Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 336
Have you seen these snakes, insects, rats and ants constantly crawling out of the tomb?
You are just like them at this moment, waking up the insects and moving at night.

You guys are like the ghosts and monsters in Zhao Wujiang's mouth, you can't see the light of the sky. "

Chaos held a three-foot bronze blade tightly in his hand, looking down on everyone:

"And I, Chaos, am the light of the sky at this moment!"

With a swipe of his long sword, it was as if he had pushed through the clouds and faced the enemies in all directions.

Rainy night.

The rain washed away the chill brought by the sound of gold and iron, and the bones watched the figures fall one by one with an inexhaustible torch in their hands.

The years are always moving forward without stopping, and He never stops, waiting for those creatures who follow Him.

Royal Palace.

"His Royal Highness, you can't run around, the emperor is reviewing the memorial."

"Ouch, little ancestor, you can't eat that, spit it out quickly."

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Three or five eunuchs and court ladies were running around a yellow-robed child, watching over them cautiously and anxiously.

This is the heir born at the beginning of the second year of Emperor Yonghui, and he was registered as King Yin.

The child is laughing, shuttling inside the palace walls, his little figure is carefree.

Soon, he bumped into a figure, he felt a little pain, rubbed his little head and looked up, the smile on the innocent little face deepened, and he begged for a hug.

"Master."

"See Taifu."

The chasing eunuchs and maids hurriedly stopped and saluted respectfully. The man in front of her was the world-famous Zhao Wujiang, who is now a first-rank official tutor, not only teaching Prince Li Zhong, but also the young Prince Yin.

Although the Tai Tuo is an empty post, but he is the Secretary Supervisor of Quan Da Xiangguo, and he often goes in and out of the palace, which is deeply trusted by the emperor.

Zhao Wujiang picked up the child, smiled warmly, waved to the maids and eunuchs, and walked towards the imperial study.

The eunuchs and maids bowed again and again.

After passing through the deep palace, Zhao Wujiang arrived at the imperial study room, and lightly knocked on the door:

"Veteran Zhao Wujiang, see the emperor."

Without waiting for an answer, he pushed open the door.

When Wu Meiniang saw the person coming, she gave him an annoyed look, full of flair.

She put down the vermilion pen in her hand, took the child who kept yelling at her, and hugged her with a loving smile.

Zhao Wujiang closed the door casually, looked at Wu Meiniang, who was becoming more and more graceful and luxurious, and said with a smile:
"In the past few years, the weather has been good and the weather is good. It is reasonable to say that there are no disturbing things. Why did you come in and see that your face is not very good?"

"Isn't that a group of old scholars? These old ministers said that the time is right and people are harmonious, and they suggested changing the year name to show signs of prosperity." Wu Meiniang gently pushed over a memorial:
"These are all the year names of the book, and the selection gave me a headache."

Zhao Wujiang took the memorial and spread it out, looking at the densely packed handwriting, he asked with concern:

"You have a headache? Let me see?"

He climbed onto Wu Meiniang's soft waist with his big hands, and was knocked off by Wu Meiniang:
"Headache! Where are you touching?"

"Doesn't this show that I have superb medical skills?" Zhao Wujiang laughed, his big hands wandering restlessly.

Wu Meiniang frowned and said angrily:

"Quickly choose, go back after choosing!"

"Ah? Meiniang, are you driving me away?" Zhao Wujiang turned pale with shock.

"Yan Ning is happy, you have to go back early!" Wu Meiniang looked serious.

"Sigh, the only husband who is an outsider is the only one who loves sisters deeply." Zhao Wujiang shook his head, his eyes swept over the memorial, and pointed to two big and round characters:
"Just it."

The days are so short, and a hundred years is easy to grow old.

The sky is vast, and ten thousand kalpas are extremely long.

It has been more than eight years since Cangwu fell to the southeast at the end of Xianqing year.

With the promulgation of the Xianqing New Deal and the concerted efforts of the emperor and the common people, the Tang Dynasty is becoming more and more prosperous. Therefore, a new year name-Changping is ushered in.

