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- The person who coined the word obscene is definitely a genius, Yang Hua has always thought so.
There is a reason why I say this, because Yang Hua is such a wretched man. Although he never thinks that he is wretched, others think so.
If not for any other reason, just because his eyes are very strange. When people around him see him, they immediately think of a small animal that walks around the streets and sneaks into kitchens¡ª¡ªa mouse.
Because of this, Yang Hua has been living at home since graduating from college and rarely walks on the streets. He is afraid that as soon as he goes out, he will be in trouble. . . . . .
God is always the most talented, and the person who coined the word obscene is even more talented. After Yang Hua intentionally or unintentionally opened the Baidu browser and entered the word obscene, he completely collapsed.
Baidu Encyclopedia shows: A wretched man usually refers to a man who is wretched in appearance and has a sinister look on his face. This kind of person does not dare to interact with others openly and has a ghost in his heart. He also has a strong desire for the opposite sex, but does not Dare to contact them openly, but always secretly peek at the opposite sex. They don't even have the slightest choice, as long as they are women
Yang Hua, who jumped off the bus awkwardly with the SLR camera he just bought in his hand, is in a very complicated mood now.
¡°Just now he saw a middle-aged uncle in the car. He looked like a gentleman. He had bright eyes, an imposing appearance between his eyebrows, and he was holding a black leather briefcase in his hand.
Yang Hua, who was lamenting that the God of Creation favored one thing over another, just complained and was attracted by the uncle's movements. He saw that his right hand was quietly reaching into the trouser pocket of a white-collar beauty under the cover of a briefcase.
Thief, when he saw this scene, he couldn't sit still for an instant. Somehow, he felt that this was an excellent opportunity given to him by God to change his image.
In just a moment, Yang Hua grabbed it with his right hand.
"Catch the thief!" At the same time, Yang Hua shouted with force from his throat.
When people heard this cry of justice, their eyes immediately turned towards the source of the sound, and the white-jade neck of the white-collar beauty also turned around.
Yang Hua finally saw the beautiful face of the white-collar beauty. Her brows were raised, and her eyes were filled with murderous intent. Her gaze only stayed on Yang Hua's face for a second, and then she raised her arms lightly and gave him away. Yang Hua slapped him.
"Why did you hit me!" Yang Hua said aggrievedly, feeling a burning pain in his cheeks.
"You gangster, let go of your hands!" The white-collar beauty ignored Yang Hua's aggrieved words and shouted in a sharp voice.
"This is the evidence, why let it go!" After Yang Hua finished speaking, the strength in his confident hands increased a little, and he wanted to hold his evidence tightly.
"Rogue! Let go!" The white-collar beauty's eyes widened, she roared again, and after speaking, she jumped to the left.
Yang Hua also felt something strange at this time. He felt that the eyes of everyone in the car were staring behind the white-collar beauty, and those eyes revealed surprise, anger, and contempt.
"Is it so difficult to be a good person?" Yang Hua said this aggrievedly, then lowered his head and looked down. His face instantly turned into the color of pig liver.
I saw that his right palm was firmly clasped on the buttocks of the white-collar beauty in the standard posture of Jiuyin White Bone Palm
Holding the camera in his right hand, Yang Hua was walking on the bustling street. His eyes looked quite lonely. Suddenly, he smelled a wisp of fragrance at the tip of his nose. He looked up blankly and saw a graceful lady in a green dress, with her chest raised and her butt raised. passed by.
His eyes immediately became bright. Yang Hua quickly picked up the camera in his hand, tremblingly facing the beauty's back and pressed the shutter.
"Click! Click!" Following the cheerful sound of the shutter, the corners of Yang Hua's mouth turned up slightly.
Strangely enough, at the same time, the originally bustling street was eerily quiet. Yang Huadang also noticed something was wrong. When he raised his head, he saw everyone around him looking at him with disdain. he. . . . . .
"You" Yang Hua looked at the disdainful eyes of the people around him. Before he finished speaking, there was a roar in his head, and his knees went weak and he lay down on the street.
