Zongman: Starting from the same soul and twin body with General Lei Dian

The end result, of course, was that a certain emergency food product, crying with tears in his eyes, got into Ning Qingxuan's arms and began to accuse the travelers of all kinds of evil deeds.

"Han Bao, you bully Paimon so much, it makes me worry that if we have a child in the future, the little one will be spoiled by you."

"Why... why are you saying such a thing all of a sudden!"

The topic of children obviously made Jin's girl shy for a while, but soon she began to make the unscrupulous declaration with her hands on her hips:

"Besides! What's the matter with having children! Children are meaningless if they are not born to play!"

"I'm just Paimon practicing first!"

Paimon, who was already teary-eyed, froze in Ning Qingxuan's arms when he heard this, and howled louder after a while.

"Wow! Qingxuan! You must avenge me! You have to bully the traveler tonight!"

"There is such a good thing!?" Ying's eyes lit up.

"Pfft!" Shenzi, who was drinking next to him, couldn't hold back and spit out the wine from his mouth on the spot, making Hu Zhaigong look embarrassed.

Suddenly, the mournful cry of a certain fox lady resounded in the garden.

Hu Zhaigong even relied on his mana to outshine Shenzi, suppressing the latter and forcing him into the appearance of a little fox, and then imitating his previous behavior, tied a certain little fox to a firecracker, waving his hands and saying "bon voyage" while igniting the fuze.

"Help! I was wrong! Master Huzhai Palace, please let me go!"

"Little guy! Don't look at me, little guy! If you don't come to save me, your dearest and favorite fox will become a Firefox browser! Tail! The tail is on fire!!!"

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In the end, Miss Fox was not rescued successfully, and went straight to the sky with the Sky-Scrolling Monkey.

As the fireworks bloomed, Ning Qingxuan led the people below to watch them overjoyed.

Just looking at it, I found that besides the son of God falling, there was actually a figure spinning and falling in the sky.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

boom!

Jin's beautiful royal sister, Gabriel, known as the most beautiful woman in the heavens, knelt on the ground in a rather funny posture, with her upper body inserted into the soil, and the twelve wings on her back flapped vigorously, setting off large swaths of white feathers.

The maids panicked and pulled Gabriel's head out of the soil. Miss Angel frantically shook her head like a small animal. When she woke up, she looked left and right, and ran over happily when she saw Ning Qingxuan.

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With a pile of weeds, black ash and mud on her head, Miss Angel raised a bright and somewhat silly smile: "Your Majesty, Michael said that today is the most important festival in the kingdom of God that you rule, and I specially come to congratulate you on behalf of all the angels!"

"By the way, Your Majesty, I seemed to be hit by something just now... Well, I was blown up, and the feathers were all black. I just made a maintenance package at the Feather Care Center in the Heaven Realm before I came here. Now my appearance is completely ruined."

At the end, Gabriel flattened his mouth aggrievedly.

Ning Qingxuan: "..."

It makes him say good!

"Ahem, Gabriel, are you here alone?"

"The angels are represented by me. The demons don't send representatives because of Ms. Rias. But the fallen angels, Azazel seems to be here too, but why didn't they see anyone..."

After listening to Gabriel's explanation, Ning Qingxuan was silent for a moment, and suddenly connected to the communication of Chi Tong, who was guarding the East Palace today.

"Chitong, take someone with you to Pingkangfang or any other place where you can drink flower wine in Chang'an City, and arrest Asachel for me...Forget it, don't arrest him, shoot him immediately after arresting him!!"

After a while, Chitong's reply came from the communicator——

"Your Majesty, 10 minutes ago, Jing Zhaoyin reported that they were dealing with a brawl caused by an oiran, and they captured Asachel. He is squatting in Jing Zhaoyin's cell now, and he has poured down dozens of bowls of hangover soup and is still not sober. 』

"...Then let him squat until he dies!" Zero.

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The summer calendar year, the first year of Taichu, the first day of the first month of the first month.

The annual first month court meeting was held again in Hanyuan Hall.

Various departments and local officials go to Beijing to report on their work, and the leaders of foreign countries and tributary countries go to Beijing to pay homage. Compared with these work summaries, people all over the world are more concerned about whether there will be any important new policies promulgated in the future Taichu Year.

Ning Qingxuan has never carried out drastic reforms since she came to the throne, but everyone knows that if the emperors of the past generations want to make a difference, it is impossible not to have their own new policies.

The reason why he has been holding back is naturally waiting for the arrival of the real Taichu Year.

This point can be seen from the personnel changes in the court hall in the past half a year. As expected, with the end of the court meeting, a new news quickly spread throughout China, and then made known to the whole world under the reports of major media.

"Two six three" "Have you heard that the emperor has decided to formally reorganize the Longyan army, and will fully develop the space fleet in the future!"

"Have you finally waited for this day?"

"How long has our base on the moon been built? Military reform is imperative."

"My little boy will be old enough to enlist in the army next year, and I don't know if he can be selected..."

At the beginning, most people's attention was still on the space fleet, and it was thought that this was the biggest news in the early years.

But not long after, new news came from Suzaku Palace, which really made Chang'an and even the people of the world completely explode.

Inside the Hanyuan Hall.

"Your Majesty, Master Feng Yinyu, the supervisory censor of Jiannan Road, went to the front line in person in a sudden mountain torrent to organize disaster relief for the local government and people, and unfortunately died in the end."

