Three months later, the closed-door thinking of the seven knives finally ended, and he was ordered to enter the palace.
The fur has become round and jade, and it is no longer the crumpled skin monkey it was born with.
Zhusheng put such a white and fat soft thing in his arms, and Qidao, who had never held a knife and would not tremble, was also in a hurry.
The maids were smiling.
Zhusheng patiently instructed him how to hold the child.
Such a soft, hot ball hugged between his elbows and pressed against his heart, Qidao's heart surged with different emotions.
As soon as he looked up, Takesheng's face was close to him.
She lowered her eyebrows and looked at the child in his arms.
Her skin was illuminated by the late summer sun, and she could smell her mother's scent mixed with creamy urine.
The smell was even stronger and better than the day she gave birth Seven Swords was surrounded by this aura, and he felt that his whole body had become soft and weak.
He looked at Zhusheng's cheek in a daze, and the ghost sent him over his head to kiss it.
The surroundings were suddenly quiet for a moment, and even Zhusheng was stunned.
This was followed by the laughter of the maids hiding in their sleeves.
Takebu smiled too.
Seven Knife looked at her without blinking.
Maomao peed at the right time at this time, the hem of Qidao's clothes was wet, and he was holding the wet little doll, very dazed, and didn't know what to do at all.
The laughter of the maids became louder, and the nurse also smiled and went over to take the little prince from Qidao's arms.
Takesheng smiled and tugged at the sleeve of the seven knives.
"Let's go, let's go change your clothes."
She said.
The maids did not keep up.
From the temple gate to the inner chamber, the king's regular uniform and the general's official uniform fell all the way.
The late summer sun pierced through the white window paper, the maids didn't know where to hide, and the world was so quiet that it seemed as if only she and him were left.
It was almost autumn, and there was no longer an ice basin in the temple, but the midday sun had heated the room.
Seven knives sweated.
He felt as if he hadn't touched Zhusheng in a long time in his life.
Takebu is soft and gentle like never before.
She seemed to know the dissatisfaction, unwillingness, and resentment that were surging in his heart, and she soothed him with her softness.
Qidao recklessly did many things that he only dared to think about before, and Zhusheng relied on him.
Seven knives climbed to the extreme several times, and felt that my body and heart were empty.
Only by hugging Takeyu's soft body tightly can I regain my sense of fullness.
Take's skin seems to glow.
She and Qidao hugged each other tightly on the couch.
None of them said anything about them.
Qidao felt that his heart had regained peace, and those resentments and unwillingness became calm and pressed back to the bottom of his heart.
Only Zhusheng's existence could soothe his heart like this, he thought, as long as he could always be by her side, it would be fine.
There are always trade-offs in life, and there are some other things that are less important than being with her.
When Seven Blades woke up, it was already dark.
Takebu is not around.
Qidao got up in his clothes, called out to a palace maid outside the hall, and asked where Zhusheng was.
The little palace maid didn't dare to look at General Zhao's sturdy chest, her face was red, and she led Qidao to the side hall where Zhu Sheng's residence had been lived.
The side halls were as bright as day, and there was no smoke.
Hanging from the roof of the temple are crystal lamps that can be bright for several days as long as they absorb the sun.
There are only three precious crystal lanterns in the world, all of which are in the hands of Zhujun.
One is in the study where Zhujun handles official affairs, the other is in the side hall of the dormitory where Zhujun lives daily, and the other is given to Fan Bochang, the minister of state.
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It is said that the lords of several countries could not find out who gave this crystal lantern to Zhujun, so they had to offer a reward of thousands of gold to buy it.
Some businessmen ground the night pearl into powder, made fake crystal lanterns and sold them to a certain lord.
The lord of the country took it out at the state banquet to show off to the foreign guests, and some of the foreign guests had gone to Shengri City to see Zhujun, and they were fortunate to have seen the real crystal lantern.
The lord of the kingdom became a joke for others, and was furious and wanted to kill the merchant, but the merchant was nowhere to be seen.
Under the bright light, Zhu Sheng stood with his hands in his hands.
Her back and figure were straight, and the soft woman with her muscles as bright as snow at noon seemed to be two people.
Seven Blades' footsteps paused.
In addition to being his woman, she is also his monarch.
She can play both roles at the same time.
Qidao strode over, hugged Zhusheng's waist, and kissed the top of her hair.
Unconsciously, he went from being only as high as her chest back then, to now being a head taller than her, and looking down to see the top of her hair.
My sister has become so petite before I know it.
Zhusheng turned his head slightly, and Qidao kissed her eyes.
She patted his hand around her waist and turned her head to continue looking at the wall.
Seven Blades also looked up at the wall.
The huge map of the mainland hangs in the middle of the wall, and the areas outlined by red lines are all from Peng and bamboo.
Takebu has seized more than one-third of the mainland, and is already the undisputed hegemon.
Even the Yao State, which has been known for its military strength in recent decades and made its neighbors bow down, is not as good as the newly established Peng State.
The rise of Pengguo was sudden, fast, and unstoppable, but it was steady and steady, and its foundation was not vain.
Especially now that the Peng country has a crown prince, it is like a root, deeply rooted in the soil, unshakable.
Qidao looked at the map and couldn't help but admire.
The woman in his arms, though soft, still made him awe-inspiring.
"What are you looking at?"
he asked.
"That line."
Takebu gestured.
This continent is neither square nor round, in fact slightly narrow.
The state of Xu is basically in the very center of the position, or the position of half the mountain in the center of the continent.
"That line" that Takebu refers to is a coastline on the mainland side.
Seven knives have seen this map countless times, and they have long known the shape of the continent and the distribution of countries.
He had also seen that coastline countless times.
