[Xiu Xian] The little cute master who has a headache every day

Mu Xuanying's appearance is not as beautiful as Mo Yu's, but he has handsome features. It is the kind of appearance that does not have the slightest aggression, but makes people feel good about it. Often people are not familiar with it, and people will feel good about it when they meet.Whether it is a five-year-old girl or an 80-year-old lady, Mu Xuanying can be said to be invincible.

Mu Xuanying personally felt that his days in the palace were embarrassing everywhere, but for those lonely queen mothers and concubines in the palace, the little children were well-behaved, sensible, and pleasing in appearance, even if they were hugging each other at the beginning. They contacted him with a bit of utilitarianism, but as time went on, they really liked this lovely child.

It can be said that in today's Queen Mother Zhang's heart, even his son's position has to be placed in the back row.

Jin Yiwei dispatched all of them, and they searched inside and outside the capital, but they couldn't find any trace of Zhang Zaihou.Thinking of his mother's tears in the harem enough to drown the Cishou Palace, Emperor Zhengde had a headache.

Swiping away all the servants, Emperor Zhengde walked towards the inner hall of the bedroom, while searching for how to divert the Queen Mother's attention.

However, as soon as he entered the inner hall, Emperor Zhengde was stunned.

There was a person sitting beside the table on the west side of the inner hall.The man was in his early twenties, handsome, but his face was a little too pale, as if he was still recovering from a serious illness.At this time, he was crossing his legs, holding a volume of manuscripts in his hand, and was fascinated by it.

After being stunned for a moment, he was shocked and angry, and there was someone sitting there threateningly in the majestic emperor's bedroom, clearly threatening the emperor's safety seriously.He took a step back subconsciously, and said sharply, "Come on!"

Emperor Zhengde thought that his group of subordinates would rush in to escort him, but after waiting for a while, no one responded.

Emperor Zhengde was filled with shock and anger, and the guards outside the palace did not respond at all. Is this an assassination or a premeditated forced palace?Could it be that the guards in the palace have been controlled by them?

Just as he was guessing who sent the visitor, he heard a voice behind Emperor Zhengde, saying gently: "Don't be afraid, we have no malicious intentions."

Emperor Zhengde suddenly turned around, only to see a man in green clothes standing behind him.His face was also as white as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, but his eyes were clear and his demeanor was indifferent. He was not only a rare handsome man, but also a handsome man with excellent temperament.Frankly speaking, for Emperor Zhengde who loved beauty and never cared about men and women, this man's appearance was actually quite to his liking.

If it wasn't for this person's unknown origin and obviously breaking into the Forbidden Palace privately.

Emperor Zhengde's eyes were cold, he looked at the person with his hands behind his back, and said coldly: "Who are you waiting for? How dare you intrude into the inner court!" No matter what, he is the emperor of Ming Dynasty, even if he is in danger, he can't lose his dignity .

At this moment, the man beside the table finally put down the scroll in his hand.

Emperor Zhengde glanced at it, and it turned out to be a volume of "Ming History Taizu Benji".

Emperor Zhengde frowned in his heart, looking at the Taizu scroll, could it be that some vassal king sent him to force him to follow the example of Emperor Taizu and Zen in a certain cousin?

Speaking of which, this man looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

If you don't look at the vigilant face, you will point at them to scold the rebellious and assassinated little emperor. The man in blue, that is, Zhang Wuji, looks at his senior brother with a strange expression: "The paper is full of praises, I don't know why It is the reincarnation of the heavenly Xingjun, Wencheng Wude, saving all peoples." Zhang Wuji rubbed his arms, "I have goosebumps."

Even if he left no heirs, he was said to be the reincarnation of a fairy, and mortal women could not leave his heirs.Zhang Wuji had nothing to say about this.

What else to say, the historian will help you out.

Song Qingshu said lightly: "Why do you still have goosebumps now?" The dead are so particular.

Zhang Wuji: "... what brother said is true."

Then, he finally set his sights on his great-great-great-great-great-great-grandnephew.

Zhengde Emperor Zhang Houzhao froze.He was locked by that gaze, and cold sweat dripped from the corner of his forehead.He has been emperor for ten years, even though his usual behavior is absurd, he is still the emperor who holds the power of life and death in a country, and he is very majestic.However, now, in the eyes of this stranger, he seems to have been stripped naked and thrown into a world of ice and snow. As far as he can see, he is chilled to the bone, and even more so, he is filled with evil spirits like mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Can't move.

Zhang Wuji is not Zhang Houzhao, he has been a prince since he was a child, and it is logical to ascend the throne as emperor, and he doesn't even have a brother who competes with him for the throne.His throne was defeated by himself, and the Ming Dynasty was established under the collapse of the Yuan Dynasty.There is something about him that cannot be dispelled even by death. Only those who have come down from the battlefield will have the evil spirit and the imperial domineering spirit that created the prosperity of the emperor for 30 years.

No matter which point, Zhang Houzhao was so suppressed that he couldn't lift his head.

