From Leng Palace Princess Gou Cheng Martial Dao Supreme

Chapter 11 Daxia Academy (recommendation ticket requested)
"Twelve or thirteen-year-old grandmasters... don't get to the grand master realm in a few years, the old prince was not so fierce when he was young!"

Someone was shocked.

"Is the situation true?" The skinny old man asked again.

"Naturally true."

"Sigh~ The Great Xia Dynasty has lasted for thousands of years, and its luck is prosperous. It really shouldn't be underestimated... If this matter is correct, what happened in the palace can only be reported to the Holy Envoy truthfully, and the adults at the headquarters will make a decision."

The skinny old man sighed and blew out the candle.

……

The shadows of Xianyuntan are lingering, and things change for a few times in autumn.

In the blink of an eye, another three years passed.

Many things have happened in these years. The old emperor passed away half a year ago, and the third prince Jiang Heng ascended the throne, named Xia Henghuang, and changed his reign name to Yong'an.

After all, Nanny Li did not survive the winter of last year.

He passed away peacefully on a snowy day and was buried in a temple outside the palace.

Jiang Zirou was promoted to be the director of the Sutra Pavilion of Zhengsanpin.

Last year, two more young eunuchs in charge of cleaning came to the palace, and Jiang Zirou completely became an idler in the palace.

……

In spring, at night.

On a beautiful lake outside the city, Jiang Zirou was dressed in a white gown, tall and straight, independent and independent.

There is a small wine gourd hanging around her waist, and her long hair like a waterfall hangs over her shoulders.

She is 14 years old this year, and she is considered an adult according to Daxia's customs.

The figure is long, the childishness between the eyebrows and eyes has faded a little, and the demeanor of the country and the city is full of every frown and smile.

"Chong!"

The moonlight is like flowing water.

With a movement of Jiang Zirou's spirit, the big summer sparrow in his hand uttered a crisp knife cry, and flew out, with sword energy overflowing, first like a river, and then like a drizzle, leaving a fine line on the tranquil lake. Fine scratches.

The knife rises and the knife falls.

A golden ripple lightly crossed the lake, and a figure as tall as a sacred mountain flashed behind Jiang Zirou.

open one's eyes.

The brilliant starry sky is reflected in the deep pool-like pupils.

"The realm of the great master is really amazing."

With a light step, it flies across the sky like a flying fairy.

It just left a sword mark on the tranquil lake, which shattered the bright moon in the lake and lingered for a long time, indicating that the girl's sword practice has already reached the realm of a god-man.

……

A few days later.

Tomb-sweeping season, drizzle.

In the rainy world, Jiang Zirou came outside the Jialan Temple with an umbrella and flowers in hand.

Gently knock on the gate of the temple.

Soon, a young monk in a gray robe opened the door.

After seeing Jiang Zirou, who was so beautiful and unparalleled like a fairy in the rain, he was taken aback. He clasped his hands together and bowed his head to chant a Buddha's name.

"Amitabha, I don't know why the female benefactor came here today?"

"Look at the two old friends."

……

The palace eunuchs.

If there are no relatives alive after death, they will be buried in temples outside the city.

Jiang Zirou's biological mother and Nanny Li from the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion were buried here.

In the past few years, Nanny Li has taken good care of Jiang Zirou.

She is a miserable woman who has been in the palace all her life. Because she has no backer, she will inevitably be bullied and suffer for half of her life. It was not until she became old and became the director of the Sutra Pavilion that things got better.

Before dying.

Nanny Li gave Jiang Zirou the salary and jewelry she had accumulated.

Although he didn't value these vulgar things, Jiang Zirou still missed the old man's friendship after all.

Put a bouquet of white flowers in front of the old mother's tomb, and wave to clean up the weeds in front of the tomb.

Holding an oiled paper umbrella, Jiang Zirou came to another dilapidated tombstone.

"The Tomb of Zhao's Lady in Huanyi"

That's right, this is the place where Jiang Zirou's biological mother was buried.

for his mother.

Jiang Zirou naturally didn't have much memory, after all, when she came to this world, the original owner's mother had passed away for more than half a year.

The original owner lost his mother when he was young, so he doesn't remember much about his mother.

I just remember my mother's red and chapped hands that were frozen in cold water...and the few warm candies that appeared in those hands during the Chinese New Year.

Put another bouquet of white flowers in your hand on your mother's grave.

Jiang Zirou let out a long sigh, and saw a few flying birds passing by in the distance under the rain curtain and gray clouds.

in a trance.

He couldn't tell whether he was a foreigner who traveled through time, or a lost princess with an extra memory.

……

rainy night.

The upper study room was brightly lit.

"Snapped!"

The glazed jade cup worth tens of thousands of gold was thrown heavily to the ground by Jiang Heng, the former third prince, who is now the Great Xia Emperor.

Broken to the ground.

"These ministers of wolves, tigers and leopards are really unreasonable! Unreasonable!"

Three years passed.

However, the third prince seemed to have aged ten years, almost half of his black hair had turned gray and white, and his bloodshot eyeballs were filled with thunderous rage.

"The emperor calm down, what if the dragon's body is injured!"

The old eunuch who was waiting beside him offered tea and patted Jiang Heng on the back very distressed.

Heng Huang drank the tea and coughed twice.

He frowned when he noticed a mass of blood in the white silk handkerchief, put down the handkerchief, looked at the three ministers who were kneeling in front of him, and asked in a deep voice.

"Nowadays, the family of the feudal lord is too big to lose, and he and the prince are colluding with each other, intending to bring disaster to the world. Dear friends, what do you think?"

These extreme human rights ministers bowed their heads, and no one dared to say anything.

"Since that's the case, then I'll just say it directly. These aristocratic clans have become obsessed with evil intentions that have been hidden for a long time. If we don't get rid of it today, the world will be my Great Xia's world in the future, or the world of these clans!"

"Your Majesty, it is absolutely impossible!"

The chief minister of the cabinet Wang Cijiu's face changed drastically, and he knelt on the ground immediately, persuading him hard.

"The vassal king's family has deep-rooted power, keeps private soldiers in captivity, and secretly communicates with several major martial arts holy places. And... there are rumors outside that you poisoned the first emperor and excluded your brothers in order to ascend the throne. Although these things are completely nonsense, if you send troops now If so, I'm afraid it's the idea of ​​these aristocratic families... Why don't we first adopt the method of marriage to appease the aristocratic families, and then think of other methods after this period of time has passed?"

"Inappropriate! Since these aristocratic families dare to spread such treasonous news, they are obviously ready to tear their skins and make a move. Now that Lei Ting makes a move, there is still a chance of life. If we continue to delay, I am afraid it will be a threat to the tiger."

General Xiang Heng took a step forward and said in a deep voice.

"No matter what, my Daxia Academy is willing to be driven by the emperor."

The last one was dressed as a Confucian scholar, in his forties, with white clothes and a green crown, and an outstanding temperament.

His name is Zhao Gou, and he is the dean of the Daxia Academy.

Daxia Academy, which teaches Confucian classics and martial arts skills, is one of the six holy places of martial arts.

Therefore, Henghuang attaches great importance to his words.

"Okay! If that's the case, then everyone, let's work hard for these thirty thousand miles of mountains and rivers and me!"

The young emperor laughed proudly.

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After a meal, I will continue to write, and I ask all the brothers and sisters for your support!
(End of this chapter)