In the middle of Shenjing City, in the small mansion belonging to Li Yi, the smoke gradually rose upward.

The young girl who went back to her parents' house had some experience in cooking, and she was busy in the kitchen at this time, and the smell that came out, although it was not fragrant, but at least it was not the pungent burnt smell before.

This made Li Yi and Jiang Yue breathe a sigh of relief at the same time.

In the small courtyard, Li Yi, who was either chopping wood or clearing snow, was holding a broom at this time, and swept away all the thick snow very quickly, and beside him, the little prince Jiang Yue also took a broom to help, and then the latter sighed heavily and said:

"Brother Li, you said that the ninety years of the Great Xia calendar have just begun, and our Great Xia has suffered a catastrophe, and this year is destined to be bloody. ”

As soon as his words fell, the movements in Li Yi's hands, who were sweeping the floor, did not stop, but his already cold face became more solemn, and his response came out faintly:

"If Your Majesty, who ascended to the throne at the beginning of last year, is a sword that has not yet been completely unsheathed, then this year, after accumulation, Great Xia will completely show an unstoppable edge, and you and I are the swords that are at the forefront. ”

"You and I, the Radiant Army, were born to fight, so this year, you and I shouldn't be lonely. ”

A rebellious voice came out of Jiang Yue's mouth, with a thick bloody atmosphere, and then he gradually walked to Li Yi's side with a broom, lowered his voice, and continued to speak:

"You know that those of us who have been given forbidden Dao souls by His Majesty have a connection with each other in the underworld, so the feeling of that bottleneck must be very clear to you, Your Majesty still needs an opportunity to really show its edge, and to break through this opportunity, it will definitely require extraordinary means. ”

Before Jiang Yue's words fell, Li Yi, who was holding the broom, stopped his movements, narrowed his eyes, and lightly spit out two bloody words:

"Slaughter!"

"Same as I thought. ”

Jiang Yue's right fist was clenched fiercely, and there was a crazy look in his eyes, because these two words were really too bloody, and when he thought of Zhao Yu killing the saint to preach, the hot blood in his chest almost wanted to explode directly, and then looked south, and the voice came out again:

"It just so happens that I got the news a few days ago that in Gwangju Metropolitan City, there is a sword saint with the sharpest edge in Great Xia who wants to slash the sky!"

In the White Emperor's Palace, in the Imperial Garden, Zhao Yu, who was wearing plain clothes, was sitting upright behind the imperial table, looking down and flipping through a letter.

During this period of time, because he was busy with the funeral of the old queen mother, the folds on Zhao Yu's desk had already piled up, and there was even a red envelope from Gwangju Metropolitan City, and the dazzling scarlet represented 100,000 urgency!

Zhao Yu gently placed the red seal fold in his hand on the desk, and then frowned slightly, falling into thought, and there was only a very brief sentence on the fold:

Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion Murong He has officially confirmed that he has impacted the realm of saints, and it has reached a critical moment!

Since the disappearance of the Great Xia Taizu Zhao Wouji, there has not been a real saint in the entire thirty-six states of Great Xia, and at this time, Murong and this sword path overhaul who had been recognized by the Divine Machine Pavilion as the sharpest, once they became holy, no one could predict the chain reaction it would cause.

The weight of the word saint is almost impossible to describe and measure in words!

Just when Zhao Yu fell into thought, a cup of steaming bitter tea was gently placed on the imperial table, and then the voice of rouge and glutinous sounded:

"Your Majesty, have a cup of tea, you haven't eaten much in the past few days, and your face has deteriorated a lot. ”

After the words fell, the young emperor who was in thought came back to his senses, turned slightly, looked at Rouge, who also looked a little haggard in front of him, reached out and hugged the latter to his lap, and opened his mouth to respond:

"Why are you here, let Liang Po do this kind of tea making in the future, you must rest now. ”

"Out of the way, Your Majesty. ”

Rouge looked at Zhao Yu and smiled, then squinted his eyes and continued to speak:

"Although Liang Po has superb cooking skills, when it comes to the ability to make tea, I still have confidence in the concubine, and Your Majesty, you only love to drink the tea made by the concubine, don't you?"

After finishing speaking, Rouge also blinked his eyes, and then Zhao Yu also smiled, gently hugged him in his arms, and a gentle voice continued to come out:

"Rouge, you just used your tea to hook my heart. ”

Then Rouge leaned her head on Zhao Yu's chest, squinted her eyes, and her breathing gradually stabilized, her mood fluctuated violently during this time, coupled with the funeral of the old queen mother, so the original round cheeks were reduced a lot, and at this time in the warm arms of the young emperor, she couldn't help but fall asleep.

In the White Emperor's Palace, under the Xuantian Tree that went straight into the sky, the young emperor was holding the girl who fell asleep like a kitten, while reviewing the twists and turns that seemed to never decrease.

Time seems to be frozen in this afternoon, because maybe even God knows that for Zhao Yu at this time, he and Rouge are truly dependent on each other, but in the girl's belly, there is a little life that is thriving.

It is foreseeable that once it is successfully born, then it will be the infinite favor of the entire Great Xia, the Zhao family has not ushered in a new life for too long, and all the people of Great Xia are looking forward to its birth!

The sun on the horizon gradually sank in the west, and the orange sunset shone on the White Emperor's Palace, which was hung with plain silk, looking so sad and solemn, and at the same time, the palace maids walking back and forth also had solemn expressions, carefully trying not to make too much noise, for fear of disturbing the purity of this sad palace.

Liang Po's burly figure walked gently under the Xuantian Wood with the setting sun, and then came to Zhao Yu's side almost silently, and said softly:

"Your Majesty, dinner has been prepared, today is the first seven days of the Empress Dowager, and there are sacrifices in the palace. ”

Zhao Yu put down the fold in his hand, looked down at the rouge who was still sleeping in his arms, and made a gesture lightly to signal that dinner would be postponed, and then Liang Po nodded and retreated silently.

Then Zhao Yu looked at Rouge's perfect side face, stretched out her hand and gently brushed the hair in the latter's ear, and the eyelashes of Rouge in her arms moved, but she didn't open her eyes, but opened her mouth slightly, and a soft voice came out:

"Your Majesty, do you prefer a daughter or a son?"

After the soft question fell, Zhao Yu said without hesitation:

"I prefer a little princess, if it is a little princess, then it is the stars in the sky, and I am willing to take them off for her. ”

As soon as these words came out, Rouge opened his eyes, stood upright, looked at the serious dark eyes of the young emperor, and said with some concern:

"What if it's a boy?"

"If it's a boy, then I'll send him to Shenjing Station and follow that old man Li Chunfeng to learn how to farm!"