The air in the early morning was a little damp and cold, Yang Tianhong was wearing a single clothes, standing in front of the bed, looking at the gradually brightening sky with a refreshed mind. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the big bed behind him, there was a bunch of sleeping girls. They are as docile and lazy as the most obedient little animals, their smooth skin like fine silk in the faint light. The thin waist, slender and straight thighs, with a flushed and tired face, are full of temptation that is almost fatal to men. The big bed was a mess, and all kinds of bedding were thrown everywhere, which was simply the most obvious portrayal after the fierce battle.

The dancers are thinking about this place. They had made a big bed and had enough bedding in advance. The night before, the lamb and bread were filled with special spices. This unique way of cooking food is also the result of careful training by slave traders. The garlic is coated with special honey and the bread is infused with natural grass seeds, both of which have a stimulating effect. In the countries of the West Sea, this special diet has always been only available to adult men.

Lin Binglan had already woken up, but she felt that every muscle in her body was sore and weak, and she had no strength. It took her best effort to barely lift her eyelids, just in time to see the other two beautiful dancers smiling wryly at her.

Miscalculated.

Yang Tianhong's performance is surprising, he has an unimaginable madness. The dancers felt as if they had landed on the top of a tsunami storm and jumped high from the bottom of a cliff. The violent impact never stopped, and the body seemed to be torn alive by the storm. Fierce fighting continued all night. What's even more terrifying is that Yang Tianhong's impact strength has not weakened in the slightest. He didn't look like a beginner at all, but more like an experienced and battle-hardened fierce overlord. Lin Binglan fainted twice by herself, and as for others, she was powerless to take care of them at all, and she forced herself to cope with them by instinct.

Very strong man.

Very scary man.

It is also the favorite of women. Also full of fear and respect for men.

If the dancers only had respect and gratitude for Yang Tianhong before, then after this night that they will never forget, this man has completely conquered them from mind to body, from every corner and all aspects.

He. He is our King.

Yang Tianhong stared out the window, his mind clearer than ever.

It's not that he doesn't dislike these dancing girls. It's just that if you buy them just because you like them, it's not your intention.

They are a real asset, a formidable force.

A person with a spiritual root is definitely a proud son of heaven who is highly valued by any sect in the cultivation world.

Even Mahayana monks have a hard time distinguishing from ordinary people who has spiritual roots?

Huang Shiren is probably a special case. It is estimated that there are very few old monsters in the world who have lived for more than 100,000 years like him. What's more, Huang Shiren is his own servant. can see through whether ordinary people have spiritual roots.

Human monks also have a way of judging the spiritual root. It was a special magic weapon called the "Spirit Stone". It is quite difficult to make the Soul Stone, which requires the excavation of a huge natural crystal weighing more than 20 tons from a deep mountain mine, supplemented by other precious materials, and repeated washing and polishing of the surface of the crystal blocks before it can be used to form a usable spirit discernment device.

Many small and medium-sized cultivation sects do not have Debate Spirit Stones. Looking at the world, in addition to Taiyi Palace, only the Guiyuan Sect and more than a dozen other cultivation sects have this thing. Although the importance of the Debate Stone is self-evident, it is very troublesome to make and place. Even if you have. It is also necessary to dedicate a spacious enough space for decoration. Taking the Guiyuan Sect's Spirit Stone as an example, it occupies a room of hundreds of square meters.

Such a huge object. Of course, it is impossible to stuff it into a bag and carry it around.

It was so heavy that the thief would salivate and look elsewhere.

The Debate Stone is also extremely cumbersome to use. The monk must be brought to the giant crystal and hold the crystal firmly with both hands. If it is a genius with a spiritual root, the hedron will react with the subject. If it is an ordinary person, the spar is still a spar. Don't say it's glowing, and you won't even let out a fart.

