The ancestors are reincarnating again

Baishangshen, sick like a little white flower, lay sick in the garden for more than ten days, and only then got out of the retirement life of eating and waiting to die, and could go out of the house to enjoy the wind and the sun.

In the ancient times where there were so many fetters, his spiritual power was not very useful, but it was not a problem to heal his wounds, but to prevent the loss of his vest, he could only reluctantly (willingly) lie lazily on the bed every day with his clothes on and eat with his hands Come to the lazy cancer days of opening your mouth and being passive and sabotage.

Living like a pig for ten days has made the seemingly thin but well-dressed host successfully become much rounder, and the fat face of a baby feels even better to the touch.

If it wasn't for the grievances from Hei Qi every day, Bai Shangshen really wanted to take a break from his busy schedule and take a vacation, not caring about anything and sleeping every day until he didn't know what year it was.

It's just that he failed to collect the fragments due to his mistakes in the last life, so in this life he must try his best to help the idiot smash the fragments back and calm him down.

The garden is full of lush green bamboos, and under the eaves of the wooden corridor, Bai Shangshen is dozing off on a wisteria rocking chair.

According to the imperial doctor's diagnosis, his legs were seriously injured, and even if he could walk on the ground in the future, he would still suffer from hidden diseases. This is tantamount to bad news for a martial artist, but Bai Shangshen was so happy, he was not busy at all. How comfortable it is to get medical treatment and take sick leave without having to go to work.

"My lord, Yan Weiwei is here." Mi Guan reminded me warmly.

Bai Shangshen opened his eyes.

Yan Changjun, dressed in an official uniform, came striding forward with a saber in his hand. When he came to him, he stopped and handed him a box of pastries.

"Peach Honey Crisp, your favorite, my lord."

The original master, Qi Guanyuan, was never picky when it came to food. He was the same with everything that could be eaten, but he only preferred a kind of sweet food specially made by the royal chef in the palace—peach honey cake.

Only Yan Changjun knows about this little hobby.

Yan Changjun, the official residence of Wei Weiqing, is the leader of the palace guards and can be regarded as the subordinate of the original owner.

Of course, the relationship between the two does not stop there.

There used to be a wealthy businessman in Xizhou, the Yan family, who once got a piece of natural jade as tall as a person.

Local officials coveted the jade, and ordered people to sneak into Yan's house pretending to be bandits at the banquet where Yan's family invited all friends to appreciate the jade, slaughtered Yan's family and took the jade.

At that time, the original owner Weibo went to Xizhou to investigate corruption in private, and rescued Yan Changjun, a surviving young man from the Yan family, and brought him back to Beijing.

Yan Changjun, who served under the original owner, studied martial arts and the way of being an official assiduously. Later, under the recommendation of the original owner, he was promoted step by step until he sat on the high position of Wei Weiqing.

Yan Changjun is also an insider who knows that he is not an eunuch except Qi Guan Lu and his personal attendant Mi Guan.

Bai Shangshen pinched a piece of honey crisp and tasted it. It was sweet, delicious, crispy and moderately chewed on the teeth and cheeks, and it tasted good.

"What's the matter if you don't do your duty in the palace and always come to my garden?"

"I'll take a look at your lord before going back, I won't delay the matter." Yan Changjun said.

Bai Shangshen nodded and stopped talking, but then asked again, "I heard a lot of noise outside this morning, but what happened in Beijing?"

Yan Changjun was at a loss.

On the way here, he did see lights and festoons on the street and people coming and going very noisy, but he didn't know the reason.

Mi Guan on the side smiled, "My lord, Yan Weiwei, the next day will be the Qiqiao Festival."

However, the folk customs of the Jin Dynasty were open and Confucianism prevailed, and elegance was the beauty. Women could go to school to study, and men could also play the piano and se, accompanied by poetry and wine, drunk in the mountains and rivers or under the wild flowers and forests, chic and romantic.

On the day of the Qiqiao Festival, both men and women go out in Chinese costumes, and the city is illuminated day and night to compose the appearance of today's prosperous age.

