The Hardest Opening System in History

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read2();　　 In the past few days, the weather in Shenjing City was very clear and cloudless. At noon, the sun shining straight down, causing the yellowed leaves to be lowered. After the light, it became golden.

　　 In a simple little yard, smoke from cooking smoke rises with the sun, and in the small front yard, two figures are holding axes and chopping wood.

　　 The two figures are not very strong, but they are well-proportioned. Every time the axe in his hand slashes, the big tree is chopped into square and square firewood.

　　 Jiang Yue, the fourth son of King Bei’an, swept the firewood in front of him into a pile, his face was not red, and he asked without breathing:

　　 "Brother Li, where were you before, why haven't you heard of you before?"

"Being a bounty guest in Qiushui City of Chuzhou before, it is also considered a small name. Chuzhou is half a big summer away from Shenjing. Naturally, the little prince has never heard of me." Li Yi said that he was slightly cold. the sound of.

　　 "How did Brother Li know His Royal Highness?"

　　 Hearing this question, Li Yi slowed down the speed of chopping wood, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and slowly replied:

　　 "This year's Qixi Qiqiao Festival, in Chuzhou Qiushui City, for a hydrangea and His Royal Highness in the brothel ring, the result was defeated."

　　 The little lord Egoshi was stunned.

　　 "His Royal Highness is kind and talkative, you don't have to be too surprised."

　　 Li Yi finished cutting the last piece of wood in front of him, then tied the firewood into bundles and arranged them neatly under the eaves, and then nodded with satisfaction. With someone to help, the efficiency of chopping wood was almost half.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise from the direction of the kitchen, followed by a burst of black smoke. After a few breaths, the Qinger girl walked out of the smoke and walked to Li Yi. Her face was white and black, but she was still expressionless. , Faintly said:

　　 "I can't cook anymore at noon. The pot in the kitchen is a defective product and it's fried."

　　 The little lord Jiang Yue was dumbfounded for a while, and after a while, he uttered a word:

　　 "Then go to the Qiongjiang Restaurant for noodle soup at noon. I'll be the host."

　　 Qing'er girl is not good at cooking because she has been wandering, but Liang Po is a first-class chef. The food handled by him, no matter what the ingredients, must be top-notch delicious after being cooked.

　　 After a lunch, everyone had a round belly. After a while, a carriage drove out of the Kuchayuan and slowly drove onto the street.

Since a few days later, it was Zhao Yu’s grand ceremony, so Gyeonggi Prefecture also took great care to decorate the entire city. Both sides of the streets of Shenjingcheng are covered with red silk, which looks beaming, even the frequency of patrols on the streets. It is becoming more frequent. It is foreseeable that the topics of the entire Shenjing City in the next few days will be around the emperor grandson and the crown ceremony.

　　 In the middle of the afternoon, a horse-drawn carriage drove into the White Emperor Palace, unimpeded all the way, straight into the Lingbo Palace.

　　 This is the first time for Zhao Yu to go to the Lingbo Hall where the old lady is in the daytime. The Lingbo Hall in the daytime and the night are different.

The Lingbo Hall at night is magnificent. Thousands of white lights in the main hall light up at the same time, exuding orange halos, competing to reflect each other. The entire space shining on is like daytime, while the Lingbo Hall in the daytime is solemn. The solemn one may be that the ancestor bird of the Zhao clan is a black bird, so the palaces in the Baidi Palace are generally black, and the Lingbo Palace is no exception. The black background is gilded and majestic.

　　 Zhao Yu just stepped into the hall, and the middle-aged palace lady on the side was already waiting, kneeling and saluting:

　　 "Welcome your Royal Highness, the empress dowager is still taking a lunch break in the inner palace, please don't blame it."

　　Zhao Yu waved his hand, indicating that it was OK, and replied:

　　 "It's okay, I'll go in and see grandma by myself."

　　 The door of the inner hall of Lingbo was opened, and a young figure walked into it gently, without making any sound.

　　 The facilities in the inner hall are surprisingly few, one couch, one table and chairs, it seems a little empty.

　　 Zhao Yu approached the couch in the hall, and the old lady fell asleep peacefully on it, her complexion was ruddy, her breathing was steady, and a lamp was lit by the bedside, emitting a faint light.

　　 Then Zhao Yu focused his attention on the bedside lamp. This lamp is very peculiar. It does not have a wick or a candle body, but it burns out of thin air, as if the entire void is burning. The fire is not big, but it is stable and abnormal.

　　 lights up in daylight, spontaneous combustion without core.

　　 The longer Zhao Yu looked at it, the whole mind seemed to be sucked into it. The two heavenly cinnabar patterns on the center of his eyebrows began to become hot, bright red, and faintly jumping out of the center of the eyebrows.

　　 "Your grandpa once said that he wants to light me a lamp that will never go out. This is what he left."

The voice of the old lady suddenly sounded, pulling Zhao Yu's mind back again. Zhao Yu looked down. The old lady on the bed had already opened her eyes, half of her body was standing upright and leaning against the bedside light. , There was a deep longing look in his eyes.

　　 The old lady sat up with Zhao Yu's support, and then continued:

"This light has been on for fifty years. It has never stopped burning. Once it almost went out in the middle of the time. At that time, my heart couldn't do it. Fortunately, it came on again. It accompanied me to sleep every day. It's as if the old man is still with me."

　　 "So Grandpa is still alive, isn't he?"

　　 Zhao Yu put on a coat for the old lady, and asked.

　　 "Your grandpa said, "Since he said that the lamp will not go out, the lamp will not go out before he dies, so he must be still alive. Somewhere in this world, he just cannot return."

　　 "That's really great." Zhao Yu's voice was a little pleased.

　　 The old lady raised her hand and touched Zhao Yu's head, her eyes turned kindly, and she said:

　　 "But grandma, I know I can't wait any longer. Grandma is old and may have to leave first, but that's okay, so that cruel person will taste what it's like to wait."

　　 Zhao Yu shook his head seriously, raised his hand to take out a purifying potion from the void, opened the lid, and passed it to the old lady.

　　 "No, grandma, you taste this, there is a liquefied heaven and earth vitality, which can supplement the loss of origin."

　　 The old lady took it and took a sip in her mouth. She closed her eyes and felt it for a while. She nodded and touched Zhao Yu's head again.

　　 "Yu'er really grew up, and there is such a magical thing. It seems that my old woman can wait for a few more years."

After speaking, the old lady smiled slightly, her face glowing with an astonishing look, her eyes were full of girlish yearning and admiration, and she turned into deep thoughts. She was the number one beauty in the world. Only wait for one person in a lifetime.

　　 His Majesty Daxia Taizu has been missing for forty years, and she is still waiting.

　　 I never fear the darkness, because you turn into lights to accompany me.

　　 I can have a dream for you every night.