Yang Tiantian's daughter is called Yue Zitong.

The name Yue Zitong was given by the old man of the Yue family himself.

Although it is normal for a grandfather to name his granddaughter in an ordinary family, it can be placed in the Yue family, where the status of women is not high, and the old man can personally name his granddaughter, which is a great honor for Yang Tiantian's mother and daughter.

At that time, she only thought that the old man liked her daughter very much, so she named it herself, but she never thought much about this name.

Now, listening to this man call Empress Xiao's sculpture Zitong, Yang Tiantian suddenly realized something.

Zitong is the name of the king's wife.

Many young couples who want their daughters to become phoenixes will also give their daughters this name, and it is said that it is normal for Yue Lao to give this name to his granddaughter.

But it's not normal.

As for what was abnormal, Yang Tiantian didn't dare to think about it.

The man seemed to know what Yang Tiantian was thinking, and asked in a deep voice: "Are you thinking, why is your daughter also called Zitong?" ”

Yang Tiantian, who was in deep thought, trembled slightly, raised his hand to wipe his eyes, and looked up at him: "Yes, yes." ”

Only then did she see what the man in front of her looked like.

The man was tall, wearing a black embroidered gold dragon suit, a crown of beaded curtains on his head, and a pale face, with the air of an emperor who was not angry and arrogant.

He is the man who has been breaking into Yang Tiantian's dream every midnight since the third day of the third month of March and fighting her to the death.

His appearance, at a glance, was the same as Li Nannan.

But when you look closely, you will find that he is much more "mature" than Li Nannan, and he does not have the impropriety of Li scumbag, but there is a kind of pressure that makes people look at him, and their hearts will tremble slightly, and they feel an invisible pressure, and they can't help but look away.

"Y-Who are you?"

Yang Tiantian asked in a trembling voice, looking down at his feet.

The man's feet were mostly covered by the black rusty dragon robe that hung to the ground, revealing only a pair of black faces and white soles.

This is the boots of ascending to the sky, and those fancy faces in Peking Opera will wear these boots.

"You know who I am."

The man said lightly: "It's just that you don't dare to say it." I can't believe that during this time, I will be thankful for you every night. ”

"You, you are—Yang Guang."

It turns out that the man is not wrong, Yang Tiantian does know who he is, but he doesn't dare to say it, and when he musters up the courage to say it, his heart is also pounding, and his right hand secretly pinched her thigh, hoping to wake up from this ridiculous dream soon.

Who is Yang Guang?

It is one of the three famous faint monarchs in Chinese history, and it is on a par with Xia Wei and Shang Xuan.

Although Li Tang deliberately smeared him in order to mislead the people and sit firmly in the world, it has been passed down from generation to generation for thousands of years, and the fake will become true.

Thousands of years ago, a cowman.

Now he is standing in front of Yang Tiantian alive, and he said that he will go to her every night.

It's not a dream, what is it?

"No need to pinch your legs, you're not dreaming, it's true."

Yang Guang actually saw Yang Tiantian's secret leg pinching action, and asked coldly: "Why, you are unwilling?" ”

"No, it's not."

After being told by Yang Guang again, Yang Tiantian was terrified.

Especially after hearing that he was a little angry, no one reminded her at all, and no one taught her, she instinctively prostrate on the ground, her forehead touched the cold wooden floor, and her delicate body trembled violently.

The majesty of an emperor who commanded the three armies in his twenties and killed countless people in the southern and northern wars is not something that Yang Tiantian and a weak woman can bear.

Yang Guang was accustomed to it, so he walked behind her with his hands behind his back and put one hand on her beautiful buttocks that were prostrate on the ground.

Yang Tiantian's body, which was already trembling violently, shook like an electric shock again.

Yang Guang seemed to chuckle, looking very proud.

His hand slapped on the elastic full, and Yoyo said, "You should have heard what I and Zitong said just now." It is true that you are the descendant of a village girl who was lucky enough to come on the way south to enjoy the Qionghua thousands of years ago. However, since the Great Sui Dynasty to the present, it has been a thousand years, and there are as many as 37 generations to you. Sage Yun, when the blood is passed down to the ninth generation, there is no connection, and everyone in the same clan can get married, not to mention that you are already thirty-seven generations? ”

Yang Tiantian wants to say, even if it has been passed down for thirty-seven generations and thousands of years, I still have your blood flowing in my body.

But she didn't dare to say it.

Because she knows very well that the so-called noble bloodline will be inherited in the same line, and the argument that it will last for thousands of years is not valid from the perspective of genetics.

At that time, Yang Guang's son, the child born after marrying his wife, had already been "diluted" by half by the woman's own bloodline.

The so-called grandfather's love for his grandson is the next generation's parent, which is how it came about.

The grandson remarried and had children, and Yang Guang's noble bloodline was diluted again, and it was only a quarter of the original.

Nine generations later, the probability of Yang Guang's grandson's grandson inheriting his noble bloodline is only a few tenths.

At this time, the noble genes he inherited have been far away from the disadvantages of "inbred marriage".

What's more, what about thirty-seven generations later?

To be honest, after so many generations, whether Yang Tiantian's father is a direct descendant of Yang Guang or not has to be verified, not to mention the suspicion of "close relatives".

So whether in theory or in practice, Yang Guang, the "ancestor", can completely incorporate a beauty from thirty-seven generations into his harem.

But in a way, this is a big reversal.

