Starting from the Valkyrie, pushing across the ages

Chapter 92 Disturbed mind, a small foreign country
Hearing the sound transmission in the talisman, Shen Qing's eyes narrowed slightly, and he drew the saber from the spirit ring.

boom!
The light of the knife passed vertically and horizontally, and the altar was reduced to ashes with the flick of a finger.

Naturally, it was impossible to go to the outer space, and she had no problem with her mind, so she was rushing to die.

There was meaning in what he said just now, but who knows whether what he said is true or not.

What's more, there is only one reason why this person sent a message from the spirit array instead of coming in person. He couldn't come, or for some reason, he couldn't come in person. There is no second possibility.

But just in case, Shen Qing still destroyed this teleportation spirit array, so as not to attract uncontrollable enemies, this is not unnecessary caution.

If a Great Cultivator from the Divine Hidden Realm came, or even more terrifying, even the star under her feet would become a plaything in her palm at the flick of her fingers.

Facing that kind of powerful existence, even the sundial cannot save her. The only difference may be that it has an extra unbreakable attribute.

Shen Qing won't have unnecessary curiosity. In this era, she only has five years left, so it's best to keep to herself.

"what happened?"

There were so many people, Zhao Yu hurried over after leaving the court meeting, looking at the knife marks on the ground, a little puzzled.

"It's nothing."

Shen Qing pondered for a while, shook her head with a smile, there is no need for Zhao Yu to know too much, and it will add unnecessary troubles.

"I'll go to the Buddhist scripture pavilion, and when I get back to the government affairs, don't forget to practice."

After regaining consciousness, Shen Qing gave a few words of advice, and then rushed to the Sutra Pavilion in the palace.

"understood."

Zhao Yu responded in a muffled voice, looking at Shen Qing's back, with his hands behind him constantly entangled and torn on the dragon robe, she could vaguely feel that Shen Qing was hiding something from her, and she felt a little inexplicably irritated.

Shen Qing will not harm her, the only possibility is that it is useless for her to know about it.

After all, her strength is too weak, without Shen Qing, she can't do anything.

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Although most of the treasures in the palace, such as spirit stones, had been swept away by people, some remained.

This Sutra Pavilion is one of them. Although a lot of books were torn up in the successive battles, there are still many precious classics, including some martial arts scriptures.

Shen Qing came here to see if he could find some clues about the person who claimed to be Yang Han.

"See Captain."

In front of the newly renovated Sutra Pavilion, the guards at the gate bowed to salute.

Without squinting, Shen Qing stepped straight across the threshold, and there were already three figures waiting behind the door, all of whom were great martial arts masters in the world, saluting respectfully together.

"See Captain."

Now the world is stable and there is no chaos. Some martial arts great masters have already settled in the capital. In this Sutra Pavilion, three martial arts great masters live here and study martial arts here.

"Call out the information on the past monarchs of Daxia, and bring me all the classics about the royal family."

Shen Qing gave an order to sit down after the case. She had never thought of doing this matter. If it wasn't for today's accident, she might not have come to this scripture pavilion.

After killing Yang Zongxian, not only Zhao Yu was slack, but even she was a little relaxed, and never thought about going back to the past.

After a cup of tea, more than ten classics were placed in front of Shen Qing.

As the sun set and the moon rose, it wasn't until nearly midnight that Shen Qing finished reading all the classics, raised his head, stretched his waist, and let out a long sigh of relief.

For more than [-] years, these short words, no matter how many omissions or brief records are made, the amount of information is astonishing.

But fortunately, it wasn't all fruitless, Shen Qing finally got a little understanding of the lineage of Yang's lineage.

That man named Yang Han, Shen Qing originally thought that he was the founding ancestor of Da Xia, but in fact he was not.

Yang Han was the prince of Emperor Jiayuan more than four hundred years ago.

More than 430 years ago, Emperor Jiayuan used a method not far from that of Yang Zongxian to kill several old ghosts in the Gangsha Realm, and helped Yang Han enter the Gangsha Realm with his blood essence.

Not long after stepping into Gangsha, Yang Han left behind his blood, and left this star, went to the outer space, and has not heard from him since.

Now that more than [-] years have passed, Yang Han's cultivation must have grown tremendously in a place rich in aura. Perhaps he has already become a great cultivator in the Divine Tibet Realm, and it is even more terrifying. It is not an exaggeration to change the color of the mountains and rivers in a single thought. words.

Based on this calculation, the founding ancestor of the Great Xia's current cultivation might have already reached an unfathomable level.

However, fortunately, these two people will not be able to come back for the time being, and there will be no uncontrollable danger for the time being.

