The Immortal Emperor is so fertile

The hunt continues.

The man named Ji is hunting monsters and monsters.

But Qin Tian is hunting women...

Well, it's actually just to increase your favorability.

After all, he had other purposes for coming to Fenghao City this time. In addition to offering prisoners, he was to test the opinions of the Emperor of Zhou, or King Wen who lived in the Wanxiang Palace, and King Wu who was said to live in seclusion in Manan Mountain.

Now it seems that the possibility of continuing to be a silverfish in Dazhou's system still exists.

The longer time passes, the more fortune the Golden Dragon of Luck steals from the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Wanting to understand everything, Qin Tian increasingly displayed his masculine charm among the flowers.

The method is actually very simple.

Just stand there and keep smiling, and you will naturally gain the admiration of the nymphomaniac.

After sunset.

The first day of hunting is over.

Qin Tian unexpectedly won first place.

"ha?"

Qin Tian pointed at himself, his face full of disbelief: "I just killed a monster?"

The official responsible for counting the prey looked as if he had been eaten.

Qin Tian cast his doubtful eyes on Ji Zhen, who was always standing by his side.

Ji Zhen just pretended not to see it.

The official was helpless and said softly with reluctance on his face: "The monsters killed by Qin Hou had combat power similar to that of fifth-level monks of the Foundation Establishment Realm. Although others also killed monsters and monsters with similar cultivation levels, the monsters killed by Qin Hou There are nine heads..."

Qin Tian suddenly realized.

After all, these prey were sacrificed for sacrifice.

Usually only the head is used.

So, the more heads the better…

But what's more, is the value of the bucket... Qin Tian accepted the reward with a smile on his face.

It was a middle-grade Fang Tian painted halberd. The black halberd shaft was engraved with a red dragon winding upward. It felt good to hold.

Qin Tian waved it a few times. Although he couldn't use it himself, he still pocketed it with the idea of ​​​​not taking it for nothing.

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Three days later.

The field hunt is finally over.

Except for the first day when he was forced to take action, Qin Tian had always been a spectator.

This made those men surnamed Ji who were extremely envious, jealous and hateful of him feel a little better.

Actually no.

Although Qin Tian has not taken a step beyond the thunder pool these days, their sisters wish they could sneak into Qin Tian's tent under the cover of night...

There are even their wives, concubines and daughters...

Boys must protect their mouth and teeth when going out... Qin Tian was trembling, standing on the flying boat, and the hot gazes coming from behind him from time to time made him feel like a light on his back.

It’s more about scolding the system for not treating people well.

After all, there is no reward for having an affair without a matchmaker...

In the room at the top of the flying boat, the Emperor Zhou looked increasingly older and had thick dark circles under his eyes. He looked exhausted both physically and mentally.

There is no greater sorrow than the death of one's heart.

He originally thought that King Wen, who was living in seclusion in the Wanxiang Palace, would not help each other, but the past few days of hunting in the field during the festival made him completely understand where King Wen's heart was.

Qi Gong.

His younger brother from the same mother.

When they were young, they were as close as one person, but they didn't expect to be tit for tat today.

So, it's up to you and me to die!

But can the death of Qi Gong really change the situation that he is about to be deposed?

The face of Emperor Zhou was uncertain, full of struggle and hesitation.

After a moment, his eyes became determined, as if he had made some kind of determination, and he turned and walked into a slightly dark and deep room.

There, demonic energy surged.

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Princess Huaixiu Mansion.

This is the mansion that Ji Suhua built when she was a conferred princess and married. Since her husband Linchen, the Marquis of Changchang, died in the war with the Daqian Dynasty, the princess mansion has been closed to visitors. Except for the occasional visit by the emperor, the main entrance of the princess mansion can only be accessed from outside. Turned on.

Today, not only is the door open, but the streets are also being swept with clear water.

Qin Tian is coming to visit.

Propose marriage.

He specially found a team of drummers from the city to play and play.

Everywhere he passed, men were so envious that Kuner turned purple.

After all, although Ji Suhua is a widow with a baby, she still occupies the title of 'Flower of Fenghao City'...

Which man doesn't long for a kiss and to be the guest of a pretty widow?

But now, their flowers are about to be picked away!

The important thing is that they have inquired about the concubines in Qin Tianhou's palace!

born!

His birth!

If there are no soldiers patrolling the street at this moment, they will definitely swarm up and use their fists to deal with their imaginary love rivals!

After a while, the drum band stopped in front of the princess's mansion.

Qin Tian jumped off the white horse without a single hair on his body, with a smile on his lips: "Please inform Wang Ji that Qin Tian wants to see you..."

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Inside the princess's mansion.

Back house.

Ji Suhua sat sideways on the sofa, holding an embroidered handkerchief in her hand, her face solemn, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Although she was in the back house, she still maintained an elegant and dignified sitting posture. Her long legs were close together and slightly turned to one side. Her waist was slightly twisted, and her buttocks were stretched into a round and plump arc by the skirt embroidered with lotus flowers.

At this moment, two little girls wearing buns ran in.

These are the two daughters born to her and Linchen, the Marquis of Xianchang.

Lin Shishi, Lin Zhaozhao.

Lin Chen has the bloodline of the ancient gods, and the two twin girls inherited it, so they grow very slowly. Although he is more than ten years old, he only has the appearance of a three or four-year-old child.

Seeing her daughter running in at this moment, Ji Suhua asked with a smile on her face: "Why are you back? Have you memorized all the books that the teacher taught you?"

Lin Shishi pouted, her childish voice was crisp, but she asked very maturely: "Mom, have you decided to remarry?"

Ji Suhua was stunned for a moment and sighed: "Is it up to mom to agree or disagree with this matter?"

Lin Zhaozhao also sighed: "If mom marries and leaves, uncle's life will be even more difficult..."

Ji Suhua was silent.

But even if she was in Fenghao City, when King Wen, who laid the foundation of the Great Zhou Dynasty for a thousand years, intended to depose the current emperor, what could she do?

Ancestors or not is another matter.

The underlying logic of all worlds is violence.

Whoever has the bigger fist has the final say!

King Wen's fist is very big!

Therefore, she could only listen to the king and marry him before he could reason with her, and take her two daughters away from this place of trouble...

As for the emperor...

Well, she had a bold idea, but she didn't know if Qin Tian agreed.

At this moment.

A middle-aged woman dressed in shorts and looked very capable walked in.

This was the housekeeper of the princess's mansion.

After all, Ji Suhua was a widow, and she would not cause trouble in a melon field or plum field. Even the guards in her princess's mansion were women.

The housekeeper walked in, first touched the little heads of Lin Shishi and Lin Zhaozhao, and then said with an aunt's smile: "Report to the princess, Qin Hou is here..."

Ji Suhua blushed.

Then, she stood up slowly, her steps seemed steady, but in fact she walked out in a mess.