The prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty, a middle-aged man in his forties, glanced at his favorite son and said indifferently: "It's just a poem."

Zhao Xiang was a little surprised. Although some prescriptions used songs, it seems that the meaning of the father was not.

He wanted to ask again, and his father had closed his eyes and rested, obviously he did not want to say more.

But he held the prescription tightly in his hand and could see the ferocious veins on his hand. It is conceivable that his father cared about the prescription for the disease.

*******

The imperial city is also called Daming Palace. This is a new name after the empress changed its reign, meaning that all the sun and the moon shine, thousands of mountains and rivers are under her rule.

Of course, a woman can be an emperor not only because of power and tricks, but her mind is much broader than that of the emperors of all dynasties. But being broad is not tolerant.

She can treat her enemies as cruel as winter, and treat those who support her, and can also be as warm as spring.

The Empress is now in the Water Cold Hall in the Daming Palace, which is the most suitable place to enjoy the scenery. From here, you can see the lotus flowers with a faint fragrance that lingers endlessly.

She is already sixty years old and still looks like she is about thirty years old, much younger than Prince Zhao Xun.

No one believes that she once gave birth to five sons and two daughters.

The breeze is coming, and the moonlight in the lotus pond can be felt and seen on the tower.

As an emperor, she has thousands of mountains and rivers, but what she can really see is not enough.

So she needs to have other ears and ears, spread all over the world, and look at the territory of thousands of miles for her.

She stood with her hands behind her back and raised her head slightly. The cold moon in the sky shone into her eyes. A faint voice sounded in the tower. "Master Kuhui, I heard a poem today and I think it's quite interesting. Let me tell you?"

Although she did not wear a dragon robe tonight, she was just wearing a regular dress, but the majesty in her words and the undisputed tone still made people feel afraid to refuse.

The empress never had many guards around her, but no one had successfully assassinated her. Most of the people sent to assassinate her powerful or thief have been arrested, and her family was confiscated and her family was destroyed without any ambiguity.

Kuhui was ten feet away from the empress. The monk's robe was blown up by the wind, and the moonlight reflected the wrinkles on his forehead and his white beard. He clasped his hands together and said, "Your Majesty, please speak, I am a monk?"

"Today, Zhao Xun went out of the city for medical treatment. After he came back, his complexion improved a lot. He also brought him a prescription for getting rid of the disease. I took it to see it. It was really interesting." The empress chuckled indifferently, but there was no smile on her face. Her eyes were like the cold moonlight, which was omnipotent, but not in any way, but it was not mixed with emotions.

Kuhui didn't interrupt and waited quietly for the empress to say what the prescription was written.

"Planting melons under the platform, the melons are ripe and seeds are separated. Once you pick them to make them good, then pick them to make them dilute. Three picks are still possible, and you can pick them to leave them to embrace them and return." The tone is cold, and it is mixed with the artistic conception in the poem, which is quite ruthless.

Huangtai is a palace~ there is a high platform inside, so naturally there are no fruits and melons.

Finally, she said, "Do you think this poem is very interesting?"

"The little monk dared not speak nonsense." Kuhui looked sad. This empress was not an ordinary emperor. Every word and action could not be taken seriously.

The empress suddenly lowered her head and her eyes fell on a lotus leaf in front of her, as if she was catching one of the round water droplets, and there was also a moon inside. Her face was not as beautiful as a man, and she had three points of the fortitude of a man, full of charming magic.

"Isn't it just that I don't kill all the tigers? Even if the tiger poison is not eaten, does the master think I am the kind of person who rumored outsiders and doesn't even let my own children go?"

The breeze blows through the lotus pond for ten miles, and the moon shadows in the water divide into layers, like a dream.

Ku Hui said: "If Your Majesty is criticized by the unexpected, it will not be Your Majesty."

The empress was not moved by Kuhui's clever words and said, "Tomorrow I will announce the deposed position of Prime Minister of the King of Qi. Zhao Xun should be at ease. There are people who write prescriptions for him. I will meet him in three days. I will have to worry about this."

A piece of paper fell silently in front of Kuhui. He stretched out his hand to catch it. It was the poem that the empress had just read. The last signature touched his Zen mind, which was as quiet as water, and rippled, like the moonlight in the lotus pond. Many past events seemed to be in the present, flashing by.

He thought to himself: So you have returned to the world.

When he recalled these things, he suddenly felt the empress's meaningful gaze and felt that all the thoughts were seen through.

Kuhui is not afraid. This Majesty is also a practitioner. It is unpredictable and is still above everyone's imagination.

He lowered his head and said, "The little monk is obeying His Majesty's will."

Every stroke of the paper in my hand was filled with moonlight, and it was shining slowly. The most dazzling one was the word "Shen Lian". It seemed that you could see from this name that a beautiful and weak boy stood in a corner between heaven and earth, as if nothing could not defeat him.

*******

In the "Living Dead" clinic, Ruo Xi was on the bed, leaning against the corner, holding the thin quilt tightly, fear and fear spreading on her face.

She wanted to cry loudly, but she knew that she must not be disturbed when practicing qi. My brother explained this very clearly.

She didn't know what skills her brother practiced. Over the years, she had established some concepts of cultivation. Half an hour ago, her brother suddenly felt a strong sense of energy all over her body. Finally, she heard her brother's voice, so she must not move around.

Unlike the invisible breath of heaven and earth, this energy is colored and is divided into eight types: red, orange, yellow, white, blue, blue, purple, and black.

Light emerges in the dark room, like a portrait of a Bodhisattva in a temple, how can the treasure light appear in the body?

The eight colors are entangled and twisted, and the other one grows and the other grows, and are not uniform.

Shen Lian's face was very painful, and it was a little distorted, and the beads of sweat kept dripping.

At this time, he was floating in the air, as if an invisible force rushed out from the earth, holding him and preventing him from landing.

The last eight kinds of qi powers slowly rotated to form a vortex, and finally drilled into the ground, and Shen Lian also fell from mid-air.

The moonlight outside came in and flowed continuously in the room. Ruoxi whispered: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Shen Lian took a while before standing up, finally sat down beside the bed, took her hand, and said, "It's okay, you can keep sleeping."

He underestimated Taixu Shence. As he tried continuously over the years, Taixu Shence had no idea that it had produced magic seeds in his body and could no longer be driven away.

Combined with his spirit and spirit, and grow together.

Now he can still block it, but with the increasing erosion of this strange magic power, he will be unable to turn things around within 10 or 20 years.

At this time, Ruoxi's breathing was evenly enough, and she held his hand tightly, refusing to let go.
Chapter completed!