But the question is, whose girl was fortunate by her thirty-seven generations of ancestors?

This kind of thing is simply special -.

For the current Yang Tiantian, it is real and weird.

"You don't have to carry any psychological baggage. Alas. ”

Yang Guang finally retracted the hand placed on Yang Tiantian's body, and sighed faintly on his back: "What's more, I am fortunate to you, but I only exist in a dream." In addition to bringing you a change in aura, affecting your state of mind, and making you younger and younger, it will not cause you any substantial changes. ”

The substantial change, of course, is the meaning of "conception" or something like that.

I don't know why, after Yang Guang's faint sigh penetrated into Yang Tiantian's ears, it made her feel that he was actually very pitiful, and she just wanted to hold him in her arms and comfort him with the gentleness unique to women.

Just didn't wait for her to make any moves, but heard Yang Guangsenran say: "I am the first emperor of the ages." I have suffered a lot of grievances and suffering, and it is difficult to write about Hsinchu. The emperor, no matter how tragic his fate may be, does not need anyone's pity. It's just because none of you have this qualification! ”

"Concubine, don't dare."

Yang Tiantian didn't realize that when she blurted out the word "concubine", she was quite fluent, without a trace of stagnation.

Only the panic after the mind was pierced again.

Yang Guang was accustomed to it, so he walked around her with his hands behind his back, and said slowly: "Since you have already stepped on the Lost Soul Cliff on the third day of the third month of the third month, let me, who is thousands of miles away from the Valley of the Kings, feel that it is fate to venture away from the host who should have coexisted and die, and come back to meet you. Well, the fate arranged for me by the Queen of Heaven. ”

"But for now, the fate between you and me is over for the time being. I'm going to leave the Valley of the Kings and go back to that evil obstacle. ”

In Yang Guang's tone, there was an obvious reluctance: "During this period of time, it is actually the happiest time in more than 1,000 years since I died. You, not bad. ”

Yang Tiantian wanted to say thank you, but her mouth just moved.

When the emperor praised his subjects, he disdained to hear her thanks.

"You may be puzzled, how did I return to the world from a thousand years ago?"

After Yang Guang asked this question, without waiting for Yang Tiantian to answer, he suddenly raised his hand and clenched his fists, and roared sharply: "That's because I'm unwilling!" I am not willing to be locked up in the dark nine shadows forever, and suffer the shame of those wastes! ”

His roar resonated with the golden bells under the eaves of the nine-story pagoda.

In the ringing of Ling Ling, there were other sounds mixed in, coming from outside the window.

Wind.

Rain.

The sound of thousands of galloping horses.

Tens of thousands of soldiers paused their long lances and roared loudly: "Win, win!" Wan win, Wan win, Wan win! ”

Click!

Thunder also exploded in mid-air.

A dragon-like lightning swept through the nine-story temple with great speed, making Yang Tiantian suddenly see that those paper figures, mud tires, and all humanoid objects, including Empress Xiao, were all prostrate on the ground.

There is a bloody evil spirit, which suddenly spreads from heaven and earth.

This is the power of heaven and earth.

The power of the Emperor!

Yang Tiantian's head was just raised and slammed on the ground again.

Shivering.

She didn't have a chance to look at the situation outside, but she could imagine that outside the nine-story pagoda, boundless soldiers had gathered at this time.

The horses neighed, the cold light of the lance flickered, and the crimson flag fluttered in the wind.

Under the storm, Zhang Xutuo, Mai Tiezhu and other historical generals loyal to Yang Guang galloped in front of thousands of battle arrays, holding high the lance, shouting ten thousand victories, ten thousand victories!

At this time, as long as Yang Guang gives an order, the Great Sui Iron Cavalry loyal to him will form a black wind with murderous aura rushing straight to the bullfight, stepping through the Valley of the Kings-

Anyone, in this kind of majesty that has changed the color of heaven and earth, can only curl up his trembling body as much as he can, and he doesn't dare to take a breath in the atmosphere.

"Ha, haha!"

Yang Guang laughed wildly, opened his arms, strode to the window, pushed it open, pointed outside and roared to the sky: "Look, that's my soldier!" That's my world! That's me! ”

Roar!

A clear dragon roar, as if coming from outside the Nine Heavens Cloud, cut off Yang Guang's wild laughter.

Yang Guang was stunned, suddenly grabbed a clay tire statue, and slammed out of the window: "Why, why!" Why are you still imprisoned after so many years! Why, let me live in the body of that evil seed, and no longer be able to lead my 100,000 tigers and wolves to compete for dominance in the world and wipe out all the ghosts and ghosts!? ”

No matter how angry Yang Guang was, the heavens and the earth suddenly calmed down.

The storm, the galloping horses, the roar of the 100,000 tigers and wolves, all were silent.

There was a soft moonlight, which was reflected from an unknown angle, and sprinkled all over the entire nine-story temple.

It's peaceful.

"Why, why is that?"

Yang Guang seemed to be more than ten years old in an instant, let go of the window weakly, staggered back a few steps, and squatted in front of Yang Tiantian with a pop.

He hung his head and closed his eyes.

Muddy tears flowed down his pale cheeks and dripped.

He muttered to himself, making people sound extremely distressed: "Why do you mislead my royal sister's descendants to have such hatred for me? For thousands of years, I have been searching for my whereabouts, and I want to catch me and Xuanyuan in front of the statues, and decapitate my heart? Is it really wrong, I? ”