After Transmigrating into a Tyrant [Transmigration Book]

Not long after, the little servant came in with a bunch of files, and according to Qi Jing's instructions, he made one file every five years according to the year, and after making six files in total, he left respectfully.

Qi Jing and Yan Zhilan looked at each other tacitly, and sat on two desks respectively to search for information about the word "Shen".

For a while, the room was silent, except for the slight sound of the two people flipping the paper, there was no other sound.

After an unknown amount of time, Qi Jing's eyes were blurred and he couldn't find any clues.

He threw the open book to the side, leaned back, stretched his waist, stretched his joints that were slightly stiff from sitting for a long time, and turned his head to see Yan Zhilan who was still in a straight figure and couldn't take his eyes off Looking at the file, I couldn't help but ask him, "Did you find anything?"

Yan Zhilan shook his head slightly, read the dossier in his hand at a glance, and picked up a new one to continue.

Qi Jing yawned, and lazily made a suggestion: "Otherwise, let's watch it tomorrow, and don't be in a hurry for a while. If you don't sleep, it will be dawn."

Yan Zhilan returned to him without raising his head: "If you are sleepy, go and rest first."

Qi Jing stood up, stretched his muscles and bones, and his stomach started to "cuckoo" at the right time. It wasn't that he didn't want to sleep, but that he was too hungry and couldn't sleep.

He stroked his empty stomach, and called the waiter to give some instructions.

After a while, the waiter came in with a big carved food box.

Qi Jing ordered the general to put it down, while he washed his hands and face, and happily lifted the lid of the food box.

Two cups of steaming hot porridge, several plates of refreshing and delicious side dishes, and two plates of his favorite dim sum. The aroma was so strong that his saliva was almost drooling.

Qi Jing picked up his favorite peach blossom cake and took a bite. It was sweet and crispy, which was exactly his favorite taste.He wolfed down one piece two or three times, and went to get another piece, stuffing it into his mouth while calling Yan Zhilan: "Come and eat it, it won't taste good if it gets cold."

Yan Zhilan looked up at him, and frowned slightly in disapproval.

"Okay, okay, I know you're going to say you don't eat lunch again." Qi Jing muttered first, and said vaguely with food in his mouth, "As the saying goes, 'When you come to the country, do as the Romans do', now that you are here with me, you have to follow my rules. Follow the rules here. Otherwise, you will be disrespectful, a big disrespect!"

Yan Zhilan opened his mouth slightly, and just about to say something, his lips and teeth were caught off guard by a sweet smell, which was half a piece of peach blossom cake in Qi Jing's hand.The moment he opened his lips, he was stuffed in.

Qi Jing rolled his eyes like a cat that stole the smell, raised a finger to his lips and "hush", made a gesture of silence, shook his head with a smile and said: "Don't waste a day!" A bowl of rice with grains of rice."

Yan Zhilan paused, raised his head to hold the half piece of peach blossom cake, and chewed it slowly.As soon as he swallowed it, Qi Jing's smiling face appeared in front of his eyes again.

Qi Jing stuffed the steaming food cup into his hand, blinked: "One bite is eating, and ten mouthfuls is eating. Since I have already eaten, why don't I just eat it to my heart's content?"

His pure eyes seem to hide stars, shining brightly, and when he looks at people, he pays attention and is serious, making people feel good and can't bear to refuse.

Yan Zhilan paused for a moment, but somehow he didn't push his hand away, took the food cup from him, and drank it in small sips.The warm breath quickly spread from the lungs to the four bones, and even the slightly stagnant spiritual power seemed to become active and smooth.

Yan Zhilan finished his meal unhurriedly, wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, and said to Qi Jing, "Thank you."

Qi Jing is not as polite as he is when he eats, and now he has finished eating, cleaned up and lay on the bed. He heard Yan Zhilan thanking him in a daze, and subconsciously patted the empty seat beside him, vaguely The raving said: "Hey, come and sleep quickly, don't ruin your body."