Qi Qiao Festival?

Bai Shangshen was thoughtful, and a look of interest flashed across his eyes.

Inside the palace.

A boy dressed in a light blue brocade suit who looked like he was seven or eight years old was hurriedly walking down the corridor between the palaces, followed by a large group of court ladies and eunuchs staring at it like a prisoner.

Hei Qi, who is stared at every day when he goes to the toilet while sleeping, is very unhappy.

Su Ti's real name is Luqiu Wusheng. He is eight years old. He is the only prince and the only son of Luqiu Heng.

After Lu Qiuheng ascended the throne, there was no one in the harem, and after the ministers of the imperial court gave him occasional performances, in the seventh year, Lu Qiuheng brought back five-year-old Luqiu Wusheng from outside the palace, claiming that he was his son who lived outside.

There is no room for error in the royal bloodline. Under the threats of civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty, Zong Zhengqing bit the bullet and tested Luqiu Wusheng. The final answer was indeed the royal bloodline.

It was rumored that Luqiu Wusheng was born to a girl from a folk family when Lu Qiuheng was guarding the border, but no matter how it was said, no one would question his bloodline.

Lu Qiuheng had been the emperor for ten years. He was pure-minded and ascetic. Except for the concubines left by Emperor Yuan Yuan, the harem was almost deserted, and the offices in the harem were about to lose their jobs.

A minister tried to stuff people into the harem, but after Lu Qiuheng killed a group of people at once, everyone became honest.

Although he was still unwilling, but A-Gump's spirit comforted himself that at least Lu Qiuheng had future generations, and he was not afraid of cutting off his roots.

Hei Qi scoffed at this.

Others are stupid, but it is not stupid. It simply scans and examines the original owner's body to get the answer. The bone age of the original owner is not eight years old at all, but ten years old. Because of the use of a special drug, it looks like he is only eight years old in appearance.

Falsifying her age, hiding her outside for seven years before bringing her back to the palace, there must be a big conspiracy in it.

Because it is Lu Qiuheng's only 'blood', Lu Qiu Wusheng is used to being a little arrogant, like a little devil who is not afraid of anything.

Half a month ago, he left the serving maids and eunuchs and ran to the Leng Palace alone, climbed to the rockery to catch grasshoppers, fell into the lake and died, and then Hei Qi came.

After the incident happened, Lu Qiuheng didn't scold it, but asked someone to cut off all the people who served in its palace, and tied it up all the time to watch and not close its eyes.

At that time, Hei Qi was very confused, "..." She is simply a pervert!

Lu Qiuheng's move cast a layer of haze in the palace, so that the palace servants who were later transferred to his palace were trembling, like walking on thin ice, wishing he could tie it to their belts and never leave it.

Hei Qi came to the Chaoxuan Hall where Lu Qiuheng worked, and when he barged in like a bully, Lu Qiuheng was writing the memorial and listening to the secret guard's report on Baishangshen's retirement life.

Lu Qiuheng, who was dressed in black regular clothes, did not have a dragon robe, but he still did not lose his imposing aura. With sword eyebrows and eagle eyes, his face was like Shunhua, his body was strong and his appearance was extraordinary, he was a good-looking emperor, and Hei Qi secretly said.

Hearing the sound, the dark guard disappeared instantly.

Lu Qiuheng raised his eyes and looked at Hei Qi indifferently, not angry and pretentious, if it were the original owner, he would have been scared to death, but Hei Qi is not scared because he followed the scumbag.

"Wu Sheng pays homage to Father Emperor." Hei Qi greeted him in a regular manner.

"What's the matter?" Lu Qiuheng asked.

"My son's illness has been cured." Hei Qiyan, who claimed to be his son, hinted eagerly, "bear the burden of humiliation."

Lu Qiuheng nodded, "Let's go back to the academy for class tomorrow."

Black Seven "..." This snake spirit disease must be intentional.

"Although the disease in Wu Sheng's body has been cured, but the heartache after the fright can't be cured by soup and medicine. Every night, I have a nightmare..."

