Long Live The Emperor!

Chapter 287 7. New National Teacher (third more-for subscription)

Xia Ji did nothing, just like a normal baby being held.

However, if he is willing, he can let his original power descend in this small body at any time, transforming himself in a very short time.

But if you have really lived for more than 1,500 years, have wielded a knife day and night for hundreds of years, have never promised to fight with the future among countless demons and ghosts, have wandered along the edge of the yellow spring with the tide of ghosts, Once you have seen the reincarnation platform crushing countless souls across time and space, you will feel a sense of indifference when you return to the world.

You will no longer be angry because of many things, nor will you be impatient to do or act.

If the heart survives forever, if the body flows through the river of death, you only count the numbers day and night, and you only think of one person, you will understand that years, even more than ten years, or even decades, are just a snap.

You care about this snap, but you are no longer impatient.

The carriage entered the Qi State Palace.

The lotus root breeze blows the July Pool, crosses the corridor, bypasses the painting building, strokes the Zhulan, and enters the courtyard as deep as the sea.

The palace maid hurried to the courtyard with the baby boy wrapped in red silk cloth.

This is a courtyard in a corner of the harem.

Position is the degree of favor.

The concubine who lives here is definitely not spoiled to the extreme.

The palace lady held the baby boy and pushed open the door.

Behind the door showed the frail face of a concubine in bed.

She has finished childbirth and the pain has not subsided at this time.

But she didn't care about the pain, and for a moment her weak face showed anxiety without any impurities.

"Child My Child"

The maid handed the baby boy back.

The concubine, like a female leopard, quickly took the child over and hugged it in her arms like a treasure.

The lady of the court said lightly: "The empress has seen it and thought this child is very good, so she gave her the name Yu, so she called Qi Yu."

The concubine was stunned.

stupid?

How can a royal prince named after "Fool"?

So she said: "The name of the prince should be bestowed by the emperor, and the queen should not be allowed to do it for him."

The corner of the palace lady's lips was a little taunting: "The emperor promised."

After speaking, the two palace ladies did not stay at all, and left the palace directly.

Today is when the two concubines are pregnant at the same time, and the emperor is there and not here, it can once again explain the situation of grace.

Door closed

The sky is blocked out.

The concubine was stunned for a long time before crying with the baby boy in her arms. She was not strong at all.

I cried for a while, but it calmed down.

Although her expression was sad, she was softer and firmer because of her maternal love.

She was afraid of frightening the baby boy in her arms, so she wiped away the tears, and forced herself to smile into tears. She looked at the ice-carved jade baby boy in her arms, caring for him carefully, and then talked to him: "Mom just played with him. It's okay, it's okay."

While talking, she lightly lifted her clothes and began to do what a mother should do.

Xia Ji is sucking breast milk. Now if he doesn't get his strength back, he really needs breast milk to grow up.

Being able to have an extra mother and concubine, with a reasonable identity, also provides conditions for him to smoothly integrate into this world.

just

What kind of palace is this?

He thought.

And soon, after he was fed, the concubine started humming a little song to coax him into a dream.

Xia Ji opened his eyes. He was not used to sleeping, he hadn't slept for a thousand years.

However, it is strange to say that the weak body, who had not regained its strength, soon felt tired.

Exhaustion made Xia Ji's consciousness start to trance, and his small fist that was always clenched also slowly unfolded.

The flares erupting, the circulation of the sun plume, the bubbles of the crown of fire, the extremely high temperature and even the magma-like red and white soup and porridge-like world are gone.

Instead, a soft quilt covers the back of the hand as if weightlessly, a little song of human mothers humming peacefully with love.

His eyelids only felt heavy, and slowly drooped, blocking the light.

But this is not darkness, but a warm dream.

Xia Ji sighed silently from the bottom of her heart: It's great.

This was the first time he fell asleep in a thousand years.

He slept soundly.

After waking up, he saw the maid of his mother concubine.

He couldn't help staring at the maid.

She is not tall, only one and a half meters tall, her skin is crystal clear, petite and soft, wrapped in court ladies' clothes, her long and soft hair falls down her waist, and her eyebrows and eyebrows feel a bit cute.

The concubine's mood finally improved: "Sister Wu, Xiaoyu likes you very much, he has been watching you."

"Ah" Xiao Wu ran over and looked at the baby boy in the concubine's arms carefully and curiously.

The baby boy's eyes were staring at her grunting.

The two looked at each other for a moment.

Xiao Wudao: "I like him too."

"That's great." The concubine warmed her heart.