Yan Zhilan was taken aback for a moment, and looked over after he came back to his senses, Qi Jing had already fallen asleep, lying in the middle of the bed with his arms and legs spread out, perhaps extremely tired, and snoring lightly .

Yan Zhilan was out of his mind for a while, and then heard Qi Jing babbling in his sleep, kicked his long legs, and kicked the quilt that was originally well covered under his feet, revealing his thin obscene clothes.

He slept extremely poorly and dishonestly. He kicked the quilt away. In the blink of an eye, the belt of his obscene clothes was torn away, revealing a large area of ​​smooth and fair skin. The fine silk and satin exudes a lustrous and attractive luster under the lamp.

Yan Zhilan and Qi Jing shared the same bed for several months, but they never took a good look at Qi Jing's appearance.He believed that he had never judged people by their appearance, and now he had to admit that Qi Jing did have a face that could confuse people's hearts.

There seemed to be a smile on that face all the year round, not the kind of hypocritical smile, but a smile that came from the heart.He is obviously the lord of a country, and he grew up in a harem with strict etiquette, but he didn't have a trace of gloom. Instead, he smiled with crooked eyebrows, with a bit of innocence that he didn't realize.

When those black and blue eyes look at someone intently, they always remind people of the eyes of a cub, clear and ignorant, innocent and harmless, making people unknowingly put down their guard and want to get closer to him .

Yan Zhilan watched and watched, and an inexplicable emotion gradually surged in his heart. When he came back to his senses, he had already left the table where the files were placed, and sat by the bed, while his fingertips were Kankan touched Qi Jing's cheek.

Yan Zhilan withdrew his hand as violently as if he was scalded by the fire, and quickly pulled the quilt that was kicked aside by Qi Jing as if trying to cover his ears and steal the bell.

As if escaping, he strode to the outside in three steps at a time, and slowly sat down on the chair. Only then did Yan Zhilan caress his throbbing heart. Except for the incident of his mother's death, he never did this again. Strong mood changes too.

The right hand that touched Qi Jing's cheek just now seemed to still have that soft and smooth touch on the fingertips. Yan Zhilan turned his head and looked into the inner room with a trace of confusion in his eyes.

It wasn't until the sky was light that Yan Zhilan sorted out his chaotic emotions and walked to the inner room.

Qi Jing still slept soundly, he didn't know that someone stayed up all night because of him.He was dreaming happily, dreaming that he was hugging left and right, surrounded by beauties, so happy.

When Yan Zhilan walked into the inner room, he saw that Qi Jing had dreamed of something, closed his eyes and smiled mischievously, and said something in his mouth.

He glanced at the quilt that was kicked under the bed by Qi Jing again, frowned almost imperceptibly, picked up the quilt, patted the dust on it, and gently covered Qi Jing.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave to continue reading the file, Yan Zhilan's ear twitched and stopped.

He heard Qi Jing shout: "Yan Zhilan!"

When I turned around to look, I saw that Qi Jing still had his eyes closed, showing no sign of waking up, and he understood that this was talking in his sleep again.

Just as he was about to move forward, Qi Jing started talking in his sleep again.

He triumphantly said: "Aren't you usually arrogant and indifferent? Why are you so docile today?" After finishing speaking, he sighed pretending to be sad, "I never thought you would have such a day. Come, I will give you a chance to put this I have enjoyed my service, so I will reward you well, hehe..."

The laughter in the back became more and more obscene, and the malicious intentions were obvious, Yan Zhilan's face suddenly turned cold.

Qi Jing was having a good time dreaming, dreaming that he was surrounded by a group of yingyingyanyans, some were knocking on his legs and rubbing his shoulders, some were peeling grape skins and delivering them to his mouth, he was eating sweet and sour crystal grapes , I always feel empty in my heart, as if something is missing.

Just as he was wondering, a slender and tall figure appeared at the door, casting a large shadow against the light.

Qi Jing slapped his head, isn't it, now that he is proud of himself, wouldn't it be a pity that there is no audience to watch?

He raised his hand to invite people in: "Yan Zhilan!"

Yan Zhilan still had that indifferent expression, but it seemed a little different from before.

