[In the evening, the book friends will send a big bag ~ before the second watch before the early morning ~]

The voice seemed to be full of awe, Qi Yu's eyelids slowly opened, he felt that his head hurt, but his heart was intact, very strange.

He gradually opened his eyes, and in front of him was a golden hall, with gold bricks on the ground, and the top of his head was inlaid with countless night pearls, each of which emitted a dazzling luster.

But the sky outside this temple was cloudy, and the sun had not yet risen, and the moon had not yet disappeared.

He seemed to remember something, remembering that day, the afterglow in the west, the night in the east, the yin and yang in the same sky!

He was lying on the bed, across a mattress, with little clothing, and it was very hot.

This bed carved dragon and phoenix, carved from a whole 800-year-old redwood wood, purple red throughout, light fragrance.

Outside the bed, there stood an old slave, dressed in a black robe, hunched over.

"What's wrong with me......" Qi Yu's voice changed rapidly, and as he woke up, everything about him changed, as if he had become another person.

Or rather, he woke up in a dream.

"Nine Emperor Princes, it's good that you wake up, Your Majesty came yesterday and told the old slave not to let the prince have another incident. ”

"What's the matter? My head hurts......

"Actually, just don't leave the palace these days, it's not a big deal. The old slave laughed dryly, as if there was something hidden, slightly embarrassed.

"I had a dream, I dreamed of the Northern Wilderness, the Wind-Whispering City, and... I can't remember ......."

The voice that spoke was no longer Qi Yu's voice, but a rather dignified young man.

A pale golden robe, embroidered with nine dragons, and there is a true dragon aura hidden between the eyebrows. A pair of red phoenix eyes, flowing like dew-like eyes, reflect the luster of the sun and the darkness under the luster.

Yin and Yang coexist!

The white skin is like the snow lotus of the mountain that day, and it is lined with the long black and shiny hair, each of which seems to be full of spirituality.

Handsome!

"And that name, that name is Qi Yu...... What kind of dream is this, and why does it make my heart ache faintly. The Nine Emperor Princes suddenly covered his heart and trembled, and he breathed a few times before he gradually calmed down.

His name is Nanjiu, and he is the Nine Emperor Princes of the dignified Nancheng!

Under one person, above ten thousand!

He had a dream that he had become a schoolboy, and that he had come from a humble background and was determined to take the name of Jinshi.

In that dream, his name was Qi Yu.

That dream, a dream for ten years!

Nanjiu took a breath of dry air, glanced at the sky outside the temple gate, and frowned, his mind still very chaotic.

Not only that, but the back of the head seemed to be swollen, as if someone had hit him......

"Father beat me?" Nan Jiu touched the swollen bag, confused, without the slightest memory.

"No... No...... This is His Highness himself accidentally falling. The black-robed old slave's expression changed constantly when he heard Nan Jiu mention the dream.

"You can't be stupid when this prince falls? It hasn't disappeared for so long? If it was really my father's beating, I wouldn't hold a grudge...

Anyway, it's not the first time. Nan Jiu snorted coldly and pulled his collar, as if it was very hot.

"Your Highness is angry, the old slave takes the head and assures that it was not His Majesty who beat him. Your Highness is not hot again, and the old slave went to fetch some living crystals from the East China Sea. ”

Nanjiu was very afraid of the heat and couldn't bear it for a moment. At this moment, his head was dizzy, and he was not in a hurry to dwell on this matter, so he said to the black-robed old slave: "Go, go, go and go back quickly, this damn dog day is hot to death for this prince." ”

After the old slave gave Nan Jiu a look, he took three steps back, and then turned around and stepped out of the palace gate.

"Qi Yu...... Tut... It's strange that this prince actually had a dream of a poor disciple. Nanjiu was quite puzzled, but he couldn't figure it out.

He waved his hand and turned over a fold, waved his fingers a few times, and threw it out of the temple gate, but when he saw a white dove appear like lightning, he grabbed the fold, waved his wings, and flew to the sky.

After a while, Nan Jiu's eyes turned, and an evil smile suddenly appeared, he slowly got up and looked at the seats around him with satisfaction.

