I woke up after 300 million years

The morning glow is gorgeous, the sunset is gorgeous, the imperial city is prosperous, and the night breeze is gentle.

Wushuang calendar year 622, Wushuang day.

On this day, the streets and alleys are decorated with lights, thousands of houses are brightly lit, and there are vendors and pedestrians everywhere. Women go shopping together, choosing various jewelry and jewelry at roadside stalls. Men gather in groups, and they love restaurants and romance. There was a lot of fun in the place, and the children gathered in front of the street performers' stalls, laughing and watching the strange performances, and clapping their hands.

Fireworks occasionally rise outside the city, adding a touch of color to this day of national celebration.

Yan Fan took a bunch of candied haws and ate one in one bite. The sweet and sour taste was very good.

"This is life. It's lively and bustling. It's not like the palace, which is deserted. You guys stay in the palace all year round and don't go out. Don't you find it boring?" He asked casually. He liked this atmosphere very much. It seemed that he had experienced it with someone before. .

"Ancestor, I don't know about others. If I don't have a mission, I will practice in seclusion. Learning women's skills in my spare time will not be boring." Le Huanhuan was also forced to eat a bunch of candied haws and looked towards the street calmly. "The emperor doesn't like liveliness, so people in the palace don't dare to make loud noises. In addition, the palace is too big and has a small population. It's normal for it to be empty and desolate."

After a second of silence, Le Huanhuan added, "If you like the excitement, I can send more women to the Health Palace to take care of your daily life and perform talents for you every day."

"I like liveliness, but it doesn't mean that the place where I live must be lively." Yan Fan ate the last candied haws and threw the bamboo stick into the trash can. "The situation of the Wushuang Dynasty is not good now. Maybe this will be the last Wushuang." On the [-]nd, once the Proud Dynasty joins forces with the upper world to attack us, and if the disparity in the number of strong men is too great, the only option is to abandon the city and escape."

For a week, there has been no movement from the Aoshi Dynasty, which makes Yan Fan solemn. It is always quiet before the storm. Maybe the other party is planning a big move, and if he doesn't make a sound, he will become a blockbuster.

Le Huanhuan bit her red lips and expressed her stance, "Ancestor, don't worry, anyone who wants to harm you must step over my body and swear to protect my ancestor to the end!"

Yan Fan was still a little greedy. Seeing that the woman had eaten a candied haws in a long time, he probably didn't like eating these things, so he reached out to grab it, bit it down, chewed it, and said:

"It's not that pessimistic. When we encounter cultivators who can't be beaten, we can just run away. There is no need to be righteous and desperate. Changsheng has discussed with me that you, including the Wushuang Army, and important officials of the dynasty, will go with us. As long as you know about the candidate, please don’t spread it..."

Le Huanhuan did not respond, but looked straight at the candied haws with a red face, excited in her heart: Eat it! The ancestor actually ate the food I ate! Is this an indirect kiss?

The more she thought about it, the redder her face turned, and her slender hands were gesturing on her chest, feeling at a loss.

Although Le Huanhuan is not a love mind, nor is he a nymphomaniac, when facing Yan Fan, he does show the urge to follow his facial features. The so-called appearance is justice.

When she looked at Yan Fan, she had a filter that was [-] times greater, and his every smile could touch her heartstrings.

"Why do you blush so often?" Yan Fan pinched Le Huanhuan's face, which was very hot.

"I, I..." Le Huanhuan lowered his head, he was so shy that he hesitated, and made random excuses, "The weather is too hot, so I have to wear too much."

As the same saying goes, a cold woman will always behave like a little girl in front of the man she admires.

Yan Fan glanced at Le Huanhuan's chest, "It's not hot tonight, and besides, you only wore two pieces."

"Three pieces, and one breast piece..." Le Huanhuan lowered her head and retorted in a very small voice.

"I don't understand you, sometimes it's inexplicable." Yan Fan shook his head.

With missing memory, he is no longer the emotional and sensitive human being he used to be. He often says words such as "I don't understand", "I don't understand", "What's the point", etc.