It is not Linde, Zongzhang, Hongdao and other year names recorded in the ancient history of Lanxing's world, but Changping, which lives with the people, Chang, which is prosperous in all directions, and Ping, which is peaceful in the world.

In the third year of Changping in the Tang Dynasty, on the fourteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, there was heavy snowfall.

Chang'an, Chang'an County, Chang'an Square, Zhao Mansion.

Snowflakes fell from the vast sky and were caught by a big hand, and the coldness spread in the hand.

The owner of the big hand is a man, wearing a big fur, like a rich man, his eyes are like bright stars, his eyebrows are slanted like flying swords, only three fingers wide from the half-white hair on the temples.

At this moment, he was smiling and holding the girl in his arms.

The girl was about three or four years old, wearing a small hat, cute, big eyes, and small hands, trying to break his big hand that was holding Snowflake.

"Daddy will do a trick for you." He smiled warmly, stretched out his five fingers and opened his palm:
"Dangdang, it's gone."

The girl's eyes widened, her face was full of curiosity, how did daddy's magical trick change?She started to touch the palm of the man's hand, and it was cold in the warmth, she retracted her little hand.

The man grinned, touched the brim of the girl's hat, picked up a snowflake, and waved it in front of the girl:
"Dangdang, it's back again."

The girl cheered for joy, and was about to touch the snowflake in the man's hand, when an angry shout came from inside the house:

"Zhao Wujiang, if you freeze Qiqi to death, let's see how I deal with you tonight!"

The man who looks like a rich man is none other than Zhao Wujiang.

For seven years, the curse of the gods has been corroding him, his cultivation has been deteriorating, and his vitality is slowly melting away.

But he didn't seem to care, and lived happily.

The girl in his arms is the heir of him and Wang Yanning, whose nickname is Qiqi.

Zhao Wujiang walked into the house with his daughter Qiqi in his arms, while he was smiling, he seemed to be hanging on the woman's grievances:
"I said Wang Yanning, you used to call me Zhao Lang every night, how long has it been since you called me by my first name?

Alas, men are fickle, but women are fickle.

Let's ignore your mother, okay, Qiqi? "

He smiled and kissed his daughter Qiqi's little face, Qiqi covered his mouth with her little hand, and kept pushing, letting out giggling and innocent laughter, echoing in the mansion under the heavy snow.

"Father, your precious son is back."

"Boom." With a sound, the door was pushed open, and a boy with a thick head and a thick head rushed in.

He was about six or seven years old, still a child.

The eyebrows are quite similar to Zhao Wujiang, at the moment he is wearing the blue and black official uniform of Dali Temple, the waist, cuffs, and hem of the official uniform have traces of re-tailoring, and there is a small wooden knife pinned to the waist of his left hand. Holding the knife, he ran towards Zhao Wujiang excitedly.

Zhao Wujiang embraced his son with one hand, and picked him up.

Zhao Xiaoyin, the son of Zhao Wujiang and Wu Meiniang, was born in Xianqing, he was registered as King Yin, and now he is eight years old.

Yin, which means heirs, and Zhao Xiaoyin, this is a nickname, and the big name retains the word Yin, and at the same time, the middle word means to help the world.

But Zhao Wujiang thinks that Xiao Yin has not yet grown up and does not have the ability to help the world, so he keeps calling him by nickname.

"Master, your baby Miaomiao is back."

A young girl rushed in from outside the door, her ponytail was thrown high, she was quite valiant and heroic, her small face was beautiful and refined, she was wearing a black robe like ink, and she was carrying an epee as tall as a man on her back, she ran towards Zhao Wujiang happily, stepping across the accumulation Snow is the deep footprints.

Miaomiao is endowed with divinity, and grew up slowly beside Zhao Wujiang, and now she is graceful and graceful.

Miaomiao hugged her master tightly, as deep and sincere as she was when she was young.

"How was it at Dali Temple today?"

(End of this chapter)