"The Ministry of Officials has assessed Mr. Feng's political achievements over the years. The survey conducted by Yushitai shows that Mr. Feng has never made any mistakes in his 43 years as an official, nor has he ever bent the law for personal gain or used power for profit. His son is now even more of a white scholar."

"The people of Jiannan Road have petitioned to build a shrine and a temple for Mr. Feng. This is a letter from the local people."

On the imperial steps, Ning Qingxuan made a casual move, and the Wanmin Letter presented by the officials reporting below flew into his hands.

He glanced casually and nodded secretly.

"Feng Qing is the benchmark of imperial officials. I originally wanted to transfer him to the center, but I never thought that he would encounter such difficulties."

"I agree with Wanmin's letter of petition. Another decree was issued, and Feng Qing was granted the title of City God of Rongzhou Prefecture under Jiannan Road, and he will enjoy blood sacrifices for future generations forever."

As soon as these words came out, the entire Hanyuan Hall fell into a strange silence.

The courtiers of the empire and the envoys who came to hajj looked at the emperor in disbelief.

What did they hear?City God?

Isn't that Yin God! ?

Just as everyone looked at each other, not knowing how to react, the corners of Ning Qingxuan's mouth, who was sitting on the high platform, slowly rose.

He has been waiting for this day for a long time.

"Feng Qing, why don't you thank me?"

""""...? ? ? """"

Shane?Thank you for what?Is Your Majesty confused? Everyone is already dead!

Some quick-witted people thought of heroic spirits like Huo Qubing, and when they realized something for a moment, they trembled with excitement.

Outside the Hanyuan Hall, a figure suddenly walked in.

Seeing the person coming, the courtier exclaimed like a ghost: "Master Feng, Feng Feng Feng Feng Feng!!???"

"How is it possible! Master Feng has already been buried!"

At this time, the top elites of the empire behaved like ordinary peddlers in the vegetable market. It was not until Ning Qingxuan's soft humming sounded that the commotion of Hanyuan Hall gradually returned to calm.

People were staring at Feng Yinyu who walked in step by step. He looked the same as before. He was dressed in a gorgeous official uniform, with a solemn face and steady steps, just like a living person.

But if you look closely, you will find that Feng Yinyu's body is slightly transparent, and there is no reflection at all on the smooth ground of Hanyuan Hall.

Heroic soul——!

Everyone's hearts gradually understood the reason, and they knew that the "resurrected" Feng Yinyu in front of him was a heroic soul!

Son of Heaven, I am really willing to turn those loyal ministers who have dedicated themselves to the country to death into Yin gods!

Even Yang Xingshu's eyes, which seemed to be squinting forever, slowly opened a gap.

His eyes fell on Feng Yinyu, then he quickly glanced at Manchao Wenwu, and finally laughed out loud.

"Your Majesty, it's really a good idea."

Finally, Feng Yinyu came to Hanyuan Hall step by step, and knelt down in front of Ning Qingxuan...

He was obviously a dead person, but looking at Feng Yinyu who was kneeling there, none of the courtiers and envoys present felt frightened and gloomy.

Until Feng Yinyu spoke, the voice with a strange accent echoed in the Hanyuan Hall.

"Chen, Feng Yinyu, please refer to Your Majesty, Your Majesty Changle Weiyang."

"Feng Qing." Ning Qingxuan slowly got up from the high platform.

Step by step, he walked down the imperial steps and came to Feng Yinyu.

There was a clear clang, and Ning Qingxuan pulled out the Tianzi Sword from her waist, and tapped the tip of the sword lightly on Feng Yinyu's shoulder.

"Feng Yinyu, the supervisory censor of Jiannan Road, I ordered you to be my minister forever, to guard my bow, forever and ever, to reach out to my descendants, and to be salty forever!"

"I named you the Marquis of Rong Xing! I ordered you to be the City God of Rongzhou Prefecture, and I will enjoy the sacrifice of blood and food for future generations forever!"

"Sacrificed with you in the previous mountain torrent chaos. All the small officials, common people, and sages are all of you belong to the gods and ghosts, and the ghosts of the land!"

With the end of the emperor Ning Qingxuan's golden mouth and jade seal, everyone could clearly see that Feng Yinyu's body, whose body was still somewhat translucent just now, was completely solidified, and even faintly exuded bursts of golden halo.

Feng Yinyu bowed deeply in front of Ning Qingxuan.

"I would like to obey the imperial edict, and I will forever guard Jiannan for Your Majesty."

"Go, I will order the local Yousi to erect a temple statue for you later."

Feng Yinjue bowed again, turned into a streamer, and flew out of the Hanyuan Hall.

After finishing all this, Ning Qingxuan looked at Manchao Wenwu again, seeing them unable to restrain themselves, their faces flushed with excitement, wishing they could kneel down and swear loyalty on the spot, Longyan was delighted.

In this world, some people don't like money, some don't like fame, and some don't like profit.

Could it be that there are people who are not interested in being a god! ?

To be a hero in life, to be a ghost in death, to hold secular power while alive, and to turn into a god of darkness to protect one party after death, and to be remembered forever by future generations.

Not to mention the courtiers of the empire, even the envoys of some foreign countries are now thinking in their hearts, whether to persuade their own emperor to completely attach the whole country!