Hearing the words of ¡°wretched¡±, ¡°villain¡± and ¡°stupid-looking¡±, Yang Hua slowly closed his eyes. . . . . .
Between heaven and earth, there is total darkness.
In a room with an area of ??only twenty square meters, several tung oil lamps emitted a soft yellow light, illuminating the room thoroughly.??, near the corner, a young man in black clothes with pale cheeks is lying on his side with his clothes on. There is a desk beside his couch, with a black robe stacked on it. There is nothing special about the robe. , only the golden dragons embroidered with gold threads on it exude a strange luster under the bright light.
After a long time, the young man slowly opened his eyes. The first thing that impressed his eyelids was four tung oil lamps that emitted soft light.
"Where is this?" The young man groaned, and then his expression changed. He suddenly found that his voice seemed a bit strange, and it sounded quite unfamiliar.
"How could this happen!" After the young man spat out these words with a look of surprise, he immediately turned over and sat up.
But at this moment, his brain suddenly felt dizzy, and his ears were ringing. After a long time, when he opened his eyes again, he saw the black robe on the desk, with several golden dragons on it showing their teeth and claws, unusually domineering. .
"What the hell is going on! Didn't I faint on the street?" When the young man saw the strange black clothes, he was frightened, frightened, and uneasy.
Just at this moment, the door of the room was pushed open, and a middle-aged man with a white face and a beard wearing strange clothes walked in quickly. He first glanced at the confused young man, then knelt on the ground and said in surprise: "Your Majesty, your Majesty. You finally woke up, are you still worried that your drowsiness will delay tomorrow's sacrifice?"
"The King"
The eyes of the "slave" and "sacrifice" young man were still blank. He looked at the middle-aged man with a surprised expression and remained silent.
"The King"
"Your Majesty," the middle-aged man called several times, but no one said a word. He immediately sighed slightly, slowly exited the room, and faced a person standing at the door and said, "I think it's because of the fast these days, Your Majesty." The dragon is weak, so quietly go and get some meat! Replenish the body of the king, and be sure not to let anyone see it."
"Here"
Although the voice outside the door was very soft, the young man still heard their conversation clearly. In a daze, he thought it was a dream. All this was incredible.
Just a moment later, when he saw the middle-aged man bringing a copper basin, saw the contents clearly, and smelled the faint aroma of meat, he heard a gurgling sound in his stomach.
The middle-aged man standing aside respectfully listened to the sound coming from the young man's belly, with a look of joy in his eyes. He saw the young man staring at the pig legs in the basin, sitting still, and whispered: "Your Majesty, let's count today. It¡¯s already the fifth day, and the fasting period is over. Tomorrow is the day when your Majesty will offer sacrifices and receive the emperor¡¯s royal seal, so it¡¯s okay to eat meat.¡±
The young man looked at the roasted pork leg and listened to the middle-aged man's words. His eyes regained some clarity. He knew that he must not be dreaming, because the aroma of meat from the roasted pork leg was so strong. The truth is so irresistible.
The boy couldn't think about the hunger in his belly. He stretched out his right hand and picked up the fragrant pork leg and started to eat it. Although the action was vulgar, the taste of the pork leg made his mouth water and he had endless aftertaste.
In an instant, all the pork leg meat fell into the young man's belly, and he couldn't help but burp. Seeing this, the middle-aged man quietly walked to the door and said a few words to the outside. He saw two fair-faced people, each carrying a hand. There was a copper basin, and a man came in holding an object of unknown fabric.
The two walked up to the young man and knelt down on the ground with something in their hands. The young man knew that this was for washing hands, so he stretched out his hands and washed his hands in the copper basin, then wiped them dry with the cloth, putting them in the process. When returning the cloth, the young man noticed a hint of indifference and a hint of disrespect in the eyes of the two men.
"This is not a dream, it's real. Could it be that I traveled through time and became a king? It's just that the eyes of those two people obviously didn't respect me very much. What kind of king am I?" Looking at the backs of the two people leaving, my mind Questions emerged one after another.
"Your Majesty, please have a rest as soon as possible. You have to go to the ancestral temple to offer sacrifices tomorrow morning!" The middle-aged man reminded him timely when he saw the young man staring blankly at the door.