In fact, all the ancestors in the cultivation world knew very well that there were a large number of people in the world who possessed spiritual roots. It's just that the spiritual root can't be seen with the naked eye at all. It's like a woman walking across the street. At most, you can only use her body shape and clothes as a reference to barely judge the woman's measurements. If you have the courage to ask her for a phone call, and you are lucky enough to ask her out to watch a movie for dinner, and then further develop a boyfriend and girlfriend relationship, you can take her to a hotel to open a room. However, when you take off your clothes, you will be surprised and frightened to find that this woman's breasts are actually flatter than those of the airport, and the plump and huge appearance on the surface is completely the illusion of prosthetic breasts attached to the body. As for the full and round buttocks, it is the camouflage effect created by the inflatable rubber. The woman's muscles in her lower limbs atrophied and looked like bones. Therefore, when deciding to find a woman to be a wife, you must be careful, and you must let her wash her face well in front of her and verify her identity. Otherwise, you won't be able to say it at all in the future.

In short, if you want to tell whether you have a spiritual root from ordinary people, you can only rely on the spirit stone. However, it is simply impossible to carry such a thing with you. Because of this, the chance of being able to illuminate a disciple with a spiritual root is so low that it can almost be ignored.

Yang Qiurong's master is a master of the Qingling Sect. Compared to Lin Binglan, Yang Qiurong's spiritual root was only one-third of her at most. Even so, in the Qingling Sect, Yang Qiurong was already qualified to be called a cultivation genius.

Yang Tianhong holds a lot of secrets.

He is covering the world with these secrets.

The spring competition has already made Yang Tianhong have a sense of crisis. He didn't want to be a fish to be slaughtered on the chopping block at some point in the future. There is no better way than to find a way to strengthen yourself.

Originally, it was planned that after a while, these dancing girls would be sent to the Guiyuan Sect and handed over to the sect master and master to cultivate carefully.

The reason why I asked them if they could do laundry and cook was to see if they still had the ability to take care of themselves. After all, Maihime was raised as a noble girl by slave traders since she was a child. If you don't even have the most basic life, even if you have a spiritual root, it's really hard to say what kind of cultivation level you will develop in the future.

According to the original plan, Yang Tianhong planned to raise these dancing girls in the outer courtyard of the Yang Mansion for a few years. Firmly cultivate loyalty, and then send it to the Guiyuan Sect.

Just kidding, Lao Tzu is not a fool who makes wedding dresses for others for nothing. Human thinking is constantly changing with the environment. Now as a slave, he knows how to be loyal to his master. When they became monks in the future, no one dared to guarantee that they would not turn their faces and deny people. In the world, you can use a knife to kill people for a tael of silver. The cultivation world can also turn against each other for a pill. When the time comes, who cares if you are my master or not? Who cares if you saved me from misery back then?

Between a woman and a man, as long as there is the most intimate physical communication, the complete memory of that man can really be left in the mind.

The dancers are very active, and Yang Tianhong will not refuse. This is a kind of subconscious hypnosis, although the effect of the blood contract between the wild beast and the master is so strong, but it is also a very effective master-servant consciousness. The more important reason is that these dancing girls have been trained by slave traders since they were children, and they have an extremely strong servile mentality. Once they are absolutely loyal to someone. I will never change my mind.

Outside the window, the sun has risen. Facing the warm and warm light, Yang Tianhong raised his head and closed his eyes.

The faint morning light shone in from outside, and although the dancers were tired, the strict routine they had developed over the years still made them wake up at a fixed time. When they opened their eyes, they saw Yang Tianhong with his back to them. In the morning light. His body appeared perfect and powerful, and his burly, strong muscles were full of masculinity. It is not difficult to understand why he was so vigorous last night, and it can even be said that he has such a strong energy and physique, ravaging all the dancing girls as if they were dead once.

It's painful, but it's also very happy.

Lin Binglan struggled to get up from the bed, slowly walked behind Su Hao, and opened her arms. Gently hug this man who has completely conquered himself from his mind and body.

With the first person to stand up, the rest of the dancing girls followed suit. Soon, Yang Tianhong was already full of people standing on the left and right. In the middle, he didn't move, still enjoying the sun with his eyes closed. From a distance, it looks as if the statue is surrounded by many admirers. Worship the gods.

