Chapter 4 Beauty

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Xia Yan turned Xiao Yuan into a butterfly and put it in his sleeve, heading to Netherworld Mansion.

Lord Youming was writing a book, and when he saw him coming, a drop of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Putting away his bitter expression, he went up to meet him and said, "Many people in the Six Realms have known about Your Majesty's search for knowledge. But Gu Jinfeng committed suicide, so..."

"So the wisdom shouldn't be here," he said humbly, cupping his hands. "I hope your Majesty will show you your noble hand and don't break up his soul."

"That's right," Xia Yan sneered, "When he was boiling the medicine, I didn't realize it was poison, so I accidentally let him drink it."

"Mortal objects are not worth pondering." Lord Netherworld flattered, "Forgive me for being ignorant, Your Majesty came here this time because..."

"I want to see how he dies next time," Xia Yan said, "Make plans early."

Lord Netherworld shook his head: "The reincarnation of heaven has its own fate, and I really don't know it!"

"It's easy, don't bother," Xia Yan raised his hand, "When he enters reincarnation again and is born, I will take his place and ensure that he sleeps peacefully. I will come out to take his soul before he dies."

Lord Netherworld quickly waved his hand and said: "Your cultivation is too high, I'm afraid your mortal body won't be able to bear it."

"I'll just seal some." He said.

The realm of reincarnation flashed, and he walked in with the butterfly in his sleeve.

Lord Netherworld quickly wrote in the book of life and death. The Demon Lord must have his own plans for this trip, but the one in his sleeve needs to be reincarnated, so he naturally wants a very smooth life. Otherwise, in another hundred years at most, I might be dead.

"Eh? By the way," Lord Netherworld stopped writing, suddenly wondering, "Is the best life in the world a princess? Is it an emperor?"

Hibiscus is not as beautiful as beauty makeup.

My beauty is a petulant flower.

But somehow, I just want to rely on her.

I often think that if one day I don't become the emperor, my only wish is to join hands with her and travel around the world.

From the court to the Jianghu, everyone said privately that I was not smart enough to be an emperor, but my mother's family happened to need an obedient puppet.

The day I overheard their discussion, I hid behind the Chaoyang Palace and cried secretly.

When I noticed the footsteps getting closer, I quickly wiped away my tears and shouted, "Stop."

The visitor was stunned for a moment, but did not listen to my words and continued to approach.

"Bold! Don't you even listen to what I say? Now I'll let you be..."

The skillful use of power is my innate ability. I am the supreme and unique in the world.

"Try screaming again?" She knelt down, held my face, and smiled mischievously.

I looked up, and a gorgeous face stood in front of me.

My Taifu once taught me many poems describing beauty: as bright as the sun rising as the morning glow, as bright as the flowers emerging from Lubo; the clouds think of the clothes and the flowers think of the face; the spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew is thick; looking back, I smile with all the beauty, the six palaces of pink and white are colorless... ·

But in fact, there are only eight words that can sum up that moment - unprecedented and unprecedented.

Build a palace with gold and hide her? Or carve a jadeite platform to show off her beauty?

I thought rigorously about the feasibility of both, and forgot about punishing her.

That’s all. If she had any of the following offensive opinions on her appearance, she would have put me to death.

"You still want to show off to me?" She took out a handkerchief to wipe my face and asked, "Who bullied you? I'll bully you right away."

She is dressed as a palace maid, so she won't be bullied by others. I shook my head.

Most of the time, the closer one is to the core power, the more powerful the person becomes, and it is normal to downtrodden the inferior and support the superior.

I am the emperor. At that moment, I thought, in this palace with clouds and waves, I should take good care of her.

In fact, the number of concubines in my harem is not small.

It's not that I'm greedy for beauty, but that my mother forced them to join in order to win over all parties and appease the subjects.

Maybe it's because I'm really stupid and can't do anything half-heartedly, so I have been adhering to the belief that "weak water is worth three thousand, only take one scoop" since I was a child.

After meeting a beautiful woman, this belief became the only sun in my heart.

She is my auspicious sign and always brings me good luck when she appears.

When I was sick, the medicine the imperial doctor gave me was bitter and unpleasant, but when she came to feed me, the medicine became sweet;

The lotus flowers in Taiye Pond were far away from the shore. Neither I nor the accompanying eunuchs dared to pick them. When she came to clean the palace, she just brought back the bouquet of fragrance that I dreamed of;

When I was put in solitary confinement for doing something wrong, she would lie on the window lattice and bring me a lot of delicious food, all of which I loved;

What is even more unbelievable is that there was a flood in Xiangcheng. The river broke down the dikes and flooded people's houses and thousands of acres of farmland. Officials from various ministries were quarreling over this matter.

I was in a dilemma, frowning, and had trouble sleeping and eating for several days. She asked me why, and I couldn't reveal it, but out of unfounded trust, I told her anyway.

After a few days, the memorial was submitted, Xiangcheng's embankment was repaired, the houses and farmland were restored, and the floods were relieved. And this did not cost a single corvee or a penny.

She is definitely not a mortal.

As an example, I took a bath and fasted, led thousands of people, walked dozens of miles to the ancestral hall to offer sacrifices, put animals into ritual vessels, and prayed to my ancestors and gods for good weather and a safe life for the people.

My sincerity must have moved God, so she came.