As a villain, he relies on coquettishness to rise to power

[Miki: Yumu. 】

[Miki: My name is Yumu. 】

[Miki: What about you? 】

Perhaps her intuition told Yumu that the other person was the person she was looking for, so Yumu began to talk more unconsciously.

A message was quickly sent back to Yumu, but it was still a voice message.

Seeing this voice message, Yumu paused for a moment. He learned wisely and didn't listen directly to the voice message. Instead, he found the Bluetooth headset in his bag.

She put on her earphones and clicked on voice. The other party's voice was still cold.

He replied coldly: "Yan Zijin."

When Yumu heard the words, she paused slightly, squinted her eyes, and replied to the other party with another message.

[Miki: Where are you from? 】

This question may be a bit strange. Who would ask the other person where he is from as soon as he comes up?

Yan Zijing seemed to pause for a moment before replying: "People from the capital."

Beijing...

Yumu suddenly had a guess, and she asked Huang Tao: "Could this Yan Zijin be the real Yan Zijin?" 】

Yu Mu's implication was that this person could be Yan Zijin, who was unparalleled in the Cizhao Kingdom for thousands of years.

Huang Tao was also confused, and shook his head: [Your Highness, I don’t know. 】

[Can you find his location? ] Yumu was a little curious, who was this Yan Zijin.

Upon hearing this, Huang Tao began to control the background to locate Yan Zijing's geographical location, but found that this person was not found on the entire world map.

Suddenly, Huang Tao was stunned.

Could it be that the other party knew it would locate it, so it hid its location?

impossible!

How could there be a protective net in this world that it couldn't break? !

But no matter how Huang Tao searched, he could never find this person's location.

Finally, Huang Tao replied to Yu Mu dejectedly: "I'm sorry, Your Highness, I...I can't find out his location."

Hearing Huang Tao's dejected words, Yu Mu did not show any surprise. Instead, he raised his eyebrows, as if he was somewhat expected.

[Is it possible that he is actually Yan Zijin, the Yan Zijin from thousands of years ago? 】Yumu asked Huang Tao.

Huang Tao: [? ? ? 】

Huang Tao: [Huh? impossible? 】

Huang Tao scratched his head and said: [This Yan Zijin was from a thousand years ago and has been dead for so long, so it could be him! 】

[What if it’s across time? ] Yumu asked.

Huang Tao: [According to His Highness’s conjecture, what’s the opportunity? What about the overlap between the two? 】

Yumu didn't expect this, but her intuition told her that it was probably what she had guessed.

Seeing that Yumu had stopped talking, Huang Tao sighed and said: [Your Highness, I know you want to find out where the mysterious master is now, but you can't be anxious. 】You can’t catch a suspicious person and just assume it’s him.

As for the mysterious man who had traveled through four planes and was closely following His Highness, Huang Tao saw that his status was rising day by day, and he wisely changed his name to "Sir".

Although he didn't know who this gentleman was, Huang Tao knew that he must have a lot of background.

After all, people who can follow the system's pace and travel through any plane are not ordinary people.

Yu Mu pursed his lower lip and did not continue to reply to Huang Tao's words. She took her mobile phone and replied to Yan Zijin's message.

[Sanmu: The imperial master of Cizhao Kingdom, Yan Zijin? 】

Yan Zijing: "Yeah."

After Yumu finished eating the dried mango, she began to open the spicy strips that Song Youyou gave her. At the same time, Yumu opened another bottle of Feizhai Happy Water.

When Yu Mu listened to Yan Zijin's cold and cold voice, he didn't look nervous or fake at all, which was a bit meaningful.

She thought for a moment.

[Miki: How old are you this year? 】

Yan Zijin: "Twenty-five."

twenty five……

Yumu remembered that Yan Zijin died at the age of twenty-eight in history. So Yan Zijin only lived for three years?

Yumu frowned, feeling a little pity.

She couldn't help but ask Yan Zijin.

[Miki: How is your health now? 】

The history does not explain in detail how Yan Zijin died. There are only a few words written in the history books, saying that he was seriously ill, but did not say what the disease was.

——

In 372 BC, the twilight night was exceptionally quiet. The wind blew through the treetops and made a rustling sound. The windows were half-covered, and the breeze came in through the gaps, vaguely blowing the candles and making the candlelight sway.

In the room, in front of a clean and tidy desk, sat a slender man with fluttering white coat.

In the candlelight, the figure in front of the desk looked particularly thin. He lowered his long eyelashes and looked at the relic strung up by a rope with a strange look in his eyes.

His eyebrows are clear, and his long, low eyelashes appear thick and dense. They are dyed with the blurry mist color at night, making the ends of his eyes appear extremely deep, as if they are thick ink, and his expression is affectionate but cold.

The dark pupils were indifferent and calm, as black as ink, and except for the flash of surprise at the beginning, there was almost no emotion at all.

Wearing a snow shirt is like the white snow on the top of a mountain. It is inviolable and cannot be defiled by anyone.

At this moment, the man was picking up a relic with his snow-white fingertips, looking at it thoughtfully with his eyes lowered.

When Yan Zijin was deep in thought, the relic in his hand suddenly lit up, and then a piece of golden text floating in mid-air appeared in front of Yan Zijin.

It clearly says on it——

'How is your health now? ’

Yan Zi's long, narrow and beautiful eyes were slightly narrowed, and his face was as cold as jade, as pale as water. He answered the other party in a cold voice: "It's acceptable."

After Yan Zijing returned, there was no movement for a long time. After waiting for a moment, Yan Zijing couldn't help but frown slightly, and whispered: "Are you still there?"

After a while, the relic in his hand lit up, but strangely, the previous words did not appear in front of Yan Zijin.

Yan Zi frowned, a trace of gloom appearing on his delicate and beautiful face.

His fingertips couldn't help but tap the relic in his hand, neither lightly nor heavily.

The next second, a girl's voice rang in the room.

"Ah, I'm here."

The girl's voice was a little soft, she seemed to be eating something in her mouth, and her words were not very clear.

The young man's slender and straight body was slightly startled. His eyelashes trembled slightly, his fingertips rubbed the relic in his hand, and he said, "Were you talking just now?"

"Um."

"It turns out that you can listen to voice messages. I thought you couldn't. So if that's the case, it will be a lot easier."

Yumu, who is thousands of years away, is currently sitting on the bed in his dormitory, eating spicy strips, and watching a recently released suspense drama on his iPad.

"The voice message refers to what you said?" Yan Zi paused solemnly, and then asked lightly.