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read2();　　In the middle of the Shenjing city, in the small house belonging to Li Yi, the smoke gradually rises upward.

　　 The young girl who went back to her family's home had some experience in cooking. She was busy working in the kitchen at the moment, and the smell that came out, although not fragrant, at least lost the pungent burnt smell before.

　　 This made Li Yi and Jiang Yue both let out a sigh of relief at the same time.

In the small courtyard, Li Yi, who was either chopping wood or sweeping snow, was holding a broom, sweeping away all the thick snow very quickly, and beside him, Xiao Wangye Jiang Yue also helped with the broom, and then the latter He sighed heavily and said:

　　 "Brother Li, you said that the ninety years of the Great Xia calendar have just begun, and we have suffered a great disaster in Great Xia. This year, it is destined to be bloody."

　　 As soon as his voice fell, Li Yi, who was sweeping the floor, kept moving, but the already cold face became more solemn, and the response was faint:

"If your Majesty who took the throne early last year is a sword that has not been completely unsheathed, then this year, after the accumulation of Daxia, it will completely reveal an unstoppable edge. Cut at the front knife."

　　 "You and I, the Radiant Army, were born for war, so this year, you and I should not be lonely."

　　 A voice full of jealousy came from Jiang Yue’s mouth, with a strong **** breath, then he gradually walked to Li Yi holding the broom, lowered the volume, and continued to speak:

"You know that those of us who have been given the forbidden souls by your majesty have a connection between each other, so the feeling of the bottleneck must be very clear for you. Your majesty needs one to truly reveal the edge. An opportunity, and to break through this opportunity, it will definitely require extraordinary means."

Before 　　 Jiangyue’s words fell, Li Yi, who was holding the broom, stopped, narrowed his eyes, and faintly spit out two **** words:

　　 "Tu Sheng!"

　　 "Same as I thought."

Jiang Yue's right fist was squeezed fiercely, and there was a crazy look in his eyes, because these two words were too bloody, and when he thought of Zhao Yu killing Sheng to prove, the blood in his chest was so hot. He wanted to burst out directly, and then looked south, and the voice came out again:

　　 "It just so happened that I got news a few days ago that in Gwangju Metropolitan City, there is a sword saint with the strongest edge in the summer who wants to slash the sky!"

　　 Baidi Palace, Imperial Garden, Zhao Yu, dressed in plain clothes, was sitting behind the Imperial Table, looking down at a memorial.

　　 Because I was busy with the funeral of the old lady during this period, the memorials on Zhao Yu's table have long been piled up, and there is even a red memorial from Gwangju Metropolitan City. The dazzling scarlet represents one hundred thousand emergency!

　　 Zhao Yu put the red seal memorial in his hand gently on the desk, then frowned slightly, lost in thought, there was only a very brief sentence on the memorial:

　　 Wanjian Pavilion Muronghe officially confirmed that the impact of the saint’s realm has reached a critical moment!

Since the disappearance of Daxia Taizu Zao Wou-ki, there has been no real saint in the entire 36 states of Daxia. At this time, Murong and this kendo master repairer who was once recognized by the Shenji Pavilion as the most sharp Once sanctified, no one can predict the chain reaction it will cause.

The word 　　 saint, the weight carried on it, is almost impossible to describe and measure with words!

　　 Just as Zhao Yu was thinking about it, a cup of steaming bitter tea was gently placed on the royal table, and then the rouge glutinous voice sounded:

　　 "Your Majesty, have a cup of tea, you haven't eaten much in the past few days, and your complexion has changed a lot."

After 　　's words fell, the thinking young emperor recovered his senses, turned slightly, looked at the haggard rouge in front of him, reached out his hand to hug the latter on his leg, and responded:

　　 "Why are you here? Let Liang Po do the tea making things in the future. Now you must take a good rest."

　　 "Your Majesty who doesn't get in the way."

　　 Rouge looked at Zhao Yu with a smile, then narrowed his eyes and continued to speak:

　　 "Although Liang Po has superb cooking skills, I still have confidence in my concubine when it comes to the ability to make tea, and your majesty only likes to drink tea made by concubines, don't you?"

After 　　 finished speaking, Rouge blinked his eyes, and then Zhao Yu also showed a smile, gently holding it in his arms, and the gentle voice continued:

　　 "Rouge, you use your tea to hook my heart."

Then Yanzhi leaned her head on Zhao Yu's chest, squinted her eyes, and her breathing gradually stabilized. During this period of time, her mood fluctuated violently, coupled with the exhaustion of the old lady's funeral, so the originally round cheeks were reduced a lot. When in the warm arms of the young emperor, he couldn't help but fall asleep deeply in [biqudao.vip].

　　 In the Palace of the White Emperor, straight under the mysterious sky in the sky, the young emperor held the girl who fell asleep like a cat, and read the memorial as if it would never decrease.

　　 Time seems to be fixed in this afternoon, because perhaps even God knows that for Zhao Yu at this time, he and Rouge are really dependent on each other, but there is a little life in the girl's belly that is growing up.

　　It is foreseeable that once he is born smoothly, it will gather the infinite love of Daxia. The Zhao family has not ushered in a new life for too long, and all Daxia people are looking forward to his birth!

The sun on the sky gradually sinks, the orange sunset shining on the white Emperor Palace, which is covered with plain, looks so sad and solemn. At the same time, the palace ladies walking back and forth have the same solemn expressions, and they are careful not to emit too much. The sound, I am afraid that it will disturb the purity of this sad palace.

　　The burly figure of the beam, accompanied by the setting sun, gently walked under the Xuantianmu, then came to Zhao Yu almost silently, and said softly:

　　 "Your Majesty, the dinner has been prepared. Today is the first seven of the Empress Dowager, and there are sacrifices in the palace."

　　 Zhao Yu put down the memorial in his hand, looked down at Rouge, who was still asleep in his arms, and made a light gesture to signal the postponement of dinner, then Liang Po nodded and walked back silently.

Then Zhao Yu stared at Rouge’s perfect side face, stretched out her hand and gently stroked the hair in the latter’s ear, the eyelashes of Rouge in her arms moved, but instead of opening her eyes, she opened her mouth slightly. A soft voice came out:

　　 "Your Majesty, do you like a daughter or a son?"

　　 After the soft question fell, Zhao Yu spoke without hesitation:

　　 "I like little princesses better. If it is a little princess, then they are the stars in the sky. I am willing to take them off for her."

　　 As soon as he said this, Yan Zhi opened his eyes, stood upright, looked at the serious black eyes of the young emperor, and said with some worry:

　　 "What if it's a boy?"

　　 "If it's a boy, then I will send him to the Shenjing Station, and learn how to farm with the old man Li Chunfeng!"