Long Live The Emperor! Chapter 7: New National Teacher

Xia Ji did nothing, like a normal baby being held.

However, if he is willing, he can let his original power come to this small body at any time, and transform himself in a very short period of time.

But if you have really lived for more than 1,500 years, you have been swinging a knife day and night for hundreds of years, you have fought with the future without any promise among countless monsters and ghosts, and you have followed the tide of ghosts in Huangquan. While wandering, I have seen the reincarnation platform that spans time and space crushing countless souls. When you return to the human world, you will have a sense of indifference.

You won't get angry anymore because of many things, and you won't do anything impatiently or show anything.

If your heart has survived for eternity, if your body has flowed through the long river of death, you used to count numbers day and night, thinking only of one person, you will understand that a few years, even ten years, or even decades are nothing more than flick.

You care about the snap, but don't be impatient anymore.

...

The carriage entered the Qi Palace.

The wind blows the lotus flowers in the Qiyue Pond, passing through the cloister, bypassing the painting building, touching the red fence, and it is like a courtyard as deep as the sea.

The palace maid hurried to the courtyard with the baby boy wrapped in red silk in her arms.

This is a courtyard in a corner of the Harem.

Orientation is the degree of favorability.

And the concubine who lives here must be extremely unloved.

The palace maid held the baby boy and pushed open the palace door.

The weak face of a bedridden concubine revealed behind the door.

She gave birth, but the pain had not yet subsided.

But she didn't care about the pain, and her weak face showed a moment of anxiety without any impurities.

"Kids...my kids..."

The maid handed the baby boy back.

Like a mother leopard, the concubine quickly picked up the child and held it in her arms like a treasure.

The palace maid said lightly: "The Queen Mother has seen it and thinks that this child is very good, so she named it Yu, and she was called Qi Yu."

The concubine was stunned.

Stupid?

How can a royal prince be named after "foolish"?

So, she said: "The name of the prince should be bestowed by the emperor, not the queen."

The corner of the palace maid's lips was a bit mocking: "The Son of Heaven has promised."

After speaking, the two palace maids left the palace without stopping.

Today is the time when two concubines are pregnant at the same time, and the Son of Heaven is there instead of here, so the situation of grace can be explained again.

The door is closed...

Skylight is blocked.

The concubine was stunned for a while, before crying while holding the baby boy in her arms. She was not strong at all.

Cried for a while, but calmed down instead.

Although her expression was still sad, she was a little softer and firmer because of her mother's love.

For fear of scaring the baby boy in her arms, she wiped away her tears and forced herself to laugh. She looked at the baby boy made of ice and jade in her arms, took care of him carefully, and then spoke to him: "Mom just made It's okay to play, it's okay."

As she spoke, she lightened her shirt and began to do what a mother should do.

Xia Ji is sucking breast milk, and now if he doesn't regain his strength, he really needs the nourishment of breast milk to grow up.

Being able to have an extra mother-in-law and a reasonable identity also provides conditions for him to smoothly integrate into the world.

Just...

What kind of palace is this?

He thought.

And soon, after he was fed, the mother-in-law began to hum a little song to coax him into a dream.

Xia Ji opened his eyes, he wasn't used to sleeping, he hadn't slept for a thousand years.

However, strange to say, the frail body that had never regained its strength soon felt exhausted.

Exhaustion made Xia Ji's consciousness begin to trance, and the small fist he clenched all the time also slowly stretched out,

Flare eruptions, plume circulation, fire corona bubbles, and the red-and-white soup porridge-like world of calamity with extremely high temperature and even far beyond magma is gone,

It was replaced by a thin soft quilt that seemed to cover the back of the hand without any weight, a little song that a human mother gently hummed to sleep with love.

His eyelids felt heavy and slowly drooped down, blocking the light.

But it's not darkness, it's a warm dream.

Xia Ji sighed silently from the bottom of his heart: That's great.

It was the first time in a thousand years that he fell asleep.

He slept soundly.

When he wakes up, he sees the maid of the concubine.

He couldn't help staring at the maid.

She is not tall, only 1.5 meters, her skin is crystal clear, petite and soft, wrapped in a palace maid's dress, her long and thin hair hangs down from her waist, and there is a kind of cute feeling between her eyebrows and eyes.

The concubine's mood finally improved: "Sister Wu, Xiaoyu likes you very much, he has been watching you."

"Ah..." Xiao Wu ran over, carefully and curiously looking at the baby boy in the concubine's arms.

The baby boy's eyes are also staring at her.

The two stared at each other for a moment.

Xiao Wudao: "I like him too."

