In the 11,000 years of the Tiansheng calendar of Tianxin Continent, a new page has been opened in history, and the new century has been hailed as another milestone in the process of human history. The vast Tianxin Continent is full of colorful flags fluttering, laughter, and people are celebrating a new era. Looking down on the whole continent, the rivers and mountains are picturesque, the beauty is like jade, the scenery is like carving, a prosperous and prosperous scene. Since the founding of the First Empire of the Continent, the Heavenly Sage Empire, human beings have ruled this continent for 11,000 years. Of the several major empires that rose with it, the youngest was the Tianyan Empire, the southernmost part of the continent, and even so, the Tianyan Empire had a history of more than 5,000 years. Five thousand years ago, a crimson flame banner swept across the barbarian lands in the south of the continent, establishing the centralized Tianyan Empire. Thus laying the continental pattern of the five empires reigning side by side, and countless kingdoms and principalities coexisted.

The southernmost tip of the Celestial Rock Empire is the Milas Peninsula, a peninsula formed by a long and narrow mountain range, and to the east is the famous Misty Heartless Sea. There are more than 500 large and small islands in the misty and heartless sea, which are shrouded in thick water mist on the sea all the year round, the waterways are complex and the water flow direction is disordered, and the sea is full of demonic beasts. These are nothing, the most terrifying thing is that there is a lost island in the core of the Lost Heart Sea, and legend has it that the island lives the king of the dragon clan - the Blue Dragon King Agas, so some people call the lost island the island of the dragon. In ancient times, due to the internal war of the dragon clan, the blue dragon king Agas defeated the demon dragon Canterlot, which led to the gradual decline of the dragon clan, and they migrated away, and there is no whereabouts of the dragon clan so far.

With more than 5,000 years of history, the barbarian land of the south has now become a paradise for people, with towering megalithic walls, ancient jade statues, and solemn imperial temples, all of which demonstrate the strength and long-standing culture of mankind. In the first month of the first month in the southern part of the mainland, the temperature is still very low, and the cold wind is like a knife blade, freezing cold, and such bad weather has not dampened people's enthusiasm for welcoming the new century.

Mengfei City, the imperial capital of the Tianyan Empire, is one of the top ten cities in the Tianxin Continent, the largest city in the south of the entire continent, and of course the political and economic center of the entire Tianyan Empire. The splendid palace stretches for several miles, and on the Longding Mountain, which is far away, a jade statue of more than 30 meters overlooks the entire southern continent. Murong Hua stood on the top floor of the main hall of the middle palace of the imperial palace, Zhengtai Hall, staring at the north with a deep gaze, the gorgeous dragon robe rattling in the cold wind, and the Holy Demon Master with a long magic robe, Ge stood quietly behind Murong Hua. Gehr knew that Bixia liked to come here to stand before the early dynasty, although he didn't know what Bixia was thinking, but Geer knew that Bixia's heart was definitely not calm. With a clear outline like a stone carving, Murong Hua, with a resolute face, stood in the scorching cold wind, allowing the biting cold wind to blow the emanation between his temples.

Murong Hua, who is seventy-six years old this year, looks like he is forty years old, and the vicissitudes of time have not left any traces on that cold and handsome face. The strong strength of the Wind Saint Demon Guide has been able to communicate the power of heaven and earth, and appearance and age are no longer categories that need to be considered. Back then, as the prince, he broke through to the holy level at the age of forty, and he was one of the few genius-level figures in the history of the Murong family. Then he narrowly won the battle for the throne of the family and took over the Tianyan Empire to this day. For more than 30 years, he has been diligent, worked hard, governed the empire in an orderly manner, and his national strength has become stronger and stronger, and he can be regarded as a generation of Ming monarchs in the history of the Tianyan Empire.

"Gehr, more than thirty years?"

"Bixia, thirty-three years. Gell replied softly. As the court commander of the Royal Guard and the chief magician of the court, Geer understood that Murong Hua was asking how many years he had been in power. Gehr is a mysterious figure, it is said that Murong Hua saved him by chance, and later stayed by Murong Hua's side, supporting Murong Hua to sit on the throne, and was one of Murong Hua's most trusted people, specializing in the defense of the palace.

