The imperial city of Zhongzhou is still as peaceful as ever.

In other words, it is much more peaceful than in the past. After all, the world was in chaos in the past three years. The heroes from all over the world were divided and fighting with each other endlessly. Naturally, they did not care about the "offer" to Zhongzhou.

But it is not the case now. All the wolves and tigers in the world have gone dormant, and these grown-ups have begun to become active, stretch their muscles and muscles, and do things that big men should do.

Zhongzhou began to become busy again, with lively chambers of commerce and people coming and going.

Ji Zichang, the Red Emperor of Zhongzhou, had a daughter born into the world. The Gonggun princes planned to celebrate Ji Zichang's daughter in a big way to start a new "prosperous age". However, Ji Zichang was not happy about this.

He held Concubine Wen's arm and looked at the luxurious gilded greeting cards and the list of gifts on the desk with a gloomy expression. He also thought of his son who lived for seven years and one hundred and thirty-two days.

several daughters.

Three years ago, he told Li Guanyi that he had several daughters, two in fact.

In the past few years, the eldest daughter had originally promised to be engaged, but she fell into the water and died. The second daughter was sick and declining. Tao Zong was compassionate and came to visit her in person. In the end, he did not say anything clearly, saying that she should not be in the royal family, and sent her to become a monk.

All these things happened three years ago, when Qin Wuhou rose up and left for the Western Regions. Ji Zichang tried to take advantage of this trend to gradually regain the monarchy.

In such troubled times, the daughter of the royal family and the noble man in the world were also in a precarious situation. The chips on the table made Ji Zichang suffer so much that he couldn't contain it. He also took revenge. After finding out everything, he slew the murderer with a knife and sentenced Ling Chi.

But kill one person, a group of people.

Blood dripped down and spread on the ground,

The ministers and officials bowed their heads in salute, and everything was silent.

But he looked at the countless people down there, even some who were related to him and had blood.

They bowed their hands and saluted below the palace, with deep wolf-like looks in their eyes.

Their ancestors were once under great oppression, in troubled times, heroes who rose up and fought for the people. How come hundreds of years have passed, and they have become like this.

Is this the end of the imperial dynasty?

In such a game, Ji Zichang felt as if he was trapped in a quagmire, and his every move was entangled with countless threads. Not to mention not being free, even a slight movement would trigger a counterattack from all the surrounding forces.

Concubine Wen looked at him worriedly and said softly:

"They said they wanted to congratulate the child on the birth..."

It had been several months since the child was born, and many princes, nobles, ministers and princes wanted to congratulate them together. Ji Zichang remained silent for a long time, but the situation was overwhelming and he had to agree. He held Concubine Wen's hand and whispered: "I will protect the child...

…”

Concubine Wen just held his hand gently.

Ji Zichang and Concubine Wen Gui went to see their child together. The baby was no longer the same as when he was just born. His face was still a little wrinkled and he already looked quite cute.

Ji Zichang gently and carefully touched his daughter's face with his fingers.

Even a king is just a father who is worried about his children at this time. Himeko Changna fought with many demons and monsters at the end of the dynasty, and his hard heart softened.

At such a moment, he felt like he was willing to sacrifice everything for his daughter, and because he thought of his previous child, his heart felt a subtle, unstoppable sting, which spread out delicately and continuously.

On the second day, the emperor left the palace and arrived at the royal palace with Concubine Wen and the princess. Ji Zichang carried a magic weapon from the Red Emperor Dynasty on his back and stayed with the three of them. The surrounding Yulin army was quite

To be strict.

All the ministers and officials came to congratulate the princess with gifts, and many warehouses were filled with gifts to congratulate the princess on her birth. The ministers were in harmony, singing and dancing, giving a trance-like feeling of a peaceful and prosperous age.

The sound of piano, singing and dancing, and the smell of wine make people intoxicated.

When the banquet was being arranged, another marquis suddenly stood up. After a speech that could not be said outright according to any etiquette, he suddenly smiled and raised his glass and said: "This time the world is settled and the princess is born.

It is indeed an auspicious sign.”

"Speaking of which, I also have a grandson who is just two years old. He is born in pink and jade. Hahaha, I wonder if there will be such an opportunity to form a good relationship with a princess of my Red Emperor lineage. Haha, what a wonderful marriage!"

Ji Zichang was serving the wine, but his movements were stagnant and his eyebrows were slightly lowered.

Concubine Wen put her palms inside her sleeves and clasped them tightly.

