early morning.
The rain in the Imperial Capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty has stopped, and the air is extremely fresh. The magnificent Imperial Capital, which stretches for hundreds of miles, has regained its strong vitality amidst the sound of bells and drums announcing the dawn.
The ministers and officials were busy in the morning, the merchants and wealthy guests were busy doing business, and the ordinary people were busy with their activities. There were also the scholars who were preparing to attend the Spring Festival, but had just come out of the brothel, and gathered together to have breakfast and chat a few words. Crooked poetry.
But in the majestic and majestic palace, Baji Palace, which is inaccessible to tens of millions of officials and people and protected by 70,000 imperial guards, the atmosphere in the Baji Palace is a bit tense at the moment.
In the huge palace, fifty-nine maids and one hundred and three eunuchs, led by the queen mother, queen, princess, prince, prince, and prince, who came to pay their respects, were waiting quietly.
This can be called the most powerful and luxurious greeting line-up in the Great Zhou Empire, just waiting for His Majesty the Holy Ancestor Emperor and the Empress Dowager to get up.
The question is, did the old couple have sex last night? What things need to be prepared?
In the sleeping hall.
On the huge dragon bed.
Xin Zhuo closed his eyes tightly, and the terrifying original aura was looming.
On the side, Murong Yunxi was only wearing a belly wrap, lying on the side, her crystal-clear back was like a piece of jade, she tilted her head, her handsome face was red, with a hint of secret joy, and then she pursed her lips. , snickering non-stop.
Xin Zhuo opened his eyes.
Murong Yunxi moved over, rested her chin with her left hand, and drew circles on Xin Zhuo's chest with her right hand: "Xin, I finally got you, hum!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Xin Zhuo stretched out a finger and waved lightly, and she floated in the air.
"What did you get?" Xin Zhuo's eyes were slightly cold.
Murong Yunxi didn't take it seriously at all, pointed at her red mouth, and then made some strange gestures.
Xin Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief and put her down.
Murong Yunxi was shirtless and landed on the ground with a vigorous somersault. Her legs, which were not too long, jumped to the dragon bed. She blinked and said, "It smelled so good last night?"
As he spoke, he approached shamelessly, closed his eyes, and pouted his red mouth: "..."
"roll!"
Xin Zhuo scolded.
Murong Yunxi wrinkled her nose and quickly put on her robe. Then she assumed the airs of the Grand Empress Dowager and shouted outside coldly and seriously: "Come here, please help His Majesty the Saint Ancestor to change!"
"Crunch——"
The door of the palace was pushed open by San Jingzi, and a dense but orderly crowd of palace maids and eunuchs lowered their heads and entered carrying things for washing, wiping, and changing clothes.
Xin Zhuo wanted to refuse, but he also wanted to experience the treatment of an emperor in this damn feudal society, so he had to stand up and stretch out his arms.
Under the service of well-trained maids and eunuchs, she quickly took on a new look. Not only was she majestic and elegant, but she was also clean, handsome and free.
"Your Majesty, will you have breakfast or meet the Queen Mother, Queen, Princes and Princesses?" Sanjingzi asked in a low voice.
Murong Yunxi on the side said softly: "Your Majesty, why don't you have breakfast together with their greetings? It will save trouble."
Xin Zhuo nodded.
After a while, all kinds of exquisite snacks came in one after another.
After Xin Zhuo and Murong Yunxi were seated, the Queen Mother, who was in her sixties and had gray hair on her temples; the graceful and generous Queen Mother; five princes and couples, princes, princes, and princesses entered respectfully.
The old queen mother should kneel down first and say: "My dear daughter-in-law, I wish my father the emperor and my mother the best!"
Then the empress knelt down and said: "My grandson-in-law greets the emperor's grandfather and the emperor's grandmother!"
What followed was a series of kneels and greetings.
Xin Zhuo watched silently and felt that it was extremely absurd. These top nobles of the feudal dynasty were all kneeling at their feet. The ancestral title was really hard to accept in his heart.
