Xiu Ye and Emperor X

Chapter 7

The sky is slightly bright, and there is a white belly in the distance.

The Hall of Mental Cultivation held the lamps, and the eunuch who was on guard at night sang, "Get up!"

The entire palace began to come alive, and the sound of rustling footsteps continued.

Master Xiu didn't have the habit of getting up early, the lights outside the door were bright and people were shaking, black shadows flashed back and forth, people who practiced martial arts had a keen sense, and there were people outside who couldn't sleep peacefully no matter what, so he simply got up.Before going to sleep, the palace servants brought clothes and boots. Master Xiu thought about the suit in his purse, and then thought about the times, and immediately rejected it.

If you don't want to be surrounded by people, just do as the Romans do.

Never wear too revealing clothes until the battle!

He is Master Xiu, not Xiu Niang! !asshole!

Master Xiu opened the door.

The team passing through the door paused, and the leading maid lowered her head and folded her lapel: "Are you awake? The servants are passing the meals?"

"Need not."

Master Xiu is not hungry, it always feels strange when others salute him, it is not a salute between the sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes, but the humbleness of the subordinates and servants.He saw it a lot in the Tang Dynasty, but he suddenly woke up yesterday, and the concept of modern people suddenly appeared. It feels like one body has two souls.

Violent and weird.

He needs fusion time.

"This is……"

"It's time for the Lord Long Live to go to court. It's still early. You can take a rest until the Lord Long Live is gone." The court lady has a delicate face, a gentle temperament, neither humble nor overbearing, and her words are clear and soft.

Master Xiu thought, he wants to wait for the emperor to disintegrate and rise again?

Go back to sleep and go back to sleep?

No, there are many people coming and going at the door, even if the sound is small, his hearing is sharp, so he can't fall asleep naturally.go out?Don't make trouble, the whole palace is busy and orderly, and the girl who didn't see anyone blocked his door to prevent him from going out?

Master Xiu silently withdrew his feet, closed the door, and lay back.

He held the stone around his neck in a daze.

Cold to the touch.

The lumps are oddly shaped.

Sleeping is inconvenient.

There is always a touch of sadness.

Xiubai turned over and clicked the one-second change function.

Crowns inlaid with gold beads, two small pink fans, pink sleeves, revealing half of the white shoulders, a red-inlaid gold jacket, hanging down to the waist, beautiful clothes with wreaths, bare feet anklets, emeralds the size of eggs can be seen everywhere.

Level 70 Yanyu set.

to wear out?

Focus on one-click change.

A black dress with weird and exquisite dark patterns.

Black in broad daylight?

Roll rough!

Change again!

Master Xiu’s bag is connected to the Luohua Birong bag he made in the past, just in time to pass through the Seventy Great Passes. In the Tang Dynasty, all the things that are missing are slowly being made up. When you are outside the game, all kinds of coveted equipment are gathered. Quite a few, but during the Anshi Rebellion, they didn't use much. A pair of double swords slashed until the blade was wounded, and there was no more sword edge, and the last drop of blood drained and died.

Grabbing his hand suddenly, Master Xiu changed his suit.

What's the use of wearing these again?

The enemy is no more, after a thousand years, Anlu Mountain may have become a pile of dead bones.

He is Bing Xin pointing the sword at the rivers and lakes, the rivers and lakes are not there, the sword is already rusted, what's the use of showing the sharpness again?Master Xiu's brows were stained with a tired look.

I changed the suit and put it back into the bag with my own hands, and put on the clothes prepared by the emperor, such as common loose clothes, stockings, and short boots.The clothes are dark blue, white socks are light yellow boots, very comfortable to wear, the material is smooth and cold to the touch, the belt is tied up, the waist is sealed in white and blue, and the embroidered text on the belt is exquisite and simple, with a few strokes faintly visible.In the bronze mirror, the young man with loose hair had coquettish eyebrows, lazy and affectionate, he coughed.The maid waiting at the door opened the door and entered, she blushed quietly when she saw it, and bowed her head shyly: "Greetings, my lord."