When Murong Hua heard this, his eyebrows shrank slightly, he closed his eyes, sighed softly, and the white hot air he exhaled slowly drifted away. Looking at the chaotic white air current, Geer felt the surging tide in Murong Hua's heart. When the white airflow completely dissipated, Murong Hua retracted his gaze, turned around and strode away, walking so steadily, so calmly, Geer followed closely and disappeared on the top floor of the main hall.

The Tianyan Empire was established by force, and the founding emperor Murong Huantian finally established a powerful empire in the southern barbarian land after decades of conquest with the sword in his hand. The crimson flame banner fluttered on the tower of the palace hall, the golden and brilliant Zhengtai Hall, supported by thirty-six dark red pillars, each pillar was carved with a whirling coil, lifelike golden dragon, atmospheric and magnificent. Emperor Bixia Murong Hua was sitting upright on the dragon chair in the main hall, straight and straight, his left hand was gently placed on the armrest of the dragon chair, and his right index finger and middle finger gently tapped the black jade gem on the armrest rhythmically, listening carefully to the reports of the ministers. Occasionally frowning, occasionally contemplative, occasionally angry, a pair of piercing eyes full of extraordinary wisdom and imperial talents.

There are still a few days left until the New Year of the Celestial Calendar, and the Minister of the Interior is reporting on the specific arrangements for this celebration. "Very well, just do it. Emperor Bixia Murong Hua made a final decision and finalized the details of this celebration. An hour later, no one stood up to play the discussion, and Murong Hua's body leaned forward slightly, twisted his somewhat sore neck, turned to look at the sixth Murong Yan, and asked, "Sixth, are you going to give birth?"

"Yes, Father, the Imperial Doctor said that it was only these two days. A middle-aged man in a yellow brocade robe stepped out of the crowd and bowed in return.

Murong Hua nodded slightly, "Well, it's good, tomorrow you won't have to go to the morning and keep an eye at home." ”

"Xiexie Father. Murong Yan bowed again.

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The royal family of the Tianyan Empire, the Murong family, was prosperous, and the emperor Bixia Murong Hua had three brothers, and Murong Hua had five sons and seven daughters. The eldest son, Murong Yun, the second Murong Lei, and the sixth Murong Yan, a dual magician of fire and earth, are mature and steady, and they are this middle-aged man in yellow robes. Murong Yan's princess has been pregnant for ten months, and the child will be born in the next few days, so Emperor Bixia allowed the sixth prince to take care of his wife at home. After the end of the early dynasty, Murong Yan rushed home, yesterday the imperial doctor asserted that the child would be born in these two days, and no one knew when the little one would be born, so Murong Yan would be so anxious. In the early dynasty of an hour, Emperor Bixia Murong Hua had already found that Murong Yan was absent-minded at all, but he did not break it, and it was not until Zuihou that Murong Hua gave his son a holiday, so that he could take care of his wife at home with peace of mind.

The imperial city outside the palace is a gathering place for the nobles of the entire empire, and almost all the princes and ministers of the empire live here, and the prince's mansion of the six princes is located in the famous Tiandu Street in the imperial city. Tiandu Street is one of the oldest streets in the Imperial City, with towering ancient trees, green trees, tall red archways, majestic jade sculptures, red bricks and green tiles under the eaves of the attic, and carved railings and jade bricks in the light of the lights, showing an antique style everywhere. Although it has undergone many renovations, walking through the ancient Tiandu Street, you can still smell the quaint atmosphere and feel the long history here.

The cold air in the middle of the night of the first month was intense, the blood-red lanterns swayed in the wind, and the quiet and cold streets of Tiandu seemed so bleak and deserted. The brightly lit backyard of the prince's mansion is full of people, in full swing, and it is a busy scene. Suddenly, Murong Yan, who was sitting like pins and needles, stood up from the chair, his deeply locked eyebrows tightened, his eyes stared at the closed door of his wife, his forehead was slightly sweaty, and his fists that had been clenched due to nervousness tightened again. I secretly prayed in my heart: God bless, God bless, I must bless their mother and child safely, and they must .......

