Liu Qinglian laughed and said, "Really am I stupid? Generally, most of the people who talk about it are secretly doing things! ”

Zhou Zhiruo also said quietly: "Sister Xiao Zhao, all these years, you have served in front of your senior brother, I heard that many people below secretly call you a mastermother!" ”

Liu Qinglian pressed the sword on her waist with one hand and said, "Say, how far have you and my brother developed?" ”

Xiao Zhao first looked at the second daughter with some grievances, but saw that the two of them were unmoved, and they immediately pinched their waists with both hands and snorted.

"In that case, then I won't pretend."

"You ask me how far I have developed with Childe, as you thought, except for the last step, everything that needs to be done has been done!"

"What do you mean?" Zhou Zhiruo, who has always maintained his demeanor with a calm face, can't hold it at the moment.

"It's literal!" Xiao Zhao smiled: "Even if Childe is bathing, I will serve you, what else do you mean?" ”

Liu Qinglian cut off, "What's this, the young master of a big family, who can't find a maid to try out before getting married?" ”

Xiao Zhao's face turned pale when he said this, his hands were clenched, why is this surnamed Liu so poisonous in his mouth?

"What, you're not convinced, you want to hit me?"

With a sigh of relief, Liu Qinglian took out the long sword at her waist, pointed at Xiao Zhao, and then pointed at Zhou Zhiruo.

"They are all sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes, let's not play the harem of jealousy, open and secret fighting, today, let's use martial arts to determine who is the boss of this harem!

The one who wins is the queen, and the one who loses is obedient, and no one is allowed to cause trouble in the future, dare to compare? ”

"Compare to compare!"

Zhou Zhiruo turned around and entered the dormitory and took out the Yitian Sword that was placed on the table last night.

Xiao Zhao also turned around and entered a certain room, and pulled out two iron chains from inside.

This iron chain is made of extraterrestrial meteoric iron, the material is extraordinary, and she has been wearing it since she was a child, and she has long been accustomed to using it as a weapon.

"Very good, it seems that both of you are prepared, so today, let's speak according to our abilities!"

Among several people, Liu Qinglian's cultivation is the highest, and according to the cultivation of the bronze mirror, it is already the eighth cultivation of the acquired realm, which is similar to the cultivation when he first met Song Xuan.

Zhou Zhiruo and Xiao Zhaoxiu are a little worse, but the weapons in their hands are made of extraordinary materials, if they really fight, it is really hard to say who wins and who loses.

When the words fell, the three of them shot at the same time, and for a while, the sword light flickered, and the iron chains were in the air, and outside the dormitory, there was a roar of weapons colliding.

This huge movement quickly attracted the Ouchi guards stationed in the palace, but after seeing the figures of the three people fighting, the guards turned around and retreated in tacit understanding, blocking the perimeter of the dormitory, prohibiting anyone from entering rashly.

"The Great Age of Genes"

Everyone knows that they can't afford to provoke any of the three people inside, and the most important thing at this time is to seal the dormitory to prevent outsiders from seeing it, and then send people to quickly spread the news to His Majesty.

.......

The surrounding area of the school field outside the southern city is already crowded with people, and today on the day when the emperor of the Wu Dynasty sacrificed to the sky and ascended the throne, almost all the people in the imperial capital came.

Some of the people who couldn't squeeze into the school yard were lying on the taller buildings nearby, looking out from afar.

Outside the south of the city, there was a tide of people, and the sixth commander of the Tsing Yi Guards dispatched 20,000 Tsing Yi Wei Ti horses, all carrying bows and arrows, carrying long knives at their waists, and even black firearms on horseback, forming a cordon to block the surging flow of people outside.

In the school field, countless elite soldiers are all well-armed, their morale is high, and their expressions are indescribably proud, they have already stood neatly and solemnly on the school field, forming one neat phalanx after another, waiting for His Majesty's review!

When the sun was rising, Emperor Wu Song Xuan drove the emperor's chariot by 3,000 Tsing Yi Wei to open the way in the grand music, and slowly drove into the school field.

Pulled by the twelve war horses of the same color, in front of the chariot of the Son of Heaven, the dense Yellow Dragon, the Missionary, the Xuanwu, the Green Dragon, the White Tiger, the Xuanwu, and all kinds of single dragon fans, double dragon fans, embroidered fans, etc., emerge in endlessly, showing the majesty of the emperor, vast and solemn.

After the Son of Heaven charioted, the Ministry of Civil Affairs played a grand and loud music, and the civil and military officials followed closely and walked slowly.

In the magnificent music, Song Xuan, followed by hundreds of officials, came to the center of the school field, where a tall and wide rooftop stood there.

Song Xuan stepped out of the car and looked around.

Subsequently, under the fanatical admiration of hundreds of people and soldiers, step by step, he stepped on the stairs and came to the top of the high platform.

On the high platform, there is a square table, on which are placed three bowls of wine.

Song Xuan picked up the first bowl of wine, held it high above his head, and looked up at the nine heavens.

"I, Song Xuan, tell the Emperor Tianhou Tu, the ancestor of China!"

Spilling the wine on the ground, Song Xuan picked up the second bowl again and continued: "Since the fall of the Southern Song Dynasty and the invasion of barbarians, it has been more than a hundred years since foreign races entered the Central Plains.

And I obey the will of heaven, expel the Tartar captivity, restore China, and glorify my Han family. ”

The second cup of wine was spilled, Song Xuan picked up the third bowl of wine, looked up to the sky and said in a deep voice: "I, Song Xuan, cast an altar to worship the sky, and announce the heavens and the earth-

Today at the beginning of the first month, the establishment of the country "martial", ordered by the sky, both longevity and eternal prosperity! ”

"Hooray! Hooray......"

In the school field, hundreds of thousands of soldiers shouted in unison, like ten thousand thunders roaring, shaking for nine days.

Countless people who watched the ceremony also shouted frantically, hoping that the Holy Son would be alive and the people would be able to live a good life.

After the ceremony of sacrificing to the heavens, Song Xuan returned to the Taiji Hall under the follow-up of the Manchu Dynasty civil and military forces.

Before entering the hall, suddenly a large internal guard hurriedly came and muttered a few words in the ear of the sixth elder of the Tsing Yi guard.

Lao Liu's face was a little strange, then he waved his hand, signaled the other party to step back, and then trotted all the way to Song Xuan, whispering something.

Song Xuan's expression was calm, he nodded slowly, and then turned to look at the civil and military officials behind him, and ordered: "Wait and enter the palace first, I will come later!" ”

After the words fell, followed by a group of Tsing Yi guards, Song Xuan hurried towards the location of the dormitory.

After the emperor left, Li Shanchang, Liu Bowen and the others glanced at each other, but they didn't say anything.

Obviously, something should have happened in His Majesty's harem, and His Majesty must personally come forward to deal with it.

The affairs of the emperor's harem are too sensitive, and they are not something that these foreign ministers can discuss at will.

......

Outside the dormitory, the ground paved with blue bricks was already in shambles, and the walls were even more dilapidated and damaged.

When Song Xuan stepped over, the first thing he saw was Xiao Zhao, whose face was swollen, sitting on the ground with a depressed face.

Not far from her, Liu Qinglian held two severed swords, looking at the swords in her hand in a daze, with a blank expression.

Only Zhou Zhiruo, holding his sword in his chest with both hands, looked very calm.

When he saw Song Xuan coming, he even saluted, "Senior brother, I'm sorry for your trouble!" ”