who were very strong and had martial arts skills. His hair was disheveled and he was in a mess. He kept roaring and was furious.

Putting down the historical records marked in his hand, Xuan Yuan frowned slightly: "Noisy." Not only was it noisy, but the voice was also unpleasant, even the mellow mechanical sound of 0617 was not as good as it.

Xuanyuan stood up and walked towards Yan Junxian who was held by two palace maids. His approach made Yan Junxian's hair stand on end. He wisely stopped talking and dared not say anything. A nervous expression appeared on his handsome face, which was exactly the same as his.

He hooked his lips, and his slightly red thin lips hooked a slightly mocking arc. Xuanyuan approached Yan Junxian's ear and whispered: "Don't shout, it's useless. In the eyes of these people, I am Yan Junxian, and you are just a stand-in."

Yan Junxian stared at Xuanyuan in amazement, as if he had only realized clearly at this moment that he had exchanged identities with his stand-in. He went from an emperor to a civilian who only looked similar and no one cared about.

And the stand-in he originally used to perfunctory Shen Xiaoyue, soared into the sky and replaced him to become the emperor.

Fake eyes mixed with pearls, fake eyes mixed with pearls, even the birthmarks were removed. At this point, who can tell who is the real pearl and who is the fake one?

0617: "Host, now that you have obtained the status of emperor, many things will go smoothly. So how do you plan to complete your revenge on Yan Junxian and Li Mingxue?"

Xuan Yuan tilted his head and thought for a while: "Didn't the original owner say that he wanted to break their so-called love? In this case, bring Li Mingxue here, let her be with Yan Junxian who has lost his status as emperor, and see if their love is really so firm and unshakable, and will not be shaken by wealth and glory."

After making a decision, Xuan Yuan raised his head and ordered the palace servants standing solemnly in the hall: "Go and invite Concubine Rou over, and send someone to Qifeng Pavilion by the way, saying that there are some things that need to be dealt with, and go to Qifeng Pavilion later."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The eunuch flicked his whisk, bent down and responded respectfully, and then led a few eunuchs down to carry out Xuan Yuan's order.

Seeing these palace people calling Xuanyuan "Your Majesty", completing his orders without compromise but ignoring his words, Yan Junxian was immediately filled with hatred, his eyes were stained with blood, and he was as angry as crazy.

He said in a low voice: "What are you going to do to Xue'er? She is just a weak woman. If you want to deal with her, I will not let you go!" This is true love. His identity has been replaced by someone else, but he still has time to care about Li Mingxue. I just don't know how long this friendship can last.

Glancing at Yan Junxian who was struggling constantly, Xuanyuan also felt that it was troublesome, so he said: "Go to the warehouse to find two chains, tie his feet and tie him in the inner room."

Looking at the panicked Yan Junxian, Xuanyuan smiled: "Don't worry, I said I won't kill you, nor will I touch Roupin. Don't you like her? I will fulfill your wish and let her take good care of you and fulfill your true love. How great."

No matter how Yan Junxian struggled, in the eyes of Yan Junxian's confidants, he was the emperor of the Daqing Dynasty, and his orders were completed without compromise. Soon, a rough eunuch brought back two black iron chains as thick as a baby's arm, and tied Yan Junxian in the inner room regardless of his struggle.

When Yan Junxian's feet were tied up by the extremely hard black iron chains and trapped in a small space, unable to get out, Li Mingxue was also "invited" over.

In fact, she was a little nervous. She imagined many possibilities along the way, and was worried and looking forward to whether there would be any surprises.

After all, since entering the palace for so long, although Yan Junxian often came to meet her secretly at night, he never summoned her to Daming Palace. Shen Xiaoyue was jealous. In order to protect Li Mingxue from Shen Xiaoyue's bullying, Yan Junxian never favored her in public.

When Li Mingxue entered the side hall of Daming Palace under the guidance of the eunuch, she bowed to Xuanyuan, with a pair of misty eyes under her smoky eyebrows, delicate and weak, melancholy and sick, as fresh and moving as a white lotus emerging from the water.

"Greetings, Your Majesty." Li Mingxue bowed tentatively, because every time before she really bowed, Yan Junxian would call her up or help her up with his own hands, but this time Xuanyuan just looked at her with indifference and let her bow down.

Li Mingxue's heart skipped a beat. After paying respects, she secretly raised her eyes and looked at His Majesty. Then, she met a pair of deep, indifferent eyes. The moment she met these eyes, Li Mingxue's heart began to beat. She clenched her hands and sweat oozed out.

0617: "Host, did she recognize you?"

Xuanyuan hummed softly, glanced at Li Mingxue indifferently, and said lightly: "After all, she is Yan Junxian's bedside man, so it's not surprising that she recognized you." But looking at Li Mingxue like this, although she recognized him, she didn't seem to intend to expose him?

"Your Majesty called me here for something?" Li Mingxue stared at Xuanyuan tenderly, as if he was her hero, full of admiration and concentration. Such a dependent and timid expression could best arouse a man's pity.

Unfortunately, Xuanyuan was a wooden man who didn't understand romance. He raised his hand, and the palace people who were originally standing in the hall retreated silently.

"You know I'm not Yan Junxian, how can you still make such an expression to me?" Xuanyuan curled his lips and asked bluntly.

Li Mingxue's expression froze slightly, but she pretended not to understand and smiled sweetly: "Your Majesty, I don't understand what you mean, you are Your Majesty."

Xuanyuan laughed softly: "So this is what you call true love? One loves the appearance, and the other loves the wealth and honor symbolized by the emperor's status?"

He curled his lips contemptuously and sneered: "How ridiculous."

Li Mingxue was about to explain something, but a loud shout came from the inner room blocked by the gauze curtain and screen: "Bitch!!!"