When the boss wears the best [Quick Transmigration]

"Good news! Good news!"

In the early morning of this day, all the courtiers were discussing the government affairs with King Yun and Sangong. The post envoy held up the battle report and shouted: "Great victory on the front line! Your Majesty is already on his way back to the court!"

The eyes of all the ministers were instantly focused on the battle report in the hands of the post envoy.

King Yun's eyes, both happy and sad, swept across all the courtiers one by one, and everyone was pleasantly surprised, even San Gong, who has always been mature and prudent, couldn't hide his excitement.

He closed his eyes and suppressed the grief in his heart: "Submit the battle report."

The attendant rushed forward with a few strides, took the battle report, and handed it to King Yun who was sitting in the main seat.

"... In April of the ninth year of Tianxuan, His Majesty captured 190 members of the Zhao family. He won a complete victory, and he will return to the court today..."

After reading the battle report, all the ministers exploded.

"You heard it, His Majesty won!"

"It's won, Your Majesty is mighty!"

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After reading the battle report and listening to the extremely excited words of the ministers, King Yun's eyes were slightly wet.

He turned his back to the sky, closed his eyes, and felt extremely sad in his heart.

In order to prevent chaos in the court and make His Majesty die decently, after discussing with the generals, Jiang Lin concealed the news of His Majesty's death. He pretended to be His Majesty with the loyal secret guards he trained in the past, and rushed back to the capital with the army. .And Yuan'er's body... must have been picked up by King Xiaoyao.

"Okay, okay!" King Yun suppressed the pain and laughed heartily: "Come here, tell the news to the world!"

On that day, as soon as the notice was issued, the entire capital was in a state of excitement.

There was jubilation in Beijing, and the long street was decorated with lights and festoons to celebrate the victory, welcoming the emperor's class teacher back to Beijing.

In June of the ninth year of Tianxian, the emperor led his army back to Beijing.

The next day, he pardoned the world, opened Enke, and summoned all nations to come to the court to celebrate.

The troops secretly dispatched by King Yun were stationed in the deep mountains a hundred miles away from the capital early in order to prevent the news from leaking and causing turmoil in the court.

And he sat firmly in the back, arranged everything in an orderly manner, so that his nephew could enjoy the glory he deserved, and at the same time, he also brought Sheng Pingan, the son of Xiaoyao Wang, by his side to cultivate him.

On his deathbed, his nephew left an oral order, intending to pass the throne to King Xiaoyao.

It's a pity that King Xiaoyao doesn't want to be the lord of the world, and the elite children of his Chang family are almost dead. If this is the case, then let the nephew's heart be given to the son of the person he loves.

At the end of August in the ninth year of Tianxuan, His Majesty's old illness relapsed, and he went to the palace to recuperate. All affairs in the court were handed over to King Yun.

King Yun slowly gathered his power and secretly paved the way for Sheng Ping An. Under his guidance, Sheng Ping An made rapid progress, but in just three years, he was able to independently handle court affairs.

At the same time, news came that His Majesty's condition had worsened.

Your Majesty has no heirs and no clan relatives.

When the courtiers heard the news, they were as anxious as ants on a hot pot. Even Sangong couldn't help but pay a visit to King Yun. After staying in Prince Yun's mansion for two hours, he left with a serious face.

Three days later, King Yun read the imperial decree in the court hall, and His Majesty accepted the son of Xiaoyao Wang as his heir, changed his name to Ding Qi, and made him the crown prince.

With the power of King Yun and the support of Sangong, the courtiers have seen Ding Qi's performance in recent years, and no one objected for a while.

In mid-September, Emperor Yuan abdicated and was succeeded by Prince Ding Qi, who was renamed Jing and respected Emperor Jing.

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"Uncle Chang Lin, do you really want to go?"

After Ding Qi came down to court, he left King Yun who wanted to resign, and his eyes were full of reluctance: "Can't you stay for a few more years?"

"I'm getting old, Your Majesty." The only relative passed away, making Chang Lin more than 20 years old.

The gray-haired man looked lovingly at the emperor he had cultivated, and said with a smile: "I heard that Jingshui Town is a good place, and I want to go there to have a look, and by the way, I will accompany King Xiaoyao and the first emperor."

When Qiu Yun was mentioned, Ding Qi burst into tears.

At the beginning, his father picked up Brother Yuan and buried him in Shengjia Village. Not long after, he also left.

Since he was young, he had no mother or relatives, and was raised by his father alone. He even stayed unmarried all his life because of a sentence he said when he was young. Now that he is the emperor, he can't even offer incense to his father himself. .

"Be an enlightened and good emperor, and don't be ashamed of the people who trust you." King Yun patted him on the shoulder, turned around and strode away.

Before King Yun left Beijing, he left all the forces in his hands to Ding Qi.

As for Wei Heng and Ding Ran, their nephews are dead and there is no need to keep them. After the treatment, they walked out of the city gate alone, when a man in black clothes and holding a wooden stick in his arms jumped into his eyes, and he frowned. Wrinkle: "Your Majesty asked you to come?"

"Same as you." Ada was still expressionless, as if he was afraid that he would not understand, and explained: "Before the young master leaves Beijing, don't worry about the young master, let me stay and take care of him. Now there is no shortage of people around the young master. It's time to go back and accompany the son."

Chang Lin looked him up and down: "I think your skills seem to come from the dark guard camp, why did you follow Sheng Xian?"

Ah Da turned around and said as he walked: "I was the assassin sent by the Prince Regent's Mansion to assassinate Ding Ran. After being captured by the Young Master, I was freed from the tension in my body by the Young Master's grace. When I was confused, the Young Master took me in. Take me as a family member, even though I don't say it, I always consider him my elder brother."