These words have always been the mantra of the outer gods to living beings, because the outer gods cannot understand the behavior of living beings. In the eyes of the outer gods, no matter how powerful the living beings are, they are just ants.

Le Huanhuan's eyes dimmed for three seconds, and then his low mood swept away, and he said softly:

"Ancestor, it's getting late, let's go back."

"Okay." Yan Fan nodded.

Walking down a street, Yan Fan was attracted not far away, "Why are so many people gathered around the door?"

Le Huanhuan cast his gaze and told with a smile, "Ancestor, that is Yunduan Pavilion, an entertainment venue run by Prince Yun. The threshold is very high. If you want to get in, you must have status as well as money. There is no double day every year, and outstanding young people Seniors will gather together to compare their families, cultivation, treasures, etc. They are very young and energetic, not suitable for ancestors."

"Not suitable?" Yan Fan looked at the woman out of the corner of his eye and asked playfully, "You think I'm very old?"

Hearing this, Le Huanhuan knew that he had said the wrong thing, and immediately became panicked and hurriedly said, "No, I mean, little girl, this is a place where a bunch of brats play. The ancestor has a noble status. Only the unparalleled banquet in the palace is worthy of the ancestor." ."

Yan Fan patted the woman's shoulder and brought the last bite of candied haws to her mouth.

"Don't be nervous, you are not joking at all. Remember, I am not Mu Changsheng, let alone the emperor. There are not so many rules in front of me."

"Let's go and have a look. You don't have to think about it to know that the Wushuang Banquet is boring. It's a banquet for a group of civil and military officials to please the immortals. Ancestor, I am young and energetic, so I am more suitable for this kind of place." Yan Fan half complained and half said Self-proclaimed, he walked towards Yunduan Pavilion with a smile.

Le Huanhuan was stunned on the spot, with candied haws in his mouth, tears in his eyes, and whispered to himself:

"Ancestor is so gentle!"

"Uh... No, Ancestor, please wait for me. We should go back. If you are absent from the Wushuang Banquet, I will be punished!"

"Ancestor! Did you hear what the little girl said?"

"Ancestor..."

Yan Fan looked back and glared at the woman, then squeezed her red cheeks hard, "Wu Shuang Banquet means I won't be too much if you have more, but if you don't have me less, it won't be more. If Changsheng dares to punish you, I'll slap him, okay?"

"Don't! Don't!" Le Huanhuan was startled, "You can play, I don't care, just punish me. I'm used to it anyway."

Her fear of Mu Changsheng was engraved in her bones. If the emperor punished her and her ancestor slapped the emperor for this reason, she would not feel flattered, but would understand that death was not far away.

"Don't panic, follow the ancestors and you will be hungry for three days..." Yan Fan paused and held his chin with his right hand.

How could I say something like this subconsciously?

It seems that I often used this word to fool others?

Thinking of this, Yan Fan became more confused and ashamed, "Was I a liar before?"

The entrance of Yunduan Pavilion.

A scholarly son with a scholarly demeanor, a handsome general's son, a noble prince who leads a small neighboring country, a proud daughter of a first-class sect... countless young people gathered here to celebrate the 622nd anniversary of the founding of the Wushuang Dynasty, and secondly It is the comparison and struggle between young people.

"Have you heard that Fairy Yun has set a challenge on the seventh floor of Yunduan Pavilion. Whoever can pass it can climb to the seventh floor, regardless of origin or wealth."

"Don't think about it. Fairy Yun is the youngest and most beloved daughter of Prince Yun. She is talented and intelligent. She is the most beautiful woman in the imperial city. How can ordinary people see her? The so-called challenge is to screen those royal nobles, not ordinary people like us. "

"It's not bad to try. It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. What if it succeeds?"

In the crowd, Yan Fan looked at Le Huanhuan after hearing these words.

