Atypical Survival [Quick Transmigration]

Sheng Chongling obeyed his teacher's order every day, and practiced calligraphy for half an hour to cultivate his character.

He is good at calligraphy and cursive, and he writes wildly. The tip of the Langhao pen is full of ink mixed with cinnabar.The bright red running brush seemed to burst out of the paper, extremely arrogant.

Sheng Chongling's words, and his extremely stern-looking person, seem to be of two types, and they seem to be very split.

The barrel of the excellent Langhao pen is made of black jade, which is extremely moist to the hand. It is the most commonly used pen by Sheng Chongling recently.But today, not long after he wrote the pen, he saw that the Langhao pen was broken from the tip of the pen, creating a crack, and the jade fragments fell down.

The white-haired king was slightly startled.

He seemed to get up, wanting to ask the eunuch beside him to change a pen—but he stopped suddenly.

It has been a long time since he lost control of his internal force and damaged the utensils in his hands.In this state, there is no need to continue practicing calligraphy.

Anyway, you can't calm down when you meditate.

Sheng Chongling waved his hand, and the chief eunuch agreed, and asked someone to fill the emperor with water to wash his hands.At the same time, he bowed slightly, and was about to ask if he would like to eat, when the white-haired emperor suddenly asked: "How many people in the Unnamed Palace have not yet been canonized?"

The king seldom asked about things in the harem.

But Fu Fu, as a great eunuch, was of course somewhat different from ordinary people, so he didn't need to send someone to investigate, so he replied respectfully: "There are three His Royal Highnesses temporarily living in the Weiming Palace, the fourth prince of the Liang Kingdom, and the queen daughters of the two small countries in the southeast. "

In front of a behemoth like Ming Ling, naturally only Daliang, one of the seven great kingdoms, can have a name.

Sheng Chongling's face was still stern, without any expression of emotion: "Fufu, in your opinion, who should be conferred on him?"

The phrase he should refer to the fourth prince.

Before Daliang, except for Yan, which had been "destroyed", the other five countries had offered their princesses and relatives; the emperor didn't bother, and the positions of these concubines were conferred by the Qin Lijian according to the strength of the country, and they were all conferred first-rank Imperial concubine.

But now, His Majesty suddenly asked about the Fourth Prince.

Thinking about such things as the king's will, Fufu, as a great eunuch, must know something.

Liang Guo is the most impoverished and weakest country among the seven countries, and the person who was sent as a marriage partner happened to be a man.

Although His Majesty doesn't seem to have any women he likes, he should be even more dissatisfied with men.

That's why he even deliberately intervened in the matter of canonization.

And if it is canonized, I am afraid that His Majesty does not care about the male concubine of that rank. If you want to press down, the rank of the emperor's servant is just right.

"The slave thought that it would be better to be a king..."

"You also think the queen is just right?" The white-haired emperor seemed to be stunned, "I'm just worried that in the future, there will be no seal."

Wellbeing: "??"

In fact, there is nothing to seal, but it is second.It's just that the empress has to be in charge of the Phoenix seal and rule the six palaces. Everything in the harem, no matter how big or small, must go through her hands, and there are many affairs.Sheng Chongling has personally seen the little prince practicing martial arts until midnight, and he seems to be very diligent... If these matters come up again, it will take up all his time.

Sheng Chongling said to himself: "This is inappropriate."

Wellbeing: "..."

He didn't know what to say anymore, he was just terrified inside.It's no wonder that their emperor is just at the age of youthful vigor, but he never gets close to women. It turns out that he prefers men?

Those small countries flattered the wrong direction, but the Liang country was wrong...

At this time, Sheng Chongling seemed to have made a decision, and said in a low voice, "Let's make her a male concubine first."

·

Ji Zhaixing lives comfortably in the Weiming Palace, but the place is remote but quiet, few palace people come here.Spending a few hours every day practicing sword and martial arts, I couldn't be more comfortable.

But I didn't expect the canonization to come so quickly.

The concubine rank of Ji Zhaixing, and because she is a man, has an extra title of "Xingjun".

He was given to live in the Xing Xing Hall in the East Palace—it was a good place to live, spacious and bright, with beautiful scenery, and most importantly, it was very close to the main hall where Emperor Ming Ling lived.

But for Ji Zhaixing, it is not a good palace seat.

Xing Xing Hall is located in the central area of ​​the palace, there are many people patrolling, and there are many masters in the palace passing by; if he practices sword again, he must be more careful and vigilant.