Chang Lin didn't know that there was such a thing, he was stunned for a moment, then stepped up to catch up: "Your son knows martial arts?"

"Of course, my young master is a hermit, but I think he is a fairy."

"How to say?" Chang Lin became interested.

"I have been with him for many years, and I have never seen him practice martial arts, but his skills are unrivaled. He has a very cold sword, but I only saw him once when he captured me. Until one time in the mountains Collecting morning dew, I accidentally discovered that the young master was meditating in front of the morning sun. The golden morning light sprinkled on his body and coated him with a layer of golden light, causing the flowers, plants and trees in the forest to bow down. The clear morning dew seemed to have life, and flew down automatically into the clay pot in front of him..."

As the two walked further and further away, a gust of wind blew Ada's voice into the air.

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Qiu Yun opened his eyes, and what he saw was the bright and pure white moonlight, and the soft touch under his body seemed to be limp.

He sat up and looked around, the moonlight poured down like a silver veil, and fell on the majestic and towering palace, with a quiet and cold light, everything seemed so familiar.

He froze for a moment, it turned out that he had returned to the fairyland.

Turning his head slightly, there is still a pot of wine warm on the stone table, and the memory before going to the small world is recalled, as if he had a drink with the mirror spirit of the reincarnation mirror in the backyard of his palace. He said that he would take him to a small world outside the fairy world to experience the life of a mortal.

There was nothing to do left and right, so they took off the small mirror.

"Immortal Venerable."

The little mirror turned into an eight-year-old boy, threw himself on Qiuyun's lap with a pale face, and whimpered softly: "Ding Yuan is a villain, a liar who didn't keep his promise, and died after deceiving the fairy about your feelings, leaving you behind." Pain alone..."

"It's not painful."

"Ah?" Little Mirror raised his watery eyes, tears hanging on his slender eyelashes: "How can it be painless?"

Qiu Yun raised his slender, white fingers, and tapped his forehead lightly, but there was no wavering in his heart: "This deity was cultivated all the way by monks from the lower realms, before he ascended to immortality. Although the experience is not tortuous, it is also a journey Heart demons cut off love. During this trip to the small world, I used Sheng Yuan's flesh and blood body to experience a feeling of heartbeat. I was separated from the mortal body, and my emotions were also separated. memory."

"..." Little Mirror's eyes widened: "Can it still be like this?"

"Otherwise?" Qiu Yun raised his eyebrows and said, "A few immortals in the fairy world who are too idle in the fairy world especially like to seal the memory of the lower world of 'Calamity'. If they all come back with feelings, the harem probably won't be able to accommodate them."

Little Mirror opened his mouth, and in the end he could only choke out a sentence: "...you really know how to play!"

"I love you forever." Qiu Yun frowned, held up the jade cup stained with moonlight, put it on his lips and took a sip, and said in a cool voice: "The fate between the deity and Ding Yuan has ended there." Square Small World."

If that Ding Yuan is really one of the four great gods in the God Realm...

The little mirror wiped away tears, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief, as long as the fate is over: "Then Xianzun, shall we still go to the small world to play?"

Hearing this, Qiu Yun's eyes lightly swept across Su Yue on the sky: "Go, why don't you go?"

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Sunset dusk, twilight four together.

Two red lanterns hung high above the entrance of Yu's house in Huaicheng.

Unknowing passers-by saw it and felt envious. It was a great blessing to be able to marry into Yu's family; while those who knew the situation of Yu's family frowned frequently, thinking in their hearts that the young master of Yu's family had a happy event again?Which poor girl was the one who robbed this time?

In the east courtyard of the mansion, a man in happy attire staggered at a pace, and with the support of his servants, walked into the new house with red candles burning.

The evening wind rushed in along the open door, blowing the red candles flickering.

Under the candlelight, a woman in a red wedding dress sat upright under the tent of the red luan. The mandarin duck embroidered cover covered her appearance. Just looking at that slim figure made the man's eyes go crazy and his cheeks turn red.

The servant retreated consciously, closing the door behind him before leaving.

"Little lady..." The man chuckled, rubbed his hands together and went forward to lift his hijab.

Unexpectedly, the hand that had just been stretched out was suddenly suspended in the air, the whole body shook suddenly, and the frivolous eyes suddenly became clear.

Before Qiu Yun regained his consciousness, a ray of cold light flashed in the big piece of red, his heart trembled, and he took a few steps back.

Looking closely again, I saw a woman in a wedding dress sitting on the edge of the bed, her slender fingers seemed to be twisted together uneasily, and there was a faint reflection of cold light from the cuffs.

"..." Qiu Yun frowned subconsciously, and looked at the layout of the house with some concentration.

The candlelight danced, and the light was bright, illuminating the plain and simple furnishings around, which did not match the brightly colored red luan tents, as if they had been arranged in a hurry to deal with the matter.

"Xianzun, I have already sent the owner of this body to reincarnate, just scan his memory with your spiritual sense."

Qiu Yun quickly checked the memory of this body, and his cold eyes suddenly became a little complicated.

Looking at the 'bride' sitting upright again, I don't know whether to sympathize with this body or the 'girl' who was snatched back by the original owner.

The author has something to say: The ending of this world is confiscated, sorry, I have been working on it for a day, but I still haven't come up with a satisfactory ending, so I can only leave it at that.Send a small red envelope to the babies, sorry.

ps: The reincarnation mirror is the second demon king of the demon clan, that is, the artifact of Qiu Yun's adopted son returning to the court, and it is naturally opposed to the god race.

My article is a series of articles with the previous two: Three Great Demon Kings and Four Great Gods.

Two of the three major demon kings have returned from calamity, and two of the four great gods have also returned.

Let me say it here, so that babies who are not interested in the previous article don't need to read it.