I opened the first page of my natal book with my left hand and held the lamp in my right hand, preparing to try baking it.

As soon as I touched it, the door panel of the room was pushed open. A person hurriedly ran in and snatched my life book.

My palms remained as they were, frozen in mid-air.

"This is a poor person. How can you burn it with fire?" It was a long-haired boy, about 14 years old. The boy's clothes looked very luxurious, with golden fabrics and light blue long hair.

The hair, on the top of the head, is the same as the Dragon King, with a pair of light brown dragon horns.

It's just not as domineering as the Dragon King's. His dragon horns look similar to two firewood sticks.

The boy's voice was full of questioning, and he held his life tightly in his arms, as if it belonged to him.

I reluctantly put down the lamp and asked with interest: "You seem to know how to understand this fate. Who are you?"

Oh, someone is really following me. Ever since I got up in the morning and went out, I felt like someone was following me all the way.

I didn't expect to show up now.

Looking at him like this, he must have heard the conversation between me and the Dragon King. It would be better to ask this poor man how to comprehend his destiny. It seems that this boy also has an extraordinary status.

"My name is Shan Qian, the sixth son of the Dragon Emperor." The boy who called himself Shan Qian replied: "I definitely know how to comprehend it. I also have a copy."

When he said this, I immediately became interested. I quickly waved to him to come over, but Shan Qian was not polite to me and walked over.

After he sat down on the stool, I handed him a cup of tea in a very stupid way.

Shan Qian was very satisfied with my performance and looked like he was enjoying it.

"Yesterday I heard that Gao Changgong was back. I thought he was cheating again, but I didn't expect that this time it was true." Shan Qian looked at me and said.

I smiled and let him watch it to his heart's content.

"Hey, that prince, can you please give me some advice? I really can't do anything with this blank natal book." I asked the other party very familiarly.

Shan Qian patted his chest confidently and said, "You just need to put it against your forehead and inject a little of your own demonic power into it."

Well, the corners of my mouth twitched.

"Brother, I am a mortal, where do I get my demon power?" I tilted my head.

When I said this, Shan Qian was immediately embarrassed. She scratched her long hair as if to cover it up, and muttered: "Then I can't help it. Anyway, you can't destroy this life book, otherwise you will follow suit."

disappeared together."

I lowered my head and looked at the benmingbo. It turned out to be like this. No wonder this kid was so nervous when he saw that I was going to have a fever.

"Alas." I sighed and buried my face in my life book: "What should I do now?"

"Tsk, Gao Changgong is obviously so powerful, why do you think you are such a weakling?" Shan Qian supported his head on his arms and stared at me while making remarks.

I was too lazy to pay attention to him and continued to immerse myself in the book and think hard.

"Hey, that's right." After a long while, Shan Qian suddenly shouted.

I turned to look at him, and he pointed at my life book and said repeatedly: "You can try it with your blood and see if the life book responds."

ha?

I looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Shan Qian explained: "When the Ben Ming Bo was first formed, it was instilled with the heart blood of its owner. So if you want to resonate with the Ben Ming Bo, you can try instilling the heart blood again."

I hammered my palm lightly, and after half a year of doing it, I still found this method.

With that said, I took out my pocket knife and wanted to cut my finger, but Shan Qian stopped me.

He opened his life book to the first page, and then said: "Heart bleeding, as the name suggests. It is the first drop of blood that comes out of your chest. Don't cut it blindly."

"Oh," I nodded, pulled open the clothes on my chest, and exposed my chest.

After gently pricking the chest with the tip of the knife, blood came out.

Shan Qian didn't care about my feelings. He took the life book and put it directly on it. The snap was very crisp.

But I throbbed in pain, and there was a slight wound on my chest. It was extremely painful when I touched it.

I pressed the wound gently and looked at the Benmingbo on the table that was stained with my heart's blood. "It doesn't work. Why doesn't it react at all?"

"Well, this" Shan Qian was at a loss for words. He hesitated for a long time and couldn't come up with a reason.

Until the end, he suddenly burst out: "Ah, I understand. You are definitely not Gao Changgong, you are lying to my father."

"Climb, crawl, crawl, go wherever you can to cool down." I pushed Shan Qian out. This kid has enough imagination.

I locked the door panel from the inside and lay down on the bed with my life book in hand. After flipping through a few pages, I felt sleepy.

After my eyelids trembled for a while, I closed them and fell asleep.

This dream made me a little surprised. In this dream, I dreamed of a palace. The palace was very noisy, and both the palace maids and the eunuchs were running around in a hurry.

With a loud cry, I understood.

I myself have resonated with Ben Mingbo, and the memories of King Lanling have begun to be narrated in my mind. One scene after another changes in front of me, just like watching a historical movie.

In 541 AD, Prince Lanling Gao Changgong was born. He was the third son of Emperor Sejong Wenxiang. Unfortunately, the princess who gave birth to him died of a hemorrhage.

Because he was a prince, Gao Changgong received the best education since he was a child. He was a pillar of the country with his literary skills and military skills. After reaching the age of Zhixue, he stood out among the princes.

But because he was the third son, and he himself had no desire to compete for the throne. So after studying, he asked the emperor for orders, and followed the founding general and others to the border and other places to suppress the rampant invasion.

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Gradually, Gao Changgong established a high prestige in the military camp.

But as people in the army found out about it, the matter that was already bothering him became even more magnified.

According to contemporary people's aesthetics, Gao Changgong is undoubtedly a handsome guy.

But in the ancient Northern Qi Dynasty, the only criterion for measuring men was strength.

Therefore, contemporary people can never understand how unhappy Gao Changgong, who had a handsome face, lived in the Northern Qi Dynasty. Before the great victory of Mangshan, whenever people mentioned him, they would often say with a mocking tone: "Look, then

He is the third son of Emperor Wenxiang, and he looks like a big girl."

This is a shame for Gao Changgong - because he is Gao Cheng's son, and the blood of the Xianbei people flows in his body. He can face death calmly, but he will never tolerate others' ridicule of him.

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