"Ahem...Ahem...Ahem!"

Ji Sheng is old after all, and the cold these days makes him feel very tired.

He held the wall and a dizzy feeling hit his heart, but the dizziness made him feel strange, as if he was so awake.

This discomfort was like a severe pain from a dream, which made him lean his head out of a confused hallucination, and everything around him seemed to become clear.

However, this clarity was quickly submerged again, and a hint of doubt appeared in Ji Sheng's eyes, which was fleeting.

...

...

In the mourning hall.

The prince looked at the spirit card in front of the hall with his hands behind his back and said lightly: "Ji Sheng is old, Wang Zhengshi is old. They think I have nothing, and they can only rely on their pity to maintain the position of the prince."

Changsun Tang stood aside, looking like he was eager to speak but stopped.

The prince said: "Mr. Changsun helped me through the most difficult time. Is there anything I can't say now?

OK, I know if I don’t say it.

Fighting with a tiger, right?

The Holy Club is a tiger.

The Demon Sect is a tiger.

They all want to get something from me, so they reached an alliance with me at this time. Just when I become the emperor, they will slowly recover the interest."

Changsun Tang said: "The prince is careful. There are many strong people in this world, and there are some people across the wall..."

The prince was holding a knife in his hand. He just waved the knife down casually, and Changsun Tang's words came to an abrupt end, not because of shock, but at this moment, he felt his mind blank, as if all thoughts had stopped aborting and dying.

In the blink of an eye, there are four hundred thoughts, even in the dream, thoughts are constantly arising and dying. At this moment, Changsun really has no thoughts.

Without any thoughts, he even forgot to breathe and stand, and his body fell down softly.

After a little moment.

Changsun Tang had just recovered his consciousness. He was lying on the ground. When he raised his head, he saw the prince's boots. He rubbed his head and turned his head blankly to look around. He only saw Prince Ji Wuyou lit three incense sticks, inserted it carefully into the incense burner, took three steps back, and bowed three more times.

The smoke curled, and the mourning hall was extremely quiet.

Changsun Tang said in shock: "Crown Prince...you..."

Ji Wuyou said lightly: "Those who stay in the long run will fly high. Thank you for your idea. I have been tied up in the mourning hall for a year, stay away from the world, and stop thinking and ambition. If I were not like this, I would not have achieved such a success.

Anyone who spys on me will not be within three feet of me, and even legends cannot do it."

Changsun Tang was really shocked. At this moment, he felt that he was really a forbearing hero of a generation.

"By the way, didn't my uncle ask me for a woman in the name of dual cultivation? Changsun, what do you think?"

"There are so many girls in the Demon Sect. The twelve little fairies under the command of the Saint Wu Yan of the Fengyue Holy Sect are each a dual-cultivation powerhouse. One of them is selected from them to send to King Xiaoyao."

"Changsun, let Wu Yan prepare and accompany King Xiaoyao to practice dual cultivation."

Changsun Tang's mind saw a face that was extremely charming, as graceful as a snake, and the appearance of a pitiful woman.

The so-called Fengyue Holy Sect is actually the power of the Demon Cult.

This saint Wuyan is ranked 29th on the Hundred Flowers List and is known as the "Black Poppy". Moreover... she is the prince's favorite concubine and is forbidden.

His lips stammered a few times.

Ji Wuyou seemed to know what his adviser was going to say, and said directly: "I haven't touched her, just for this time today. I will give it to my uncle today. I will naturally come back with my capital and interests in the future."

His calm expression was no longer as domineering as before, but a wicked smile appeared on his lips.

The cold snow-clothed lily of the valley appeared in his mind, and the world's number one beauty, the queen, and her heart felt a little hot.

Compared to the brother Wujian who can't help, he is really an older brother.

...

...

Xia Ji listened quietly to the prince’s words.

The divine consciousness in the mythological realm is crushing against extraordinary and legend.

This kind of crushing is not only a crushing in scope and clarity, but also a crushing in priority.

In other words, if a myth and a supernatural are within each other's spiritual range, then what the supernatural says will be heard regardless of whether he is willing or not. As long as the myth is willing, he can make the supernatural hear only a few words "He wants the supernatural to hear."

In addition, there are many mysterious methods in terms of exploration, which are extremely mysterious.

For example, Xia Ji's embroidery barrier, the barrier is opened, and the spiritual consciousness can change from "listening" to "seeing" in a small range.

For example, if you observe the world, it is amazing, just like you are truly standing tall at a high altitude and overlooking a land.

and...

When the prince left the boat, Xia Ji let him get a look.

Now, he has two earth eyes.

One looked at the Tang Sect.

One was taken from the head of the ghost Si Chen before and given it to the prince.

Of course, the third one has been in Xixia.

The Black Rope Rakshasa is worthy of being the only person he recognizes to enter the inner circumference of the underworld. His series of tricks in Xixia are dazzling. Xia Ji can only see through one side of his eyes, but he can infer a lot of things.

so...

The prince is a tragedy.

This future hero who has been extremely forbearing is really a tragedy.

...

"That black poppy is here to accompany you to practice dual cultivation?"

"yes..."

"Lord, are you really going to follow her? Actually...Lord has a better choice." Bai Taohua rolled on the bed, and her legs were supported, with a lot of charm.

"Well...how have you practiced the Eternal Life Art?"

"Bored!" Bai Taohua didn't want to talk about the progress of her cultivation, and talked to the Lord about this without any sense of accomplishment, so she got out again.

In fact, Xia Ji was not looking forward to this beauty on the 29th list of the Hundred Flowers.

He was just a little shocked.

How perverted is this prince who gave his forbidden pest to himself?

And it also takes back the capital and interest, which is really scary.

"Kill and kill! Xia Ji, it's time to kill someone else's wife to prove the truth!"

"Crazy, this is a great opportunity to sharpen your mind and keep it steady."

"Xia Ji, do you think it's good to bring some green to others..."

...

The seventh day before the New Year.

A girl wrapped in black veil, with white skin as greasy as mutton fat, red lips as burning flames, and her eyes came to Xiaoyao with a bit of cowardice and loneliness.

She was sent by the prince in a gift box.

This is how I reminded the uncle Xiaoyao that the gift box is "items" and something that can be practiced by both sides without pity.

But this kind of wantonness, combined with the girl's eyes, gives people a feeling of needing to be cared for and love.

When the red ribbon on the gift box was untied, the girl seemed to be confused and stood pitifully on the deck. She was even barefoot, and the bright red painted with flower oil at ten o'clock further highlighted the paleness of her instep.

It makes people want to hold her in their arms, comfort her softly, and then tell her "It's okay, I will protect you."

However...

Xia Ji looked at her for a long time.

Just when Black Poppy wanted to pretend to faint to trigger the man's desire to protect himself, the King of Xiaoyao in her eyes spoke.

"Hey, you can cook, right?"

"Hey??? I have lived a hard life since I was a child, and I will do it a little bit..."

"Okay, I'll give you all three meals that day."

After saying that, King Xiaoyao breathed a sigh of relief and muttered, "I can finally have breakfast."
Chapter completed!