The Basic Law of Routines in the Infinite World

Xiu Yan shook his head slightly, and said, "I ask Your Majesty, are you interested in how she usually sleeps?"

The little emperor shook his head: "Who can't sleep, I don't want to listen to that kind of stuff."

"Then at least half of her life you don't want to hear about."

"And the other half?"

"Are you interested in how she eats, drinks, walks, dazes, and goes to the bathroom?"

The little emperor shook his head.

"Then half the time is gone."

"Isn't there still half left?" The little emperor pouted, "It must be ten years or so?"

"Do you want to listen to her on the way to experience the stories, and on the way back after experiencing those stories?"

"It's halfway again, right?" The little emperor suddenly said disappointedly: "You said that, it seems that there is really no time. I thought there would be many interesting things."

As he said that, the little emperor's eyes lit up: "By the way, Master, you are so powerful, you should have experienced many things and heard many interesting stories, right? Tell me about it?"

"If you are willing to listen." Xiu Yan said lightly.

"Quick, quick."

"Then let me talk about a poor monarch." Xiu Yan nodded slightly: "He is the master of a country, but he is extremely pitiful."

The little emperor tilted his head: "Why is the emperor so pitiful? I live comfortably every day."

Xiu Yan paused: "If His Majesty finds it boring, then forget it."

"Okay." The little emperor sat down and said depressedly: "Master, you continue."

Xiu Yan cleared his throat, and said again: "He is pitiful, it's because this guy is bound in various ways and does things he doesn't like. In order to adjust his life, he enjoys blowing shit all day long. until one day.........."

Xiuyan's story was told from morning to noon.

"For the sake of the souls of the mainland, he resolutely jumped into the tunnel leading to nowhere." After Xiu Yan finished speaking, he blinked at the little emperor.

"No more?" The little emperor looked up at He Xiuyan.

"It's gone." Xiu Yan nodded.

"Should there be more?" The little emperor wondered: "I always feel that there is no end."

Xiu Yan spread his hands and said, "But that's all I know."

"Okay..." The little emperor thought for a while, "But this guy is really stupid, as an emperor, he sacrificed himself for those guys."

Xiu Yan smiled slightly. Naturally, he wouldn't talk to the little emperor at this time. Can the little emperor understand it? In case this guy is a studious master, he ran over to ask August if he didn't understand. , then Xiuyan was completely exposed, so Xiuyan just smiled and said: "Your Majesty is right."

"But I still envy him that he can go out to play everywhere." The little emperor looked at the high palace courtyard wall: "When I grow up, I want to go out to play."

Xiu Yan didn't answer.

"Master." The little emperor looked at Xiu Yan: "Is there any other story?"

Xiu Yan waved his hand: "Your Majesty, as I said, a person's story is limited after all."

"But you only said one."

"Actually..." Xiu Yan whispered: "If Your Majesty really wants to hear these things, there is an easier way."

The little emperor's eyes lit up: "What! What!"

"Don't forget, Your Majesty, you are the monarch of this country." Xiu Yangong said: "There are thousands of people under your rule, even if one person can only tell one story, Your Majesty, you can't finish listening to it even if you don't sleep at night of."

The little emperor swiped and stood up: "That's right! Why didn't I think of this, I'll go find the minister!"

"Your Majesty, wait!" Xiu Yan quickly stopped him.

"What's wrong?" The little emperor looked at Xiu Yan suspiciously.

"The minister is very busy." Xiu Yan reminded: "Your Majesty, you have been listening to stories in the palace recently, and the matters in the court are handled by the minister."

"That's right..." The little emperor said disappointedly: "The minister wants to help me manage the government, so what should I do?"

"It's simple." Xiu Yan said relaxedly: "Your Majesty, you can give orders, just say that you want to hear a story, and the people below will definitely help you, but... the minister asked, Your Majesty can't say I taught you."

"Why?"

"Think about it." Xiu Yan said with a wry smile: "If the minister knows that I taught you, then he will know that I am responsible for his tiring work, and I will inevitably be punished by the minister at that time. I want to help you in the future." It is absolutely impossible for His Majesty to have fun."

"So that's how it is!" The little emperor suddenly realized, and he looked like a child skipping class: "Don't worry, I will never say anything."

As he spoke, the little emperor walked out of the gazebo and shouted, "Come on!"

Seeing the little guy's high-spirited look, Liu Hong asked doubtfully, "Do you really want to help him?"

"It's not helping him." Xiu Yan said lightly, "It's helping us."

"It feels so troublesome." Meng Hao yawned from the side: "I'm so stupid, isn't this too convoluted?"

"Because there are some things that he must discover by himself." Xiuyan's eyes shone brightly: "The high-level mathematical equations that you discover are more reliable than the one plus one taught by others. It depends on whether we can get points." Can this little guy have the self-awareness of an emperor?"

Xueyin blinked aside: "What if you can't?"

Xiu Yan sneered: "Then we will help him."

ps: Sure enough...all of you will hahaha, hahahaha. Please don’t just see the anti-pornography and anti-illegals please! The reason has nothing to do with that! It's just because we love to be late! Being late is the point! ! !

ps: Also, the efficiency at home is really not good. However, I will be at home for the next three days... I looked at the update list, and I was lying on the eighth. This month's ambition of 300,000 words!

ps: By the way, everyone, try to guess how Xiuyan is going to train the little emperor. If you guess right... I don't know how to reward him, so let's do it... If someone guesses right, I will backstab How about a wave of academic masters?

ps: Let me tell you, you can't tell Xueba about this, if you tell Xueba, this bet will be void. The last time I was about to backstab him, I gave up after being threatened.

ps: After all... Admitting counsel is my innate skill.

Chapter 213: Passing the message

The living place of the False Team is better than before, with a separate mansion, equipped with servants, and agents who can do what they do in the mission world are absolutely amazing.

Not only that, Xiu Yan seems to be very aristocratic, he keeps having banquets every day, hosting nobles from all over the imperial capital, officials big and small, merchants and dignitaries.

At this time, it was the beginning of a banquet.

"Viscount Drake." Xiu Yan raised his wine glass to the people around him with a smile on his face: "I heard that you serve in the army, that's a good job."