I, Zhu Qizhen, am not called the Son of Heaven!

Qianqing Palace, Yangxin Temple.

Zhu Qizhen leaned on the dragon bed, looking at a god and demon novel called Journey to the West, written by Shi Nai-an.

Historically, this was only at the end of the Ming Dynasty.

However, this is not a historical Daming, but a Daming of the comprehensive martial arts world.

Not only is martial arts prosperous, there are martial arts masters such as Zhang Sanfeng and Di Shitian, but the culture is also prosperous.

The four famous works of the previous life all bloomed at the same time in this era, in addition, novels such as Liaozhai Zhiyi, Sui and Tang Romance and so on, are very popular and best-selling.

In teahouses, storytellers can often be heard.

And in the folk, opera has already appeared.

It can be said that the prosperity of this family culture is close to the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty.

Just when Zhu Qizhen saw Sun Wukong's three dozen white bone essences, Wei Zhongxian entered the Yangxin Hall and said with his hands: "Your Majesty, Concubine Xiangniang is outside the palace. "

"Let Murong Xian come in. "

Zhu Qizhen said lightly, putting the Journey to the West on the dragon case.

Murong Xian came in the style, step by step, and entered the Nourishing Heart Hall.

Zhu Qizhen's eyes couldn't help but light up.

Obviously, Murong Xian had been carefully dressed, and the clothes he was wearing were also brocade light yarn.

Murong Xian entered the Nourishing Heart Hall, and she finally saw the young man who had her heart in her heart again, and for more than a month, her thoughts about him were like spring rain, continuously.

At this time, seeing him again, for a while, Murong Xian, an innocent woman, had some tears flickering in her autumn-like eyes.

"Your Majesty, I haven't seen you for many days, I... I miss you so much. "

Wei Zhongxian beckoned, and he withdrew from the Yangxin Hall with all the palace eunuchs.

Murong Xian walked to Zhu Qizhen's side and owed himself a blessing.

"Your Majesty, the concubines have not yet danced for Your Majesty, Your Majesty, let the concubines be Your Majesty, dance a song. "

"I'm looking forward to your song and dance. "

Zhu Qizhen looked at Murong Xian and smiled gently.

Murong Xian walked in, and he suddenly found that tonight Rong Xian looked at his gaze, his eyes were spring, tender as water, and there was an inexplicable charm, which made people's hearts throb.

"Has Your Majesty ever heard of a noble concubine drunk?"

The concubine was drunk?

Zhu Qizhen shook his head gently, in his previous life, he had heard of the noble concubine drunk, but it was just a yellow plum play, and he never thought that now it was actually a song and dance.

"That concubine, I will offer a song to Your Majesty to be drunk by a noble concubine. "

After saying that, Murong Xian took two steps back and danced.

I saw her feet on the ground, like a spring swallow skimming over the branches, like a dragonfly in a pond flying by and gently tapping the surface of the water, dexterous and light, graceful.

Her singing voice is ethereal, gentle and long, as if it is a natural sound.

The song is full of longing.

"The soul is broken, love and hate are in an instant, raise a glass to the moon like the sky, love and hate are busy, ask when the jun will love; the chrysanthemum platform reflects the bright moon, who knows that my love is cold in the heart, drunk in the arms of the king, dreaming of returning to the Great Tang Love; Your Majesty, have another cup." "

The concubine is drunk, this song tells the story of Tang Minghuang and Yang Yuhuan.

When Yang Guifei heard that Emperor Tang Ming was visiting Concubine Jiang, she was annoyed and wanted to die. In addition to the resentment in the purdah, Yang Guifei gave birth to thousands of feelings, and it was difficult to dispel for a while, and she was drunk with wine, and she was drunk in three cups.

Murong Xian was in the Nourishing Heart Hall, dancing and coming.

She turned her head to look at Zhu Qizhen from time to time, and tenderness flowed in her eyes.

"Born beautiful and difficult to give up, once chose the side of the king. Looking back and smiling, the sixth house pink has no color. "

Zhu Qizhen dared to assert that this poem describing Yang Guifei's closed moon and shameful flowers was placed on Murong Xian's body, and decided that it would not be worse than the legendary Yang Yuhuan!

For a time, Zhu Qizhen was deeply attracted by Murong Xian's song and dance.

He never expected that Murong Xian's song and dance would be so elegant and beautiful.

I have to say that ancient service and dressing, for women, whether in appearance or temperament, are a great plus.

I saw her with a light gauze and long sleeves, which was simply breathtaking and made people linger.

No wonder there have been so many kings in history who have been misled by women.

Just this pitiful, beautiful and moving appearance, who can withstand it?...... Of course, Cao Zhengchun is except.

"The soul is broken, love and hate are in an instant, toast to the moon like the sky, love and hate are busy, ask when the jun loves; the chrysanthemum platform reflects the bright moon, who knows that my love is cold in the heart, drunk in the arms of the king, dreaming of returning to the love of the Great Tang..."

"Your Majesty, have another drink. "

Murong Xian finished singing and dancing and sent a bottle of wine to Zhu Qizhen.

Then, gently snuggled on Zhu Qizhen's body, saw the tenderness in her eyes, and whispered softly in Zhu Qizhen's ear: "Your Majesty, let the concubines serve you to rest." "

Murong Xian took off the hook, and the bead curtain of the dragon bed fell.

At the moment of the Spring Festival, the gold did not change, and the dragon collapsed, although Zhu Qizhen was the emperor, he had to let a little woman do whatever she wanted, and let her perform eighteen martial arts...

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