The time is fixed on December 31, 2013, when country Z went to Beijing.

The starry sky is like water, and the night is like thick ink, deeply smudged.

At this moment, in front of the beachfront apartment.

With a click, the key was inserted into the keyhole. Just as Jun Yu's slender fingers touched the handle, the door slowly opened automatically from the room, accompanied by convulsive words.

"Comrade Jun Yu, I've told you this many times! When facing a broken door like this, stand still, take a deep breath, push out your orchid finger, and it will naturally open."

The woman in a low-cut bra on the sofa in the lobby curled her lips, retracted her signature orchid finger, straightened her chest, and raised her head to the sky.

Jun Yu shook his head helplessly: "Bo Shen Jingning, first of all, I am not a gay, please don't slander my reputation like this. Furthermore, you are so stupid! Do you think everyone can control your thoughts like you? Stand still and take a deep breath.

With one breath, the orchid finger is pushed out. If so, my body will react..."

On the other side, Mu Se put down the medicine box in her hand and folded her hands to support her chin.

She spoke slowly: "Well, the gas enters the chest cavity and abdominal cavity through the mouth, a small part remains in the stomach, and most of it enters the intestines. It is decomposed by microorganisms in the intestines. The decomposition process produces some methane and ammonia, and then passes through the anus...

Cough, cough, discharge from the lower part, there will indeed be a physiological reaction."

Silently, Jun Yu stepped into the apartment, took off his mask, glanced at the other three women in the room, took a deep breath, and was speechless for a moment.

Jingning flipped up her long black hair, slowly raised her hand, and the door automatically closed gently from the inside.

On the sofa, Mu Se raised her feet and crossed her legs. I said, "Who on earth chose this damn place to celebrate the New Year? It's deeply polluted, and the holiday only lasts one day."

"Oh? That's right, that's right! If you accidentally inhale the smog, a piece of golden buckwheat can speed up the movement of tracheal cilia and help discharge foreign matter from the respiratory tract." Mu Se picked up the medicine box next to him, picked up a pill and put it in Jun

In Yu's mouth.

At this time, a certain Goddess Qin Zimo, who was cold and invincible and had eyes as good as a microscope, was silent next to the balcony.

She threw out a melon seed lazily and glanced out: "Severe haze, PM2.5, visibility 19.8345 meters, coverage area 16411.' square kilometers."

In an instant, the room was silent for three seconds...

Jun Yu collapsed, inserted his fingers into his hair, and looked up at the sky: "Oh God! It is said that people in the Military Intelligence Agency must have cold breath, captivating eyes, and few words. But what is going on with them? Please, let me hurry up.

Separate yourself from these three bastards!"

She felt like she would never love again.

That's right, these four orphans were selected by the Military Intelligence Bureau's Supernatural Power Division early because of their natural abilities or inheritance of medical and martial arts. They have not taken a vacation for 10 years. This time, they finally had a day off and were trapped at home by the smog.

The statement about the Military Intelligence Agency is actually a fallacy. Military intelligence personnel will not reveal their characteristics easily. Being good at disguise is the first step in the code of military intelligence.

Jun Yu has no special powers, but she knows ancient martial arts and is the youngest ancient martial arts expert in the Military Intelligence Department.

"Chief, the order you issued last night has been completed and the items have been retrieved. It's over."

Chief of Staff Liu's reply came clearly from the phone: "The r-country's special ability jamming device will be tested immediately to see if it is effective. We will return to the team tomorrow."

Jun Yu had just ended the call. On this side, Jing Ning gently raised her hand, and the black package that Jun Yu had placed in the workroom after entering the room had automatically flown into her palm.

Mu Se stood up gracefully, stepped into the inner room, walked slowly with four pieces of anti-virus clothing, and handed them to the other three people, who then finished wearing them.

Afterwards, Jun Yu opened the package and took out the small golden box inside.