"Crack!"

Lu Qiuheng closed the memorial, staring at Hei Qi with dim eyes, "It's a lot more courageous to walk before the gate of hell."

Hei Qi was startled, "!!" The vest fell off?

"Let's be straightforward." Lu Qiuheng said, "Your reason for coming."

"..." Black Seven.

In the spirit of cutting the mess with a sharp knife and talking about it early, Hei Qi simply and straightforwardly expressed his intentions, "The day after tomorrow is the Qiqiao Festival, and Wu Sheng wants to go out of the palace to see the prosperity and peace of my Weijin prosperous age."

It's a lie to see the prosperous world, and a private meeting... Bah!It is true to meet slag by chance.

Qi Qiao Festival?

Lu Qiuheng thought about it for a moment and remembered its meaning, "You are still young, and you have not reached the time to accept a concubine."

Hei Qimu is gone.

Na Fei?Who wants to marry a concubine! ?The snake-sick tyrant must be misinterpreting its meaning.

Forget it, it didn't have much hope at first, plan B was launched when plan A failed, a small palace couldn't trap it, at worst, it would leave a copy in the palace before fleeing to hide from the sky.

"can."

Just when Hei Qi was about to return in vain, Lu Qiuheng suddenly responded.

"..."

Hei Qi was dumbfounded.

Are you ready?Actually agreed, is there any surprise?

"You haven't gone out since you returned to the palace. It's okay to go out to see the scenery of the capital, but you must make up all the courses you missed before you come back."

Black Seven "... yes."

It just knew it wasn't that easy.

Qingrong Garden.

Bai Shangshen was leaning on the couch in the house, and Mi Guan was unfolding the clothes for him to choose.

When he learned that Bai Qi was going to go out on the day of the Qiqiao Festival, Mi Guan dissuaded him in every possible way. The adult was in pain, and the crowd was crowded on the day of the Qiqiao Festival, so accidents were easy to happen.

If an assassin takes the opportunity to assassinate that day, it is difficult to guarantee that the guards will appear in time to protect the adults.

But no matter how Mi Guan tried to dissuade Bai Shangshen, he would turn a blind eye and listen but not hear, so Mi Guan had no choice but to help him prepare, and at the same time planned how many guards would be called out that day.

That night, he called Shang Yan Weiwei to help, and the two of them would protect the lord next to each other so nothing serious would happen.

However, in order to be safe, you still have to conceive every emergency situation and make perfect preparations.

Staring at the clothes that Mi Guan took out, Bai Shangshen didn't even take a fancy to them.

"It's plain." It's not enough to be idle in the crowd of colorful beauties.

"Vulgar." Look old.

"It's gorgeous." Purple and red peonies are too bright.

"Too ordinary." Not distinctive enough.

……

After excluding one by one, the desks, desks and chairs were soon filled with all kinds of clothes, and it would not be a problem to open a large clothing store.

Although the original owner was working in the palace, he usually wore official uniforms or black clothes when performing missions. There were very few opportunities to wear ordinary clothes, but he still liked to tailor clothes.

Whenever there is a new style or fabric on the market, he immediately buys it and doesn't wear it, just hanging it in the cabinet for idle use.

"slow."

Bai Shangshen called Mi Guan to stop, "That's it."

At this moment, in Mi Guan's hands was a red toga woven with gold, which was bright and eye-catching, extremely luxurious.

It was a piece of satin that the original owner got by chance when he was on a business trip a year ago. He spent a lot of money and asked the best embroiderers and tailors to make it. It is the original owner's favorite set, but he has never worn it in front of people, because it is not proper. .

Touching the clothes with excellent materials, Bai Shangshen couldn't help but laugh.

Outsiders don't know that the majestic Luqing, the vicious and vicious slave who cannibalize people in the eyes of the world, actually has a little public opinion in his heart.

Looking at Bai Qi who was lying on the long couch, Mi Guan felt a little complicated.

After a serious illness, the adult seems to have changed a lot, and I don't know whether it is good or bad.