Another person pressed the cup in his hand on the table, stood up and said angrily: "How bold! What nonsense are you talking about? Your grandson, you are so rude. Your daughter-in-law has not been able to get the slightest bit of color from you."

My son’s face has definitely learned a lot!”

"A princess worthy of my Red Emperor lineage!"

The old man who spoke before was so angry that his palms were shaking: "You, you!"

"Wufu, vulgar!!!"

The old man who stood up ignored this guy, just turned around and held up his hands, saying: "Your Majesty, my grandson is now five years old. He can already read, recite poems, hold a sword and slash, and his Red Emperor swordsmanship can be regarded as a three-point improvement.

"

Ji Zichang said calmly: "Uncle Meng Yun, your family also married my Ji family's daughter."

Meng Yunbo laughed: "Isn't this a close kiss?"

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, I have already settled the matter."

"It just happens to be outside the fifth server, so it can't be considered an incestuous marriage."

Ji Zichang's hand tightened, with a kind of dense anger in his eyes, he slowly lowered his head and pressed it on the hilt of his sword - "I have already calculated it". Doesn't this mean that when this daughter was just born?

, these so-called nobles and ministers have already set their sights on this child?

In the era when the dynasty was at its peak, marrying a princess was really a thankless task, but now the Red Emperor's line has lost its authority. Although Ji Zichang worked hard, cleaned up the clan and regained part of his power.

He is already the most courageous and powerful Red Emperor in the past three hundred years.

However, the accumulation of three hundred years of troubled times, the shortcomings and general trends accumulated from generation to generation have turned into the tide of the times, and cannot be changed by one person. Once the powerful ministers laughed arbitrarily, saying that even if the first generation of the Red Emperor came,

Nothing can be done.

Even if you are a heroic contemporary, you can only leave here and start a new dynasty.

There was a trace of anger in Ji Zichang's eyes.

The image of the dead child flashed before his eyes.

At this time, the father's identity transcended the majesty of the king and the so-called general trend. He knew that the Red Emperor line at this moment had turned into a ship that was bound to be destroyed. He did not want his daughter who was still around him to continue to become this

Part of the Decay Game.

Ji Zichang held the sword, Concubine Wen held the sleeve of the emperor's robe, and Meng Yunbo looked at them and laughed:

"Your Majesty, do you want to test the school minister's swordsmanship?!"

"That's not how swords are used. You have to be bold!" He suddenly took action, grabbed the sword of the guard next to him, and pulled out the scabbard. The sword body was solemn, and then danced for a while, then put the sword down, and then

At this time, there were sudden noisy sounds outside.

Ji Zichang was slightly startled, raised his eyes, and Ji Yanzhong said: "This is..."

"Horse hooves?!"

Suddenly, the Yulin army from outside rushed in and said in a panic: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

"Qin Wuhou, no..."

The Yu Linjun knelt on one knee and said respectfully:

"King Qin, here we come."

The atmosphere changed instantly, and the sound of war horses instantly made waves. The royal garden was created during the era when the Red Emperor lineage was at its peak. It was extremely luxurious and occupied a huge area. It was like a small city. Looking at it at this moment, horseshoes were rushing.

Like thunder, even before arriving here, the evil spirits of military strategists have already rushed out.

The sound of bowstrings breaking through the air exploded!

Meng Yunbo's expression changed and he drew his sword.

Stand by your side!

This superior mysterious weapon only trembled violently and then broke into pieces.

The blade of the sword swirled and fell to the side.

The arrow rubbed the broken sword forward, pierced Meng Yunbo's body, and then penetrated his protective soft armor, penetrated the seventh-level master's body, and passed out from the back. The Dharma gathered together and wanted to roar.

Nailed through!

Meng Yunbo flew out and hit the Nine Dragon Wall hard.

The whole person was nailed there by an arrow!

Wu Zi is not dead, Wu Zi is just howling miserably, blood is flowing, without the heroic arrogance before, everyone is dead silent, and under such circumstances, it seems to be a coincidence, and it seems to be deliberate control, a mount rushes out of the smoke.

The dark sleeves of the robe are rolled up, and the hair is tied with a hosta.

King Qin held a dark golden war bow in his hand.

A hundred people are riding in the smoke and clouds behind.

On the left and right, Yue Pengwu, Dou Hao, and Shan Xiong are all heroes of the generation. Niu Wei and others are trembling in courage and a little nervous. A few days ago, they passed through the tens of thousands of Yingguo troops. Their heroic spirit was already magnificent, and now they are coming directly.

Go to the Scarlet Emperor's Palace.

Grandma's.

His Highness the King of Qin, too——
To be continued...