Qin Zimo looked at it for a moment and said in a low voice: "Golden color, 23 centimeters long and 18 centimeters wide. It was not made in country R and is estimated to have a history of a thousand years."

Hearing this, the four people frowned tightly.

After pondering for a while, Jun Yu stretched out his shiny fingertips and slowly rubbed the lines of the switch. After concentrating, he reached out and opened the box.

Mu Se's heart suddenly thumped, and she quickly stepped forward to grab Jun Yu: "Stop!"

Before he finished speaking, a bright light suddenly flashed through, and the air around him was distorted and deformed. Jun Yu felt a sudden strong wind in the room, and he lost consciousness in an instant.

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Time and space transformation, Xuanqing Continent.

This year's spring seems to have come extraordinarily late. It's already the end of March, and although there are a few touches of tender green emerging from the grass, the slightly cold spring wind is still bringing out the slightest hint of desolation in the warmth.

Daqin is located in the middle of Xuanqing Continent, close to the northwest. Therefore, the four-season climate is greatly affected by the northwest region. Although it is majestic and majestic, it is also desolate.

Until Emperor Naland came to power thirty years ago, he not only paid attention to literature and history, but also began to advocate martial arts, which was stronger than military affairs, and built a special military academy to recruit talents.

Subsequently, various countries began to follow suit and built their own military academies to strengthen their armies and expand their defenses.

Da Qin's cavalry grew stronger and stronger generation after generation, and finally broke through the Imperial Capital of the Western Wei Dynasty ten years ago and marched straight into it.

After that, the Western Wei Dynasty declared itself a vassal of the Qin Dynasty.

With the fall of the Western Wei Kingdom, there are now only four kingdoms left in the Xuanqing Continent: Da Qin, Eastern Chu, Northern Qi, and Southern Xinjiang.

The Qin Dynasty had strong soldiers and horses, and the people lived in peace and contentment. However, the Eastern Chu and Northern Qi did not make too many concessions. The country was rich and the people were strong, and they developed rapidly.

The last of the four countries, the Southern Kingdom, is the most remote due to its geographical location, thousands of miles away and the most mysterious. It has always been alone and has little contact with the other three countries. It is also the only country in this continent where a woman can be the leader.

!

Although Daqin seems prosperous today, corruption and abuses are increasing day by day.

Beneath the calm appearance, there is already a turbulence hidden. Among them, Fengjian Hou's Mansion, Ye Prince's Mansion, Song Prime Minister's Mansion, and Li Daxiang's Mansion are the four major powerful forces. Other aristocratic families follow closely behind, and the aristocratic families try to suppress the powerful families and put themselves in power.

Fights have continued over the years. As the older generation gradually withdraws from the public eye, a new generation of young people begins to show off their talents.

At this time, at the same moment, in Bianjing City of the Great Qin Dynasty, the residence of Fengjian Hou, the head of the four great clans.

The tender green of early spring has not yet reached my eyes, but the sun is shining brightly and the red sun is shining brightly.

A soft breeze blew by, hitting the motionless door of the house, seeming to slightly open a crack.

Looking closer, I saw the front yard decorated with lights and busy figures scattered in every corner.

Every servant had a thin smile on their face, they were excited and extremely excited.

The only legitimate son of their Fengjian Hou Mansion, the only heir apparent to the Marquis, is finally coming back today!

The deceased son, Feng Jianli, who was frail since he was a child, suffered from cold poison in his body, and was raised by a miraculous doctor in the mountains for more than ten years, is finally going back home!

However, at this time, in the backyard of the Hou Mansion, in the courtyard where the noble son rested.

At the central marble table, His Royal Highness Nalan Jing, the Fifth Prince of the Dynasty, is wearing a brown brocade robe, with gloomy eyebrows.

Nalan Jing picked up the jade and agate snow-white chess piece on the table and threw it at the feet of the black-clothed servant who was trembling and trembling, kowtowing to beg for mercy. He shouted sternly: "Tell me, where did you hide that ring finger?"