"What kind of king am I?" the young man said abruptly, staring sideways at the middle-aged man.
When the middle-aged man heard what the young man said, he felt joyful in his heart. He slowly walked a few steps closer to the young man, lowered his head and whispered softly: "My lord, you are the third emperor of my Great Qin!"
"Great Qin"
"The Third Emperor" When the young man heard these words, he frowned first, and then he lay down on the couch.
The young man's expression was gloomy, his heart felt cold, and his body was shivering. The heat generated by the digestion of the pig leg he had just eaten was deeply covered by the frightened chill at this moment.
At this time, he was about to cry without tears. Although he had studied science before, he alsoIt is known that this Qin III only reigned for 47 days and was the most useless king of the Qin Empire, and his final outcome was that he was chopped into two pieces by Xiang Yu with a knife.
"Haha, 47 days, 47 days!" The young man's expression was quite painful. He didn't know whether this was a test from God or a punishment for him. "Isn't it just that he looks a bit vulgar, or was he secretly photographed on the street? "I kept reciting these words silently in my heart, and the young man's body was shaking.
"Your Majesty, you have to take care of your dragon body. The country of Great Qin depends on you, Your Majesty!" The middle-aged man's eyes were wet, and he knelt down on the ground, with a hint of sobs in his voice.
The young man slowly turned his head and stared at the middle-aged man expressionlessly. Feeling the young man's gaze, the middle-aged man knelt and moved a few steps forward. Tears flashed in his eyes, and he choked and said: "Your Majesty, this slave knows that you are I don¡¯t want to be this king, and I know that Zhao Gao just wants to take advantage of your Majesty. But, Your Majesty! I still remember the few words that His Majesty II whispered softly when he left. I still remember it fresh! Your Majesty! "
"What did he say?" After hearing the middle-aged man's words, the young man's eyes immediately became clear.
¡°Kill Zhao Gao!¡± The middle-aged man approached the young man with a tearful face and whispered softly.
"Zhao Gao!" The young man muttered these two words in a low voice, a gleam of light flashed across his eyes, and his expression became particularly complicated.
When the middle-aged man heard the young man's deep voice, he immediately raised his head and looked at the young man's face without looking at it. When he looked at it, his heart trembled for an instant. He found that the young man's expression was quite complicated at this time, and there was a hint of something. No, if I really want to say it, it seems a bit vulgar and a bit sinister.
"What's your name?" While the middle-aged man was in shock, the young man stared at him and suddenly uttered a few words.
"Your Majesty, my name is Han Tan!" The middle-aged man hurried back when he saw this. Since he was sent to serve the King, the King has not spoken much to him. When he heard the King ask about it today, he was slightly excited.
"Han Tan" The boy seemed to have seen this name there, but he just couldn't remember it. He couldn't help but close his eyes and think deeply. For a long time, his eyelashes trembled slightly and his eyes slowly opened.
He remembered that this Han Tan was the eunuch who still guarded the second generation sincerely when he was killed. Historical records said that he was extremely dissatisfied with Zhao Gao and conspired with the third generation Ziying to kill Zhao Gao.
"You hate Zhao Gao too!" the young man said suddenly, staring at Han Tan who was wiping his tears with his sleeves.
Han Tan nodded lightly, first turned his head to look at the door, then turned his head and whispered: "Your Majesty, this servant hates him so much that I wish I could skin him alive!"
Han Tan's voice contained a lot of hatred. The young man heard it and nodded silently. He vaguely remembered that according to history, Zhao Gao would invite him to the ancestral temple tomorrow to offer sacrifices and receive the emperor's seal. He came to invite him, but was finally killed by Han Tan in the room.
"Tomorrow, we are going to get rid of Zhao Gao! Can you help me?" The young man looked at the fire of hatred in Han Tan's eyes and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Han Tan did not expect the king to be so decisive. He withdrew his right hand to wipe away the tears and nodded heavily, with an unusually determined look in his eyes.
The young man saw this, so he lowered his head and told Han Tan his plan.
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