Yuan Ji was stunned and said, "The old lady is mistaken."

"You can't be wrong." The old lady retracted her gaze and threaded the needle, "His daughter's 100-day wine old body has also given gifts, and the old body can remember these things more clearly than the bookkeeper in the house."

Yuan Ji smiled awkwardly and said casually, "Maybe Wufeng has two daughters."

"A girl's family at this age should also be married." The old lady was interested, "Call her."

Yuanji beckoned out of the window, and the girl turned her head to see it, she reluctantly looked at the butterfly that was gradually flying away, and then pouted and turned down the mountain rock, and walked towards the wing.

The servants and maids were relieved when they saw this, and immediately bowed to the side room, and then withdrew from the courtyard in an orderly manner.

The girl entered the house, walked up to Motoyoshi and stood, without saying a word.

The old lady raised her arm and straightened the line, and asked, "What is it called?" Chinese Net

Hearing this, the girl looked at Yuanji.

Motoyoshi explained, "Old lady, she hasn't chosen a name yet."

"No name?" The old lady looked up at the girl in surprise, and she sighed, "How can that be? If a person doesn't have a name, he can't be a person." She looked at Yuanji Shuluo complainingly, "You're a master, so you don't want to give her a name? In the future, if she grows up, others will feed and feed her vigorously, what kind of system will she become? Child." She smiled kindly and stretched out her hand, "Come here."

The girl still stood there, and she looked at Motoyoshi, as if waiting for him to speak.

Motoyoshi nudged her shoulder and said, "Call the old lady."

When the girl approached, she clasped her hands into fists and shouted with full anger, "Old lady!"

Yuan Ji couldn't help pinching his forehead, but the old lady was stunned when she heard this, and immediately burst into laughter.

She laughed lightly, pointed at the girl and said, "It's like a charlatan, this voice is loud."

The old lady took the girl by the hand and led her to sit on the edge of the couch.

"Everyday negligent discipline." Yuan Ji glared at the girl, "It's rude, don't blame the old lady."

The girl was so frightened that she craned her neck and pursed her lips to avoid squeaking.

"If you are asked to be a big man and take a girl, don't you have to teach you to be different?" The old lady patted the girl on the shoulder and motioned, "Turn around, the old man will comb your hair."

The girl stiffened her back and let the old lady untie her crown, her long waterfall hair tilting down to cover the side of her face.

"What good hair, I'll give it to you, comb it well." The old lady fumbled to pick up the wooden comb from the cabinet, and as she combed it, she said, "This summer is here, and it's the day of the draft again. Do you know about this?"

"Yes." Yuan Ji nodded, "Every summer, Kyushu has a boudoir daughter in the draft. The one who wins the crown is the concubine Niangniang."

"Your Majesty is not like the first emperor, and there are only three sons under your knees. The King of Jin is smart and decent, and the King of Qin is heroic, but in the early years, there were three princes, King Qi, but ......" The old lady held the end of the girl's hair and slowly combed it, "A fire, God is jealous."

When these words fell, a maid in front of the door was waiting with pastries, the old lady was busy with her hands, but she raised her chin slightly, and the maids walked in one by one, and put the pastries and fruits on the couch one after another.

Yuan Ji picked up the osmanthus cake on the plate, handed it to the girl, and said, "Your Majesty is now in charge of the court, and his body and bones are the same as the sky.

The girl's hair was knotted, and her teeth were grinning when she was combed, and her eyes lit up when she saw Motoyoshi handing her pastry, and after taking it, she hurriedly stuffed it into her mouth and chewed it contentedly.

"It's a light word, but who can listen to it and believe it? Who doesn't know that the real phoenix in the harem can't rub sand in his eyes?" The old lady held the ends of her hair and combed it over and over again, "This annual draft is full of flowers, and the things in the harem, you don't understand a man, it's messy."

Yuanji took the orange and peeled it, took a petal and handed it over, and the girl took it and stuffed it into her mouth.

Yuanji had slender fingers, and after peeling the skin, he held up the orange flesh and asked, "What does the old lady mean?"

"Girls should chew and swallow slowly when eating, and don't show their teeth." The old lady patted the girl on the shoulder educationally, and she waited for the girl to nod in answer before continuing, "After

The palace has four palaces, three concubines were added to the draft in the first three years, and the harem warbler Yanyan is a woman of good age, but even when Pang Boyi was in power, he never heard that there was a concubine in the harem who was pregnant with a dragon. This matter is a matter of the inner palace, and it is not in His Majesty, but in the person who is interested in it."

Yuan Ji raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "It's her."

"You are saying that the queen is, guessing is guessing. If this mouth can reveal the sin of stealing the family, then won't the law drawn up by the Chen family for generations be a blank piece of paper?" After the old lady finished speaking sternly, she suddenly sighed in discouragement, "The three concubines of this wind and snow can be described as resentful in the boudoir. Every year in the draft, there are countless women who enter the palace and get the body of a concubine, but which one have you ever seen live in the Guanghan Palace? Here's the problem."

Yuan Ji's body shook slightly, and he remembered the chaotic battle on the day of the Chongdu Rebellion. He followed King Qin to rush into the inner palace to escort him, and when Pang Boyi died, he was in Guanghan Palace.

