After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God

His eyes were pitch black, bottomless, without any warmth, only a cold color that could not be melted away.

Obviously Si Fuqing confirmed that he couldn't see her, but his glance clearly made her feel that he seemed to be able to see everything.

She raised her hand and shook it in front of the boy, then reached out to stroke his hair.

The boy's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the breath in his body suddenly became sharp.

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

Si Fuqing pushed him back directly, and forcibly covered him with the quilt.

After searching in the palace for a long time, he found a box of silver needles. After the disinfection, he started to mend his wounds.

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

But he couldn't break free.

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

All this is beyond his imagination.

For a moment, even the thoughts of the young emperor froze.

Soon, Si Fuqing stitched up his wound with ease, and then let go of the hand that restrained him.

The system did not issue a warning.

After all, Emperor Yin died when he was twenty-seven years old. Now that he is nine years old, nothing will happen to him anyway.

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

But she felt distressed.

She couldn't do anything else, and she could only ease his pain in this way.

It is impossible for history books to record all such trivial matters.

He suffered far more than recorded.

The boy's expression returned to indifference, and he rearranged his clothes.

Si Fuqing raised his eyebrows, appreciating his handsome facial features.

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

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

A big eunuch came in with a haughty look on his face, and his words were full of sarcasm and contempt: "Ninth Prince, His Highness the Second Highness is looking for you, do you still have time to rest here?"

The boy raised his eyes and said in a low voice, "Get lost."

The chief eunuch was startled by his sound, and his face instantly became ugly.

He took two steps forward and was about to grab the young man's arm: "I think you're out of your mind, don't you really think you are the prince? Do you have the life of the prince? The imperial concubine doesn't even want to see you , What are you being arrogant about?"

The young man was so calm that he looked at the eunuch with dark eyes.

Si Fuqing couldn't listen any longer, her eyes turned cold, she raised her leg, and kicked the old eunuch's heart.

The old eunuch screamed and was immediately kicked out of the palace.

The boy's eyes narrowed slightly.

He stood with his hands behind his back, slowly turned his head, and looked at Si Fuqing's position again.

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

Soon the cold palace and side hall returned to silence.

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

Si Fuqing squinted his eyes, and asked the game system: "The others didn't feel it, so why did he feel my presence in the first place? Can he still capture my position?"

[Hint: Yinhuang is not an ordinary person. 】

Si Fuqing was stunned.

Ziweixing, who descended from the sky, is a master of luck, but he can't be compared to ordinary people.

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

To the young Yinhuang, she was indeed a ghost.

Si Fuqing was thoughtful: "Can he hear me?"

[Hint: The level is not enough, and the sound cannot be transmitted temporarily. 】

Si Fuqing: "..."

Are you really going to let her play games?

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

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

Still the object of her admiration.

Be cautious.

Can'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 place has always been a cold palace, are you the former concubine who died in vain?"

Si Fuqing wrote "No".

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

It's ridiculous to think about it.

His bloodline never cared about him, only wanted him to die.

The person who really cared about him turned out to be a ghost who knew how to treat him.

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

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

Si Fuqing could see it clearly, even though he said that, his eyes still didn't soften at all.

He doesn't believe her.

Too.

As an emperor, how could he trust others so much.

At the age of nine, he has a maturity that does not match his age. He is obviously dressed in commoner 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 would turn the world upside down.

What are the princes and ten countries?

When he wants to fight, he fights everywhere,

Presumably, the young emperor who will rule the world ten years later and fight all the way to the Western Continent can already see the first clues at this moment.

He was born to be king.

He used his strength to tell everyone that he was firmly seated on the throne.

This world, he also wants to decide.

Wherever the sun and the moon shine, and where the rivers and rivers go, they are all summer soil.

Is the golden scale a thing in the pool, it will turn into a dragon when it encounters a storm.

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

The young man turned around and returned to the palace: "I'm resting, you can float by yourself for a while."

Si Fuqing: "..."

What makes her float for a while?

She thought she couldn't disobey the idol's wishes, so she really went around outside the palace.

Outside are eunuchs and court ladies who have bullied teenagers.

After tidying up the eunuchs and maids, Si Fuqing clapped his hands and returned to the dilapidated palace.

The boy has fallen asleep.

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

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

She looked so good-looking when she was a child, but how bad is it when she grows up?

No matter what, she has to be on the same level of appearance as her boss.

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

Si Fuqing continued poking.

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

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

--Feel good.