The first time I saw it was when he traveled to various countries with Zhusheng Fan Shen, and Mr.
Fan Da took out a map to teach the three of them to identify.
He wasn't as taciturn then as he is now, and he used his knife more than his mouth.
At that time, Fan Shen was the kindest one among those people, and in front of him, Qidao dared to speak.
At that time, when he first saw the coastline, he said, "It's straight, like a cut." ” Mr.
Fan Da said with a smile at that time: "I saw Yutu for the first time when I was a child, and I said the same thing. ” What was my sister doing at that time, she seemed to be standing on the side.
She doesn't like to listen to Mr.
Fan's lectures, but she still listens to some things he says.
Qidao was extremely concerned about her every move at that time, and always peeked at her, so he saw her standing aside, calmly and almost indifferently looking at the map and the line.
At that time, Zhusheng was so cold and cold that people were afraid and loved.
Mr.
Fan Da is kind and patient like an elder.
Although Ling Niang didn't care about him, if she saw him drinking raw water, she would snatch it, and then give him cold boiled water with a blank face.
Ah Cheng would tuck the quilt for him at night, and secretly give him wine to drink.
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When, it all changed Zhusheng made him gradually unable to understand.
Fan Bo was bent on separating him from her, even from Maomao.
Fan Ling is as good as her father, she is very gentle to him, but she is not as cold to him as she was at the beginning.
Du Cheng is still as stupid as ever.
And as for himself, he grew up and became a worthy person.
Except for Zhusheng, he is no longer afraid of anyone or anything.
He himself became a being that others feared.
This is good.
He has dreamed of such a day since he was a child.
Especially when he slept in the firewood room, without medical treatment and could only use water to clean the wounds that had been beaten by abuse, he always dreamed of such a day.
He looked at the map, thinking he understood what Zhusheng was looking at.
He said, "You want this world."
He rubbed the top of her hair and said, "I'll get it for you." ” Zhusheng's hand was over his hand and leaned back into his arms.
The chest of the seven knives is broad and strong, and it is very comfortable to lean on.
But her eyes remained on that coastline.
As the edge of a continent, that coastline is too straight and too neat.
It was like a sword mark.
The Elder Heavenly God-kun.
A man who is called a "god king".
Even though Zhusheng acknowledged some of Fan Shen's views and acquiesced in some of Fan Shen's behaviors, she still didn't agree with his idea of separating Qidao and Maomao.
He said, "There are no fathers and sons in heaven. ” Zhusheng said: "The father in this sentence should be me." ” He said: "Since ancient times, relatives have to be guarded against.
He is especially more than a relative. ” Zhusheng said: "With me for a day, he will not be in trouble." ” He said: "Sooner or later, the prince will inherit everything from you, and you can live longer than him."
This time, Zhusheng was silent for a long time before returning: "Maybe." ” Fan Bochang was finally speechless.
Fan Shen has been committed to the deification of Zhusheng.
Among the people, there are many mythical stories about bamboo life.
Fan Shen's efforts got a gourd-shaped result.
The slender waist in the middle of this gourd is for middle-level officials and the vast number of knowledgeable scholars.
They would not refute this deified monarch openly, but they smiled silently.
The smile was filled with the words "I understand, play politics."
"I understand it.
At the two ends of this gourd, one is the ordinary ignorant people, who listen to the wind and rain, and when they see a temple, they go in and worship; On the other end are the top officials of the Peng Kingdom, these people are fortunate to follow Zhusheng's side, have seen, heard, and fought side by side with her.
These two worlds are very different, the lowest and the most high-level groups, all believe in this myth.
The former is because they don't know anything, the latter because they know enough.
Fan Shen is the one who knows the most among everyone.
Oh, maybe you have to get rid of Zhao Yongzhi, Zhao Yongzhi is Zhusheng's pillow person after all, and he may know more than him.
But that doesn't matter, the important thing is that he knows that Takebu is not very human.
He even felt that Takebu might not be mortal.
It wasn't the first time he had talked to her about her lifespan.
He wanted to ask, could she really live that long and why But he still didn't ask.
He just sighed softly and said, "If that were the case, many of the things I feared would not be there. ” Zhu Sheng said: "Yes."
So you relax. ” She looked at him with a lot of pity in her eyes.
"You're getting older, pay more attention to your body."
She said, "Don't work too hard.
This year, let's have a good birthday.
Don't believe those rumors, I don't dislike other people's birthdays. ” Fan Shen Dazhusheng is 21 years old, and he is 50 years old this year.
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When they met, he was forty-four out of thirty, and he was in the prime of life, accompanied by a virtuous wife and daughter.
Then there was a great change in life, if it weren't for Zhusheng, his family would have been together.
A thirty-four-year-old man in the prime of life met a thirteen-year-old lone girl, leaving aside the skin of the flesh, it was a meeting of two mature souls, and since then the world has been thunderous, like a thunderbolt that illuminates the chaotic world, making the continent tremble.
But the years are not forgiving.
Zhu Sheng quietly used pills to regulate his body, he has always been very healthy, a weak scholar, but he has never been sick over the years.
But he is old after all, his temples are stained with frost, and wrinkles are crawling into the corners of his eyes.
Even though Zhu Sheng felt that those wrinkles made his eyes more charming, there was also a sense of loss and panic that time was lost between his fingers and he couldn't grasp it.
She and he both looked into each other's eyes, and both saw themselves in each other's pupils.
She and he understood the sense of loss and fear.
The bamboo, who is standing in the near future, still has green temples like clouds, and there are no wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.
It is clear that the corners of Ling Niang's eyes have fine lines early.
Takesheng, as she said, will outlive them, and perhaps, will send them all away. gd1806102: