Lishan, Huaqing Palace, Nine Dragon Palace.

Empress Wu once again pulled Quan Ce to come here, and the six dragons returned to the sun, but their mood was completely different.

Xi He bare-chested and exposed his breasts, holding high the black overlord whip, in the raging flames, driving the chariot of the sun god, his spirit was flying, the sun god was crowned and broad, looking ahead, sitting upright, meticulous, and the eight winds did not move.

"Quan Ce, Xihe and the sun god, who lives more worthwhile, who lives faster?"

Empress Wu pondered for a long time, and suddenly asked.

Xihe is a slave, but he can be unbridled and unbridled, happy and hateful, the sun god is the master, but he is imprisoned by the rules, like a mud tire and wood sculpture, and cannot be free.

Empress Wu seems to take an unusual path and act without taboos, but as an emperor, she has to bow down to the etiquette and etiquette, and she can't break free from the shackles of powerful etiquette, which is vividly revealed in the selection of an heir.

Empress Wu did not dare to set up a female heir, and she failed to establish the Wu family, after all, there was only one way to return to Li Tang.

After nearly half a century of hustle and bustle in the political arena, everything is back to the starting point, and if she wants to enjoy the blood and incense of the Li family behind her, she can only be the queen, and she cannot be the emperor.

Every answer to this question is wrong, Quan Ce did not answer it positively, and responded with a Buddha verse, "The Buddha said, all living beings are suffering"

"Giggles"

Empress Wu's depressed state of mind was instantly broken, she turned around and glared at him, seeing his serious and serious appearance, her eyes were full of confusion about her sudden laughter, and she couldn't help laughing, she bent over with a smile, leaned on Quan Ce's shoulder, and didn't leave.

"You, you're getting more and more slippery," Empress Wu sighed, "This is also bitter, the more you get to a high position, the less you will be able to tell the truth...... There is no need to rush to defend yourself, you are so, why am I? ”

Quan Ce smiled slightly, and did not mean to open his mouth to defend himself, and he felt the sigh of the Empress Wu.

Being in a high position, involving inextricable connections, and a huge network of party henchmen are certainly the foundation of power, but sometimes, it will also make you involuntarily, carrying all kinds of labels, coordinating various demands, words and deeds, and always meeting the expectations of your followers in order to win true support.

This is also the reason why Quan Ce was worshiped by the Shilin literary circle, but he always kept his distance from them, and he even hinted that Wei Chuhou and Ming Shanbin and others would shoot and press from time to time, some people, some schools, can be used on the flanks, but they cannot be absorbed, otherwise, they will be coerced in it, and if they are not careful, they will be counterattacked.

Just like he taught Xue Chongjian at the beginning, the way of government, too black and too white is not the right way, only gray is the long-term way.

Ten years of ups and downs, weathered, he carefully planned, gathered a large number of elite cadres of the Li Wu royal family, and the rest were mainly capable and pragmatic ministers, empty talk, only suitable for holding high and shouting in the periphery.

"I canonized Li Jingrong, it is a last resort" Empress Wu exhaled like an orchid on the neck of Quan Ce, and her face was full of reminiscence, "Wu King Li Ke is not guilty to death, but he has to die, recalling the past, Emperor Taizong's favorite heir, he is the only one, the blood cannot be cut off, Li Qianlizi is not like a father, Li Jingrong has a lot to ......"

"I am the prince of other counties, it's just a coincidence, and I don't have any other intentions"

This was explained to Quan Ce, Li Jingrong was Quan Ce's enemy, and when he went on the expedition, he suddenly jumped from the third level of the marquis to the king of the county, and there was a lot of discussion in the court, and the more insipid ones said that this matter was out of place, and the fierce ones said that they were ill-intentioned.

Quan Ce has been quiet, and his men and horses are also moving, but instead of making waves, he tried his best to suppress the courtiers, and successfully controlled the matter under the water, without making trouble in the open.

Before the Great War, the stability and unity of the Great Zhou Dynasty were barely maintained.

Again and again, the power policy is based on the people of the family and the country, and the overall situation is maintained, which has never changed.

And then the heart of the emperor, after all, it is also fleshy, and the Empress Wu was finally touched, leaning on Quan Ce's shoulder, looking at his side face, her eyes were soft to the extreme.

Quan Ce took her hand, held her back with one hand, the tentacles were cool and slippery, and walked forward slowly, "Your Majesty, the minister has today, Lai Majesty's Longen, the reputation of the minister, ten, tied to Your Majesty's body, if there is no Your Majesty, then there will be no minister, therefore, the minister cares more about your jade body than Your Majesty, and enjoys the longevity"

Quan Ce still did not respond to Empress Wu head-on, but Empress Wu understood what he meant, it was nothing more than a son of heaven and a courtier, Quan Ce's reputation of loyalty and loyalty was one of his most dazzling political spectrums, if it collapsed one day, the foundation would be unstable.

Empress Wu smiled softly, relaxed her body, leaned on him, and walked slowly along his strength, regardless of Xidong.

"You have been in charge of me for many years, and your merits have long been difficult to reward, and I will not treat you badly, if it really comes to that day......"

"Your Majesty, look at ......" Quan Ce interrupted Empress Wu's words very impolitely, pointing into the distance.

Empress Wu pursed her lips and smiled, looking at the right strategy to avoid the topic, she actually gave birth to a little daughter's mood, and looked along his arm.

I don't know when, the two came to the highest attic of the Nine Dragons Palace, far away, on the official road, hunting with banners, galloping thousands of horses, and the torrent of iron armor, surging to the west.

It was the army of the Northern Expedition.

"Yeon-ki, can you win?" Empress Wu looked at it for a while, and the thick black swimming dragon, still unable to see the edge, muttered and asked.

"Surely" is resolute, resolute and confident.

Deep laugh lines bloomed on the back of the martial arts, and his eyes were closed, as if he was a little intoxicated.

This kind of feeling, she had when she was reading the Quan Ce Army's discussions, and now that Quan Ce is by her side, she feels even stronger.

After living for more than a month, she was a little unsure of herself, whether she wanted to be a towering ancient tree, smiling proudly in the sky, or wanting to be a Lingxiao flower, on the most magnificent iron branches, tenderly entangled.

As soon as this thought came out, Empress Wu was awe-struck, straightened up, and pushed Quan Ce away a little, "If there is nothing else to do, you can retreat first."

"Yes" Quan Ce is already very accustomed to the fickleness of the martial arts, he is not frightened or impatient, he bows his head and responds, and he turns around to do it.

"Another day, let your mother bring Yunxi, Furui, and two younger ones to the palace, I haven't seen them for a long time" There was a little ethereal advice from the Empress Wu behind him.

"Your Majesty"

Empress Wu has been watching his tall figure gradually drift away, and the sun shines on his body, turning into a ball of light, brilliant than the six dragons hovering on the top of the palace.

"All living beings are suffering, and they can't ask for the most suffering"

"A hundred causes must have results, you are my good karma, and probably my retribution"

Empress Wu was stunned for a long time, and put the purple shawl on her shoulder, and the warmth of Fang Cai melted away.

"Come on, summon Gorou and Rokuro to serve"

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