Qi Jing thought for a long time in his chaotic mind before he remembered that Yan Zhilan had been subdued by him at this time, and the arrogance between his brows had also disappeared, replaced by ardent admiration and admiration for him.

The vanity in Qi Jing's heart was greatly satisfied, and Yingying Yanyan who was beside her waved away, pointing at Yan Zhilan: "Come here."

Yan Zhilan walked over with low eyebrows, knelt down in front of him, and said meekly, "Your Majesty."

When Qi Jing was yelled at by him, he felt extremely relieved, and patted himself on the shoulder, "Come on, I will give you a chance to serve me well, and if I am satisfied, I will reward you."

Yan Zhilan responded, raised his head and asked him, "How does Your Majesty want to reward me?"

Qi Jing intuitively felt that something was wrong with Yan Zhilan, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Listening to his question, subconsciously follow his question and think hard, how should I reward him?Fame and status, Yan Zhilan is not lacking, wealth and fame, he doesn't pay much attention to, how to reward him?

Qi Jing's head hurt from thinking, so he gave up thinking, and asked him lazily lying on the bed, "What reward do you want?"

Yan Zhilan said lightly: "Will your majesty give me any reward I want? If I want a reward, will your majesty not be willing to give it?"

Qi Jing was aroused by him, his brain became hot, and he blurted out: "Just say it, as long as you say it, there is nothing I can't do!"

Yan Zhilan jumped up from the ground, and pushed her body up, her warm breath hit the side of Qi Jing's face, her deep voice seemed to be bewitching, causing Qi Jing's whole body to go numb like an electric shock.

He leaned against Qi Jing's ear, and said word by word: "What if the reward I want is Your Majesty himself?"

"Ahhh-"

Qi Jing waved his hands indiscriminately, sat up from the bed suddenly, panting heavily, with lingering fear in his heart: It's too scary!Is this Yan Zhilan sick?

When he managed to calm down, he turned his head and saw Yan Zhilan standing at the head of the bed with a gloomy face. Dreams and reality were mixed together, so frightened that he almost lost his breath and died on the spot.

Qi Jing yelled, rolled and crawled to the side of the bed, far away from Yan Zhilan, tremblingly said: "You, you, you, don't come here."

Yan Zhilan took a step forward, Qi Jing backed away in horror, without paying attention, there was a "boom", the back of his head hit the wall, he gritted his teeth in pain and burst into tears, his mind instantly sobered up.

Qi Jing, who was awake, thought of his own reaction just now, and suddenly felt ashamed, wishing to break through a crack in the ground and sneak in.Not to mention being scared in the dream, but still being scared after waking up from the dream, this is too shameful.

Yan Zhilan looked at him indistinctly, and Qi Jing, who was looking straight at him, felt hairy, and stammered, "What, why are you looking at me like that?"

Yan Zhilan handed him what was in his hand: "Look at this."

Qi Jing took it with a dazed expression, it was a well-sealed dossier.

He looked up at Yan Zhilan, and tore off the seal, but unexpectedly found that it couldn't be torn off?

Qi Jing looked at Yan Zhilan with questioning eyes, and Yan Zhilan said in a deep voice, "Look again."

Qi Jing took the file in his hand and read it again and again, and finally found something strange at one end of the file. At the end of the long seal pasted on it, there was a small fingernail-sized, faintly visible rune , perfectly fits with the pattern on the seal, if you don't look carefully, it's easy to miss.

Qi Jing vaguely had an answer in his heart, and asked Yan Zhilan: "Is this a seal?"

Yan Zhilan nodded, his eyes were dim and unclear, "It's the No. 13 dossier when the old gentleman was in power, and the seal was sealed with magical techniques, and ordinary people can't open it."

As soon as Qi Jing heard this, he felt that there was a problem, and he was full of energy, and immediately threw the previous embarrassment and discomfort to the sky.

He jumped out of bed with the file, and ran out the door excitedly: "Ask Father, he must know how to open it."

It's just that Yan Zhilan stopped him before his feet landed, "Wait a minute."