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Princess Jing'an likes Yuqing Palace very much. Every time you enter the palace, you have to rest here for a few days. It is located next to the Imperial Garden, and there is a large lotus pond next to it, which is very cool, especially in summer.

Emperor Shunming Xiang Zhong sat opposite Princess Jing'an, and the expression on his face was very peaceful.

Among the many royal relatives, only Princess Jing'an can make Emperor Shunming feel at ease and give enough respect.

This aunt has been very good to Emperor Shunming since she was a child. In the harem, you have always fought for me. Either to gain the emperor's favor, or to fight for power for the sake of his children. All kinds of bloody and bloody winds, Emperor Shunming has seen a lot and experienced a lot. Princess Jing'an is a special case among all the royal families. She married the previous generation Shuo Anhou, that is, Song Li's father. It's just that the man has a shallow life, and he died of illness within a few years. The widowed Princess Jing'an raised her son single-handedly. Perhaps because of her love for the house and Wu, Princess Jing'an also gave Emperor Shunming no less love than her son. In the eyes of Emperor Shunming, Princess Jing'an is even more worthy of respect than her mother.

The chamberlain opened the food box brought by Princess Jing'an and laid out a few delicate snacks on the coffee table.

Princess Jing'an was very interested, and said with a smile: "I happened to be interested in cooking, so I made some vegetable buns." I remember when my majesty was a child, I liked tofu skin and cabbage stuffing the most, but I don't know if it tastes the same as in the past?"

Emperor Shunming smiled, picked up one casually, took a bite and savored it. That's right, the buns stuffed with tofu skin and minced meat are very delicious and the taste has not changed.

The food on the table also has mung bean porridge, which is cooked well. You can drink without utensils, just pick up a bowl.

There are many kinds of imperial meals, but Emperor Shunming feels that they are far inferior to the steamed buns made by his aunt's mother. Perhaps, this is the inexplicable connection between blood relatives. Happy, I ate several in a row, and drank two bowls of mung bean porridge.

Princess Jing'an's eyebrows and eyes were full of smiles, and the wrinkles appeared even more. She is a very careful woman, and she has long been familiar with Emperor Shunming's work and rest time. Now at this time, Emperor Shunming has almost finished his official business, and there is still a period of time before dinner, and it is usually the imperial dining room to offer refreshments. These buns were brought over, which just satisfied Emperor Shunming's appetite.

That's shrewdness, that's the means.

If you change to other noble relatives and want to enter the palace to ask Your Majesty for business, you must bring rare objects as an exchange. Or, it is to take advantage of blood kinship. Roundabout the demand. As everyone knows, these practices are very stupid, and they are easy to arouse His Majesty's disgust.

The two Xuantian horses were already tied to Princess Jing'an's stable. She had seen that the two wild beasts did not have a single variegated hair on their bodies, and they were shining silver in the sunlight, and they were extremely majestic.

Even Xuan Tianjun. It is also divided into upper, middle and lower grades. His son Song Li was full of praise for the wild beast sent by Yang Tianhong, claiming that this was the best breed. Princess Jing'an tasted the same. Looking at the rich and powerful people in Beijing, there is no one who can match the desolate beast. Even in the palace, the few Xuantian horses in Emperor Shunming's stable are not as bright as the fur of the desolate beasts in their own homes.

It can be seen that Yang Tianhong is really attentive in this matter. Of course, the price sold to Princess Jing'an is also very cheap. At the beginning, it was said that as much as it was set, there was no extra penny of silver, and there were no strings attached.

Since you have cast a peach. Of course, I want to repay the favor.

Yang Tianhong's thoughts, Princess Jing'an can guess some of them. It's nothing more than that he feels that his current official position is lowly and wants to go to the next level.

Everyone in the world knows that the gods are good, but they can't forget their fame. Even in the midst of cultivation, he is still very obsessed with the worldly powerful.

