Xia Ji, with three followers, and the wisdom elder Wang Ha set off from Blue Sky City.

When we arrived at the capital, late autumn had passed and snow was floating in the sky.

As agreed before, the King of Wei has been waiting for this young man who will dominate the Wei Kingdom for at least ten years in the future.

He has always been very accurate in viewing people.

This young man is a good child, and he has Tongxuan’s support behind it.

He had observed this child for a long time, and his belief in Si Wuxie's eyes.

At this time, his five sons were all devastated, and he did not want to leave his power to the family, so he could only choose to let his children be the regent.

And it doesn't sound strange that the Holy Son of the Holy Sect is the Regent, right?

This child was able to agree to him, which was delaying his own practice.

The King of Wei felt guilty.

In the unspeakable bedroom.

The King of Wei, who was at most a doctrine of the mean, retreated from the crowd, and then grabbed Xia Ji's hand tightly. He was on his verge, and the red light was full of his face: "From then, the West Palace will hand over the regent to move in, and everything will be owned by the regent, which is my compensation for you."

There are countless concubines in the West Palace. Although the King of Wei seems young and strong, he is actually over 80 years old. He can only maintain his youthful appearance by relying on magic medicine.

This is normal, after all, Si Wuxie was already ninety-one years old when he died.

However, as an emperor, his desire for women is almost perverted. The King of Wei will choose a girl to enter the palace every now and then, but he does not favor her, so he just put it in the West Palace as a collection.

Now it's all given to Xia Ji.

"We, Wei and Yan, are actually just fighting in the Northern Region. