After Being Robbed of Everything, She Returns as a Goddess: 294 Young Emperor Yin is facing Qingwei from last season [2 updates]

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His eyes were pitch black and bottomless, without any warmth, only an inexorable coldness.

Si Fuqing was obviously sure that he couldn't see her, but his glance made her feel like he could see everything.

She raised her hand and waved it in front of the boy, then reached out and touched his hair.

The young man's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the breath all over his body suddenly became sharp.

He stood up quickly, completely ignoring the wounds on his body, and was about to leave the palace.

Si Fuqing pushed him back directly and forced the quilt to cover him.

After rummaging around the palace for a long time, he found a box of silver needles. After disinfecting them, he began to mend his wounds.

The emotion called "shock" finally appeared on the young man's calm face, and after a few seconds it turned into cold anger, and he struggled hard.

But he couldn't break free.

He just watched helplessly as a silver needle continued to sew up his wound.

This was beyond his imagination.

For a moment, even the young emperor's thoughts were stagnant.

Soon, Si Fuqing easily sealed his wound and then let go of his hand.

The system did not issue a warning.

After all, Emperor Yin died only when he was twenty-seven years old. Now that he is nine years old, nothing will happen to him no matter what.

Even if she doesn't sew his wounds, he can slowly recover.

But she felt distressed.

She couldn't do anything else but make him ease the pain.

It is indeed impossible for history books to record such trivial matters

He suffered far more than recorded.

The young man's expression returned to indifference and he rearranged his clothes.

Si Fuqing raised her eyebrows and admired his handsome features.

Fortunately, he can't see her and she can play as she pleases.

Just when Si Fuqing was about to pull his hair, the door of the palace was suddenly kicked open.

A great **** walked in. He looked arrogant and spoke with ridicule and contempt: "Ninth Prince, His Highness is looking for you. Do you still have the leisure to rest here?"

The young man raised his eyes and said in a low voice: "Get out."

The big **** was startled by his voice, and his face instantly turned ugly.

He took two steps forward and was about to grab the young man's arm: "I think you have gone against the grain. You don't really think that you are the prince, do you? Do you have the life of a prince? The emperor's concubine and the queen have seen each other. I don’t want to see you, why are you so arrogant?”

The young man was terrifyingly calm and just looked at the **** with dark eyes.

Si Fuqing couldn't listen anymore. Her eyes turned cold, she raised her leg and kicked the old **** in the heart.

The old **** screamed and was kicked out of the palace.

The young man's eyes narrowed slightly.

He stood with his hands behind his back, slowly turned his head, and looked at the direction of Si Fuqing again.

The old **** panicked and screamed hysterically: "Ghost, ghost!"

Soon the cold palace returned to silence.

At this time, Si Fu listened and heard him speak, his voice cold and like pearls: "Are you a ghost?"

Si Fuqing squinted his eyes and asked the game system: "No one else felt it. How come he felt my presence in the first place? Can he still capture my position?"

Tip: Emperor Yin is not an ordinary person.

Si Fuqing was stunned.

Purple stars fall from the sky, and those who have achieved great luck cannot be compared to ordinary people.

She can roughly surmise that the game system connects the past and the future, but it cannot completely travel through time.

To the young Emperor Yin, she was indeed a ghost.

Si Fuqing thought thoughtfully: "Can he hear what I say?"

Tips: The level is not enough and the sound cannot be transmitted temporarily.

Si Fuqing: ""

Do you really want to let her play games?

This kind of interaction seems to be no different from the nurturing games played by Yu Tang.

The difference is that the person in front of her is a real person.

Still the object of her admiration.

Be careful.

Don't leave a bad impression.

She must have scared him just now.

Si Fuqing walked around the dilapidated palace, found a stone, and wrote a word on the ground.

Yes.

The young man's eyes were calm and he continued to ask: "This has always been a cold palace. Are you the former concubine who died in vain?"

Si Fuqing wrote "No".

The young man's expression became a little more relaxed, he didn't ask any more questions, and just whispered: "Thank you."

It’s ridiculous to think about it.

His closest relatives and bloodline never cared about him and only wanted him to die.

The person who really cared about him turned out to be a ghost with some medical skills.

No wonder people say that ghosts are not scary, but the human heart is scary.

"Then just follow me." The young man coughed, lightly and without any emotion, "I will find someone to save you in the future."

Si Fuqing could see clearly that even though he said this, his eyes still did not soften at all.

He didn't believe her.

Same.

How can an emperor trust others so much?

At nine years old, he has a maturity that belies his age. He is obviously dressed in civilian clothes, but he is majestic and cannot be looked at.

Si Fuqing suddenly remembered a description.

This young man was born with a face that wanted to conquer the world.

What are the ten princes and kingdoms?

If he wants to fight, he will fight in all directions,

Presumably, at this moment, the young emperor who will rule the world and fight all the way to the Western Continent has begun to take shape.

He was born to be a king.

He used his strength to tell everyone that he had secured the throne.

He will also decide this world.

Everywhere the sun and moon shine, and wherever the rivers reach, is the land of summer.

Isn’t the golden scale just a thing in the pond? It turns into a dragon when it encounters the storm.

This man, known as the Great Xia Dragon Bird, is now standing in front of her.

The young man turned around and returned to the palace: "I'm going to rest. You can drift by yourself for a while."

Si Fuqing: ""

What makes her float for a while?

She thought she couldn't sway her idol, so she actually went outside the palace for a walk.

Out there are eunuchs and maids who have bullied young men.

After cleaning up these eunuchs and maids, Si Fuqing clapped her hands and returned to the dilapidated palace.

The boy has fallen asleep.

But even when sleeping, he still maintained a defensive posture and was very vigilant.

Si Fuqing stretched out her hand and poked his face again.

If you were so good-looking when you were a child, how harmful would it be to the country and the people when you grow up?

She must have the same level of looks as her boss.

No wonder you have to wear a mask on the battlefield.

Si Fuqing continued to poke.

A second later, a faint voice sounded: "My face is easy to touch?"

Si Fuqing withdrew his hand and quickly wrote three words on the ground.

——It feels good in hand.

The young man glanced briefly, then quickly turned around, facing away from her.

Si Fuqing held her chin, preparing to go outside to find some quilts. As soon as she stood up, the game system sound suddenly sounded.

Game time is over this week, please come back next time.

The next second, she was ejected from the game system and returned to the login space.

She looked at the blank screen and fell into silence.

There is a seven-day countdown in the upper right corner of the screen.

Only let her play for an hour a week?

What **** game planning.

Si Fuqing quit the game directly and took off his gaming helmet.

She opened her eyes.

What comes into view is the blue sky and the rows of tall buildings.

There were crew members in groups of three or three outside, and laughter and laughter were heard. It was still the reality she was familiar with.

It seemed like it was just a dream.

Si Fuqing pushed open the door to the lounge and breathed slowly: "Sister Sang, pinch me a few times."

"What's going on?" Sang Yanqing was confused, "Why do you want me to pinch you?"

"Quick, don't ask so many questions." Si Fuqing stretched out his arm, "Let me see if I am dreaming."

Sang Yanqing had no choice but to follow her wishes and pinch her.

But this pinch made his hand hurt even more.

Sang Yanqing took a breath: "You jumped out of the stone, right?!"

Even if you exercise all the year round, your body can’t be as strong as an iron wall, right?

"Sorry, sorry." Si Fuqing clasped his hands together, "My body is in a defensive state, please forgive me."

It wasn’t a dream, she really saw Emperor Yin!

Although it was only an hour, she had already poked Emperor Yin in the face.

This return gift package seems to be tailor-made for her.

So she should be more vigilant.

The game can enhance the player's strength, but it can also put the player into a situation of life and death.

"Are you in a good mood?" Sang Yanqing was surprised, "Why, something good happened to you. Can you tell me about it?"

Si Fuqing blinked: "I met the person I like. He is so cute."

Sang Yanqing was even more surprised: "Cute? How old is the person you like? How do you describe it?"

"He is nine years old now." Si Fuqing calculated, "I don't know how old he will be next time I see him, and how long I will have to raise him."

I really want to watch him dominate the world.