The encounters in life are really touching.
On the other hand, Murong Yunxi blinked and said regretfully: "It would be great if they were all biological!"
Xin Zhuo glanced at him and quickly lowered his head.
Xin Zhuo then said: "Get up!"
"Thank you for your father/grandfather/great-grandfather..."
A group of people stood up and stood with their heads bowed respectfully, not daring to leave without orders.
Xin Zhuo ate a hibiscus meat bun and said, "When did Ji Yu get married? Why are the children and grandchildren so old?"
This was a strange question, and no one dared to answer it casually.
Murong Yunxi smiled and said: "In the first year of Dazhong, that is, the year after Ji Yu was kidnapped and returned from Fulong Mountain, she got married. When she was fourteen, the Queen Mother was seventeen, and her eldest son was born. Emperor Ji Yong.
Ji Yu is sixty-three years old this year, and the emperor is forty-nine this year. The emperor was married at the age of fourteen in the fourth year of Chengxiang. His eldest son was Ji Kang, who was the prince in front of him at the age of fifteen. He was thirty-four years old this year. The prince got married at the age of fifteen and gave birth to a son at the age of sixteen. The prince's eldest son, Wang Jize of Pingyang I am eighteen years old this year, I got married when I was fifteen, and my son is two years old!
In other words, Your Majesty is now a great-great-grandfather and has a great-great-grandson! "
Xin Zhuo continued to eat a few mouthfuls of breakfast before saying, "I understand, please leave!"
The old queen mother, queen, prince, and prince were relieved, respectfully exited the palace, and turned around to leave.
Murong Yunxi dismissed a group of eunuchs and maids from Sanjingzi and asked: "You personally sent Ji Yu to the throne. You regard him as your son. Why did you come back and find no way to see him? You know what I mean, he is talking to A group of old immortals are cultivating immortality."
Xin Zhuo waved his sleeves: "No hurry!"
"Not in a hurry?" Murong Yunxi was confused and looked him up and down: "What state are you in now? Do you know that those old immortals have evil intentions and have deep backgrounds, and they don't know what they want to do with Ji Yu.
The masters of the four sects of Tianji, Taiping, Shenyin, and Honghua are all entrenched in the imperial capital and are preparing to escort him. A few days ago, the old prince Su Wuji risked his life to pay an audience, but he suddenly fell seriously ill?
They were afraid that Ji Yu would be bewitched by those old immortals and do something outrageous. Even if I try to persuade Ji Yu these days, he won't listen! "
Xin Zhuo asked: "So, what are they doing?"
Murong Yunxi shook his head: "I don't know!"
Xin Zhuo nodded at the long table and said, "Where are the masters of the four sects and Su Wuji now?"
"Su Wuji's Nanli Palace."
…
King Nanli is an old king with different surnames in the Seven Dynasties, which can be traced back to the time of Zhou Xuanzong. During that time, Emperor Zhou Yang and the current Emperor Shengzu were collectively known as "Nanli and Western Qin".
The old prince is already one hundred and twenty years old. He has assisted the Supreme Emperor and the current emperor for decades. He is getting stronger and stronger with age. However, he suddenly fell ill a few days ago and has been bedridden for a long time.
Nanli Palace is located in Qinglanfang.
At noon, many martial arts masters faintly shot in quickly, creating a ripple of martial arts. The guards in front of the gate seemed to be familiar, watching their eyes, nose, and mind.
Until, a young man stood in front of the gate, looking into the courtyard with his hands behind his back.
"Prince Nanli's Mansion, no idlers are allowed to enter!"
The sixteen guards' eyes widened, their spears held horizontally, and they stared angrily.
Xin Zhuo turned a deaf ear and just looked at the mansion silently. This was Su Miaojin's home in the imperial capital.
I wonder if her name is still Su Miaojin? What is your identity again?
"Boy, can't you get in?"
Suddenly a cold voice came from behind, with a hint of domineering and disdain, "If you know how to use martial arts, you can break in and destroy those cowards!"
(End of chapter)
