Empress, your husband is invincible

The short sword slashed across the corner of Ye Cheng's clothes, Ling Xuejian frowned slightly and looked at Ye Cheng.

The dagger in her hand is one of the few relics left to her by the former emperor.

On weekdays, she has been placed on the bookshelf in the imperial study room to spur and motivate herself to be diligent in government affairs and revive Da Ling.

But now it seems that Ye Cheng, a prodigal son, really knows the relic left by her father?
Could it be that he could really solve his doubts about the relics of the previous emperor that were almost demonic in his heart?
Seeing that Ling Xuejian regained some sanity, Ye Cheng stretched out his hand towards her.

"Your Majesty, this short sword should also be a relic of the former emperor? Can you lend me this sword?"

Ling Xuejian pursed her lips, but in the end, she still suppressed the complicated and turbulent emotions in her heart rationally.

Among the few relics left by the former emperor, many of them were never seen or heard of by her.

She has always been curious about it, but she can't find anyone who understands it to explain it to herself.

Holding the dagger upside down and handing the hilt to Ye Cheng, Ling Xuejian said bitterly:
"If you can't come up with a name, I will surely kill your nine clans! I will cut you into pieces, a prodigal son of yours, and feed them to the wild dogs outside the city!"

Ye Cheng didn't explain too much.

The moment he took the dagger, he felt a long-lost sense of familiarity.

The hilt of this short sword is wrapped with artificial leather that is common in later generations.

At the junction of the hilt and the sword body, there are two lines of small Chinese and English characters branded by argon arc welding.

The small print on it is made in Yiwu, China.

The following line of English is Ye Cheng's familiar "madeinChina".

After waving it casually twice, Ye Cheng's expression was extremely strange, and a bold guess suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Your Majesty, it is true that this short sword came from the hometown of the grass people.

Rong Caomin boldly asked, did the late emperor's temperament change a lot before and after he got these things, and he looked like the same person as before? "

Ling Xuejian looked at him in surprise, his face changed slightly, and he said dejectedly:

"Since father fell into the well, his body collapsed, he lay in bed for several days, but finally lost to the destiny, and passed away in the midst of illness.

Only when he was dying, did my father allow me to come forward to see him for the last time.

At that time, he could no longer speak, but he still solemnly entrusted this bag of relics to me.

At the same time, I made a last order with Prime Minister Qin, asking him to hold a contest to recruit relatives and choose a husband and son-in-law after I become an adult..."

Ye Cheng's eyelids twitched, and he gave her a sympathetic look.

Case solved...

This naive empress probably still thinks that the late emperor is her biological father.

Ye Cheng had a doubt since he knew about martial arts competition and recruiting relatives.

Which ancient emperor would be so idle that he would let his only daughter do such a boring thing as "martial arts competition and recruiting relatives"?

But now connecting the words of the Empress and Zhuang Shuanglin, and even the previous explanation of the system, Ye Cheng has completely awakened.

Feeling that my dying father-in-law is also a traveler of later generations!
Martial arts competition to recruit relatives, choose a husband for the Empress?
Heh, that miserable fellow traveler is quite escaping and creative...

How about eating this poor empress' soft rice in another way?

With a long sigh, Ye Cheng subconsciously patted Ling Xuejian's fragrant shoulder.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me.

Although the late emperor has passed away, there is still me. "

"Ok?"

Ling Xuejian's complexion changed, and her eyebrows were raised horizontally.

"Don't get me wrong, what I mean is that I can help the late emperor carry forward what he left for you."

Ye Cheng explained calmly.

Ling Xuejian was silent for a moment, then suddenly lowered her head, and began to carefully arrange her skirt.

Except for going to court, she is used to making ordinary attire with skirts.

After rearranging the skirt, Ling Xuejian frowned and glared at Ye Cheng.

"Come with me."

Ye Cheng didn't understand what kind of medicine was sold in Ling Xuejian's gourd.

But realizing that she no longer had any killing intent, Ye Cheng just pondered for a moment, then followed her towards the palace gate.

"Squeak..."

The heavy palace door was opened by Ling Xuejian, and the dark night spilled in.

Taking the lantern from Zhuang Shuanglin who was always standing outside the palace gate, Ling Xuejian led Ye Cheng straight to the bedroom without any hesitation.

Zhuang Shuanglin silently followed behind the two without saying a word.

The moonlight was shining brightly on the royal road sandwiched between the vermilion high walls on both sides, like sparkling water.

Ling Xuejian's bedroom is located in the back city of the imperial city, but it is similar to the layout of the Forbidden City that Ye Cheng had seen before.

Ling Xuejian's sleeping palace is called the Huangqi Palace, which occupies quite a large area.

I don't know if it was Ling Xuejian's intention to save money or something else, but the two of them walked from the imperial study room on the west side of the imperial city to the Huangqi Palace, and they didn't have the soft sedan chairs that are common in movies and TV dramas.

After stepping into the Huangqi Palace, Ling Xuejian still asked Zhuang Shuanglin and other eunuchs and maids to wait outside the palace, just like the royal study, and only brought Ye Cheng in.

Different from the majestic appearance, the layout inside the Huangqi Palace is rather simple. Except for some decorative calligraphy and paintings and exquisite curtains, the layout of the empress Ling Xuejian's bedroom is actually similar to Ye Cheng's Tingfeng Palace.

Glancing at Ye Cheng, Ling Xuejian walked towards the bed on his own, bent down and dragged out a gold silk sandalwood box from under the bed.

Pressing the gold silk sandalwood box with her white palm, Ling Xuejian looked at Ye Cheng with a serious expression.

"Ye Cheng, I... I hope that no matter what you see later, you can help me clear up my confusion."

"I just hope that you don't tell anyone what happened today!"

Hearing the self-proclaimed "I" in Ling Xuejian's mouth, Ye Cheng came to a realization.

Ling Xuejian was really troubled by these relics of the former emperor, she was willing to let go of the majesty of an emperor, and begged herself as an ordinary person...

Nodding in silence, Ye Cheng slowly squatted down.

Ling Xuejian took out a golden key from a bag on his back waist, and turned the gold silk sandalwood box to the two of them.

Only then did Ye Cheng realize that there was a golden lock the size of a baby's fist hanging on this small sandalwood box.

"click..."

Ling Xuejian took a deep look at Ye Cheng, and opened the golden lock.

In the Huangqi Palace, candles were brightly lit.

The moment the gold silk sandalwood box was opened, all the contents in the box came into Ye Cheng's eyes clearly.

After a moment of silence, Ye Cheng looked at Ling Xuejian sympathetically again, and took out the contents one by one.

"Rucksack."

"High concentrated solar flashlight."

"Steel sapper shovel."

"lighter."

"Mountain Travel Guide."

"Wearable headphones."

"Mobile phone, uh, it's out of battery..."

"..."

Listening to Ye Cheng calling out the names of the items in the box one by one, and putting them in front of him without concealing his contempt, Ling Xuejian felt mixed feelings.

Although the names of these things, she has never heard of them.

It can even be believed that with the national strength of Da Ling and the surrounding countries, it is impossible to produce it...

Taking a deep look at Ye Cheng, Ling Xuejian lowered his eyes.

Could it be that the conjecture that I have always had in my heart is really right?