Nan Mohao nodded: "Yes." ”

Chu Chen turned his head to look at her: "Zixi, do we really want to raise the child for him?" ”

"Not sure for now." Zixi shook his head, his tone was calm and gentle, "Because I don't know yet, why does Emperor Xiu want our children." ”

Judging from Emperor Xiu's temperament and the current way he gets along with Qin Shang, the chances of this pavilion master getting married in the future are not very high.

Therefore, Zixi could almost conclude that Emperor Xiu wanted their children in order to cultivate the future rulers of the Nine Pavilions.

But she had the same questions in her heart as Qin Sheng before.

Jiuge has never participated in the imperial court, and even if he wants to adopt a child, he should not be their son.

The prince with the blood of the royal family will inevitably have an unclear relationship with the royal family in the future, even if he is bound by the rules of the Nine Pavilions, but he still has the blood of the royal family - this is a fact that no one can change.

Since Jiuge didn't want to be involved with the royal family, why did he choose a prince as his heir?

Zixi can't figure this out for the time being.

But she vaguely knew in her heart that Qin Sheng should have known the answer, but he didn't tell her - so, maybe there was something that couldn't be said?

"Is it possible that he wants the Nine Pavilion and the royal family to become a family?" Chu Chen groaned.

Zixi was slightly silent, and his eyes became a little subtle when he looked at him: "You are too whimsical, it is impossible for Emperor Xiu to do this." ”

Let Jiuge and the royal family become a family?

What to daydream about?

Chu Chen pouted, well, he also knew how unlikely this was to be.

How could Emperor Xiu, a person who is far away from the mortal world and lives like a hidden immortal, think of having something to do with the royal family?

The real reason, Zixi and Chu Chen don't know yet.

But they are not in a hurry to know, anyway, Emperor Xiu wants their child, it is impossible for them to send the child over, they must have to come by themselves.

In that case, it's better to wait for him to come.

Early the next morning, Nan Mohao sent a hidden guard out of the palace, and it took three days to rush to the top of the Nine Pavilions.

At that time, Qin Sheng was reading a book.

Returning to the top of the Nine Pavilions from the Shinshan Branch, it happened to be the twenty-sixth year of the previous year, and it was Chinese New Year's Eve after a few days of rest.

On Chinese New Year's Eve last year, Qin Xiang was alone in Xiling, experiencing the loneliness of being alone and the sadness and despair of physical and mental exhaustion, and this year he stayed on the mountain with Emperor Xiu to keep the New Year, and standing on the top of the mountain, he could see the brilliant fireworks in the distant sky.

Although it was still quiet and lonely, he enjoyed the warmth and tranquility in the coldness.

With the owner by your side, there is no need for any other unnecessary noise.

I spent Chinese New Year's Eve and New Year's Day quietly.

Since the second day of junior high school, Emperor Xiu officially began to teach Qin Shang martial arts, and every morning when the sky is slightly bright, he goes to the top of the mountain to meditate and absorb the essence of the sun and the moon.

When the first morning light came out from the east, Qin Sheng returned to the hall to read.

The martial arts cheats that Emperor Xiu selected for him, read it for himself, and quietly comprehend it.

After eating in the evening, after taking a break for tea, Emperor Xiu opened up the meridians for him, and infused a steady stream of true qi into his eight meridians and gathered in the dantian.

It was like this for several days in a row, and the days passed tightly and fully.

At noon on the fifth day of the first lunar month, the hidden guard sent by Nan Mohao arrived under the pavilion gate and asked to see the pavilion master.

Emperor Xiu sat on the pavilion corridor outside the water pavilion of the imperial palace and closed his eyes to recuperate, dressed in white and snowy, and was noble and dusty.

Qin Sheng sat cross-legged on the velvet carpet, with the martial arts cheats he had read in the past few days on his knees.