After putting on his clothes and finishing his breakfast, Xia Yuan walked into the courtyard and lay down in the octagonal pavilion next to the pool.
The sunshine in early spring was not dazzling, but he felt a little dazzled, partly because of the consumption of the treasure book of time, and partly because the memories of the two lives were still entangled and not yet harmonious.
Hanyue's palm came out at the right time, rounding up the spirit and dispersing the memory.
Xia Yuan put his arms on her legs and hugged her waist. Uneasiness often comes from loneliness. Now, the loneliness is gone.
He half-squinted his eyes, recalling the information from this life.
The Daning Dynasty is one of the most powerful countries in the eastern part of the Xuntian Continent. It has been passed down for thousands of years. The current emperor is Xia Yuan's biological father. This is nonsense. The current queen is not his biological mother. His biological mother is Concubine Shu, one of the noble concubines.
As a fairy world, of course there is a method to control one's own fertility. As the controller of a dynasty, Emperor Ning certainly needs and will use this method.
After Emperor Ning gave birth to seven sons and five daughters, he no longer had any more children.
Xia Yuan is not the youngest child, but the youngest prince.
The youngest son is often favored, and this is no exception in the emperor's family.
Concubine Shu and the empress were close friends. There were many marriages between the two families, and they were both prosperous. They had already put everything on the prince born to the empress, and had no expectations for the seventh prince Xia Yuan.
They smiled sternly and spoke sternly towards the prince. They wanted to split open the prince's head, stuff all the classics in the Wenyuan Pavilion and all the techniques in the Hidden Sword Pavilion into it, and then sew it up with needles and threads.
They treated Xia Yuan with kindness, tolerance and indulgence. homework? What kind of lessons are you doing? Come and see from a distance. Is this trap horse fun? Too tired to practice? Then I won’t practice it anymore, I will be driven by experts in the future.
I still remember when I was a child, Xia Yuan went to play in the queen's palace, and the prince was leaning on the desk to practice calligraphy. He just looked at him and lost his mind, and the queen hit him on the head hard.
The grievance and resentment on the prince's face still remain in Xia Yuan's mind, and he feels happy every time he thinks about it.
Today is no exception.
Now, the prince moved out of the palace early, married the princess, and had a little daughter.
In the future, the prince would have two daughters and two sons...but they all died in that turmoil.
Pictures of blood and rain flashed before Xia Yuan's eyes, and confusion and sorrow flowed into his body along the rain.
"Good luck, Your Highness."
A sharp sound pierced Xia Yuan's dream. He retracted his arm resting on Han Yue's leg and covered his clenched fists with his sleeves.
The person who came was a tribute from the royal palace. Half a year ago, he was named King of Chu and got this royal palace.
He stood up from the recliner, helped the kneeling old woman up, and led her into the study.
Thin, old, and fierce, this was his first impression of the old woman.
The thinness comes from the old man's skeletal face and palms, the old age comes from the old man's loose skin and wrinkles on his face, and the old man's eagle-like eyes.
The old man was the maid in charge of punishment in the palace. When Xia Yuan left the palace, Concubine Shu was worried about the gentle and undisciplined prince and asked the old man to follow Xia Yuan.
The old man has stepped into the Cave Mysterious Realm with one foot. Even in the palace, he can be called a master.
The levels of cultivation in this world are mainly divided into two realms. The former realms of nourishing qi, transforming mortals, picking clouds, and holding elixirs are called the lower realms, and the latter realms of Dongxuan, Nirvana, Jingshen, and Zifu are called the upper realms.
In the game, each realm contains 10 experience levels. These eight realms are the entire content of the first major version.
Yan Lengqiu, Queen of Evernight, is the top BOSS at level 80 in the Purple Mansion Realm.
Ten years later, when she led the rebel army to conquer Yongning City, she had not yet completed her cultivation and had only reached the Jingshen realm.
Now, she was so weak that she couldn't even control her own destiny and was sold into slavery.
Xia Yuan called the old woman over just because of Yan Lengqiu.
"Mother Rong, I would like to ask you to find someone."
Seeing Han Yue close the study door, Xia Yuan went straight in.
"Who is it? Did you offend His Highness?" A fierce light flashed in Aunt Rong's eyes, and the sparrows playing by the window suddenly stirred and fled towards the sky.
Xia Yuan was also shocked.