Qi Jing pushed his hand away, anxious, unable to wait any longer, "What are you waiting for? Maybe the answer we want to know is right here!"

After a push, it didn't push away.

He sat on the edge of the bed, raised his head slightly, and looked puzzled: "What are you doing? Are you not in a hurry?"

Yan Zhilan stood in front of him, looked down at him condescendingly, his eyes skipped over the large area of ​​exposed skin on his chest, and asked, "Is your lord going to see Lao jun like this?"

What is this like?

Qi Jing lowered his head in a daze, only then did he realize what was wrong, no wonder he felt chilly all the time.

He has always slept badly, and he knows it, but he doesn't know that he has learned to take off his clothes while sleeping?The obscene clothes on his body were torn apart by him in his sleep, hanging loosely on his shoulders so that they would not fall off.Touching his head again, the hairpin that bound his hair disappeared at some point, and his long black hair was scattered in a mess. He didn't need to look in the mirror to know how embarrassed he was.

After realizing this, Qi Jing couldn't help screaming, and hurriedly changed clothes and washed.Fortunately, Yan Zhilan reminded him, otherwise he would have to go to see Qi Wangshan with such an appearance, it would be no wonder that Qi Wangshan didn't scold him bloody.

After washing and cleaning, Qi Jing took the mirror and looked at it again and again with lingering fear, until he couldn't find anything wrong, then put down the mirror and went to Jinhua Hall with Yan Zhilan.

It was still early when they left, Qi Wangshan was still having breakfast, when he saw them walking side by side, he felt short of breath for no reason, so he snorted with his nostrils upturned.

Qi Jing was very discerning and could tell at a glance that Qi Wangshan was in a bad mood, but he couldn't figure out why he was in a bad mood.But after much deliberation, it's not because he is.He has just arrived, so no matter what calculations can be made, he cannot be counted on top of him.

But the old man is angry, no matter what the reason is, he still has to coax him.

So Qi Jing walked forward with a bright smile on his face: "Father."

As the saying goes, "Don't hit the smiling face with your hand." Qi Wangshan saw that Qi Jing was smiling happily as if nothing happened, and his heart was choked up, so he put down his chopsticks and said "um", his majestic gaze looked at the two of them. After wandering around for a few times, he opened his mouth and said, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

Qi Jing's curiosity about the dossier was almost out of the sky, so he didn't take Qiao, took out the dossier directly, and put it in front of Qi Wangshan: "Does father know this?"

Qi Wangshan glanced at the dossier and saw what it was, "It's the dossier from Minghe 13." He turned his head and told Jin Zhu who was standing by, "Go and prepare two sets of bowls and chopsticks."

Jin Zhu agreed with a smile.

Qi Wangshan signaled Qi Jing and Yan Zhilan to sit down opposite him with his eyes, and said: "This matter is a long story, let's eat first."

Qi Jing felt anxious like a kitten scratching his paws, and didn't dare to disobey his orders, so he had to sit down and eat obediently first, but he was all focused on the file, and Qi Wangshan's taste was too heavy, and the food was mostly salty. Spicy is the main thing, but he has always liked sweets.Therefore, absent-mindedness at a meal is tasteless.

After finally finishing the meal, Qi Wangshan picked up the teacup to rinse his mouth when he saw the leftovers being taken away, Qi Jing's eyes lit up, he was about to ask, but Jin Zhu stopped him.

Jin Zhu still had that benevolent look, picked up the file, bowed and said, "Your Majesty, this way please."

Qi Jing looked at Qi Wangshan in confusion, "Father?"

Qi Wangshan took a sip of tea unhurriedly, without even giving him a look.

Jin Zhudui said with a smile: "Your Majesty's doubts, the answers you want to know, and the things you need to investigate, just follow the old slave, and everything will be clear."

Seeing this, Qi Jing had no choice but to say goodbye to Qi Wangshan, and followed Jin Zhu with Yan Zhilan.

Jin Zhu led them to the door of the Library Pavilion in the Jinhua Palace, handed the dossier to Qi Jing, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, Mr. Yan, please. The answer you want is right here."

