the last traverser

In the early morning, warm sunlight shines through the window on Wen Ya who is sleeping soundly. At this time, Wen Ya is covered by the golden sunlight, causing Sikong Jinglian who just woke up to have an illusion that the child in front of her is an angel. reincarnation.

"Hmm..." With a low voice, Wen Ya faintly woke up from her deep sleep. Although a cultivator does not need to sleep, Wen Ya is still used to sleeping at night.

"Wake up, baby!" A faint smile rises from Sikong Jinglian's handsome, almost evil face. Sikong Jinglian seems to be in a good mood today, and those usually cold eyes will glow with something similar to gentleness. .

"Let go of me! Who is your baby!" Confused eyes finally found themselves in someone else's arms, looking warily at the father who recognized yesterday,

"I don't want to let you go. You are my baby. You insisted that I hug you to sleep last night!" Feeling mischievous, Sikong Jinglian deliberately distorted the facts. Although Sikong Jinglian is the monarch of the whole country, Can't get rid of the fact that he is only this year.

Did he really insist on hugging his father in this life to sleep last night?This question floated in Wen Ya's mind.

"Baby, wash your face first, and you can have breakfast later!" Seemingly addicted to teasing Wen Ya, Sikong Jinglian did not change the name "Baby".

"Don't call me baby!" Hearing this address again, Wen Ya felt a few crows flying over her head, looking at her father with black lines all over her face, trying hard to put a smile on her mouth, but that smile No matter how you look at it, it's far-fetched.

"Your Majesty, breakfast is ready!" Just as Sikong Jinglian wanted to tease Wen Ya one more step, the manager's voice just happened to sound from outside the door, interrupting Sikong Jinglian's interest.

"Boss, you go down first, I'll come later!" As if blaming the boss for coming at an untimely time, Sikong Jinglian was full of displeasure when she said this.

"Yes." Responded weakly, the manager suddenly felt that he was wronged, he was just asking His Majesty to eat, why did His Majesty speak to him in such a bad tone, as if he had done something wrong, woo woo woo... I am really unlucky!

Bai Liao glanced at the father who was angering the manager, Wen Ya was washing himself, and ignored Si Kong Jinglian at all.

"Baby, let's go have breakfast!" Sikong Jinglian still didn't change her title of Wenya as if she had become addicted to the game.

"...

Wen Ya didn't bother to pay attention to Sikong Jinglian anymore, so the nickname "Baby" was just crowned on Wen Ya in such an aboveboard manner.

Xuande Hall

At this time, it was the time to go to the imperial court, so a group of ministers gathered in twos and threes in the Xuande Hall, and the phenomenon of forming cliques could be seen everywhere. From this, it can be seen that Sikong Jinglian's control over the imperial court is still not in place. For a domineering person like Sikong Jinglian, this kind of thing is absolutely not allowed to exist, and the fact that they are not cleaned up is only because he has not been on the throne for a long time and his foundation is not stable.

"Old Huang, I don't know if you have heard that His Majesty let a little boy live in his bedroom yesterday?" The cloudy old eyes flashed with a light that didn't match, and the white-bearded old man asked strangely.

"Tell me about this! I've heard about it too! But Your Majesty has kept this matter very secret. Up to now, my people haven't found any information about that little boy." The eyes of the old man burst out, His Majesty's wings are hardened, and he wants to get rid of everyone's control, but does he have the strength?His heirs were all born to him by the daughters of their veteran ministers. If he really did too much, he wouldn't mind dying with both jade and stone.

"The Emperor is coming..."

Regardless of what these individuals were thinking in their hearts, when they heard this voice, they still knelt very respectfully on the surface...

"Long live the emperor"

Pulling the reluctant Wenya, Sikong Jinglian walked towards the seat that everyone dreamed of, sat on that seat, and brought the reluctant Wenya into his arms, Sikong Jinglian looked at those people with cold eyes. Veteran.

"Everyone is flat." Although Sikong Jinglian really wanted the old officials below to continue to kneel down, Sikong Jinglian, who had strong self-control, suppressed this idea. Superficial skills should not be wasted, at least for those people. Before being wiped out by myself.

"Start to play if there is something to do, and leave the court if there is nothing to do." The eunuch's stereotyped voice echoed throughout the hall, and no one knew what was going on in the hearts of everyone in the hall.

"I have something to do!" Seeing that no one came out to speak for a long time, the white-bearded old man couldn't hold back the doubts in his heart.

"What's the matter?" Sikong Jinglian, who already knew in his heart what he would ask, asked calmly, just waiting for this group of prey to fall into the net!

"Your Majesty, the dragon chair is the symbol of the king of a country. How can this little boy sit on it? It's not in keeping with etiquette!" Although these words sounded like they were scolding Wen Ya who was sitting on the dragon chair, everyone on the field None of them are idiots. It can be heard that the old man is blaming Sikong Jinglian for not having the demeanor of a king of a country, and letting someone sit on the dragon chair casually.

"Oh...Aiqing, does Aiqing mean that my baby is not qualified to sit on the dragon chair?" Sikong Jinglian raised a lock of her gentle hair, her eyes that always revealed a charming light were calm like a pool of stagnant water, The white-bearded old man kneeling on the ground couldn't figure out the king's mind in front of him.

"This is not in line with etiquette! Please the emperor deal with this boy!" A drop of cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and the old man felt sensitively that today's matter seemed to be difficult.

"This is not in line with etiquette! Please the emperor deal with this boy!" Other senior officials also knelt down and asked Sikong Jinglian to deal with Wen Ya who was sitting on the dragon chair.

Wen Ya's eyes were still glowing softly, like an outsider, not the slightest interest in this matter, as if he didn't care about the fate he was about to face.

"Then if I say that my baby is qualified to sit on the dragon chair, do you have any opinions?" An evil smile was drawn on the corner of his mouth, and Sikong Jinglian looked at the old officials below as if he was looking at the dead Same, these people, fell into the urn...