This concubine is the Hua Xiaochan who has taken Xiao Wu from the street for many years and married into the palace.

The reason why Xia Ji stared at Xiao Wu was simple, because Xiao Wu was exactly the same as Xia Xiaosu.

Hua Xiaochan looked at the baby boy in his arms and said: "From now on, she will be your aunt, you must not treat her as a servant, ah, you know, Xiaoyu."

Xia Ji grumbled and blinked. He always remembered that he was a baby, and the baby could not speak, and his voice organs were not fully developed yet, and his pronunciation could also spit out simple syllables.

So, he made a strange babble to show that he knew.

As a result, Hua Xiaochan showed worry instead.

"Sister Wu, I think Xiaoyu is sick, why doesn't he cry?"

"It's easy." Xiao Wu Bian said as he walked over, turning his head slightly, staring at the baby boy's small buttocks and said, "Just hit it twice."

Hua Xiaochan:! ! !

Xiao Wu raised his hand and said in a calm tone: "I'll try it."

Hua Xiaochan took a breath and instinctively stretched out his hand to protect the baby boy, and said hurriedly: "No, no, no cry. Children who can't cry are also pretty good. I can just let the royal doctor take a look."

Xiao Wu said "Oh" and stopped.

Xia Ji didn't look at her again.

This girl is exactly the same as Xia Xiaosu, why is her personality different?

Become dull, like a robot, as if there is a problem with the brain.

Moreover, when she was leaving, Xiao Su was the uncrowned king of the North. How could she be a maid here?

There were too many questions. He thought for a while, and suddenly felt hungry in his stomach. An instinctive feeling of grievance surged into his heart, causing him to start crying loudly, teardrops streaming down from both sides.

Xiao Wu looked curiously at him crying.

Hua Xiaochan panicked, but she soon remembered that as a mother, she could only do three things.

First breastfeeding.

The second hush.

Shake the third.

After three rounds, one is always right.

Hua Xiaochan tried from the first one, and it was a direct success.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly a smile of joy appeared on her face. She just said that her son would not cry. She cried in a blink of an eye. She couldn't help showing a sincere smile, looking at Xia Ji tenderly, with that tenderness in her hands. I'm afraid of losing it, and I'm afraid of turning it in my mouth.

Because, if there were no accidents, this son would be his only reliance in the future, and his only relative.

The emperor hasn’t been able to see his son until now. Hua Xiaochan’s heart is ashamed. She sniffed her nose, and the wind in the distance faintly floated with the smell of pill furnace flames, the smell of herbs, and some Loud noise

Hua Xiaochan is not surprised.

The emperor seeks longevity, and the national teacher of the sect is to help him refine the pill, this is the yellow and white pill of the **** pill gold liquid.

but

The monarch is not the emperor, the minister is not the minister, and how can the national teacher look like a master?

During the walk, I watched the ladies of the palace just strip off their clothes and throw them on the bed, but they didn't restrain themselves when they saw the imperial concubines.

The emperor didn't even care.

To be precise, the sect is now heaven.

The dynasty, and even the mortal family, the rich and the rich, went up to the ladies and down to the Xiaojiabiyu. Anyone who was favored by the sect would be taken away in all likelihood.

The process of taking is not forcibly taken, but conforms to the dynasty system.

But if it can’t be met, it’s a forced take.

Hua Xiaochan didn't understand that many of the masters of the sect were no longer mortals. It stands to reason that their dispositions should be otherworldly, but why did they become more lustful?

Where is it like an expert, it is simply a villain who has prevailed in the past.

She vaguely knew that in order to break free from the shackles of ordinary life, in addition to profound arts, she also needed a mysterious and vital resource-fire.

But both profound arts and fire seeds are things strictly controlled by the sect, let alone ordinary people, it is not easy for the emperor's relatives to get it.

Hua Xiaochan is a little worried, this world is terrible.

It's too insecure.

She was afraid that she could not protect her son.

Thinking of this, she glanced dozingly at the sleeping baby boy, gently pulled the quilt corner for him again, stared at his calm long eyelashes and cute little mouth, couldn't help but kissed gently Go down.

The baby’s day becomes simple, eat, drink and sleep.

Xia Ji didn't choose any exercises to practice from babies, anyway, as long as he flipped through the booklet, he could directly obtain nine levels of skill beads.

And all his powers are still hidden in the heart, including 4.36 million dharma forms, including the terrifying body formed by the nine ominous signs of one world, including the seventy-two transformations of magical powers, flying knives, yin and yang, including hiding The storage space of Mingdidao and Dinghaizhu, including the connection with the world of fire disaster.