In addition to the information about Yang Han, Shen Qing also found many interesting things in these classics.

First of all, the heirs of the Yang family are too thin, they are almost passed down from generation to generation, and there has never been a princess, they are all princes.

In a dynasty that has been passed down for more than [-] years, there are only two or three royal bloodlines at most, and there are even no collaterals. This is really contrary to common sense, as if it was carefully designed.

Shen Qing has always been very interested in the theory of bloodlines. The sundial in her body was completely activated by the blood of the blood of the gods.

Including the descendants of the gods and spirits of later generations, she always felt that there must be a huge secret in the power of this bloodline.

Those gods who survived in ancient times, the great sage, may be radiating the future through their own blood, causing influence, and even... resurrecting from death.

Sikong Yuan is the best example. If the inherited memories in those bloodlines are absorbed too much, they can't even maintain themselves. It's getting blurry.

Compared with the ancient gods and saints, facing their memories of hundreds of thousands or even millions of years, the mere decades of memory as a bloodline inheritor is insignificant at all.

The so-called self is ridiculously thin and fragile. After the bloodline awakens to a certain extent, they can even choose to directly cut off this part of the memory, and complete the rebirth by borrowing in the distant future.

This is not a shocking method.

wow——

The night wind blew past the window lattice, bringing with it a soft rushing sound, the autumn wind was shuddering, Shen Qing also felt a chill down her spine for a while, closed the file in front of her, got up and left.

The three great masters got up together, one of them sorted out the classics on the table and sent them back to the original place, and the other two sent Shen Qing respectfully outside the hall.

"Slow down, Captain."

Shen Qing was alone, walking in the palace under the moonlight with her head bowed. In the dead of night, her thoughts were inevitably a little chaotic, so she thought a little more.

Whether what she is experiencing at this moment is Nankey Yimeng, or something that really happened, or... it is just that she has awakened a memory again...

This star is already declining, and in later generations, even martial arts have disappeared, and only these creatures relying on the power of blood can move freely in the world.

But the starry sky above his head is so vast, the path of practice must not be cut off.

Now it is only two thousand years from her later life, this time span is only mediocre for the monks in the Divine Hidden Realm, and the life path may have just passed halfway.

In other words, at her time, Yang Han was still alive, and had even become a supernatural power.

While thinking, he raised his head to the front of the bedroom.

"Captain."

The female officer standing in front of the hall bowed down and saluted, but she pushed open the door of the bedroom for her without any notice.

"Is His Majesty asleep?"

Shen Qing stepped into the palace gate, took off his outer robe, and handed it to the attendant beside him.

"I just fell asleep at three o'clock in Haishi, but I haven't fallen asleep. I should be waiting for you."

The female officer responded respectfully, raised her hand to signal Shen Qing to enter the inner hall, and then stood aside with her eyes on her nose, nose, nose and heart, silent.

The Taiwei stayed on the dragon bed every night. Although he didn't hear any strange movements in the middle of the night, the relationship between the Taiwei and His Majesty must be inseparable.

Regarding the face under the mask, inside and outside the imperial palace, and in the court, there are few people who are not curious.

As a female officer, she is the closest person to the dragon bed, but she dare not do such a treasonous act of peeping in the middle of the night.

Say less and make less mistakes, but ask too much is the secret of longevity. Unnecessary curiosity will only kill yourself.

Shen Qing lifted the curtain, and saw Zhao Yu who was hugging the quilt and curled up on the bed, staring straight at her big eyes, apparently not even half sleepy.

"Why haven't you slept yet?"

Shen Qing was slightly surprised. In her impression, Zhao Yu always slept very early, and every night, she couldn't wait to climb into bed first.

Zhao Yu squirmed twice on the bed, turned over, buried his face in the quilt, and said softly, "I can't sleep well without you here."

Obviously, she also realized that these words were very useless.

"How old is he, why is he still like a child?"

Shen Qing smiled helplessly, untied her inner robe, and stepped onto the dragon bed, the heaviness in her heart dissipated a lot for a while.

Realizing that Shen Qing was lying down next to him, Zhao Yu was a bit tangled up. After a moment of battle between heaven and man, he chose Gentleness instead of a worthless face. He rolled over with his face covered, rolled into Shen Qing's arms, and found a comfortable place. The location is good enough to lie down.

"What's the name of the person who impeached me today?"

As soon as she closed her eyes, Shen Qing recalled what happened during the court meeting, and asked with great interest, "What kind of official position does he hold now?"

Shen Qing doesn't care about the affairs in the court, one is that she doesn't know how to do it, and two, she doesn't want to interfere too much, holding the power in her own hands, which will not benefit Zhao Yu in the future.

