In the silent Tiankun Palace, a fiery red demonic dome stood beside Duan Qingyan, the martial king in a golden silk python robe.

One is slender and slender, the other is mighty and tall!

A pair of water-colored blue eyes, a pair of sword eyebrows and starry eyes!

The red lips are full of desire to speak, and the silver hair is in love!

What a pair of peerless beauties!

Such a beautiful scenery is rare to see, but the women present are tingling in their eyes.

Martial King Duan Qingyan is a god-level existence in southern Xinjiang, not only handsome and extraordinary, superb martial arts, but even the only one who has not married so far, not to mention the legendary lord of the sky, he has long heard his name but has not seen him in southern Xinjiang!

More than ten years ago, on the day King Wu returned to the dynasty, he asked for a fair and upright identity for the child of the woman he loved all his life, and he was the lord of the firmament!

Such a perfect man, which daughter in Pingcheng has never secretly conceived spring, just looking forward to the day when she can enter this person's eyes, enter his heart and be cared for and pampered for a lifetime!

Even the married ladies present, who has never dreamed of love, has not secretly looked forward to it, if you can get a husband in this life, it will really be in vain in this life!

Now looking at this pair of talented women, how amazing and beautiful women they are, no wonder they can trap this man for a lifetime, and they can't see the beauty of the world anymore!

"Oh, what a beautiful boy!"

Finally, a calm voice sounded from the top, breaking the silence of the temple.

"Come here, show Grandmother!"

The breath in Tiankun Palace changed instantly, and the Queen Mother asked this girl to call her grandmother! This is really recognizing this girl as a royal child!

Qiong'er glanced at Duan Qingyan beside him, and under the encouragement of his eyes, he walked up very generously, and saluted, "The Queen Mother is well!" ”

Know etiquette, understand etiquette, not arrogant or impatient!

Looking at her people and knowing her nature, the Queen Mother's eyes are full of appreciation, it seems that this girl has been learning art for many years, and she has not abandoned etiquette, and she has learned everything she should learn!

Holding Qiong'er's hand, rubbing his fingers and the obvious calluses in his palms, he sighed, "Good boy, I have suffered outside all these years, and when I come back, I will have fun for a few days, and I will come to live with my wife and son for a few days when I enter the palace, so that the grandmother in the palace will give birth to you to recuperate!" ”

only said that this girl was learning art outside, but it was never clear where she went, looking at the cocoon on this hand, it seems that she went to practice martial arts?

Before Qiong'er could answer, Duan Qingyan opened his mouth and refused, "Queen Mother, the sky has just returned, and she doesn't understand the rules, Erchen will raise her for a few days first, and then send her to the queen mother to accompany her when she learns well!" ”

The breath in the palace that had just eased was a little cold in an instant, and he obviously felt that his hands were a little pinched, and Qiong'er looked at the third uncle of His Royal Highness, and the person took it for granted, as if he didn't think there was anything wrong with sweeping the face of his queen mother in public!

Are these two really mother and son?

"Hehe, I know that I haven't seen you for many years, and I'm very distressed! Okay, the queen mother is not embarrassed for you, the sky must learn the rules well, and come in and play with grandmother when you are free, grandmother is very rich, and you will win a bowl slam! ”

The Queen Mother's words of retreat, His Royal Highness's face was as expected, King Wu was arrogant and arrogant, but he was the most favored by the Queen Mother and the emperor, and there was nothing wrong with everything, obviously the Queen Mother was kind enough to let the Lord of the Sky enter the palace to accompany her, which was a move to raise her identity, and only King Wu dared to refuse so bluntly, for fear that she would suffer a loss in the palace!

This Firmament County Lord is really blessed!

Seeing more and more envy, jealousy and hatred shooting at him, Qiong'er sighed in her heart, Nima, she is really incompetent! Can you not play dumb riddles like this!

Finally staying up until it was time for the luncheon, Duan Qingyan didn't shy away from staying and taking the dome to the same table, which made the women in the hall even more focused on the fact that this infatuated king also gave the main dish of the firmament county!

was concerned by all parties, and the dome with Mang on his back still ate four bowls of rice before stopping! The sound of inhalation kept coming from the seat next to her, and there was a black line in Qiong'er's heart, Nima's bowl was too small, she could actually eat a few more bowls!

A few years ago, the experience of the upper class of the Yue Dynasty told Qiong'er that these women are very concerned about their figure and self-cultivation, and when translated into human language, they just can't eat!

Qiong'er can tolerate other things, but since she has experienced the escape from the ancient city, she can't wait to eat enough at every meal, and then store the rest of the food in the space, in case she is hungry, she can also take it out and eat it, it's better than roasting mice, right?

After receiving countless contempts, he was finally brought back to the palace by Duan Qingyan, and lay on his bed with a sigh of relief, it seems that he will never be suitable for such an occasion!

Once again, for the lack of his palace fighting skills, he deeply wiped a handful of bitter tears, he knew that the father in his previous life wanted to take him back, and lived with that stepmother and sister, so he didn't escape and had to hide in the old patriarch's house to grow up, maybe he could still learn "Eight Hundred Skills of House Fighting"?

Thinking carefully about the problems of the Queen Mother and the concubines in Tiankun Palace today, it seems that they all revolve around what they have done over the years, but they have suffered? It doesn't look like they know their past, and they don't even know who they really are!

The endless questions in my mind disturbed my thoughts, and the fatigue of the day finally prevailed, covering up the last question of the firmament, since when did I, the lord of the sky, exist?

Before daylight, Qiong'er appeared in the bamboo forest and practiced with the dates that had been waiting there for a long time.

said that it was a sparring exercise, and it should be said that Qiong'er unilaterally beat that kind of jujube.

This kid didn't know if it was because of guilt, or because he deliberately flattered, but he didn't say a word when he was beaten with a blue nose and swollen face!

Qiong'er doesn't care about this kid's compromises, he has a lot of troubles, and he really can't help others! Ignoring his desire to speak, he stopped talking, because he loosened his muscles and bones, sweated, and appeared on the breakfast table in a bath in an infinitely comfortable mood.

After yesterday, Qiong'er finally understood in the mouths of those women why this palace was so clean, it turned out that the third uncle had never married a wife, nor did he serve a woman. Even the maintenance of the house is handed over to the military advisor in the army, and the inner house is jointly managed by Wan Po and Cui Mama.

So the breakfast table is the three of them, and as for the extra dates, they are the fourth son of the Emperor of Southern Xinjiang, and the prince is a compatriot. However, after the queen gave birth to this date, her body was weak and she couldn't survive the past few years.

This kid has been following the prince, and when he was five years old, he begged to go to the gate of King Wu and was sent to the palace for upbringing. This is ten years. It can be said that this jujube was a child raised by the third uncle like a son, and it accompanied him in his empty and lonely years.

Just after breakfast, the door came to report, and someone from the household department came, and the food and food delivery to the county lord of the sky were handed over to the money and grain accounts.

Yesterday, he was officially brought into the court by the third uncle, and was introduced to the emperor of Southern Xinjiang and hundreds of civil and military officials, so early to send his status symbol?

Food?

How long ago has this identity existed?

Questions that I had forgotten before came back to my mind (to be continued.) )