lazy cat hits cute

Hongling Kingdom is as lively as ever.

There are many rumors on the street: the prince is going to choose the princess.

The ultimate goal of a monk is ascension, and ascension must cut off all ties with the mortal world, but those who are talented and hopeful for ascension will always reduce their ties with the world as much as possible, so that they can ascend without any worries. leave.

Only those who have no hope of ascension, or even hope of improving their realm, will form a Taoist companion early, and try to use the power of the Taoist companion to forcibly improve their cultivation base. This is just the last struggle of a monk.

It is well known that the prince is very talented, but his status is really special.

He is the prince.

Some people also said that the rumor of the crown princess was deliberately spread by several clans ordered by King Huai with ulterior motives.

After Zhang Qingyang finished a pot of tea, he walked out of the teahouse slowly, thinking about when Ming Huang would let him enter the palace.

He is now an unrepentant arrogance, and there is a tense atmosphere in Qifeng. His identity is sensitive, and he is unlikely to follow the normal procedure for courtiers to enter the palace.

Ming Huang didn't make him wait too long.

A servant from Yise Tea House gave him a pot of sea sparrow tongue, and a piece of snow-white gauze was placed under the celadon teapot.Zhang Qingyang unfolded the gauze and threw it into the kettle. The gauze showed faint blue characters, the size of a fingernail, and the plan to enter the palace was written in great detail.

Tea leaves that are offered as tribute from other places are often first checked and screened by Yise Tea House, and the best quality tea is selected for tribute.It was escorted into the palace by the imperial army, and the people from Youse Tea House were responsible for checking and handing over the accounts with the people from the Palace Tribute Tea House.

As the little follower of the deputy shopkeeper of the tea house, Zhang Qingyang followed the imperial army into the palace in an open and honest manner.

The palace has tall red walls and deep pavilions. Walking on the spacious palace roads always feels very depressing.

There was also a swish of cool air hovering over the palace.

There are not many people in the Gong Tea House, and there are many things to do. The Yulin Army took out the tea bags one by one, and counted them by category. The deputy shopkeeper and the director jointly counted. Each pack also needs to be sampled and soaked to taste whether the color is clear and the taste is correct. These tasks can not be completed in two or three days, and no one who has not finished the Yise Tea House is not allowed to leave.

At night, Zhang Qingyang put on the cloak given to him by the deputy shopkeeper, followed Xiaohuangmen and left the Gongchayuan quietly.

The East Palace where the prince lived had turned off the lights early tonight, and it was pitch black.

The meeting place was in the Yiyong Hall, where the prince received his confidants.

After five years, it was three years, almost nine years, and Ming Huang was not sure about his feelings for Zhang Qingyang because of his vague liking.In the past eight years, he has experienced many things, and he has survived one after another without any danger. He is too busy.He has always stood in the bottom of his heart, but with the passage of time, a layer of fog has been cast over him. He knows that every step of a monk's cultivation that needs to be closed is long, and he can't wait. ah.

His heart was pounding like never before.

He came in, very lightly.

"Ming Huang?"

"I'm here." He stood up, almost knocked over the chair, so embarrassed that he couldn't bear it.

He came over and looked at it for a while.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Ming Huang's tense mood suddenly relaxed, his voice was still so faint, with a bit of rustling texture, his face was still the same, the dust covered by the vague memory was wiped off at once, and he completely matched the person in front of him.

it's him.

He approached slowly, stretched out his hand, tentatively, and hugged him.

Ming Huang's heart beat like a drum.

Zhang Qingyang exhaled a long breath, with a sense of relief, and buried his head in his neck. Ming Huang's body smelled faintly of green marrow, and the refreshing scent of ink was quite pleasant.

It doesn't matter what the precept of nothingness is, whether it is worn wrong or not... Anyway, I like it.

Like is enough.

"I heard you want a concubine?"

Ming Huang pursed his lips and said in a low voice: "Nonsense, how can there be such a thing."

"It's being spread outside, who spread it?"

"It's not once or twice that the court said that I want to accept a concubine. The ones admonishing me are old faces, and the emperor knows it in his heart." Ming Huang complained softly, "Oh, it hurts, don't bite me."

"Why can't you bite?" Zhang Qingyang said solemnly, sitting down holding him, brushing his lips against his delicate cheeks, finding the right place and biting down again.

Ming Huang's mind went numb all of a sudden, his hands and feet felt so soft that it didn't feel like his own.

Zhang Qingyang's pressure was very light, and Ming Huang's lips were soft and moist, as if they were going to melt away after taking a bite.

