Martial Arts: Start A Life Simulator

But Lin Jingzhe didn't care.

It is not the first time that he has been worried about.

And Lin Jingzhe knows that no matter what identity he chooses, he will be involved in major events in the world with a different identity according to his past experience.

This is a general trend.

It cannot be avoided because of differences in status.

"What does your Majesty need me to do?"

Lin Jingzhe didn't know what to do when he was called into the palace for the first time as a book boy.

Looking at Zhou Xuan, who was flipping through the books in the distance, Lin Jingzhe didn't hesitate, and asked directly: "After all, I won't let me come here to sleep."

"You are the first person who dares to sleep in the imperial study room."

Zhou Xuan sat down behind the book case and began to review the memorial. She knew about Lin Jingzhe sleeping in the Imperial Study Room yesterday.

While correcting the memorial, Zhou Xuan began to think about arranging some things for Lin Jingzhe. She used to call Lin Jingzhe deliberately to block those ministers who wanted to arrange people around her.

As for what to ask Lin Jingzhe to do, she has never thought about it.

"You can help me tidy up the Imperial Study Room temporarily.

After thinking slightly, Zhou Xuan made a decision: "22 As for other things, you can't do it at your age."

"Then I will start."

Lin Jingzhe waited on the side, watching Zhou Xuan who was thinking finally make a decision, Lin Jingzhe stood up and began to help tidy up the imperial study room.

While tidying up the Imperial Study Room, Lin Jingzhe guessed about the identity of Old Man Zhou.

Lin Jingzhe still remembers the appearance of the little emperor and old man Zhou who were familiar with each other that day.

Although Old Man Zhou would visit his home from time to time, his father and mother never mentioned to Lin Jingzhe that Old Man Zhou's identity is really untrue.

Thinking about it now, Old Man Zhou is not surprised, he should be one of the princes of Da Zhou.

"I heard you play chess very well."

Seeing Lin Jingzhe start to organize things, Zhou Xuan nodded in satisfaction: "When will we play a game?"

"so so."

Seeing Zhou Xuan looking at herself curiously, Lin Jingzhe couldn't help but give birth to an object who would develop the little emperor in front of him into a wool.

He casually responded to Zhou Xuan's words, and quickly put a book back on the shelf.

"Last time, I saw the match between you and Grandpa Seven."

After taking a sip of tea, Zhou Xuan pointed to the chess table set up not far away: "You have concealed your own strength."

"Why don't we have the next game now."

As Zhou Xuan spoke, she stood up from the sitting position and walked to the chess table first.

. . . . . .

"Is the investigation clear?"

"Who on earth did Wang De take refuge in?"

In a mansion, a few middle-aged officials dressed in reckless clothes sat on both sides of the hall, all looking at the man sitting in the main seat with a majestic face.

Seeing that the people on both sides of the hall bowed their heads after the question of the owner, the middle-aged man couldn’t help but an angry expression on his face: “Let me go down and check it. The destruction is clean."

"My lord, do you think it will be the Seventh Prince."

Soon after the man got angry, everyone who was still standing in the living room quickly disappeared.

After hesitating for a while, the servant who was waiting on the other side stood in front of the man with a flattering smile: "After all, that Wang De has always been very close to the Seventh Prince."

"idiot."

Looking at the servant who poured tea for himself, the middle-aged man snorted coldly and said faintly: "The Seventh Prince has no real power in the court, and he has been far away from the court in recent years, so it is impossible to be him."

"Will that be what your majesty meant."

After being scolded by the middle-aged man, the old servant still had a smile on his face.

"What does your majesty mean?"

Hearing the words of the old servant, the middle-aged man took a sip of tea, but he was taken aback, his eyes narrowed slightly: "It seems that our little emperor is a little restless."

"You take a trip to the house of Lord Shang Shu Lai of the Household Department."

After a moment of contemplation, the middle-aged man played with the teacup in his hand with a cold tone: "It means that I will ask him to watch the moon in the Star Picking Tower that night."

. . . . . .

Yedu, Outer City.

"My Father."

On the street, the mighty motorcade was walking towards the city of Yedu. The two leaders each rode a handsome horse, and the gray-haired generals were wearing silver-white armor.

The middle-aged general riding a horse beside him was in pitch black armor.

Seeing the hustle and bustle on the street, the middle-aged general showed a smile on his face: "I haven't returned to Yedu for a long time. It's still so prosperous here."

"Well, it's almost ten years."

The gray-haired old general nodded slightly when he heard his son's words. He scanned the buildings on both sides of the street, his original stern face gradually softened: "I don't know. fine."

"Little Sister said in her letter that she gave birth to another son."

The middle-aged general on one side couldn't help but smile when he saw Own's father worried. It was the first time he saw his father, who was called a butcher, showing this appearance.

Hearing Own’s father mentioned Little Sister, whom he hadn’t seen for many years, he chuckled, and immediately picked up a package from Own: "I heard that the kid is for reading."

"But I still think he should practice martial arts more."

While talking, the middle-aged general took out a very exquisitely crafted dagger from his package: "I have prepared gifts for both of their brothers."

"Give me."

Looking at the dagger that the middle-aged general took out, the old general stretched out his hand and motioned to the middle-aged general to pass the dagger.

"My father, do you want it?"

Looking at the hand extended by his father, the middle-aged general handed the dagger over with some doubts.

"This is a gift I gave to their brothers. It has nothing to do with you."

Hanging the package on the saddle, the old general slapped his horse on the back and rushed out.

Only the middle-aged general was left standing in place, pulling the reins in a daze.

. . . . . .

"No more."

Inside the imperial study room of the imperial palace.

Zhou Xuan put the chess pieces in her hand into the chess basket, and looked at Lin Jingzhe who was sitting on the chair opposite her and napping, she stood up angrily and left.

He played ten rounds with Lin Jingzhe, and every round was a loss.

It is the first time Zhou Xuan has lost so ugly since learning chess.

Every time it was only one move away, she looked like she was about to win, but she lost in the end.

This made Zhou Xuan realize that she and Lin Jingzhe are not on the same level at all.

"It's getting late, the minister retired?"

Lin Jingzhe stretched his waist and stood up from his seat. He took out a sack from his arms and began to load what he had won today.

'asshole. ’

Seeing Lin Jingzhe actually took out the sack from her arms, Zhou Xuan suddenly understood that Lin Jingzhe was actually prepared, she could not help but cursed Lin Jingzhe in her heart. .

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