"That's great." The concubine warmed her heart.

This concubine is Hua Xiaochan, who picked up Xiao Wu from the street for many years and married into the palace.

The reason why Xia Ji stared at Xiao Wu is very simple, because... Xiao Wu and Xia Xiao Su are exactly the same.

Hua Xiaochan looked at the baby boy in her arms and said, "In the future, she will be your auntie. You must not treat her as a servant, ah, you know, Xiaoyu."

Xia Jigululu blinked, he always remembered that he was a baby, the baby can't speak, and his vocal organs are not fully developed now, and he can pronounce simple syllables.

Therefore, he made a strange babbling sound, indicating that he knew.

As a result, Hua Xiaochan appeared worried.

"Sister Wu, I think Xiaoyu is sick, why doesn't he cry?"

"It's simple." Xiao Wubian said as he walked over, turned his head slightly, stared at the baby boy's little butt, and said, "Just hit twice."

Hua Xiaochan: ! ! !

Xiao Wu raised his hand and said in a calm tone, "I'll try it."

Hua Xiaochan took a deep breath, instinctively stretched out her hand to protect the baby boy, and said hurriedly: "No need, no need, a child who can't cry is also very good, I'll go back and let the imperial doctor take a look. ."

Xiao Wu made an "oh" sound and stopped.

Xia Ji didn't look at her again.

This girl is exactly the same as Xia Xiaosu, why is her personality different?

Becomes dumb, like a robot, as if there's something wrong with his brain.

Also, when she was leaving, Xiao Su was the uncrowned king of the north, so how could she be a maid here?

Too many questions, he thought about it for a while, suddenly felt hungry in his stomach, and an instinctive sense of grievance welled up in his heart, which made him start to cry aloud, tears streaming down from both sides.

Xiao Wu looked curiously sideways at him crying.

Hua Xiaochan panicked, but soon she remembered that as a mother, she could only do three things.

First feeding.

Second boo boo.

Third shake.

Three turns, and one is always right.

Hua Xiaochan tried from the first one, which was a direct success.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly there was a look of joy on her face. She just said that her son would not cry, but she cried in an instant. She couldn't help showing a sincere smile and looked at Xia Ji tenderly. If you hold it in your hand, it will melt, but if you hold it in your mouth, it will melt.

Because, if there is no accident, this son will be the only one he can rely on in the future, and he is also the only relative.

The emperor hasn't been able to see his son until now. Hua Xiaochan is ashes as she is. She sniffed her nose. There was a faint smell of flames and herbs coming from the hallway in the distance. And some loud noises...

Hua Xiaochan is not surprising.

The emperor seeks longevity, and the national master of the sect helps him concoct alchemy. This is the elixir of gold and white.

But...

The monarch is not the monarch, and the minister is not the minister, and how can the state teacher look like a master?

Between the walks, I was looking at the maids who were about to strip off their clothes and throw them on the bed, but I didn't even show any restraint when I saw the concubines.

And the Son of Heaven doesn't even care.

Accurately speaking, now... Zongmen is heaven.

Dynasties, and even mortal families, dignitaries, rich people, from noble ladies to small family jasper, whoever is favored by the people of the sect, in all likelihood, will be taken away directly.

The process of taking is not forced, but in line with the dynastic system.

But if it doesn't match, it's a forced take.

Hua Xiaochan doesn't understand very much. Many of those sect masters are no longer mortals. It stands to reason that their minds should also be otherworldly, but why have they become more lustful?

It doesn't look like a master, but a villain who has gained power for a while.

She vaguely knew that in order to break free from the shackles of mortal longevity, in addition to Xuan Gong, she also needed a mysterious and vital resource - fire.

But no matter the profound arts or the fire seeds, they are all things that are strictly controlled by the sect, let alone ordinary people, it is not easy for the royal family to obtain them.

Hua Xiaochan is a little worried, this world is too scary.

Too insecure.

She's afraid she won't be able to protect her son.

Thinking of this, she took a doting glance at the sleeping baby boy, gently pulled the quilt for him, and stared at his calm long eyelashes and cute little mouth, she couldn't help but gently kissed down.

Baby's life becomes easy, eat, drink, sleep.

Xia Ji didn't choose any exercises from the baby to practice, anyway, he can directly obtain the skill beads of the ninth layer as long as he flips through the book.

And all his powers are still hidden in his heart, including the 4.36 million dharma images, including the terrifying dharma body condensed from one world and nine bad omens, including the seventy-two supernatural powers, flying knives, yin and yang, Including the storage space that hides the Underworld Knife and Dinghaizhu, including the connection with the world of fire robbery.