Zhang Wuji was actually suffocating in his heart.

When he woke up on Longhu Mountain, there was no living thing around him, so he naturally had no way of knowing what was going on today.When he had to meet his master and uncle again, and then inquired a little about the absurd things about the current emperor, Zhang Wuji's head buzzed.

Doesn't this situation follow in the footsteps of the Yuan Dynasty?

Today's Ming Dynasty is much better than the Yuan Dynasty when starvation was everywhere!

Although a big family always has one or two unworthy children, what if this unworthy child becomes the emperor?

It took him and Song Qingshu nearly a month to digest the aura that Mo Yu poured into their bodies, and tried their best not to look too abrupt.Zhang Wuji felt a little suffocated when he thought about it, at his age, he should have been blessed.But he and his senior brother had no choice but to come to the palace to stare at this absurd great-great-great-great-nephew, lest he harm the country and implicate innocent people.

Thinking of this, Zhang Wuji gritted his teeth—after becoming a zombie, there are two sharp little canine teeth in his mouth, which sometimes pop out without paying attention, and he panicked—he looked at Zhang Houzhao and said calmly: "Listen! Say you have 350 concubines and 130 male favorites in your harem, and many of them came by stealth?"

Zhang Houzhao was taken aback. To be honest, how many beauties are there in the harem... He hasn't checked it himself. Of course, there are quite a few beauties.The fingers in the sleeves were tightly clenched, Zhang Houzhao said coldly: "So what!"

Zhang Wuji said earnestly: "Even the emperor should pay attention to his body. Look at your blue eyes and sloppy footsteps. It is clear that you are overindulging. This is not good. In my opinion, these women have not yet given birth to you. It is better to give it to you." How about a generous dowry, allowing her to remarry? To live a life, one confidant is enough, don't think about the blessings of three wives and four concubines, that's suffering."

Thinking back to those ministers who wrote letters every three days and begged him to be selected, and all kinds of beauties he met from time to time in the palace, Zhang Wuji's hairs would stand on end.If there is anything bad about being an emperor, maybe it is here.

He has his own heart, and he is not interested in any kind of blessing - his senior brother will stab him to death with a sword.

Zhang Wuji thought seriously, his great-great-nephew heard that he was good when he was young, but he became more and more crooked as he grew older, and if he was ruthless, he might be able to correct it.His body is too weak, he doesn't exercise often and indulges in sensuality, he will be short-lived, so he has to be suppressed to practice martial arts.Try to settle this mess within 20 years, and then cultivate a similar successor, so that he can wander the world with his senior brother.

Zhang Wuji was just talking about the matter, and he didn't mean to be ironic, but Zhang Houzhao's face was flushed, and his body was trembling a little.He glared at Zhang Wuji angrily, and said sharply, "Presumptuous!"

In the past, there were only concubines who were buried, and there were no concubines who remarried. This bastard in front of him clearly wants to dye his head green!Also, dare to say that he indulges in lust, it is simply presumptuous, to punish the nine clans, must punish the nine clans!

Song Qingshu looked at Zhang Houzhao. When he was angry, his momentum was good, but it was a pity that he was still too tender.

Faced with Zhang Houzhao's furious anger, Zhang Wuji's response was to dig his ears, and said to himself: "Okay, this matter is settled like this. Don't worry, you can still leave a queen."

Zhang Houzhao wished he could yell, who wants that queen!Not to mention his average looks, but his temperament is still old-fashioned, how can he have the beauties he has collected to be confidant!

Zhang Wuji: "I heard that you dismissed several officials a few years ago. They were the assistant ministers chosen by the late emperor for you? I will issue an order tomorrow to invite them back."

"The eunuchs around you are not good, change them."

"House F is too extravagant, let's just demolish it."

"you……"

"Shut up!" Zhang Houzhao couldn't bear it any longer, the veins on his forehead twitched violently, and he said sharply, "What are you, you dare to interfere in the government's affairs, and your words are rude, it's really treasonous!"

Song Qingshu silently looked away and sighed faintly.

If Zhang Wuji in his previous life was a bun, even the throne would have been calculated by Zhu Yuanzhang.Then, after meeting Mo Yu and Mu Xuanying in this life, Zhang Wuji's steamed stuffed bun mutated into sesame stuffing, and after cutting it open, the inside was all black.

This little emperor is not Zhang Wuji's opponent at all.

"What is it..." Zhang Wuji smacked his lips, "It's barely your ancestor." He slipped the volume of "Taizu Benji" in his hand and shook it, "In terms of seniority, I am your great-great-great-great-uncle."

Zhang Houzhao: "..." A lunatic came out of nowhere.

Seeing Zhang Houzhao's unbelieving face and the madman's eyes, Zhang Wuji smiled slowly, revealing two extremely sharp little canine teeth.His pupils were extremely dark, and the whites of his eyes were bloody. When he opened his mouth, a voice seemed to come from hell: "Unworthy great great great great great nephew, uncle crawled out of the grave to look for you~"

Zhang Houzhao's eyes widened suddenly. This is... is this a monster? !