And in front of the main entrance hangs a portrait of Le Wushuang.

Motoyoshi whispered almost silently, "He's looking for her?"

"Le Wushuang really doesn't live like a human being, but like a ...... Goblins." The old lady shook the girl's long hair, and she sighed wistfully and said, "A living person is bewitched by the genius of Kyushu when he is alive, like a poisonous choking throat. And the one who is most poisoned is His Majesty. Alas." She tied her hair in a bun for the girl, "A dead man, but living in the heart of the co-lord of the world, he is naturally looking for her, but he is looking for a person who looks like her, or a god-like person, but this ......" She suddenly stopped, turned to Yuanji and asked, "Even if you find it, Le Wushuang has long since died, can the new person replace the old man?"

Yuan Ji shook his head wordlessly.

"I'm afraid it's even more sad to find it." The old lady put her hair in a bun for the girl, and she looked really slim, revealing the cute demeanor of this age. She put her arm around the girl's shoulders and told the truth, "When a person's dream is broken, it is when Chongdu is dusk. As an emperor, no one can be alone, and no one can be satisfied. He is the master of the world, but he lives like a child, he wants this and that, but in the end, he gets nothing."

Yuanji's face returned to calm, he thought for a moment and asked, "Nothing?"

"Of course, he is, and so are you." The old lady patted the girl on the shoulder to signal that she could go, and she slowly turned to the low desk and sat upright, "The inner city is now under construction, I heard that your dragon gang is also building?"

The girl hurriedly snatched the plate from the table and stuffed it into her mouth as she ran out.

Motoyoshi nodded and said, "Yes."

"Yuanji, your life experience, the son of the old body has come to tell everything. The old body knows everything it should know, but the old body can pretend not to know and what you're doing." The old lady looked at Yuan Ji with a straight face, and persuaded earnestly, "This building is not under construction, since ancient times, the battle for the heir has been a life of nine deaths, you don't have to put yourself in it." The old body and Le Wushuang are fellow villagers, and you are very similar to her. The old body admires her talent, and even more jealousy. But in the final analysis, the old body advises you. Your name is not right, don't get involved in the competition between the King of Jin and the King of Qin, since ancient times, the change of emperors is like a wave of water, wave after wave, and we are all the sand on the shore, close away and unharmed, close to the whole body, you, do you understand?"

Yuanji's expression moved slightly, he stared at the old lady, and asked, "Since the old lady knows everything, why don't you do the far sand on the shore?" but advised me to avoid it?"

"You're a child." The old lady dusted her sleeves, she pursed her lips and smiled kindly, "And the old body is already a mother, and the old body has seen too much of the world. When I get older, I always feel that I should lead people to goodness. Maybe it's because the husband who died early in the old body talks a lot about the old body in his dreams, and there are times when he can't get used to it." She took Yuanji's hand and patted it gently, "Listen to the old man's advice, everyone has their own lives, let it go."

Yuan Ji let the old lady hold his hand, and after a long time he raised his eyes and said, "I never thought about fighting for power, but here." He withdrew his hand and pointed to his heart, "There is a truth I want to know."

The old lady looked at him quietly, with scrutiny in her eyes. After a long time, she said calmly, "So, in the future, I will often come to the house as a guest, and bring that girl with me."

Yuan Ji nodded, but the old lady suddenly waved out

and shouted "girl."

The girl sprang out of the flowers, her head staring at the broken petals, and she looked curiously into the inner room.

The old lady shook the pastry in her hand and cried out, "Do you want to?"

The girl suddenly rushed into the room, and was about to reach out to grab the pastry, but Yuanji suddenly glared sideways.

The girl immediately withdrew her hand and stood motionless.

"Don't be afraid. Give." The old lady took her hand and put the pastry into her hand, then gently leaned in and asked, "Would it be nice for you to give you a name?"

The girl glanced at Motoyoshi, then looked at the old lady and asked, "What's the name?"

"Hmm...... Think about it." The old lady held her head up and thought, "From now on, you will be called ......."

There was a pause at this point, and both Motoyoshi and the girl looked at her.

She paused for more than a moment, and then suddenly put her finger on the girl's forehead and said.

"Wu Shiyue, okay?"

The wind and sand are rolling in the sky, and the red sand in the hinterland of the right courtyard ruins is rolling like a wave.

Above this vast desert, the eagle soared into the sky, the pair of blazing eagle eyes stared downward, and a cold light followed, cutting an arc in mid-air, flying downward, towards the figure who was running quickly!

Airplanes!

The sharp spear grazed his shoulder, and the black iron armor clangled in the grinding sound, and when the armor broke, a splash of blood fell in the wind.

"Quick, put me down!" Shan Yicheng gritted his teeth and spilled blood, "Even if you have superior physical strength, you will not be able to escape their pursuit after running like this, hurry, cough!"

The blood trickled down his chin and fell on Jiang Baichuan's shoulder, dripping down the corner of the armor.

Jiang Baichuan gasped for breath while running, he rushed out of the siege with the mountain on his back, and ran wildly all the way without stopping for half a minute, at this moment he had already left the hinterland of the right court ruins of the desert, and was fleeing towards the assembly place where Liang Fenghou was.