The young man glanced at it, and quickly turned around, with his back to her.

Si Fu tilted her chin and was about to go outside to find some quilts. She just got up when the game system sounded suddenly.

[This week's game time is over, please come back next time. 】

In the next second, she was ejected by the game system and returned to the login space.

She stared at the blank screen and fell silent.

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

Only let her play for an hour a week?

What rubbish game planning.

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

She opened her eyes.

The eyes are blue sky, and row upon row of high-rise buildings.

There were crew members in twos and threes outside, and the laughter came, which was still the reality she was familiar with.

As if it was just a dream.

Si Fuqing pushed open the door of the lounge, breathing slowly: "Sister Sang, pinch me a few times."

"What's the matter?" Sang Yanqing was suspicious, "Why do you ask me to pinch you?"

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

Sang Yanqing had no choice but to pinch her as she wanted.

But this pinch made his hand hurt even more.

Sang Yanqing took a deep breath: "...you jumped out of the rock, right?!"

Even if you keep exercising all the year round, your body can't be like an iron wall, right?

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Si Fu put his hands together, "I'm in a self-defense state, please forgive me."

It's not a dream, she really saw Emperor Yin!

Although it was only an hour, she had already poked Yin Huang's face.

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

So she has to be more vigilant.

The game can enhance the strength of the player, but it can also make the player fall into a situation of life and death.

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

Si Fuqing blinked: "I have met someone 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 Futing 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 see him rule the world directly.

"Qingqing." Sang Yanqing put his hands on her shoulders, took a deep breath, and said earnestly, "Let's not do illegal things, okay? It starts in three years, and the maximum penalty is death. You should think about it carefully."

"There are quite a few people in the circle who want to chase you. In the past two days, other teams have been contacting me to say 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. In elementary school, no matter how cute you are, you should restrain yourself."

Si Fuqing: "..."

She slowly: "I am such a beast?"

"It's fine if it's not." Sang Yanqing was a little disbelieving, "You will take the exam for the seventh school the day after tomorrow, and there will definitely be some keyboard warriors on the Internet. I have to do public relations for you again. Don't break the law at a critical moment."

Si Fuqing lazily said, "I know, I know, Sister Sang, how can I break the law if I'm so obedient?"

Sang Yanqing confirmed that Si Fuqing really didn't intend to attack the nine-year-old pupil, and then left with confidence to assign tasks to the studio staff.

The cell phone rang at this moment.

Si Fuqing took a look.

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

She hung up the phone.

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

"You really pissed me off this time." Shen Xingyun clicked his tongue, "Haven't you coaxed him well yet?"

Yu Xiheng supported her head: "I am willing, it doesn't hurt to coax more."

Shen Xingyun sighed: "I've never seen you like this. It's rare that you are tempted. You were frightened that day, right? With your character, there are not many things that can frighten you."

"Yes." Yu Xiheng said lightly, "When I was a child, I met a ghost, and I was frightened at that time."

Shen Xingyun was taken aback for a moment: "Ghost? Doesn't someone from your family come to do things every month?"

Mrs. Yu's health is not very good, and she has many nightmares when she sleeps.

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

Of course, if you can invite an onmyoji, that would be the best.

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

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

"Did you read too many stories about the snail girl?" Shen Xingyun just felt strange, "Forget about ghosts, and I will cook for you. When you were young, the Yu family didn't even give you food, did they?"

Yu Xiheng didn't say anything more, he quietly looked out the window.

"Then I'll go first." Shen Xingyun stood up, "I wish you a good job coaxing Miss Si as soon as possible."

He must work hard to find a partner, and he can't hold back the brothers.

**

the next day.

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

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

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

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

You must know that the second is only 608 points, the gap between them is too big.

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

In the first half of the year, Ji Qingwei was just practicing with the exam papers of the seven schools. This year, she will participate and compete with other students on the same stage.

If other people fight, it's just a fight for second place.

"The papers of the joint entrance examination of the seven schools are relatively difficult, and it is very common for students in our school to take single-digit exams." The director of the admissions department reassured, "If you see too difficult questions in the examination room, don't worry."

Especially the math test, every time someone will faint.

Ambulances are waiting outside.

Si Fuqing nodded: "I know."

"I don't dare to think about number one." The director of the admissions department said again, "Let's fight for number two, there is still hope."

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

The highest score still depends on how much Ji Qingwei can take the test.

It feels like a time-closed loop, so I'll try to write it clearly.

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

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