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He is the world of fire robbery, just as the ancestor of the Wu family is the Jedi of the Underworld.

He spent this rare precipitation time thinking about many things and calming down many things, including living as a human being.

After half a year, he finally saw the cheap father.

Or to him, this is not a father at all, there is no blood relationship, no parenting relationship, this is a stranger.

The emperor of Qi has a yellowish skin and a somewhat faint expression. It is a double result of indulgence and alchemy. However, he has a steady footing and is a good-founded practitioner.

Since ancient times, no emperor can break free from the shackles of mortals, because no one wants a emperor who can rule for thousands of years to appear.

Therefore, the emperor of Qi is no exception, unless he stepped down from the throne and was accepted as a disciple by the sect behind the scenes of Qi, only then would he hope to get in touch with the method of longevity.

But when he comes into contact with the method, he may not have the opportunity and time to cultivate to the peak of the eleven realms, and thus increase his life to a thousand years.

The emperor of Qi is called Qi Xiu.

The reason why he came here was that he suddenly remembered that there was another concubine who had been left out by him. It seemed that the concubine had given birth to a son, so he came to take a look.

When he saw Hua Xiaochan, he remembered that this was Concubine Chan.

The concubine Chan was a typical marriage, and she was a woman sent to the palace by the Hua family to keep their three-acre land.

It was really beautiful when I first entered the palace.

But after the initial freshness, it's boring.

Qi Xiu also just glanced at it, and randomly assigned two more sensible court ladies, and then left directly. He had more children, so he didn't care if there was one more or one less.

That night, Xia Ji heard Hua Xiaochan crying for a long time, and said a lot to herself.

Winter goes, spring comes again, and when summer comes, Xia Ji is one year old.

Xiao Wu took his little hand and walked slowly on the mud, watching him learn to walk.

Gorgeous butterflies flew among the red and yellow flowers, and the newly opened lotus floated with a faint fragrance.

Hua Xiaochan sat in the pavilion and watched with a smile.

She, Xiao Wu, and her son, this is the real home.

Xiao Wu has also become a child, sometimes even learning Xia Ji's movements and speaking like Xia Ji.

The warm sun fell from the sky, but at noon, it was straight again.

Hua Xiaochan asked the maid to cook lunch, mixed rock sugar and mung bean soup, mixed with crushed ice to cool off the heat.

But she herself carefully hugged her son and started breastfeeding.

She would not let Xia Ji leave her sight for a moment, otherwise she was worried that the child would die unexpectedly.

Therefore, Xia Ji endured this meticulous care and lived with a young girl who looked like Xiao Su but was not sure if it was Xiao Su.

He really likes this kind of life.

Especially after thousands of years of fighting, his heart and soul need such a warmth to heal his wounds.

In the autumn, he could already hum a few words simply, or he could stand by himself with his arms.

And one morning, the concubine who had never left him walked out.

Concubine Chan left, Xiao Wu came to the room and watched him carefully.

The concubine Chan came back in the afternoon, and when she came back, she rummaged through the boxes and found some gold and silver treasures in the jewelry box, and then hurried out.

When I came back again, only people came back, but the gold and silver treasures did not come back.

She sighed softly, a look of sadness in her eyes.

Xiao Wu stared at her curiously.

Xia Ji stared at her too.

Concubine Chan smiled and said in an apologetic and grateful tone: "It's nothing, let Sister Wu take a baby for a day."

Xiao Wudao: "Ah, it's okay."

"Sister Wu, go and rest."

"Ah, good."

Xiao Wu walked to the door, turned and waved to the boy who made her feel so good for some reason.

Xia Ji also stretched out his right hand and moved his fingers up and down at her.

Xiao Wu smiled and closed the door.

After the concubine Chan helped her son finish daily routines, she started to speak gently to him.

"The new national teacher is here, and today he called all the concubines and asked to see which concubine has a fairy bone

In fact, he just wanted to see which concubine was willing to obey him.

My mother gave him a lot of the treasures she brought from her family, but he was still dissatisfied and felt that her mother was perfuncting him

Mother is really a little worried, if he says something about me to the emperor, our mothers don't know what to do in the future.

This place is already equivalent to Lenggong, it will never really hit Lenggong.

Hey, if you can't bear it, you will make a big plan. Mother will give him the rest of the treasure. "

Concubine Chan's face was sad.

Xia Ji listened quietly.

Concubine Chan would never know that her son could fully understand what she was talking about.

(End of this chapter)