All the defenders will be silent and will not speak any more.

Everyone in the world knows that Zheng Sleeve is the most powerful hostess of the Great Qin Dynasty, and can even be said to be the real person in charge of Changling at this moment, because everyone knows that since Yuan Wu ascended the throne, he has spent most of his time in retreat, and almost all political affairs are handled by the two ministers and Zheng Sleeve.

However, when it comes to Zheng Sleeve, the attitude of all the Qin people is very subtle.

Her ruthless governance of the entire Great Qin Dynasty has made the Great Qin Dynasty more orderly and powerful than ever in these years, but her coldness has always caused a lot of unpleasantness, just like her previous attitude towards the Confucianism.

The more important reason is that she always has the imprint of that person on her body.

In the eyes of these guards, even if she eventually betrayed that person and chose Yuanwu, she was once that person's woman after all, and for many years, the saint they were loyal to chose to forget and obliterate, but some of the things she did kept reminding people of that person.

Divine will cannot be guessed.

However, for these people who don't like Zheng Sleeve very much, they also know very well that the strength of the Great Qin Dynasty is because of the intimacy between the saint and the queen, and the cultivation of the saint is strong and the queen's governance is unparalleled.

For the entire huge Great Qin Dynasty, the most important thing is the attitude and thoughts of the Holy Lord towards the empress's practices.

Shen Xuan?... Torture order?"

In the majestic and secluded palace, Emperor Yuanwu in cloth was sitting on the couch, he looked indifferently at a volume of documents unfolding in front of him, shook his head peacefully, and then closed his eyes.

Closing your eyes is the beginning of a new round of practice.

The meaning of the expression is to see, to turn a blind eye.

For everything Zheng Sleeve did, he was still the same as before, allowing Zheng Sleeve to indulge and turn a blind eye.

......

It's quiet in the palace.

But the people walking inside looked at the quiet room used by the emperor for cultivation, looked at the two-phase phase pavilion, and looked at the direction of the queen's study in the harem, and they were all very frightened.

They all felt that something big was about to happen.

However, nothing happened, and everything was as calm as ever.

The table and chair where the queen was sitting moved a little further, closer to the mysterious patio and the white spiritual spring.

All the spiritual lotus petals in the spiritual spring have withered, forming a tight lotus canopy, and those swirling white spiritual qi seem to be converging towards the lotus seeds in the lotus canopy.

Each of the immature lotus seeds is like a single practitioner, revealing an indescribable spiritual rhyme.

The Queen's perfect face exuded a porcelain-like sheen, and her gaze seemed to be calmly cast into the blurry light shuttling through the patio, but in the world of perception, there were turbulent waves.

Her perception had reached a starry height that she couldn't reach on a daily basis.

The natal sword that came from Zhao Jian's furnace but was forcibly captured by her passed through the thinnest air zone with difficulty at this moment, as if it had truly broken away from this heaven and earth, like turning into stars, slowly shuttling through the silent starry sky.

Her perception entangled the sword, trying to make it accept the tempering of the spark that she had not been able to touch before.

This is a new exploration and a great adventure for her.

The little sword that carries her will is like a small boat in the ocean, in danger of capsizing at any time.

Each new spark fell on the little sword, and the vitality on the small sword was burned out of a wisp of smoke, and the sword body trembled violently, and the meaning of pain was naturally transmitted back to her perceptual world and acted on her body.

This Zhao Si's natal sword, after her day and night tempering, almost became her natal sword.

The pain of the natal sword is the real pain.

Yet she did not feel the slightest pain, for a great pleasure always filled her whole body, her whole mental world.

When every wisp of vitality on the little sword was scorched, and it seemed to be in danger, starlight was drawn from all directions by her will and injected into the small sword.

These starlights turned into vitality, and the sparks remaining on this small sword became one, and truly precipitated in this small sword.

On the surface of the small sword, there are occasional debris falling like cicadas, but the whole sword does not shrink.

The little sword seems to be reborn from the inside out.

At this time, she also felt that she was being reborn.

She is a lady of the sky, but when she left Jiaodong County, she met that person, no matter how good she was, she couldn't surpass that person.

When the man disappeared, Yuan Wu passed through the Eight Realms.

Whether it was before or now, she carries the imprint of that person or Yuanwu, and she feels that she is always in the shadow of those two.

Now that Zhao Jian Furnace is enough to withstand the sword tempered by her will and spark in her hand, and she has to continue the Heavenly Divine Technique to take her into a new world, her state of mind is as free as when she entered Changling on the first day.

When the small sword broke through the end of her original perception, the surface peeled off layer by layer like a cicada, and ushered in a new life, Shen Xuan, who was wearing a new official uniform, was slowly walking out of the cold palace.

His official uniform was a dark purple that Changling had not had before, and the ornaments on his shirt were twisted like chains.

The flesh and blood wounds on his body had scabbed and fallen off, but his skin was still uneven, of different shades, like many dead vines hidden under the skin.

The newborn flesh and blood were still numb and itchy, but breathing in the fresh air, Shen Xuan laughed inexplicably.

He also ushered in his new life.

......

Yan Shangdu.

A rebellion by the Outer King has been put down once and for all.

Many troops from other counties have begun to evacuate, and the people have begun to be busy with their livelihoods again, this kind of bloody thing has been seen too much for the people of Shangdu, as long as it is not carried out in their own small courtyard, so many big things are just reduced to after-dinner conversations.

Several of the most severely damaged streets and alleys that had been destroyed in the fighting were still being cleaned of corpses.

A general in bronze armor sat tiredly on a collapsed courtyard wall, looking at the corpses of his subordinates who were constantly being cleaned out and following him, and the bitterness and helplessness in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

Not far away, there were several patrolling palace guards, and when they looked at this burly general with a figure as tall as a mountain, their eyes were full of envy and awe.

This general is Fan Yuqi, the famous general of the Great Yan Dynasty, and the general of the Yanbei Army.

Awe naturally comes from the strength that Fan Yuqi showed in leading the army in this rebellion, but the envy lies in... This rebellion caused the death of many generals above this general, and this general seemed to naturally rise several steps, and must be the first big man to reorganize the military next.

If you want to become a king and a prince in your lifetime, you need some amazing encounters.

However, for Fan Yuqi, he knew very well that he could finally sit here alive because of the many warriors under his subordinates who were not afraid of death, and secondly, because there were several powerful outsiders in the street where he fought.

The general raised his hand, and a subordinate with a grim face and a sad look in the depths of his eyes came to his side.

"Give it to the stranger named Wang Taixu. ”

He casually took out a piece of talisman, handed it to his subordinates, and said slowly: "Tell him that I owe him." ”