The Era of the Law of the People: Full-level Talent at the Beginning

　　Not one left.

　　a few days later.

　　The carriage drove into Imperial Kyoto and stopped at a spacious mansion.

　　Several eyes in the palace courtyard showed surprise.

　　That night.

　　Dark clouds cover the veil.

　　Killing intent rushed towards the mansion from all directions.

　　In the backyard of the pond, Wanyue Shuzhuang's mother took out a homemade wooden drum, hummed a clear tune, and coaxed Zhou Fan in her arms to sleep.

　　But she didn't know.

　　The imperial capital has planned a murderous plan to kill her and her son tonight.

　　Zhou Fan closed his eyes and did nothing.

　　My mother entered the imperial capital all the way north and was called here.

　　Encountered assassination on the way to no avail.

　　Now in the imperial city, the night is killing and attacking.

　　He wants to see if his father in this life has moved.

　　Whoosh whoosh.

　　Masked in black, murderous.

　　One by one, the rabbits appeared in the courtyard, their eyes were cold.

　　The dim lights flickered, and the cold light spread from the courtyard.

　　But this time.

　　Zhou Fan, who was lying in the cradle, looked at the embroidered mother beside him and shook his head gently.

　　Not all hard work pays off.

　　The one sitting in the imperial palace was cold-blooded and ruthless, sitting on the sidelines.

　　puff puff.

　　In the end, it was Zhou Fan who made the move.

　　The quietly condensed imperial dragon qi penetrated the heart of every black-clothed mask with a sharp edge, and then the dragon qi rolled around and threw them in the palace courtyard.

　　Startled bursts of anger.

　　that night.

　　In the Taoist Temple of the Imperial City, several masters of the passage of finesse have taken action.

　　The air of heaven and earth gathered crazily.

　　The gust of wind suddenly swept the imperial capital, and they all rushed towards the backyard of this quiet mansion.

　　There are only two soldiers in the mansion.

　　Defense is like paper.

　　Faced with this fatal situation.

　　All the understanding people in the imperial capital sighed softly.

　　Although there is pity and sympathy, the infighting of the dynasty is extremely cruel.

　　No one dared to intervene rashly.

　　Just when the gust of wind condensed black hands and pressed against the courtyard of the mansion.

　　The entire imperial capital suddenly exploded with dragon roars.

　　Countless dragon energy surged, condensed into a five-clawed golden dragon to swallow the black hand, and at the same time circled into the sky, quickly and completely killed several Dao Yanshu powers.

　　Taoism collapsed.

　　this night.

　　The dynasty shook. .

Chapter 44

　　The next day.

　　The golden morning light sprinkled on the mansion.

　　The mother hugged Zhou Fan and danced gracefully, breathing the spirit of the dynasty happily in the courtyard.

　　A lark fluttered its wings and landed on the stone platform, blinking curiously, imitating its mother and dancing gracefully.

　　Zhou Fan in his arms saw the vigor of her age in her mother.

　　And this day.

　　The hundred officials of the dynasty petitioned to welcome the concubine Shu.

　　The faces of several imperial concubines in Gongyuan were ugly.

　　but.

　　His Majesty refused.

　　same year.

　　The great Confucian wrote a letter, stating that Concubine Shu had descended the prince, and the court should be opened. The prince welcomed him into the palace and accepted the Confucian gift.

　　But His Majesty the Dynasty refused again.

　　Baiguan immediately understood His Majesty's intentions, although they knew that Concubine Shu was surrounded by the protection of Dao Yan Divine Art, but after all, no one dared to disobey His Majesty's intentions.

　　then.

　　Gradually, no one mentioned Concubine Shu again.

　　Spring rain is crisp.

　　Summer rain is like needles.

　　Autumn rain is like frost.

　　Winter rain is like a knife.

　　In the blink of an eye, several years of cold and heat have passed.

　　Under the slap of frost, snow and rain, the mansion and courtyard became more and more outdated.

　　The two soldiers at the door were less old-fashioned.

　　Countless people in the dynasty had long forgotten that Concubine Shu, who entered the imperial capital from the north that year.

　　"Little baby, mother hug..."

　　Mother played the wooden drum and hummed a clear tune, but there was no longer the cheerful smile on her face.

　　on the stone platform.

　　The lark seemed to be infected, with a sullen expression, without a trace of spirituality.

　　Zhou Fan, who grew up to three years old, listened to his mother's lullaby and sighed in his heart.

　　Waiting for three years of cold and heat.

　　And why.

　　suddenly.

　　He raised his eyes, his eyes passed through the layers of walls, and landed on the carriage that quietly came out of the imperial city.

　　There was an elegant man sitting inside.

　　The carriage travels very fast.

　　When drinking tea, they stopped in the courtyard of the mansion.

　　moment.

　　A figure walked in the courtyard.

　　"sorry."

　　A choked voice came out.

　　The mother's body stiffened for an instant, and tears slid down her cheeks.

　　"It's good that you are here." After a long time, the mother said, crying with joy and threw herself into the elegant man's arms.

　　Infighting in the dynasty is fierce.

　　Several imperial concubines in Gongyuan had already lowered their princes to fight for the throne.

　　Domestic and foreign troubles in the country.

　　The elegant man can only bear the pain ruthlessly and ignore everything.

　　He knew that in this way he could protect Concubine Shu.

　　pity.

　　He did not know.

　　If it wasn't for Zhou Fan that year, the elegant man would never see Concubine Shu again.

　　The lark chirped happily.

　　The elegant man touched the lark, with a smile on his face, and looked at Zhou Fan, his smile even more prosperous, "Little baby, daddy hug..."

　　The clear tone he hummed was the same as his mother's.

　　Zhou Fan stood still, his clear eyes saw that the elegant man in front of him had run out of oil.