No...

He is the world of fire robbery, just like the ancestor of the Wu family is the Jedi in the underworld.

He used this rare precipitation time to think about many things and to calm down many things, including living as a human being.

After half a year, he finally saw the cheap father.

Or for him, it's not a father at all, no blood, no parenting, just a stranger.

The emperor of Qi is a man with yellowish skin and a somewhat empty expression, which is obviously the result of indulgence and alchemy, but his footsteps are very steady, and he is obviously a good trainer.

Since ancient times, no emperor has been able to break free from the shackles of mortals, because no one wants an emperor who can rule for a thousand years to appear.

Therefore, the emperor of Qi country is no exception, unless he relinquishes the throne and is accepted as a disciple by the sect behind the Qi country, only then can he hope to come into contact with the method of immortality.

But after coming into contact with the method, he may not have the opportunity and time to cultivate to the peak of the eleventh realm, thereby increasing his lifespan to a thousand years.

The emperor of Qi is called Qi Xiu.

The reason why he came here was because he suddenly remembered that there was a concubine who he had left out in the cold. It seemed that the concubine had given birth to a son, so he came to see it.

When he saw Hua Xiaochan, he remembered that this is Concubine Chan.

Concubine Chan is a typical marriage, a woman sent to the palace by the Hua family in order to keep their family's one-third of an acre of land.

When I first entered the palace, it was really beautiful.

But after the initial freshness, it's boring.

Qi Xiu just glanced at it, and randomly assigned two more sensible palace maids, and then left directly. He has more children, and he doesn't care about one more or one less.

That night, Xia Ji heard Hua Xiaochan cry for a long time and said a lot to herself.

...

Winter goes, spring comes again, and when summer comes, Xia Ji is one year old.

Xiao Wu took his little hand and walked slowly on the dirt, watching him learn to walk.

Beautiful butterflies are flying among the red and yellow flowers, and the newly opened lotus flowers are fragrant.

Hua Xiaochan sat in the gazebo and watched with a smile.

She, Xiao Wu, plus her son, this is the real home.

Xiao Wu has also become a child, and sometimes even learns Xia Ji's movements and speaks like Xia Ji.

The warm sun fell from the sky, but by noon, it was directly exposed to the sun again.

Hua Xiaochan asked the maid to make lunch, mixed with rock sugar and mung bean soup, mixed with crushed ice to cool off the heat.

She herself carefully hugged her son and began breastfeeding.

She won't let Xia Ji out of her sight for a moment, otherwise she's worried that the child will die unexpectedly.

So, Xia Ji endured this meticulous care and lived with a girl who looked like Xiao Su but wasn't sure if she was Xiao Su.

He really likes this life.

Especially after thousands of years of fighting, his heart and soul need such warmth to heal.

In the fall, he can simply hum a few words, and he can stand on his own while supporting things.

And one morning, Concubine Chan, who had never left him, walked out.

Before Concubine Chan left, Xiao Wu came to the room and carefully guarded him.

And waited until the afternoon, Concubine Chan came back. When she came back, she rummaged through the boxes, found some gold and silver treasures in the jewelry box, and then hurried out.

When I came back, only the people came back, but the gold and silver treasures did not come back.

She sighed softly, a look of sadness in her eyes.

Xiao Wu stared at her curiously.

Xia Ji also stared at her.

Concubine Chan smiled and said in a tone full of apology and gratitude: "It's nothing, I let Sister Wu take the child for a day today."

Xiao Wudao: "Ah, it's fine."

"Sister Wu, let's rest."

"Ah, okay."

Xiao Wu walked to the door, turned around and waved at the boy who made her feel so good for some reason.

Xia Ji also stretched out his right hand and moved his fingers up and down at her.

Xiao Wu closed the door with a smile.

After Concubine Chan helped her son with his daily routine ~IndoMTL.com~ did she gently speak to him.

"The new national teacher is here, and today he called all the concubines and said that he wanted to see which concubine has a fairy bone...

Actually, he just wanted to see which concubine was willing to obey him.

Mother gave him a lot of treasures brought from her mother's house, but he is still not satisfied, feeling that she is perfunctory to him...

My mother is a little worried. If he says something bad about me to the emperor, our mother will not know what to do in the future.

This place is already equivalent to the cold palace, and it will never really hit the cold palace.

Hey, if you can't bear it, you will make a big plan. Mother will just give him the rest of the treasure. "

Concubine Chan looked worried.

Xia Ji listened quietly.

Concubine Chan will never know that her son fully understands what she is talking about.