The Sword Dynasty

All the guardians will be silent and will not speak.

Everyone in the world knows that Zheng Xiu was the most powerful hostess of the Daqin dynasty, and can even be said to be the real master of Changling at the moment, because everyone knows that after Yuan Wu's ascension, he spent most of his time in closed practice. All political affairs are handled by the two phases and Zheng Xiu.

However, for Zheng Xiu, the attitude of all Qin people is very delicate.

Her ruthless governance of the entire Daqin dynasty has made the Daqin dynasty unprecedentedly orderly and powerful in these years. However, her ruthlessness always makes people unhappy, just like her previous attitude towards Moshoucheng.

The more important reason is that she always has that person's brand on her body.

From the point of view of these defenders, even though she eventually betrayed that person and chose Yuan Wu, she was once the woman of that person. For many years, the saints they loyal to chose to forget and wipe out, but some of what she did Things are constantly reminiscent of that person.

Sacred will be unpredictable.

However, for those who do not like Zheng Xiu very much, they are also very clear that the great Qin dynasty is powerful because of the intimacy of the Holy Sovereign and the Queen, and the cultivation of the Holy Sovereign is strong and the Queen's governance is unparalleled.

For the entire huge Qin Dynasty, the most important thing is the attitude and thoughts of the Holy King towards these practices of the Queen.

"Shen Xuan? …Is the penalty sentence?"

In the majestic and splendid palace, the emperor Yuanwu, dressed in cloth, sat on the couch. He looked at the volume of documents unfolding in front of him, shook his head peacefully, and then closed his eyes.

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

The meaning of the expression is to see but not to see.

As for what Zheng Xiu did, he remained the same as before, allowing Zheng Xiu to indulge and turn a blind eye.

...

The palace is very quiet.

But those who walked inside looked at the quiet room used by the emperor's practice, the two-phase photo gallery, and the orientation of the queen's study in the harem.

They all feel that something big is about to happen.

However, nothing happened, everything is as calm as ever.

The table and chairs on which the queen sat moved forward, closer to the mysterious patio and the spiritual spring with white aura.

All the lotus petals in the Lingquan have withered, forming a tight lotus, and the white spirits that are winding around seem to be gathering towards the lotus seeds in the lotus.

Each of the immature lotus seeds is like a single practitioner, revealing an unspeakable spirit.

The perfect face of the queen exudes porcelain-like luster. Her eyes seem to be calmly cast in the blurred light shuttled in the patio, but in the world of perception, it is a storm.

Her perception has reached the height of the starry sky that she can't reach on weekdays.

The one that came out of Zhao Jianlu, but was forcibly captured by her, passed through the thinnest air zone at the moment, just as if it had truly escaped from this heaven and earth, like turning into stars, and slowly passing through the dead. Starry sky.

Her consciousness was entangled with the sword, and she tried hard to make the sword accept the refining of the spark that she could not touch before.

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

The little sword carrying her will is like a small boat in Wang Yang, and there is danger of overturning at any time.

Every new starfire fell on this little sword, the vitality on the little sword was burned out a smoke, the sword body shivered violently, and the painful meaning naturally passed back to her perception world, function To her body.

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

The pain of the natal sword is the real pain.

However, she did not feel the pain at all, because a great pleasure always filled her whole body and the whole spiritual world.

Every ray of vitality on the small sword was burned, and when it seemed to be precarious, a starlight was drawn from all directions by her will and injected into this small sword.

These stars turned into vitality and became one with the spark remaining on this little sword, and really settled in this little sword.

The surface of the small sword occasionally had debris falling like a cicada slough, but the entire sword did not shrink.

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

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

She is a lovely girl of heaven, but when she came out of Jiaodong County, she met the man. No matter how good she was, she couldn't pass that person.

When the man disappeared, Yuanwu passed through the eight realms.

No matter before or now, she carries the brand of that person or Yuan Wu, consciously always in the shadow of those two.

Now Zhao Jianlu is enough to withstand the sword of her will and sparks, and she has to continue to take the gods' tactics to take her into a new world. Her state of mind is only as free as when she entered Changling on the first day.

When that little sword broke through the end of her original perception, and the surface was peeling off like a cicada, ushering in a new life, Shen Xuan, wearing a new official uniform, was slowly walking out of the cold palace.

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

The flesh and blood wounds on his body had scabed off, but the skin was still uneven, varying in depth, as if there were many dry vines hidden under the skin.

The fresh flesh and blood are still itchy, but breathing fresh air, Shen Xuan laughed inexplicably.

He also welcomed his new life.

...

Yanshangdu.

A rebellion launched by the foreign king has been completely settled.

Many troops from other counties and counties have already begun to evacuate, and the people have begun to re-focus on their livelihoods. This kind of bloody event has been seen too much for the people in Shangdu. As long as they are not carried out in their own small courtyard, so many big things are just Reduced to a chat after dinner.

Several of the worst streets and lanes destroyed during the battle are still cleaning up their bodies.

A general wearing bronze armor sat wearily on a collapsed courtyard wall, watching the corpses that were being cleared and following his own corpses. The bitterness and helplessness in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

Not far away, there were several patrolling royal guards. When looking at the mountain-like general, his eyes were full of envy and awe.

This general was Fan Yuqi, the general of the Yan Dynasty, and the general of the Northern Army of Yan.

Awe is naturally derived from the strength shown by Fan Yu abandoned in this rebellion, but the envy is that... this rebellion caused many generals who were above this general to die, and this general was like a natural pull. Rank, must be the first big man to reorganize the military next.

One person needs some amazing chances if he wants to be a king.

However, for Fan Yuqi, he is very clear that he can finally sit alive here, one comes from how many brave and fearless warriors under his own, and the other is because of the street in which he fights, There are just a few powerful outlanders.

The general raised his hand, and a cold-faced, deep-eyed man with a mournful expression reached his side.

"Give it to the foreigner named Wang Taixu."

He took out a piece of soldiers and handed it to his subordinates, and said slowly: "Tell him what I owe him."