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In the palace, the lights are brightly lit.

We all know that Qing Xigong is still waiting for Shijun, who has gone out, to return to the palace, and Dezhang is in front of him to give medicine, and persuades him to go to bed early, but it still doesn't help.

Fortunately, Shijun came back safely, otherwise Duke Qing Xi's body might collapse.

Mr. Qing Xi supported the desk and stood up, walked down with his support, stared at Zisang's neck for a while, and laughed: "It's fate."

"Zi Sang also told those people the same way."

Three boats loaded with fireworks and sharp arrows were slaughtered in cold water, and young master Sang survived.

Three arrows volleyed in the air and took the head of the face, hunting in the autumn night, and Young Master Sang survived.

But it's fate.

After succeeding Dezhang, Zisang helped Duke Qingxi back to the couch: "You have a long life, and I have a long life. You, continue to live a long life, and I, by Your good luck, continue to grow up."

Since everyone likes to play these boring games so much, then she can just make do with it, otherwise these boring people will be too bullying.

Duke Qing Xi laughed: "That makes sense."

Hearing Zhou Zai tell some things about that time, and presenting the arrow engraved with Qi Jie's name, the smile on Qing Xi's face slowly disappeared.

"You are quite thoughtful, but when this matter comes to court, Zhong Lang will still bring up a group of people."

"Then let's mention it, just say that these two arrows were given to Shijun, and they were burned in the firewood room for fun. Even if there is nowhere to investigate, if you want to be held accountable, then leave this matter to your wayward grandson It will be fine."

So I laughed again, sometimes cynicism is indeed a good way, and it is helpless to teach those who always take advantage of the loopholes in the law.

Looking at Zisang's armor again, he also stroked his beard: "This outfit is good. I heard that when you shoot a bow and arrow today, you can hit the heart of the ring with one arrow, which is better than the widows."

"Coincidentally, if one arrow misses, those people will definitely ask me to shoot again."

"Gong Qijie was injured, and Fang Zhonghou will definitely have another private fight with Lieutenant General Lang because of this incident."

As Zhou Zai said, his face was still serious: "Although the name of the arrow is not engraved on it, everyone would think that it is Zhonglang's job."

Zisang thought about it, if she had been hit by an arrow at that time, those people would have come up and pulled the arrow from her face.

When those people saw the word "Qijie" on the arrow, they immediately asked people to take Fang Zhonghou and the others, just curious that Jie was not because he was a rebel, so he got his name.

"Actually, Grandpa Wang originally preferred to give the throne to Fang Zhonghou?" If she hadn't won her son, Duke Qing Xi probably wouldn't need to hesitate, no matter how unwilling he was, he could only do so.

Unexpectedly, she was still alive and was found in the palace.

Qing Xigong patted the desk slightly, his eyes turned into the air, as if he was looking at his ancestors: "Although Fang Zhonghou is not helpful, he only cares about the power in front of him, but he is more or less a close relative of my royal family, and he may be able to control all the people in the world. square."

If you rely heavily on Zhonglang's distant bloodline, there will be more dissatisfied people in the world. The fear is not that you will not be able to see people, but that there will be too many dissatisfied people, and there will be no peace in the country.

What's more, the world is now in a state of four kingdoms. The Nanliang Kingdom is powerful and has been in power for many years. Once there is civil strife, the foundation is afraid that the foundation will collapse.

Zisang shook Duke Qing Xi's hand, moved his mouth a little, but still didn't ask, swallowed back the words in his heart, and said with a smile: "Don't think about it, sleep well and discuss it tomorrow."

After retreating like this, he looked at the silent palace walls all around, and then at the faintly bustling places in Baibi City in the distance.

He stroked Daxue's neck lightly, and said as he walked, "If I really deserve the position above the tens of millions, will I be able to keep it peaceful?"

Zhou Zai still stayed in front of the king, and said in a deep voice, "Actually, Shijun does have its own merits."

"Well, it's much better than when we first met."

Wang asked Zhou Zai: "Can you rely on it?"

"It's just too wild. I don't take my own life and death seriously, and I probably can't sympathize with the suffering of the people."

For example, when the arrow came today, seeing that it was impossible to avoid it, he simply smiled at the little medical officer, not thinking that he was going to die at all.

"Chaozhong is staring at her a lot now, and I'm afraid the widows are powerless to help her." Given the current situation, it is already difficult to keep such a granddaughter alive.

"Zhou Zai will give up his life to protect Shijun, and keep my Nanliang Zhengmai alive."

"It's good if you have this heart."

I hope it can be so, the emperor's residence is high and dangerous.

Under the busy work of the palace people, Zisang finally got rid of the heavy armor all over his body, and it was very strange to see the white satin wrapped around his neck in front of the mirror.

Only then did Ji Bai ask, "That little medical officer, I think about it, I seem to have seen him that year too, the one in the blue boy's uniform."

Unexpectedly, when we met again, Yi was dressed in blue.

