The weather is so cold. 12, who just woke up, shivered and reminded everyone that you must pay attention to keeping warm

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King Yang Xiu of Shu had a gloomy face and walked out of the small building alone. The eunuch who stood outside the building did not dare to be negligent, so he immediately bent down and followed closely. Yang Xiu suddenly stopped, waved his hand back, and said in a deep voice: "I will order that except for the routine shift, all the other posts in the royal palace will be withdrawn. Also, you all retreat, I will be quiet."

The eunuchs who accompanied him took the order. In less than a cup of tea, most of the soldiers patrolling inside and outside the palace retreated. The commotion returned to peace, and the night was shining brightly due to countless torches, and returned to the darkness it should have. Yang Xiu looked up at the starry sky with his hands on his back, and walked alone thinking about it. His expression changed, unpredictable joy and anger. Without realizing it, he walked along a path paved with pebbles in the garden to the bedroom where the Princess of Shu was. Staring at the two slightly old and dilapidated red lacquer doors, Yang Xiu sighed. His voice was filled with melancholy. Without hesitation, the young prince who had the greatest power in Shu reached out and pushed the door and entered the hall.

Naturally, there are people on duty guards day and night in the princess's bedroom. When the eunuchs and maids saw Yang Xiu suddenly coming for the first time, they naturally rushed forward to pay their respects. Yang Xiu waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "Give up. Princess... has she already fallen asleep?"

A maid was the most clever and answered first: "Although the princess just went to bed, she has never been sleeping heavily. Prince, do you want me to call the princess?"

"Since the princess has already gone to bed, there is no need to call her." Princess Peng of Shu is also a famous lady in the Guanzhong clan. She is well-educated and polite, and has a gentle and virtuous personality. But when Yang Jian made this marriage for his son, Yang Xiucai was only thirteen years old, so there was no way to like it. After marriage, the couple said it was nice to be respectful, but to put it nicely, it was cold Ruoshui. Since Tang Zhongqing was appointed as a concubine, Yang Xiu often did not go to the concubine's room for one night for two or three months. Even after the eldest son Yang Xiao was born last year, the situation did not change much. But after tonight...

Yang Xiu sighed again and said, "Where is the prince? Take me to see him." That's right, there is no need for anyone to lead the way. He walked straight to the side hall. The maid who was on duty in the night quickly turned on the lights and opened the gauze tent. Yang Xiu walked to the small bed where the baby was sleeping in the hall and leaned down to look. He saw a small baby who was less than one year old but was strong and tender on the goose yellow brocade mattress. Although he was still young, the outline between his eyebrows could be seen very similar to Yang Xiu himself. He was Yang Xiao, the eldest son who was born in Yang Xiu in his thirties.

In order to celebrate the little baby's birthday, Yang Xiu made great efforts and invited top figures from all over the southwest to gather in Chengdu. The scene was so grand or impossible, but it was definitely unprecedented. But who could have imagined that from the birth of Yang Xiao until this moment tonight, Yang Xiucai came to see his son for the first time.

Yang Xiu's eyes showed love and compassion, and he couldn't help but stretch out his fingers to gently touch the delicate skin on the baby's face. Suddenly, he felt ashamed and guilty, and sweared secretly: "Son, son, you are the blood and flesh of the father's blood. Even if there is a great cause, how can you compare with your little finger? It was Dad's mistake. Yang Xiu swore that day that day that he must do his best to keep you safe and happy for the rest of his life." Then he stopped and stood up, instructed: "Take good care of the prince. If there is anything wrong, I will only ask." The eunuchs and maids were so frightened that they all respectfully accepted the order. Yang Xiu no longer looked at it and turned around and walked out quickly.

The King of Shu walked out of the princess's bedroom and then walked to the south of the palace. There were many independent courtyards in this area, which were always used to entertain distinguished guests. Yang Xiu did not hesitate and walked towards the small courtyard that was the most remote, and said in a voice outside the door: "Ning Xianchang."

As soon as the sound fell, the door was windless and separated radially. Under the shadow of the light, there was a man and a woman sitting cross-legged on the ground. The woman was as beautiful as a fairy, but she wore a veil and did not reveal her true face. She was Fan Qinghui, the descendant of Cihang Jingzhai, the holy land of the martial arts world. The man was wearing a brocade robe and was elegant and elegant. However, it was Ning Daoqi, who had been trapped by Yang Zhao with the blood of the True Dragon, who was trapped in the Wuzhangyuan. On the collapse of the bed behind the two, a young woman in white was quietly asleep.

If Yang Zhao was here, then he could naturally easily identify that the woman was Mingyue. He could also conclude from it that when he was fighting fiercely with Tang Mengshu in the Chengdu government office just now, either Ning Daoqi and Fan Qinghui were there, or only one of them was there. But his various actions at that time must have fallen into the eyes of others.

