Zhao Yun's kid really endured humiliation, pretending to be a lewd and unscrupulous emperor, confusing Shi Miyuan and the Queen Mother, and a few years later, after Shi Miyuan and the Queen Mother had a full-scale war in order to seize power, he asked Ling Lingqi to help him, and finally regained the imperial power!

Shi Miyuan and the Queen Mother were both abolished martial arts and minions and put under house arrest. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

For the sake of Ling Lingqi's face, the little emperor Zhao Yun did not kill Shi Miyuan, no matter what, Shi Miyuan is also one of Ling Lingqi's fathers-in-law.

At this time, Ling Lingqi's martial arts are really the first in the world, and even Shi Miyuan is far inferior!

However, the girl in white in Tianji Pavilion has never appeared again, Tianji Pavilion is still just a legend, and no one knows where Tianji Pavilion is!

And Ling Lingqi is also a group of wives and concubines, living a good life, until one day, he suddenly had an accident while practicing, and he traveled through time and space! What the girl in white said was indeed right, if he entered the Dan Jin level and reached the level of earth immortals, he would have to leave this world sooner or later.

This time, Ling Lingqi traveled through time and space again and was reborn in the Ming Dynasty! Ling Lingqi finally understood that his appearance still couldn't change history!

The Great Song Dynasty was finally destroyed by the Mongol Empire! But now it is good that he has come to the Ming Dynasty! The Mongols have been driven back to the steppe.

It's a pity that the days of beautiful wives and concubines, children around their knees are gone, and everything will start again.

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Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka.

This word is Song Xining's eight years of Su Dongpo to mourn his deceased wife made "Jiangchengzi? Ten years of life and death", the precedent of mourning for the dead, Chen Shidao, one of the six gentlemen of Sumen, once used "sound when the sky, tears when the spring" to praise this word, saying that this word is soaked in blood and tears, full of heart-rending crying, has always been regarded by experts as the swan song in the eulogy.

After a lapse of 400 years, on an ancient road in the southeast of Gansu near Tongwei, a young man in cloth clothes with a thin figure in his two decades of Chinese was sitting on the back of an old horse, holding a book in his left hand and reading softly-----. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation.

This year is the third year of Jingtai in the Ming Dynasty, the year when Zhu Qiyu banned the former emperor, abolished the crown prince, Empress Yi, and granted amnesty to the world.

The young man let the old horse with mixed hair walk forward, he didn't know where he was wandering, and he didn't care about the beautiful scenery on both sides of the ancient road. Near noon, a man and a horse came to a small town, the young man put the book into a cloth bag, his eyes fell on the archway ---- Yuangong Town, which had gone through many years and even the words carved in stone were weathered and angular, lightly dismounted, patted the head of the old horse, and could not see joy, anger and sorrow on his thin face. The sparse old horse arched the young man's left hand, and seemed to be able to read his master's mind.

Although the archway is a little dilapidated, but the town is the largest town nearby, coinciding with the opening of the market today, and encountering a rare cool weather, people come and go, so lively. The young man led the old horse and slowly walked into Yuangong Town, and soon integrated into the flow of people.

There is an inn called 'good again' next to the street, which is one of the best inns in Yuangong Town, there are five or six tables in the lobby, and the busy Xiao Er is also very sophisticated, and when he sees the guests outside, he immediately piled up a smiling face and greeted him: "Yo, guest officer, please inside, please inside!" At the same time, he took the reins in the hands of the guests.

The guest was a young man who had just entered the town, an old man who had supported him for more than ten years before he died, and his conscience now helped him name him 'Ling Lingqi', saying that this name was given by his biological parents.

Watching Xiao Er lead the horse to the stable in the back, Ling Lingqi admonished, "Please feed some forage!" The voice was slow, slightly jerky, which was caused by the fact that he had lived a life almost isolated from the outside world since he was a child.

"Okay! Hey--Ma --!" Xiao Er said loudly, with an inexplicable excitement in his heart, no one spoke to him in a respectful tone on weekdays. An old man ran out from the back of the inn, took the horse from the little second-hand and led him to feed, and the little second who came back hurriedly beckoned Ling Lingqi to enter the store, but the guest in front of him only withdrew his eyes from the old horse at this time, and walked into the store to take a seat. Xiao Er, who was a little puzzled, couldn't help but look back, wanting to see what was particularly precious about the old horse just now, but unfortunately he only had time to see a thin and shriveled horse turn around the corner of the house and disappear.

Ling Lingqi walked into the inn and found an empty table near the door to sit down, there were not many people in the inn at this time, but the innermost table was surrounded by six or seven people talking and laughing. One of the young men with a delicate face dressed in purple silk satin couldn't help but glance a few more times when Ling Lingqi entered the store, the corners of his mouth skimmed inadvertently, and he was a little smiling in his heart, maybe he was laughing at Ling Lingqi's pale face, or maybe he was laughing at the sword in Ling Lingqi's waist, no one knew.

Ordinary people, no matter how white their skin is, they will not be as white as Ling Lingqi, without blood, and people with a discerning eye will know at a glance that they are either sick for many years, or they are mixed in the fireworks place and have deep tuberculosis. As for the sword that Ling Lingqi hung from his waist, it was actually nothing conspicuous, at first glance, it was just a sword that had gone through some years, or simply called it a broken sword. However, even a vassal and elegant person knew that he should wear the sword on the left side of his waist, but it was a pity that Ling Lingqi's sword was worn on the right side.

It is no wonder that the young man dressed in silk satin will laugh in his heart, perhaps in his opinion, since the body is weak and the money is insufficient, there is no need to learn to dance the sword and make the sword, besides, as the young master of the Jiangnan Dart Bureau, the young man of silk satin does have the capital to laugh, and the illustrious family background is there.

An old man sitting on the seat took in the expression of the young man in silk satin, and did not make a sound, young man, who has just entered the rivers and lakes, most of them are like this. The old man is about fifty years old, with a Chinese face, slightly yellow skin, and traces of time on his face, the left and right sideburns have turned white, and even the eyebrows have turned gray. The so-called fifty knows the destiny of heaven, perhaps because of this, the sculpture of Fengyue makes the old man look ancient and full of peace at the same time.

The only woman in the crowd spoke at this time: "Uncle Shi, do you say that it is still snowing in the Tianshan Mountains at this time?"

"yes, yes, is it still snowing at this time?......" Obviously, the question was not only of the woman's interest, but the rest of them were all showing great enthusiasm.

Ling Lingqi, who was sitting at the door, was moved, and seemed to have an inexplicable yearning for Tianshan. It is said that the legendary Tianji Pavilion, which has existed for hundreds of years, may be somewhere in the Tianshan Mountains. (To be continued.) )