"Qingqing." Sang Yanqing held her shoulders with both hands, took a deep breath, and said earnestly, "Let's not do anything illegal, okay? It will start in three years, and the maximum penalty is the death penalty. You should think carefully about it. ."

"There are many people in the circle who want to pursue you. In the past two days, other teams have been contacting me and saying that they want to cooperate with you. If you really want to fall in love, I will not stop you, but nine years old is too young. I'm still in elementary school, so no matter how cute you are, you should show some restraint."

Si Fuqing: ""

She slowly said: "Am I such a beast?"

"It's okay if it's not." Sang Yanqing didn't believe it, "If you take the seven-school joint entrance examination the day after tomorrow, there will definitely be another keyboard warrior on the Internet who will come to hack you. I have to do public relations for you again. Don't break the law at the critical moment. ”

Si Fuqing lazily said: "I know, I know, Sister Sang, you see that I am so good, how can I break the law?"

Sang Yanqing confirmed that Si Fuqing really didn't want to attack the nine-year-old primary school student, and then left with peace of mind to assign tasks to the studio staff.

The phone's ringtone rang at this moment.

Si Fuqing took a look.

Remarks: Black-hearted monster (ignore for three days)

She hung up the phone.

Here, Yu Xiheng looked at the phone screen and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"You really **** me off this time." Shen Xingjun clicked her tongue, "You haven't coaxed her yet?"

Yu Xiheng raised his head and said: "I am willing to do it, and it doesn't hurt to coax you a little more."

Shen Xingjun sighed: "I've never seen you like this. It's rare for you to be tempted. Were you scared that day? With your character, there aren't many things that can scare you."

"Yes." Yu Xiheng said calmly, "When I was a child, I encountered a ghost and was frightened."

Shen Xingjun was stunned: "Ghost? Doesn't your family have people coming to perform rituals every month?"

Mrs. Yu is not in good health and has nightmares when sleeping.

Mr. Yu invited the eminent monks from the temple to come to Yu’s house to consecrate and preach.

Of course, it would be best if we could hire an Onmyoji.

It's a pity that the real Onmyoji can't be found at all.

Yu Xiheng didn't explain much, just smiled lightly: "He is a good ghost, and he can cook for me, but it tastes terrible."

"Have you read too many stories about the snail girl?" Shen Xingjun felt strange, "Forget about ghosts and cook for you. When you were a child, the Yu family didn't even give you food, right?"

Yu Xiheng said nothing more, he looked out the window quietly.

"Then I'll leave first." Shen Xingjun stood up, "I hope you can coax Miss Si as soon as possible."

He must work hard to find a partner and not hold back the brothers.

**

The next day.

Si Fuqing went to Beizhou No. 1 Middle School to get her admission ticket.

The director of the admissions department is very concerned: "Student Si, just do your best in the exam. Don't put too much pressure on the top five."

In the seven-school joint examination in the first half of this year, a paper with a rare high score of 670 points appeared.

A score of 670 in the seven-school joint entrance examination is much more difficult than a perfect score in the college entrance examination.

You must know that the second place is only 608 points. The gap is too big.

I heard that Miss Ji will take the international joint examination next year, and the top 50 is guaranteed.

Ji Qingwei was just practicing her skills in the seven-school joint examination in the first half of the year. She will also participate this year to compete with other students.

If other people fight, they are just fighting for second place.

"The papers in the joint examination of the seven schools are relatively difficult, and it is very common for students in our school to test in single digits." The director of the admissions department reassured, "If you see questions in the examination room that are too difficult, don't be impatient."

Especially for math exams, someone will faint every time.

Ambulances are waiting outside.

Si Fuqing nodded: "I know."

“I don’t dare to think about being number one.” The director of the admissions department added, “Let’s fight for number two. There is still hope.”

This first place belongs to Ji Qingwei, there is no doubt about it.

The highest score still depends on how many tests Ji Qingwei can take.

————————Digression——————

It feels like a closed loop of time, so I’ll try to write it as clearly as possible.

Let’s place a bet and see who will take off the other’s vest first this time, His Majesty or Qingqing 2333

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