It's just that the one who is only seven or eight years old, wears blue children's clothes, and always pretends to be a young adult. This year, he looks like a child in the [-]th or [-]th year, but he always talks like a child, softly and smiling.

"That's it, we met her together and ate what she gave."

At that time, when Bai Yunmo saw that they were leaving, she would burst into tears.

She said, what should you do if you leave after eating my food and leave me alone here alone.

Now that she has grown up, she only realized after seeing the world that Bai Yunmo's tone of voice was learned from that brothel.

Zisang reached out and took the Wang Yijian on the case, pulled it out and looked again.

This unkillable sword is known as the sword of the royal family. After all, Duke Qing Xi let it fall into her hands, whether to accept it or not.

Jibai coaxed Daxue to fall asleep, and then came to serve Zisang with refreshments, and talked to her: "I heard everyone say that the king originally wanted you to sit on the throne, but after seeing you, he always wants you to sit on the throne." If you are idle, there are many voices of opposition from the government, so I will not mention it. But I read the books you read every day, and you actually want to be a king, right?"

"If I do it for you, will you do it?"

Zisang put the sword of Wang Yu with no blood groove on Rubai's shoulder, and Jibai's beardless white face convulsed for a moment in fright: "I, I am an eunuch."

"What if you're not a eunuch?"

"I'm just a pariah, too."

"What if you're not a pariah?"

"Then what can I be?"

"If you were me instead."

"Then I will definitely be king."

Only then did Zisang put away the sword and put it into the sword case: "Why do you want to be a king?"

"Being a king is no longer a pariah. You want what you want, and there are so many people serving you. No one dares to bully you anymore. Isn't that great?"

In Jibai's view, it is a good thing not to be bullied, not sold, not starved, not beaten, and having someone to serve him.

No matter how big the official is, there are people who bully him. Only when he becomes a king can he not have to suffer.

After thinking about it, Zisang nodded, "You're right."

Only in her life, she is used to the uncontroversial life of farming and hunting in the mountains, she is the only one who bullies the wild animals in the mountains, and everything else is a simple person.

But it's not that you can sit back and relax on the throne, it's full of daggers with eyeballs, staring at you, and stabbing you if you show a flaw.

She can't see all these troubles, and she can't protect her worthless heart.

At this time, Fu An came in with the clothes he had seen so often, with a happy expression on his face; "This is the court dress that was made earlier."

Flipping through it, it was the same white official robe embroidered with orchid butterflies, on which was a belt wrapped in gold and red, decorated with many small pieces of square jade.

The other one supports a light golden golden silk crown of wing fans, the upper part is smaller, the lower part is rounder, and the rear part is slightly inclined and vertically exhibits short wings two inches smaller on both sides.

This outfit is equivalent to His Royal Highness's clothing.

Fu Anxi said: "The king passed down the words, let Shijun participate in the court meeting tomorrow."

In fact, Wang had this idea long ago, but later saw that Zisang was picking it lightly, so he ignored it.

This time, after returning from hunting, the king looked sideways at Zisang again, or it would be better to let this little girl go to the court to see the world.

After leaving the wine, I can't let go of my temper, so I always have to find things out by myself. Zisang picked up the hat and put it on his head.

For a moment his face was bright, Jibai snorted, and he said: "When I first entered the palace, there was a woman cleaning in the ancestral temple, who seemed to have the same outfit."

Fu'an next to him cleared his throat: "That's Yijin, the seventh generation female monarch of Nanliang."

He gave Ji Bai a blank look, as if he didn't know much.

Looking at the side of the crown and hat, there is also a jade long wat, holding it in the hand, the jade is cool and heavy.

So he opened his mouth and asked Fu'an: "What kind of female monarch is Gongyijin?"

Before Fuan opened, he also thought that Shijun was such a woman who didn't understand anything, but after staying with Shijun for a long time, he saw that she was transparent in everything, and he copied three chapters of national history every day, so he could talk about it casually.

This time, he was a little timid to let him play with an ax in a small class of eunuchs, but when asked, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and said: "Gongyijin, the seventh generation of Nanliang monarch, a peerless woman, good at governing, reigning for thirty years. In another three years, benevolent rituals were promoted, the new women's rule was established, and it was the first time for women to become officials and officials. At that time, many women were engaged in literature and business, and the grand occasion was unprecedented.

Wearing a golden silk coiled winged fan crown, holding a bronze king's sword in his hand, and wearing a single suit, with a smile on his face, he asked like this: "I am better than Gongyi Hibiscus?"

"Pete, bee."

"lie."

She put the crown back to its original place: "Then go and see tomorrow, the king of thousands of people will say something in the court."

Such a good story in the history of the Jinkang Reign, she is such a person in the cloud, she doesn't dare to think about it.

When she fell asleep today, for some reason, she dreamed of the Buddha whom she hadn't seen for a long time. She didn't want to kneel down, but just stood there in the dream.

Hearingly asked her: "Are you moved?"

"It seems a little bit, I want to stand on a high place and see what it's like."

If you don't stand up, you will never know what is there, or you will always be greedy.