?”

Nalan Jing raised his chin arrogantly and contemptuously, and kicked the servant in black again: "You're mute! Say it!"

"Your Majesty, Fifth Prince, calm down and don't hurt yourself because of these lowly creatures!" A low, frivolous voice was heard coming from the entrance of the courtyard, and a light peach-colored figure was getting closer and closer.

As soon as he finished speaking, accompanied by the sound of tiny footsteps, Song Wuyan, the son of the Prime Minister's Mansion, slowly walked in from the door holding a white jade fan.

Song Wuyan bowed to the people sitting on the stone table and said, "Everyone has been waiting for a long time. The five of us originally agreed to come together, but we didn't expect to be delayed due to something unexpected at the Prime Minister's Mansion. Wuyan came late.

, please forgive me!”

Seeing this, Nalan Jing nodded slowly and signaled to Song Wuyao not to be formal and to get up quickly.

Song Wuyan straightened his back and quietly sat down. He glanced at the servant in black at his feet with half-squinted eyebrows, opened the fan with a wave of his hand, and laughed out loud: "So it's so lively? It seems that Wuyan almost missed a good show!

"

Ye Lingxuan, who was sitting on the other side of the stone table, held the jade cup in his hand tightly. There was fragrant tea brew in it, and the lingering fragrance of tea.

Ye Lingxuan lowered his eyes and looked at the servant in black who was kneeling on the ground with blood dripping from his forehead.

After a moment, he faced the four people in front of him and said: "The Second Highness, the Fifth Highness, the Thirteenth Highness, the Prime Minister's Palace has no master. Can you let Ye Lingxuan say a few words? Today the five of us are here to congratulate the deceased son on his return to the court.

Yes, it’s better not to make a big move on such a festive day!”

His voice was low and soft, and the crimson blue robe covering his body was embroidered with auspicious cloud totems. He was only seventeen or eighteen years old, but he had an elegant temperament of his own.

Unexpectedly, Nalan Jing snorted loudly when he heard this: "Young prince Ye, this ring was given to me by my father on my twelfth birthday, but it was lost in the Marquis' Mansion today! I just had this servant.

I have been serving tea at His Highness’s side. Who else could have stolen it if it wasn’t her? How can I feel at ease if I don’t find it back, and how can I explain it to my father?”

"Fifth brother, don't be so cruel. Maybe you threw it away and forgot where you put it!"

At the same moment, another child's voice, immature and extremely stinky, suddenly sounded clear and charming, naturally interrupting Nalan Jing's next words.

The youngest Thirteenth Highness, Nalanqing, pursed his lips, stared at the servant who couldn't help but kowtow, and tried to persuade him unbearably. He looked about eight or nine years old, with a short stature and round cheeks.

Xiao Shisan turned around and blinked at the worried Ye Lingxuan.

The sun is shining brightly on the horizon, and the clouds are light and glazed. Little Thirteen's lively and smart eyes are as pure and attractive as crystal pearls.

Seeing this, Ye Lingxuan's frown eased slightly, and he echoed: "That's right! Your Highness, perhaps, you really forgot where you put it."

Song Wuyan flicked the folding fan in his hand and continued: "Young prince Ye, His Highness Thirteenth Highness, you don't understand this! You humble and humble servants are all jealous of money! In Wuyan's view, His Highness the Fifth Highness

What she said makes sense, she must be right in stealing!"

Song Wuyan handed over the jade fan in his hand, pointed at the trembling servant in black on the ground, and said with a cold snort.

But when a few people were not paying attention, they quietly looked at His Highness Nalan Che, who was sitting at the head of the stone table!

This sentence undoubtedly added fuel to the fire. His Highness Nalan Jing's face darkened, and he no longer cared about other people's dissuasive words. He flicked his sleeves and poured out the steaming hot tea in his hand!

"Ah, I, I really didn't steal it!"
To be continued...