Master Xiu stretched out his hand and pointed: "Come here and take care of me."

The son is romantic, gentle and affectionate, with black hair like a flowing spring, dark and dense.

The court lady was dexterous, and she pulled a bun in minutes, with a golden gilt crown, and two small pink fans pressed her hair, making her face more delicate, but his expression was extremely cold, his eyebrows were gentle, and his eyes were cold and cold.

"My lord." The maid dropped her hands and took a step back.

Xiubai stood up, touched her head, felt that the crown of hair was tightly pressed, and she was not afraid of walking and jumping, and her expression was slightly gentle: "You are good at craftsmanship, what's your name?"

"Slave Guerjia Tongzi."

The maids in the Hall of Mental Cultivation are all drafted, Eight Banners women, but most of them are minor elections, and their words and deeds have their own circles.

Xiubai nodded, turned and went out.

"The servant asked the imperial dining room to pass the meals? The Long Live Lord is about to go to court, why don't you make a cushion first and wait for the Long Live Lord to come back?"

"Why should I wait for him?" Xiubai stopped, with a strange expression, and stared at the woman. He had a clear mind and grew up in Xiufang. Insidious, as long as the girls from Xiufang are curious, they will casually talk about it. It's ridiculous that the first wife and concubine in the family think that they are capable, but they never want to be the master of others.

Those eyes were cold and piercing, and one glance directly saw through her shady little thoughts.

The palace maid lowered her head, somewhat panicked: "This servant is guilty."

The Hall of Mental Cultivation has a strict hierarchy. There are big court ladies, second-class court ladies and low-ranking rough envoys under the aunt in charge. The emperor's harem is picky. How can there be a romance?Being the closest to the emperor, it is even more difficult to use it. She has been in the palace for three years, and if she doesn't plan to, she may have to wait until she is old enough to leave the palace and marry an ordinary family to fill in the house.

Who wants to suffer?

Flying on the branches to become a phoenix, the color is not bad, and it is small and gentle.

Which man doesn't care?

It's a pity that there is no shortage of gentle and gentle women in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Xiubai was cold and silent, and walked out staggeringly. Most of his injuries were healed, and the wounds no longer hurt bone-piercingly.After leaving the inner hall, it was still before dawn, the sky was blue, and there was a touch of pale white far away in the sky.The front hall is brightly lit, and there is an osmanthus tree in the yard, which can be seen clearly by the light, with luxuriant branches and leaves, a touch of rich fragrance, and unconsciously, a bright yellow flower blooms on the branches.The palace servants were busy for the emperor, and when they saw him, they pretended not to see him. The emperor hugged him in, and he was still a man. He could neither be a master nor an adult. Who knew when he would fall out of favor?It's better to hide far away, neither to please nor to be domineering by newcomers.

Master Xiu is happy to be at ease.

He has thick hair on top of his head, and his eyes are open. Look, he is all half-bald. It would be nice to have hair, and all the descendants with long hair and no pits are all dragging a long braid like a mouse.

The sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance was so strong that he simply stood under the tree feeling bored, with two swords in his hands.

Falling flowers and dancing in the wind.

Master Xiu always felt that he was carrying a pair of big scissors with black blade and black blade, and the tip of the sword showed a smooth hook.He ran around the rivers and lakes with two big scissors on his back, and killed many brothers behind him.

Want it?

Come and chase me! !

Lord Xiu drew his sword, the sword energy pierced through the air, and a sharp whistling sound startled everyone.

The palace people coming and going couldn't help screaming.

Some of them had seen Lord Xiu draw his sword and cut people like Chinese cabbage, his face was ashen, and he trotted to find the chief manager.Regardless of Master Xiu's disregard, he performed a sword dance, the air was surging, and a set of ape swordsmanship was unfolded. A thin layer of sword energy was blown up, and small pieces of stone foam shot past.

He is Qixiu, and Bing Xin's sword is pointing at the rivers and lakes! !

"Good swordsmanship!!"

A word of admiration.

Turning the tip of the sword, the sword pierced straight through.

"Long Live God!!!"

A bystander yelled.