The Sword Dynasty

All the defenders will be silent and no longer speak.

Everyone in the world knows that Zheng Shou is the most powerful hostess of the Daqin Dynasty. It can even be said that it is the real principal of Changling at the moment, because everyone knows that Yuan Wu has been practicing in retreat after most of his time. All political affairs are handled by two phases and Zheng sleeves.

However, for Zheng Shou, all Qin people's attitudes are very subtle.

Her cold governance of the entire Daqin dynasty made the Daqin dynasty orderly and powerful in these years, but her coldness always caused a lot of unhappiness, just like her previous attitude towards Mocheng.

The more important reason is that she always has the brand of that person. Fff, ¢.※√.⌒

In the view of these defenders, even if she eventually betrayed the man and chose Yuanwu, she was a woman of that person after all. For many years, the loyalty of their loyalty chose to be forgotten and erased, but some of her doing Things are constantly reminding people of that.

The meaning of the Holy Spirit is unpredictable.

However, for those who do not like Zheng sleeves, they are also very clear that the power of the Daqin dynasty is because of the intimacy between the Holy and the Queen, the cultivation of the Holy Spirit is strong and the Queen's governance is unparalleled.

For the entire Daqin Dynasty, the most important thing is the attitude and thoughts of the saints on these practices.

"Shen Xuan?... What is the penalty?"

In the majestic and secluded palace, the Emperor Yuanwu, dressed in a cloth, sat on the couch. He looked at the paperwork in front of him indifferently, shook his head peacefully, and closed his eyes.

Closing the eyes is the beginning of a new round of practice.

The meaning of expression is not to see and turn a blind eye.

For everything that Zheng Shou has done, he is still the same as before, letting Zheng sleeves indulge and turn a blind eye.

......

The palace is very quiet.

However, the people walking inside looked at the quiet room used by the emperor's practice, looked at the two-phase cabinet, and looked at the position of the Queen's study in the harem. They were very shocked.

They all feel that something big is about to happen.

However, nothing happened, and everything was as calm as ever.

The table and chairs that the Queen sat on moved forward, closer to the mysterious patio, and the white aura of spirits.

All the lotus petals in Lingquan have been withered, and a firm lotus is formed. The lingering white aura seems to be gathering towards the lotus in the lotus.

Each of the immature lotus seeds is like a single practitioner, revealing an unspeakable aura.

The perfect face of the Queen exudes a porcelain-like luster. Her eyes seem to calmly cast in the blurred light of the shuttle in the courtyard, but in the world of perception, it is a stormy wave.

Her perception has reached a starry sky that cannot be reached on weekdays.

The sword that came out of Zhao Jian, but forced by her, passed through the thinnest air zone at this moment, just like the real escape from the world, such as turning into a star, slowly moving through the silence. Starry sky.

Her senses entangled the sword, trying to make the sword accept the tempering of the spark that she could not touch.

This is a new exploration for her and a great adventure.

The little sword carrying her will is like a small boat in the ocean, and there is danger of overturning at any time.

Every new star fire falls on this little sword. The vitality of the small sword is burned with a smoldering smoke, and the sword body trembles fiercely. The painful meaning is naturally transmitted back to her perception world. In her body.

This sword of Zhao Si’s life sword, after her day and night tempering, almost became her life sword.

The pain of the sword is the real pain.

However, she did not feel the pain at all, because a huge pleasure always filled her whole body and the whole spiritual world.

When every element of the sword is burned, it seems that it is in jeopardy, and there is a starlight that is gathered by her will from all directions and injected into this little sword.

These stars are turned into vitality, and they are integrated into the sparks that remain on this little sword. The real deposit is in this little sword.

The surface of the little sword, occasionally with debris, falls like a dragonfly, but the whole sword does not shrink.

This little sword seems to be reborn from the inside out.

At this time, she also felt that she was a new student.

She is a beautiful girl, but when she came out of Jiaodong County, she met the man. No matter how good, she could not pass the man.

When the man disappears, Yuan Wu will pass through the eight borders.

Whether it was before or now, she took the brand of the person or Yuan Wu, and she was always in the shadow of the two.

Now Zhao Jian furnace is enough to withstand the will of her will and the sword of the Spark, and she has to continue to bring her into the new world, her state of mind, which is as free as the first day when she entered Changling.

When the little sword broke through her original end of perception, the surface layer peeled off like a scorpion, and when she was ushered in a new life, Shen Xuanzhen, wearing a new official uniform, slowly walked out from the cold palace.

His official uniform is the deep purple that Changling did not have before, and the ornament on the shirt is twisted like a chain.

The fleshy wounds on his body have been crusted, but the skin is still uneven, and the depth is different, just like there are many dead vines under the skin.

The newborn's flesh and blood is still irritating, but breathing fresh air, Shen Xuan is inexplicably laughing.

He also ushered in his new life.

......

Yan Shangdu.

A rebellion initiated by a foreign king has been completely settled.

Many of the troops from outside counties have begun to evacuate, and the people have begun to regain their livelihoods. This kind of hurricane has seen too many people in Shangdu, as long as they are not in their own small courtyard, then the big things are just I talked about the tea after dinner.

There are several of the most serious streets that have been destroyed in battle, and the bodies are still being cleared.

A general in bronze armor sat down on the collapsed courtyard wall, watching the corpses that were constantly being cleaned up and following his own subordinates. The bitterness and helplessness in his eyes became more and more intense.

Not far from there are a number of patrolling palace garrisons, looking at this burly-looking general, the eyes are full of envy and awe.

This general is the famous general of the Great Yan Dynasty, Fan Yu abandoned, Yan Yanjun general.

The fear of nature stems from the strength that Fan Yu abandoned in the rebellion, but the envy is that... this rebellion has killed many generals who are above this general. This general is like a natural pull. The order must be the first big man to reorganize the military.

One of the people who wants to become a king of Feng Hou will need some amazing encounters.

However, for Fan Yucai, he is extremely clear that he can finally sit here alive, one from the warriors who are not afraid of death, and the other because of the battlefield. There are just a few strong foreigners.

The general raised his hand, a face was cold, but the depths of his eyes were full of grief and look down to his side.

"Handed over to the foreigner named Wang Taixu."

He took out a soldier's symbol and handed it to the men. He slowly said: "Tell him that I owe him."