Ji Zhaixing originally selected candidates from the Weiming Palace, but because they were suitable and easy to use, he also brought them along, barely filling the Qixing Palace where the number of waiters was not too large.

He has gained some prestige these days, although he doesn't care much about his subordinates, but the female officer in charge is quite respectful to him.He also intends to protect the maidservants and eunuchs he brought from Daliang, all assigned to them are light jobs.

Just like the current Jiecai, she has been raised with more cheekbones, and there are no scars on her body.He often has crooked eyebrows and looks obedient and smart, so he can be a caring person.

She walked into the hall lightly, and wanted to give Ji Zhuixing some fragrant tea for rinsing mouth, when she saw the handsome young man wearing a red dress for canonization, with exquisite and luxurious gold silk embroidery on the clothes, and gathered The raised waist is quite thin.The rich color of the clothing was as hot as fire, and it set off his complexion extremely white.

At this time, Ji Zhaixing lowered his eyes slightly, and straightened the folds of his girdle, and he could see the trembling eyebrows, and the straight bridge of the nose.

His Royal Highness, who is extremely handsome and beautiful, is dressed in red as a wedding dress.

Jiecai lowered her head slightly, her face blushing uncontrollably.

Your Highness is really good-looking... But when she remembered that the little Highness was going to marry that tyrant, her face turned pale again.

Heart down endless.

Ji Zhaixing didn't notice her expression, he tidied up his clothes, rinsed his mouth with fragrant tea, and left.

The canonization steps are quite cumbersome, but fortunately Ji Zhaoxing is a man, in fact, some steps have been omitted.After receiving the imperial decree, the canonization ceremony is considered to be over, and the sky is almost black.

In the main room of Qixing Hall, there are countless ambiguous red silk decorations, and two green dragon acacia incense.The quilts are soft, and the quilts are all dominated by bright red.

According to the previous rules in the imperial palace, the day of canonization should also be a day favored by the emperor, so there is nothing wrong with arranging the lying bed like a wedding room.

But Ji Zhaixing was not nervous, he knew very well that the emperor would not come - to be precise, he had never favored anyone in the harem.

The same is true for Ji Zhaixing in the plot, and he has rarely even seen this rumored fierce tyrant, let alone a close relative.This is also one of the reasons why he stayed in the palace with peace of mind, waiting for the emperor to dismiss the harem.

It is one of the safest places in the world with basic necessities, food, housing and transportation; if you regard this as a free inn, it is really the best place to practice martial arts.

Ji Zhaixing took some snacks from the table, and drank some of the fine wine that was used for entertainment as something to quench his thirst.

The human skin mask on his face is extremely delicate, although it is Qu Qingxing's facial features, it can reveal his own demeanor, even the flushed cheeks after drinking are particularly obvious, The corners of the eyes are red.

It seemed that when he drank alcohol, his body would be easily contaminated with the aroma of the wine, like a dark fragrance that emanated from his skin and bones.

Ji Zhaixing closed his eyes, walked to the window and opened the curtain, letting the cool breeze blow on his face, he was much more awake.

Then he stretched out his hand again to reach for the tree branch by the window—it was too far away to touch, and simply turned over from the low window, with inner strength in his hand, he broke off the branch of an indistinguishable ancient tree Get down, stumble to explore the way with your internal force, avoid the guards, and walk towards a secret courtyard.

I can't stop practicing swords tonight.

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When the emperor, who had no intention of practicing calligraphy today, and impatiently finished his official duties, was sitting in the Xinggong Palace, avoiding the transmission so as not to scare the little prince; when Sheng Chongling entered the main bedroom, what he saw was such a quilt A soft, but empty bed.

Sheng Chongling: "..."

Shouldn't today be his wedding night?

Sheng Chongling only stayed for a moment, then took off the bright red court clothes he had specially changed into, and followed him away from the window without making a sound.

As one of the top masters in the world, Sheng Chongling quickly found his male concubine.

Then, from the sidelines, Ji Zhaixing practiced his sword moves for an hour and a half.

The young man's figure is romantic, truly peerless.

But tonight was supposed to be their wedding night.

Ji Zhaixing's snow-white cheeks, I don't know if it was because of sword practice, there was a layer of heat and thin red, which was clearly reflected by the moonlight.

In such a biting cold wind, he couldn't break a sweat, so Ji Zhaixing threw the branches casually, and walked like in a bedroom.

Sheng Zhongling's face was as cold as frost.

Do you want to pretend that he hasn't been here today, or ask why the little prince just came back?