"Li Mu, the speaker who has just been selected from below."

To eradicate the administration of officials and supervise all officials, the existence of officials is indispensable, but at this moment Zhao Yu was obviously angry, arching in Shen Qing's arms, and said in a muffled voice:

"Tomorrow, I will delegate him to the Northern Territory to take up a post, and save him from chewing his tongue."

"It doesn't have to be like this, this person is perfect to be a spokesperson, so let's stay."

Shen Qing shook her head and smiled faintly: "He is right. I stay in the palace every night, which will have some impact on your reputation. Besides, you have to adapt to a person."

She only has five years left. After five years, Zhao Yu is only in her early twenties, and there is still a long way to go. After all, she has to gradually adapt to the situation where she is not around.

"Now that Yang Zongxian is dead, why do you still wear a mask? Besides, who dares to gossip?"

Zhao Yu looked up, her face was full of confusion, she didn't notice the hidden information in Shen Qing's words, but she was a little puzzled that Shen Qing still concealed her identity.

In her concept, the emperor is the ninth-five-year-old, omnipotent, and a letter of the emperor's decree can silence the mouths of everyone in the world. After all, not everyone is Shen Qing, who has the ability to kill the king.

The empress is already there, so why not be afraid of having an extra female captain? Besides, Shen Qing faked her death in the first place to avoid Yang Zongxian's sight, but now there is no need for it.

"In the future, you will know..."

Shen Qing's expression remained unchanged, and without much explanation, he slowly closed his eyes.

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Time is like running water, and in a blink of an eye, there are four rounds of cold and heat again.

As the time spent on the throne of God grew longer, Zhao Yu became more and more proficient, and his ability to handle government affairs was gradually perfected day by day, and his personality gradually became calmer and more introverted.

In four years, four rounds of imperial examinations, the selection of a new round of officials has gradually spread in the land of eight continents, and the influence of the previous dynasty is quietly fading away.

Since overseas is now within the territory, and the trade routes with overseas are becoming more and more prosperous, the consequent impact is that there are more and more fleets, and the distance to sea is getting farther and farther. The fleet gradually appeared in the sea area that passed by.

On the Golden Palace.

Zhao Yu was sitting behind the emperor's case, most of his face was covered by the hanging crown of the emperor, and he couldn't see the expression behind him clearly.

Over the age of twenty, her figure has completely grown, and she has become taller and taller. She has been in a high position all year round, and her eyes are looking down. Every gesture of his hands and feet is full of the emperor's appearance.

"There is something to play, nothing to retreat to." Zhao Yu waved his hand, repeating it day after day, which made her feel a little bit discouraged.

As time passed while sitting on the dragon chair, she realized that being the emperor was not as easy as she thought. She could do whatever she wanted, and there were too many troubles.

"Report to Your Majesty, a small foreign country has been newly discovered overseas, and envoys have been sent to pay homage."

"Xuan." Zhao Yu nodded, without much surprise in his expression.

This is not the first time. In the past four years, there have been eight newly discovered foreign countries instead of ten.

"An audience from foreign envoys!"

With a loud shout, a group of more than ten people walked slowly into the hall, bent down to salute, and said in unison:
"Meet the Holy Emperor, long live, long live, long live."

The Land of Eight Continents is also known as the Divine Land overseas, and the title of the Holy Emperor has only gradually spread in recent years.

The attire of these ten or so people can be described as very bold, the men basically don't wear tops, and the women basically only have corsets and short skirts on their lower bodies. On the wheat-colored skin, there is a wild brilliance.

Looking at this group of people, Shen Qing, who stood at the head of the military officer, had a slight glint in his eyes, feeling a little surprised.

Among the crowd, there was a familiar face, Wen Lingyu.

Compared to before, Wen Lingyu had changed so much that Shen Qing almost didn't recognize her at a glance.

The originally fair skin has turned into a wheat color, and the dress is also much bolder. The upper body is tightly fitted with a short jacket, which outlines an amazing curve. The waist and abdomen can be seen at a glance. The gold silk belt is wrapped in a gauze, which surrounds the She has a slender waist, and only a pair of knee-length culottes on her lower body.

There is nothing wrong with this kind of attire in today's scorching summer, but in the eyes of civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, it is undoubtedly indecent.

But this kind of dress, among this group of people, seems a lot more conservative.

Wen Lingyu's gaze swept across the court hall one by one, and after she glanced at Zhao Yuhou, who was on the throne, she turned her head to the side, looked at Shen Qing who was standing under the palace, and smiled, with a slightly mischievous look. Blinking, silently said:
"Master..."

(End of this chapter)