Just as the Qianqin girl on the high platform asked this question, in a large hall near the sea at the eastern end of the Shanhai Continent, a middle-aged man sitting on the main seat suddenly sneezed.

"Your Majesty?"

Sitting opposite the man, an old man in Tsing Yi put down the scroll in his hand and looked at it, "What's wrong with you?" You won't get cold, will you? ”

Saying that, the old man looked at the window facing the sea, and immediately the palace man with eyes hurriedly closed the window.

"No, it's not a cold," the man waved his hand to let all the palace people in the palace go down, and then stepped down from the throne.

He looked at the old man in Tsing Yi and said lightly, "Although it is not as good as the national teacher, the widow is also a fourth-level cultivator." ”

The man squinted at the scroll in the old man's hand that hadn't turned a page for half an hour and said, "You don't know that widows don't catch a cold at all, do you?" ”

He looked into the eyes of the old man in front of him, and quietly called out the name of the person in front of him, "Dongfang Yi." ”

Southern Chu National Teacher, Dongfang Yi, the former Qinglong Shenzi, put down the scroll in his hand when he heard this, and bowed to the person in front of him, "It's the old minister who is presumptuous, Your Majesty." ”

The man who was called His Majesty didn't say anything when he heard this, just looked at the Heaven Rank cultivator in front of him in silence who had watched him grow up since he was a child.

With this presumptuousness, the eldest of the eight gods, raised his head and quietly looked at the monarch in front of him who had been on the throne for the shortest time on the Shanhai Continent.

Inheriting the ancestral industry is for the new monarch.

The man standing in front of Dongfang Yi looked like he was about to stand in his prime, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, dragon and phoenix posture, which was an extremely standard military general's appearance, but a pair of brown eyes made his lines not so hard. Because he was born extremely handsome, he looked younger than his actual age.

The only regret is that on this man's handsome face, there is a small scar on his ear, which leaves a deep impression.

Noticing the gaze of the old man in front of him, the middle-aged man felt something, raised his hand and touched the scar on his ear, with a strange expression.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?" Dongfang Yi said in surprise.

"Widow...... Forget it, this way of speaking is really twisted," the man touched the scar on his face, "I told you a long time ago, when there are only two of us, you don't have to be so rigid, just call me like you did when you were a child, Uncle Yi." ”

"That old minister might as well be respectful," Dongfang Yi straightened his waist and looked at Zhao Duren, the eldest prince of Eastern Wu who had grown up, "Your Highness, are you uncomfortable?" ”

"I ......" the young Soochow monarch looked at the sea outside the window and touched the scar on his face, "I just had a little pain in this scar. ”

"This scar ......" Dongfang Yi stared at the face of the man in front of him, and his expression suddenly became a little subtle.

All the younger officials of Eastern Wu will have a question in their hearts, that is, the scar on the face of their noble monarch.

Zhao Duren, the monarch of Eastern Wu, is now a hegemon. Even before he succeeded to the throne, because he was the eldest son of the king of Eastern Wu, he would undoubtedly become the next king of Eastern Wu, and no one on the Shanhai Continent would dare to touch his moldy head except for the royal family.

Moreover, Zhao Duren was not only from a noble and impeccable background, but among the princes and sons of various countries back then, he was the strongest in terms of cultivation ability and ability to lead troops to fight.

When he was in his early twenties, he won the title of the first general of Eastern Wu, and he was the only royal child among the young generals of the Shanhai Continent.

Of course, Zhao Duren was able to become the so-called No. 1 general back then, and there were factors such as veterans giving way to pushing young people to come out and giving face to the king of Eastern Wu, but Zhao Duren's personal ability is indeed real.

Able to be literate and martial arts, and then compare with the eldest sons of other princes and monarchs who are sick or crazy, even if they are arrogant, but when they see His Royal Highness Zhao Duren of Dongwu back then, which family will not boast that the ancestral tomb of the Zhao family of Dongwu is smoking.

The first general of Soochow......

Dongfang Yi looked at the scar on Zhao Duren's face indescribably.

Who would have thought that the scar on Zhao Duren's face was related to his name back then.

The son of a dignified monarch has a scar on his face It is indeed strange, but thinking of Zhao Duren's former experience as a military general, he can barely say the past. But the scar on his face was not a knife wound or a sword wound.

but it was left by a man with his bare hands.