Wait, this face, this face looks familiar, as if he has actually seen it before!

Not long ago he was offering sacrifices to the Taimiao...

The portrait of Emperor Taizu hangs in the center...

Zhang Houzhao's cold sweat was almost in a row, and his clothes were soaked.His body was trembling, as if he was about to faint in the next moment.

Although Empress Dowager Zhang sometimes used words like "the ancestors can't be at peace" when teaching him, but the ancestors are really not at peace...

"Okay." Song Qingshu looked at Zhang Houzhao's terrified appearance. Although he was a little dissatisfied with what he had done these years, he was Wuyou's heir after all, and he always had a bit of love.He took a step forward and patted Zhang Houzhao's shoulder, and said to Zhang Wuji: "Don't scare the child."

Zhang Houzhao's neck seemed to be rusted, and he slowly turned to Song Qingshu, looking at the handsome face that suited his taste, and said with difficulty: "Song...Qingshu?"

No wonder he looked familiar with this face, he clearly looked exactly like the only portrait of a non-royal child in the Taimiao.

National Teacher, Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu nodded slightly.But Zhang Wuji was not happy, and said: "Is Song Qingshu your name? Song Zengbozu!"

Great Uncle Song...

Ah……

Zhang Houzhao twitched the corner of his mouth, fell back and passed out.

Before fainting, Zhang Houzhao only had——

Royal father, son-in-law knew that he was wrong, and he will not mess around again in the future.I beg my father to take away my ancestors.

Looking at the great-nephew who had fainted from the shock, Zhang Wuji gave two "tsk tsk", walked up to Song Qingshu, and said nonchalantly, "You are so timid."

Song Qingshu brushed off his sleeves and said, "It's not that the ancestors of any family can still crawl out of the coffin after 100 years."

Zhang Wuji shrugged his shoulders, "Who told me to linger." Zhang Wuji sighed, "Actually, if Master is willing to come back to be the prince, we don't need to make such a fuss, but it's a pity..."

It was absolutely impossible for Mo Yu to let him go.

In other words, his master was so cute when he was young, no wonder Uncle Mo Yu hugged him and refused to let go, and he was slapped at him after talking to his master for a few more words.

"But 20 years, this time is still affordable." Song Qingshu said calmly, he looked at Zhang Wuji, and suddenly said: "Although the emperor is out of tune, the empress is pretty good."

"Oh?" Thanks to the facial paralysis now, he overturned the old vinegar in his heart and still had a plain appearance.

"Do you know that his queen's martial arts has reached the ninth level of postnatal, and she is only one step away from innate?" Song Qingshu's voice was gratified, "And I think her internal strength is exactly Wudang's mind."

Speaking of this, Song Qingshu couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

However, in a hundred years, the scene of martial arts masters emerging in large numbers was replaced by today's incomplete.Take Wudang Mountain for example. At the beginning, Wudang Zhenren Zhang was famous all over the world, and the Wudang Seven Heroes were highly respected. The innate masters in the sect followed one after another, but now, Wudang is full of sects.A hundred years ago, this was only at the level of Wudang's sweeping Taoist boy. How could this not make the second generation of Wudang's head teacher sigh in his heart!

But in the current situation, they might have pushed behind the scenes.

Heroes are prohibited by martial arts, and the conflict between the rivers and lakes and the court can never be adjusted. The power of the rivers and lakes is doomed to affect the prestige of the court.In particular, with the establishment of the Ming Dynasty, the Mingjiao and Wulin contributed a lot, which made the Wulin's power grow stronger with the establishment of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhang Wuji can't do the act of killing donkeys. He can only use decades to promulgate various laws and policies to faintly weaken the power of the Jianghu martial arts.Zhang Wuji and Song Qingshu expected that the once profound martial arts would be lost, but they still couldn't help but sigh.

However, now, Song Qingshu is extremely happy to discover that there is a seedling in the palace who is practicing Wudang Heart Technique and has quite good aptitude.

Having said that, most of the little river of jealousy in Zhang Wuji's heart dried up immediately.He nodded, stretched out his hand to hold Song Qingshu's hand, and said: "If senior brother likes it, it's not bad to accept him as a disciple."

At the beginning, I was worried that the power of the world would not be good for the imperial court to implement the law, but now I see that the power of the world is nothing, and all kinds of ghosts and snakes have appeared.Compared with 100 years ago, today's world is much more insecure.

The more Zhang Wuji talked, the more he felt that this idea was good, a smile appeared in his eyes, and said: "At that time, my great-nephew will call him queen..." The generation is too chaotic, Zhang Wuji himself is not sure, hesitantly said : "Aunt Zeng?"

It seems that there is no such name.

Song Qingshu thought about it seriously, deeply felt that the idea was good, and said, "That's it."

The author has something to say: this volume is finished, the next chapter is Lu Xiaofeng Legend O(∩_∩)O～

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