People came and went in the room, servants kept shuttling, and the moans of the lady made Murong Yan upset. He just stood up and took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and sat down helplessly, picked up the cold teacup on the table indifferently, and pouted fiercely, the tea flowed down his throat into his stomach, and a cold meaning spread throughout his body. Murong Yan was completely unaware, and his expectant and anxious eyes fell on his wife's room again, and suddenly, the noise in the room came suddenly, and a loud cry resounded throughout the palace.

"Gaga...... Ga...... Wow wow....... The baby's cry tore through the silent night sky, Murong Yan trembled, and the hand that was about to pick up the teacup stopped abruptly, and stopped in mid-air, excitement and excitement surged to the brain, and it was directly short-circuited.

There was a cry from the maid in the house: "Birth, birth, princess!"

Murong Yan woke up suddenly, blinked, shook his head vigorously, stood up with a bang, stretched out his tightly locked eyebrows, and looked up to the sky: "Hahahaha...... , I, Murong Yan, have finally become a father!".

Murong Yan, who was dancing with his hands, pushed open the door with a "bang!", ran to the side of the bed quickly, squatted down gently, smiled gently at the beautiful young woman on the bed, wiped the sweat beads on the young woman's forehead, and said softly: "Yi Xuan, hard work!"

"Lord Wang...... , our son. The beautiful young woman on the bed looked haggard, glanced at the child beside her, and smiled happily.

Murong Yan followed his wife's gaze and looked at the newborn son beside his wife: a round little face, clear big eyes, fair and delicate skin, small fists slightly clenched, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, so cute.

Murong Yan looked whole, with slightly trembling hands, carefully picked up the child, and after carefully inspecting it, he gently leaned the child's face to his wife, and said softly: "Yi Xuan, it really looks like you!"

"Congratulations to the prince!" said in a loud voice, the middle-aged butler Ke raised his voice and took the lead to kneel on the ground, and the rest of the slaves all knelt down when they saw it.

"Butler, each of you will be rewarded with one hundred gold coins, so you can go down first. Murong Yan said casually. His eyes did not leave the child in his arms, and he pinched his son's little face with his hand.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky above the palace, the space shattered, and an invisible shadow in the whirlpool instantly entered the baby in the prince's hand through the roof.

"What's the thunder? It's just the first month. "Some people are complaining, but who cares about a thunderclap in the mood of receiving the reward.

"Lord, let's give our children a name. Although Yu Yixuan heard the thunder, she couldn't stop the mood of being happy with her son.

Murong Yan turned his head, gazed at the princess gently, and said tenderly: "My princess, you see how hard you have to give birth, you should come and get it." In this male and female Shijie, it can be seen how much he loves his wife.

Yu Yixuan pondered for a while, and blurted out: "Then it's called Murong Yu, do you think it's okay?" The surname is yours, the name is with me, and Yu Tongyu's voice." ”

"Okay, it's called Murong Yu, Yu'er ......is obedient" Murong Yan was immersed in happiness, and teased the little guy with his hand as he spoke.

Murong Yan is a magician with full value in the dual lines of fire and earth, and in this continent where demonic martial arts are prevalent, as a member of the royal family, the pressure is even greater, and it was not until the dual-line magic broke through to the magister that he tied the knot with the talented daughter of the Yu family. The Yu family is also a big family in the western part of the empire, when Yu Yixuan met the sixth prince of the empire at the Xinyu Demon Martial Arts Academy, the largest in the western part of the empire, and beat Murong Yan, who went up to talk to him, but he didn't expect Zuihou and the two to quickly fall in love. Yu Yixuan is the school's school flower-level beauty, and Murong Yan is the prince of the empire. Genes determine everything, people say that dragons give birth to dragons, phoenixes give birth to phoenixes, Murong Yu looks like his mother, naturally it will not be bad.

"I can't cross over, right?" Murong Yu looked at this strange man, who actually stabbed people with stubble, and struggled with his hands and cried.

Hearing Murong Yu's cry, Yu Yixuan stretched out her hands distressedly, "I'll come, Yu'er." ”

Murong Yu tried his best to evoke his memories, and only sporadically remembered that he was from a planet called Earth. The torment of love and hate, the tears of pain, seem to have a sad past, but I can't remember anything. Thinking about it, I fell into a deep sleep.