(Contains an anti-theft chapter, replaced at 8 a.m.)

Just as the Qianqin girl on the high platform asked this question, in a large hall near the sea at the eastern end of the Shanhai Continent, a middle-aged man sitting on the main seat suddenly sneezed.

"Your Majesty?"

Sitting opposite the man, an old man in Tsing Yi put down the scroll in his hand and looked at it, "What's wrong with you?" You won't get cold, will you? ”

Saying that, the old man looked at the window facing the sea, and immediately the palace man with eyes hurriedly closed the window.

"No, it's not a cold," the man waved his hand to let all the palace people in the palace go down, and then stepped down from the throne.

He looked at the old man in Tsing Yi and said lightly, "Although it is not as good as the national teacher, the widow is also a fourth-level cultivator." ”

The man squinted at the scroll in the old man's hand that hadn't turned a page for half an hour and said, "You don't know that widows don't catch a cold at all, do you?" ”

He looked into the eyes of the old man in front of him, and quietly called out the name of the person in front of him, "Dongfang Yi." ”

Southern Chu National Teacher, Dongfang Yi, the former Qinglong Shenzi, put down the scroll in his hand when he heard this, and bowed to the person in front of him, "It's the old minister who is presumptuous, Your Majesty." ”

The man who was called His Majesty didn't say anything when he heard this, just looked at the Heaven Rank cultivator in front of him in silence who had watched him grow up since he was a child.

With this presumptuousness, the eldest of the eight gods, raised his head and quietly looked at the monarch in front of him who had been on the throne for the shortest time on the Shanhai Continent.

Inheriting the ancestral industry is for the new monarch.

The man standing in front of Dongfang Yi looked like he was about to stand in his prime, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, dragon and phoenix posture, which was an extremely standard military general's appearance, but a pair of brown eyes made his lines not so hard. Because he was born extremely handsome, he looked younger than his actual age.

The only regret is that on this man's handsome face, there is a small scar on his ear, which leaves a deep impression.

Noticing the gaze of the old man in front of him, the middle-aged man felt something, raised his hand and touched the scar on his ear, with a strange expression.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?" Dongfang Yi said in surprise.

"Widow...... Forget it, this way of speaking is really twisted," the man touched the scar on his face, "I told you a long time ago, when there are only two of us, you don't have to be so rigid, just call me like you did when you were a child, Uncle Yi." ”

"That old minister might as well be respectful," Dongfang Yi straightened his waist and looked at Zhao Duren, the eldest prince of Eastern Wu who had grown up, "Your Highness, are you uncomfortable?" ”

"I ......" the young Soochow monarch looked at the sea outside the window and touched the scar on his face, "I just had a little pain in this scar. ”

"This scar ......" Dongfang Yi stared at the face of the man in front of him, and his expression suddenly became a little subtle.

All the younger officials of Eastern Wu will have a question in their hearts, that is, the scar on the face of their noble monarch.

Zhao Duren, the monarch of Eastern Wu, is now a hegemon. Even before he succeeded to the throne, because he was the eldest son of the king of Eastern Wu, he would undoubtedly become the next king of Eastern Wu, and no one on the Shanhai Continent would dare to touch his moldy head except for the royal family.

Moreover, Zhao Duren was not only from a noble and impeccable background, but among the princes and sons of various countries back then, he was the strongest in terms of cultivation ability and ability to lead troops to fight.

When he was in his early twenties, he won the title of the first general of Eastern Wu, and he was the only royal child among the young generals of the Shanhai Continent.

Of course, Zhao Duren was able to become the so-called No. 1 general back then, and there were factors such as veterans giving way to pushing young people to come out and giving face to the king of Eastern Wu, but Zhao Duren's personal ability is indeed real.

Able to be literate and martial arts, and then compare with the eldest sons of other princes and monarchs who are sick or crazy, even if they are arrogant, but when they see His Royal Highness Zhao Duren of Dongwu back then, which family will not boast that the ancestral tomb of the Zhao family of Dongwu is smoking.

The first general of Soochow......

Dongfang Yi looked at the scar on Zhao Duren's face indescribably.

Who would have thought that the scar on Zhao Duren's face was related to his name back then.

The son of a dignified monarch has a scar on his face It is indeed strange, but thinking of Zhao Duren's former experience as a military general, he can barely say the past. But the scar on his face was not a knife wound or a sword wound.

but it was left by a man with his bare hands.

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