But I saw that these chairs were all beautiful women, kneeling or climbing, in different postures, like treasures. The women looked at Nan Jiudu with fear in their eyes, as if they were born with fear.

Nanjiu smiled evilly, and sat directly on a girl who was eighteen years old, the girl was in pain, snorted but didn't dare to squeak half a word, only to use her body as a chair, and endure it bitterly.

Nanjiu, this beautiful man who is in the wind in Yushu outside, a famous man in Nancheng, and a noble Nine Emperor Prince.

In her opinion, it is a complete demon.

All women with a little grace are included in the Nine Palaces, and if they are replaced by other princes, they will be palace maids at the most.

But the Nine Emperors are different, the Nine Emperors like to use beautiful women as furniture, mostly tables and chairs. The preferences are strange, but everyone who knows them keeps a certain distance from him, even if it is his six older brothers and two older sisters.

Not only that, but the Nine Emperors even had a very stiff quarrel with their father and the emperor because of the choice of concubines. The reason is very simple, the Nine Emperors almost snatched their father's concubines, and the rest were all occupied.

As a result, for a long time, there was no one when His Majesty chose a concubine......

For this reason, the Nine Emperors didn't know how many times they were beaten by their father, so they were almost beaten stupid.

Throughout the ages, the prince who dared to compete with his father for a woman and a concubine, except for the Nine Emperors, was afraid that he would never be able to find a second one.

Therefore, his nine palaces are not in the palace, but on a majestic hill outside the palace, standing at the palace gate, you can overlook the palace under the mountain.

It seems to have been driven away.

It's just that the Nine Emperors themselves have no interest in inheriting the throne, and they are not in the mood to participate in the intrigue in the palace. The father drove him away like this, but it was exactly what he wanted, and he couldn't ask for it.

Nanjiu's only interest is women, and in his opinion, women are the most beautiful only when they are still and still, so he treats them as furniture one by one.

Because only the furniture will not move.

There are a total of ninety-nine eighty-one women in his nine palaces, each one is different, each one has a unique style, and each one is an admirer of countless existences if it is placed outside.

Collecting women from all over the world is his greatest pleasure.

Nan Jiu did it on the girl's body, and the table next to it was also a girl, wearing a pink dress, on all fours like a dog, and tea on her back.

Nan Jiu took a sip of hot tea, accidentally spilled it, and landed on the girl's back, so painful that the other party grinned, his body trembled, and even if he shed tears, he didn't dare to resist the slightest.

They are human beings on the outside, and they are beautiful women with countless admirers, but in these nine palaces, they are just pieces of furniture. Those who lack arms and legs, cut their tongues and gouge out their eyes, is as simple as cutting off a table leg.

If you want to live, if you want to live intact, you have to learn to be patient. Otherwise, it will end up like a broken chair, abandoned, and burned as firewood!

At this moment, the black-robed old slave hurriedly ran in from outside the hall with a brocade box, and said very respectfully: "Your Highness, the old slave is late." ”

"Open it," Nan Jiu is actually very easy-going except for this fetish, which is very different from the moodiness of other princes.

The black-robed old slave nodded, opened the brocade box, and suddenly a cold breath burst out, sweeping through the entire hall.

It's as cool as spring and autumn.

But inside the brocade box, it was a palm-sized crystal, all blue, which was the color of the sea.

Crystals are like spirits, like living creatures, so they are called living crystals, which are extremely rare in the East China Sea, and can only be obtained by the power of the heavenly realm.

The tribute to the palace every year is only two pieces, one for His Majesty's exclusive use, and one for His Majesty's nine sons and daughters.

And now this small piece is only a tenth of the divided portion.

A living crystal is enough to survive the heat.

When Nan Jiu breathed a long sigh of relief, the black-robed old slave opened his mouth respectfully again, and said: "Your Highness, this year's concubine selection is about to begin, according to His Highness's order, the old slave has selected a hundred beauties from the East China Sea, and there is no conflict with His Majesty's concubine selection." ”