"...You, you wait, I can't breathe."

"Hold on."

"How can you..." Like that.He was speechless.

……

The lingering after the reunion after a long absence was particularly lingering, and Ming Huang took a lot of effort to break free and calmed down: "The palace will call every hour, patrol the palace, it's almost time, you hurry back."

"Can't stay?"

"I want to, too, but they are so strict that they can't hide it." Ming Huang pursed his lips, his cheeks puffed up like he was yawning, and rubbed his eyes, "I'm sleepy, are you sleepy?".

"That's good." Zhang Qingyang understood what he meant, and kissed Ming Huang's forehead: "Go to bed early."

"Um……"

Ming Huang is really busy.

In the palace, Zhang Qingyang heard the news more accurately.As the emperor's condition relapsed, his temper became eccentric and moody. Two days ago, the imperial concubine, who was favored by the emperor, was scolded severely because the sweet soup she cooked did not suit the emperor's taste.

King Huai tried his best to show his filial piety to the emperor, and he ran to the palace twice in three days, King Lin also came to join in the fun, and King Ying, who searched for rare medicinal materials everywhere, while trying to be filial, naturally he would not forget to make stumbling blocks to spread rumors wind.

And Ming Huang was reviewing a large number of memorials all day long, handling six affairs, and had to perfectly clean up the stumbling blocks set by the emperor brothers, and also took time to practice hard, so busy that he hardly had time to visit the emperor.

Moreover, the annual first frost and autumn hunting is coming again.

In previous years, the emperor personally put on the armor, straddled his horse and shot down the first prey of Qiushou, but now that the emperor's dragon is not in good health, it is still unknown whether the autumn hunting can be held on time.

"If you don't do it, will it affect you?" The work of counting the tribute is about to be completed, and this is the last day of Zhang Qingyang's stay in the palace.

"If there is any impact, we must continue to do it." Ming Huang said out of breath, "He is such a stubborn person, how could he take the old medicine and refuse to take the medicine well, um...cut."

Zhang Qingyang sighed vaguely.

"During the autumn hunt, will people from all sects come to watch the ceremony?"

"Yes." Ming Huang tugged at his collar, "But Chong Ling never sent anyone here."

"Help me arrange it." He paused, "Just treat it as if I'm hiding from the limelight."

Qifeng has not been very peaceful recently, and all kinds of waves and clouds are treacherous.

"The Ministry of Rites is in charge of Qiushou's affairs. An invitation letter will be sent to Chongling every year. If you want to participate, please let me know when you go back and send it to you directly."

"Ah."

The next day, Zhang Qingyang went out of the palace with the guys from Yise Tea House, worked in the tea house for a few days, and set off to return to the clan.Ming Huang's pinch was accurate, within three hours of Zhang Qingyang's return to the sect, the invitation sword book came, he took it out logically, and went on the road, just avoiding Lian Huafeng's lovely girl.

The Chongling Sect came here for an unprecedented time, and he was still the arrogance of Weihui Peak, which caused a sensation for a while. Siyi Hall, which was in charge of receiving the clans of all parties, was on the verge of an enemy, and everyone packed up the best for him.

Zhang Qingyang didn't care, he practiced as usual every day, occasionally bought a few books to read, and learned a lot.

Zhang Qingyang also knew a lot about Chushuang Qiushou.Autumn Hunting is a rule set by Hongling's founding of the country, in order not to let future generations forget to practice martial arts, and to maintain combat effectiveness at all times.After dozens of generations of emperors, autumn hunting has become more than just autumn hunting, and the content has become more and more abundant. In addition to hunting competitions, a lot of entertainment content has been added.Poetry competition, flying flower orders, pot throwing, piano fighting, polo, Cuju.

People who participated in these activities included common people and relatives of the emperor; people from Hongling's own country and people from other countries could also participate. In this way, Chushuang Qiushou was not only large in scale, but also demonstrated Hongling's national strength and The feelings of the emperor and the people.

However, the highlight of the autumn hunting is still the hunting meeting with the participation of the emperor. All influential official families in the capital will try their best to organize a team to participate in the autumn hunting.

Ming Huang was very busy, most of the time was busy with this, the Emperor Dragon was not in good health, once something went wrong, the blow would be devastating.

Under the intensive arrangement, when the autumn color is at its peak, the first frost and autumn hunting officially kicked off.

King Huai has [-] followers, and Ming Huang's Crown Prince's residence is also full of talents. King Lin's team has always won the championships in martial arts competitions and polo events.Each of them tried their best to push the other down.

It was another battle between dragons and tigers.