It turns out that Grandma Rong has calmed down her fierce look just now. It turns out that the description of the Dongxuan realm in the game is true - Dongxuan can incite its own emotions to influence others.
Seeing the impact on the surrounding area, Grandma Rong quickly calmed down.
She added: "Don't worry, Your Highness, I will definitely take him and skin him and fill him with grass. He will not be reincarnated!"
The sun's disk hangs in the sky, and its light spreads all around. However, there is a cold, damp and cold air around Aunt Rong's body.
"It's not an enemy." Xia Yuan smiled bitterly. Aunt Rong was obviously an orthodox practitioner who had been in the palace, but she was more like a demon cultivator than a demon cultivator.
When Xia Yuan thought that her famous weapon was the flying needle, Xia Yuan felt that her painting style was even more strange.
In movies and TV shows, with her appearance and temperament, Grandma Rong is at least quite a villain.
Xia Yuan has already thought of her exclusive plot. The heroine was accidentally caught and fell into the hands of Aunt Rong. She was pricked by silver needles until she was paralyzed, dripping with sweat, her eyes were dull, her mouth was drooling...etc., something seemed wrong.
In short, Grandma Rong gave people such a terrifying feeling.
When she was a child, Concubine Shu often used Aunt Rong to scare Xia Yuan, and she told vivid stories about cannibalism and lighting sky lanterns.
In the six months since Xia Yuan left the palace, he had been safe and sound. He did not eat Han Yue and many maids, and did not go out to the land of flowers and willows. He only relied on the intimidation of Aunt Rong.
In future memories, it was not until a year later that he came out of the shadows and understood that Grandma Rong was just fierce in appearance, but in fact, she was even more vicious in her heart.
If ordinary people are 70% good and 30% evil, then Grandma Rong is 10% good and 90% evil.
Nine points of evil were left to Xia Yuan's enemies, and only one point of good was left unreservedly to Xia Yuan's mother and son.
Aunt Rong was Concubine Shu's nanny. She watched Concubine Shu grow up with her own eyes, and she also watched Xia Yuan grow up.
Ten years later, Xia Yuan encountered an assassination on a rainy night. Aunt Rong sacrificed her life to save him, but she also died of serious injuries.
Thinking of this, Xia Yuan's eyes became closer, and the fear left in him disappeared.
"With grandma here, who dares to offend me?" Xia Yuan said.
Aunt Rong's already straight waist became even straighter. As a domestic slave, what better compliment could there be than this sentence?
A smile briefly appeared on her face, then quickly faded away.
"I heard that the Prince of Zhennan was disobedient and disrespected His Highness." She looked fiercely, "The King of Zhennan is powerful, so I'm afraid His Majesty will blame His Highness if he touches that little beast. But I got a disease a few years ago. Although the power of the Sect's Weariness Technique is not very powerful, it can be used without anyone noticing, and it can vent your anger on His Highness!"
King of Zhennan. Xia Yuan narrowed his eyes. In the future, King Zhennan will be responsible for the destruction of Daning.
He also thought about Zeng Zishi, the eldest son of King Zhennan, who ended up worse than him. After King Zhennan rebelled, Emperor Ning beheaded Zeng Zishi and gave it to King Zhennan.
Zeng Zishi was also a playboy, and he and the Seventh Prince disliked each other. They had several small and medium-sized fights over playthings, and each had his own victory or defeat.
Xia Yuan shook his head: "The art of hating victory deviates from the right path, and if someone cracks it, it will backfire on you. The children of the Zeng family are not worthy of the danger of grandma."
After hearing the first sentence, Aunt Rong thought in her heart. When Xia Yuan finished speaking, she learned that the prince was worried about her, and she burst into tears with gratitude. However, she was so moved that now she had a weird look on her face, showing a smile but not a smile.
"I wonder how powerful the victory-weary technique is?" Xia Yuan didn't want to use it, he was just curious.
The game also has the art of being tired of winning. Because it is too weird and can easily cause bugs or destroy the game balance and affect the game experience, it can only be used in plot missions.
"This old slave has only seen others use it once. It can cause miscarriage in pregnant women. I think if it is used on men, it can also cause chest and abdominal cramps."
Aunt Rong burst into laughter and lowered her voice: "Your Highness will be out in the world in the future, and there will be some dragon-thiefs who don't know how to live or die. If they cause trouble, you can ask this slave to share your worries."
Xia Yuan: "...?"