Yang Xiu is not Yang Zhao. Although she has heard of Mingyue’s reputation as Xiao Yi’s unparalleled world, she even sent a letter to invite her to Chengdu to perform at the prince’s birthday party. But Yang Xiu himself has never met Mingyue before. So when he saw that there were suddenly more people in the room, he was shocked. He said strangely: "Chang Ning Xian, Fairy Fan, is this girl?"

"It's a friend of Qinghui's friends." Fan Qinghui said lightly: "Your Majesty doesn't have to care. Her acupoints were fixed and she was already asleep. No matter what the prince said, it would never be revealed."

Yang Xiu nodded, sat down in front of the two of them, and said in a deep voice: "What Ning Xianchang said is indeed the truth. Lover... No, Tang Zhongqing did not hide it from me in private and brought my good nephew Yang Zhao back to the palace. Moreover, Tang Jixue actually spent his hard work on Tiancanqi to save him."

Ning Daoqi was moved and said in a terrifying manner: "Oh, Tiancan Gong? Ning thought that this magical mastery had been lost, but he didn't expect that someone would use it? So, Yang Zhao can't die?"

Yang Xiu said angrily: "Of course I can't die. But...hum, what exactly does that old man Tang Wuyi want to do?"

Ning Daoqi said lightly: "Between Tang Wuyi and the prince, either the east wind overwhelms the west wind or the west wind overwhelms the east wind. Since the prince tried his best to infiltrate and buy them, Tang Wuyi, as the leader of the Tang sect, was unwilling to make wedding clothes for others, so he naturally had to fight back. It is natural to prepare for a few backstops. However, since the prince had already broken their plans tonight, I believe that Tang Wuyi would not dare to risk angering the prince, and act rashly again."

"Maybe so. But...love sister...ah~~" Yang Xiu wanted to speak, and finally sighed melancholy. He looked up and bowed, "I really want to thank Ning Xian for this time. If the Immortal Chief came to report the news in time, I am afraid that I will still be kept in the dark by Tang Wuyi and would have to send his son to the underworld in two days. Great kindness and great virtue cannot be repaid. Immortal Chief Please accept my beloved." After the words, he indeed bowed respectfully.

Ning Daoqi was in a state of concealing true energy, and he opened half a foot smoothly, not receiving Yang Xiu's great gift. He said, "Prince asked. Actually, I have selfish intentions in this matter, and I am just mutually beneficial to the prince. The prince really doesn't have to do this."

Ning Doqi said, "The Tang Sect is ambitious, and Yang Xiu is also obsessed with the greed. He even ignores the safety of China and tries to get involved in such things. It is really killable. However, compared to this group of clowns, Yang Zhao's imperial star is the real existence that can truly threaten the future true emperor. If this son does not die for one day, the Li family will only be a mirror and a moon. So no matter what, this time, we must use Yang Xiu's hands to get rid of this son. As for that thing... Ning is present, Tang Sect and Yang Xiu will not have the chance to get involved in it at that time."

Fan Qinghui was silent for a while and suddenly said, "Senior Brother Ning seemed to have resentment in his tone. But are you worried about the trick of Yang Zhao's little devil who was mistaken for the day on Wuzhangyuan?"

Ning Daoqi was stunned and said, "Why did Junior Sister Fan ask like this? That day was indeed an unprecedented experience in Ning's life. But it was just a trick of taking risks and luck. Ning never cared about this method that could not be put on the table."

Fan Qinghui was silent for a while and suddenly said slowly: "On the way to Shuzhong, Qinghui was always thinking about a question. What is the true destiny emperor? What is the will of heaven? If there is only one true destiny emperor, why would there be three people in the Emperor Star? Brother Ning, we are determined to help the Li family establish a new dynasty. Is this decision really right?"

Ning Daoqi frowned and said, "Why did Junior Sister Fan think this way? What happened on the way to Nanlai?"

Fan Qinghui smiled bitterly and said, "It's nothing, but at that time... Alas, Qinghui was determined to kill the little ghost, and also watched him fall from the cliff with his own eyes. However, in such a situation of death, he could still escape from heaven. It was really incredible. Also, just now, Qinghui clearly saw that the little ghost was recruiting the thunder of heaven, and had already entered the gate of ghost and could not look back. But the Tian Silkworm Mastery, which had been lost for hundreds of years... Is it like this the so-called fate of heaven? Brother Ning, is it considered to be against the heavenly beings?"

Ning Daoqi smiled and said, "So that's the case. But my junior sister is overly worried. Even though there is not only one Emperor Star who shows his fate, the True Dragon Emperor is absolutely unique. Yang takes the rebellious actions and respects the Pure Land Cult. It can be seen that our energy should be exhausted. It is naturally a great merit to respond to the heavenly surrender people."
Chapter completed!