Le Huanhuan understood instantly and spoke in a low voice:

"Fairy Yun's real name is Yun Shiya. She is the daughter of Prince Yun and a leader of the younger generation. I met her once five years ago. She is very beautiful. She is not comparable to ordinary women. Her cultivation at that time was in the realm of the King. It has been five years, and with a lot of resources to train him, he may have broken through to the Tianyi realm. This year... he should be twenty-nine years old this year. I don’t know the details and haven’t investigated.”

Yan Fan was thoughtful, not caring about Yun Shiya, but more curious about the younger generation at the door.

"Can other forces come to participate in Wushuang Day?"

"Okay." Le Huanhuan said in a low tone, "Wushuang Day is mainly to show the courage and strength of our Wushuang Dynasty. There will be powerful cultivators guarding the gate of the city, deliberately spreading their aura. Those cultivators from small forces come here just to climb up. Relationships, and Yun Shiya is a good breakthrough point. I heard that Fairy Yun is willing to make friends with the younger generation, has many friends, and many ways to cultivate her own power."

Cultivating one's own power is not uncommon in Wushuang Dynasty.

The three princes have too many heirs. If you want to stand out from countless brothers and sisters, it is not enough to rely on yourself alone. You must have the support of more forces.

There are more than two hundred brothers and sisters of Yun Shiya's generation. To be able to achieve what she is today and to be called the most beautiful woman in the imperial city, she has put in a lot of effort. This title is extremely important to her and is enough to attract countless men of the younger generation. Join and expand your power step by step.

The prince will not care about the overt and covert fights of the younger generation, and the emperor will turn a blind eye even more. No matter how powerful you become, you can uproot it with just one sentence and not make waves.

Yan Fan watched the people entering Yunduan Pavilion one after another, and finally all came out in a panic, becoming even more curious about the situation inside.

"The most beautiful woman in the imperial city, go and have a look."

Le Huanhuan was startled, then carefully tugged on Yan Fan's sleeve, blushing, and mustered up the courage to say:

"Ancestor, I am also a beauty. Tonight..."

"No appointment." Yan Fan rolled his eyes.

Le Huanhuan: "Uuuu...ancestor."

Yan Fan ignored it and walked into Yunduan Pavilion.

The decoration here is very elegant and artistic, without the smell of fireworks, and the walls are hung with literati ink.

The most eye-catching thing is a wall surrounded by guardrails, with a calligraphy and painting hanging on it, just the word "cloud", with the emperor's seal underneath.

When the maid in the attic saw the two new faces, she stood up to greet them and said with a smile:

"This young master, this young lady, is this your first time here?"

"Yes." Yan Fan nodded and pointed to the stairs, "I want to go up there to see the most beautiful woman."

This is straightforward and simple.

The maid smiled sweetly, "Sir, all the nobles who come to Yunduan Pavilion today want to see Fairy Yun's face. We have rules. There are seven floors, each floor has fifteen steps. Each step will exert different levels of pressure. If you go up to the seventh floor, you will naturally see Fairy Yun."

Slightly stunned, Yan Fan burst into laughter, "It's so simple, I thought there were some qualifications to be assessed."

"Sir, more than twenty people have said the same thing as you before, but unfortunately, none of them have climbed to the seventh floor yet." The maid smiled on the surface, but the disdain in her eyes was not concealed.

She had seen too many people like Yan Fan who spoke nonsense as soon as they arrived, and they all ended up being slapped in the face.

Le Huanhuan opened her red lips slightly, intending to teach the maid a lesson, but Yan Fan reached out to stop her.

He walked up the stairs and stood on the first step, feeling a breeze blowing by.

"It's just so so." Yan Fan continued to go up, raised his feet, stopped suddenly, and turned around and said, "Mu Changsheng's handwriting is not good-looking. Next time I will give you a painting from Yunduan Pavilion to give him an edge."

Bang!

A pair of chopsticks fell to the ground, and the first floor fell into a deathly silence. All the people eating were stunned and looked at the man in white, sweat dripping down their backs.

In public, calling the Emperor by his full name, calling him a brat, and belittling the Emperor's calligraphy and painting are a proper death penalty!