If it were someone else, Princess Jing'an would only sneer at such flattery. But Yang Tianhong is different, this son dared to resign at a young age, if it is about courage and boldness. There are really few people in the Great Chu Dynasty who can compare with it. If he wants a high-ranking civil official, Princess Jing'an still finds it quite tricky. The position of martial arts is different. If you want to get the real power to lead the troops, you must go to the border fortress. That kind of bitter cold and remote place has never been of interest to many people.

In short, this favor is easy to return. At least that's what Princess Jing'an thinks.

Emperor Shunming was very excited and very happy. Only when facing this aunt did he not have to play any intrigues.

The atmosphere of talking is sufficient. It's just that there is still a lack of an appropriate opportunity. Princess Jing'an laughed with her, telling the jokes of Emperor Shunming's childhood, and for a while, the atmosphere in the Yuqing Palace was harmonious, and laughter continued to be heard.

Dongfang Kong, the chief attendant, walked in from outside the hall. The smile on Emperor Shunming's face gradually faded. It's a little regrettable, and I'm a little tired.

Although Dongfang Kong is a close confidant, his relationship is not as close as Princess Jing'an. Every time Dongfang Kong appears, it brings something more or less. Although not everything is a national event, there are many things that can always be tiresome.

Emperor Shunming put away the thoughts that had just been relaxed for a long time, and asked lightly: "Say it! What's the matter?"

Dongfang Kong's wrinkled old face had a smile that knew the other party's mind. He had a whisk in his arms, his body was stiff, and his voice also had the hoarse characteristics of an old man, so he first saluted Princess Jing'an, and then turned to Emperor Shunming, and said, "Your Majesty, the selected horses have been sent over from the Imperial Garden." It's just that there are not enough red horses, and there are only seventeen of them. ”

The gloomy color on Emperor Shunming's face became deeper and deeper.

In two months, it is the annual sacrificial ceremony of the Chu State. According to custom, the emperor must lead the civil and military officials to the altar in the eastern suburbs. This is an extremely grand ceremony, because it is related to the fortune of the country, from the monarch of Chu to the common people. This year, Emperor Shunming was ingenious, and at the same time, in order to show his national strength, he decided to bring all the officers above the captain level of the guards battalions to the sacrifice. New officer uniforms are being made, and the horses on which officers ride are divided into different coat colors according to different battalions. The matter of selecting horses will be handed over to Dongfang Kong. Who would have thought that there would be enough soap-colored and black-colored horses, but there would be a serious shortage of red horses.

The Imperial Garden Stable is a royal stable where more than 30,000 horses are kept all year round. Of course, this was when Emperor Shunming's grandfather was in the past. There are two other places like the Imperial Garden. Compared to more than 100 years ago, the number of horses in the Imperial Garden Stable has dropped considerably. The situation on the northern frontier was unstable, and the channels for importing horses were inevitably affected. Because of the presence of Princess Jing'an, Dongfang Kong did not explain. In fact, the number of horses raised in the Yuyuan stable is about 10,000. Despite repeated lowering of requirements, the number of red horses participating in the sacrifice was still insufficient. In this way, Emperor Shunming's plan can only find another way to compromise.

"The Northland is not safe!"

Turning around and looking up at the clear sky outside the window, Emperor Shunming let out a helpless sigh: "I am the emperor of Chu State, with the dangers of mountains and rivers, the wealth of rivers, tens of millions of people in China, and millions of ironclads, but I can't even take out a few hundred red horses...... It's a big joke. ”

Princess Jing'an and Dongfang Kong both fell silent.

The state of Chu has a special topography, bordering Rongdi in the north and barbarians in the south. As for the east, although facing the sea and having the heavy profits of salt, fish and shrimp, it was constantly harassed by the Japanese from the far east. The only area that is stable is the part bordering Wei to the west. The states of Chu and Wei had not been at war for decades, and the two countries had entered into an offensive and defensive alliance. With Wei as a barrier to the west, Chu was also free to deal with threats from other directions one by one. (To be continued.) )