Qi Jing didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Qi Wangshan's gourd, so he and Yan Zhilan exchanged glances, and both raised their legs and stepped across the threshold.

As soon as he stood still, the palace door behind him made a heavy sound and was closed from the outside.

Qi Jing was startled, and subconsciously looked at Yan Zhilan.

Yan Zhilan nodded at him, calming his uneasiness slightly.

The two stood at the door and looked in. The library was not big, and you could see into the innermost part at a glance. There were several bookshelves in the middle, densely filled with files.

At first glance, these files were no different from ordinary files, but when the two of them stepped forward to take a closer look, they found that these files were all sealed with blessings, and they were exactly the same as the one they showed to Qi Wangshan .

Looking at the dossier in front of him, Qi Jing suddenly thought of a question, and turned to Yan Zhilan: "Among the dossiers we read, the others..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Zhilan already understood what he was going to say, and said in a deep voice, "Only that volume."

All the files are piled up together, and it is impossible to tell which one is ordinary and which one is sealed, unless you check them one by one.

Who is it that can predict exactly what they want to do?And timely send pillows to them when they doze off?

Qi Jing sorted out the clues quickly in his mind, all the files were fine, only that one was sealed.The little servant he sent to look for the file was just one he picked up casually, and the year was deliberately blurred when he gave the order. It was impossible for the little servant to know which year he was looking for.What's more, they checked the file purely on a whim, Qi Wangshan didn't know it at all, so it couldn't be arranged by Qi Wangshan.

The more Qi Jing thought about it, the more terrifying he felt. When he thought that there was another person in a corner they didn't know, secretly watching their every move, he felt terrified.

Yan Zhilan had already walked to the bookshelf, looking for files related to the 13th year of Minghe according to the year.

Qi Jing hurriedly followed, took out the dossier that Jin Zhu had stuffed for him before he left, and asked Yan Zhilan, "How do I break the seal?"

Yan Zhilan searched intently, and after a while, pulled out a volume from the mountain of files, "This."

Qi Jing watched helplessly as he joined the two volumes end to end, put them together, and put them on the table.After a while, no one touched the two volumes, and they started to move by themselves, making a teeth-piercing sound of mechanical rotation, like a spinning top, spinning at high speed, turning into a double image.

Qi Jing looked dazzled, and asked Yan Zhilan: "What is this?" It didn't look like a formation.

Yan Zhilan looked at the file with serious eyes, and explained: "There is a long-lost mechanism technique, which can disguise organs into whatever you want, such as paper, hairpins, etc. Those organs are almost the same as ordinary ones. Things are the same, if people who don't know look at it, they won't see any difference at all."

Qi Jing exclaimed in surprise: "It's so powerful!" Then he thought of something, and asked in confusion, "Then how do you know?"

Yan Zhilan lowered his eyes: "I have seen it in an ancient book, and this is the first time I have seen it today."

Qi Jing's enthusiasm was extinguished in an instant, and he said "oh", and complained in his heart expressionlessly: "Okay, I get it, Xueba is amazing."

During the gap between their conversations, the speed of the mechanism disguised as a file had slowed down, and finally made a slight "click" sound, and stopped completely, standing still.

Qi Jing's attention was immediately attracted: "Is it open?" Without waiting for Yan Zhilan's response, he urged him again and again, "Open it quickly and see what's written inside."

Yan Zhilan nodded, and stepped forward to open the merged scrolls.

Qi Jing watched expectantly, because he was too excited, his heart was beating like a drum.

The scroll was slowly unfolded by Yan Zhilan with extreme caution, and a past event that had been covered in dust for many years finally reappeared in the world and appeared in front of them.

The author has something to say: Qi Jing: Come and serve Gu.

Yan Zhilan: Good.

the next day,

Qi Jing looked at Yan Zhilan vigilantly: What are you doing here?I didn't turn over your sign today, so you go out.

Yan Zhilan: I am here to serve you.

Qi Jing (clutching her sore waist): No, you go.

Yan Zhilan: Yes.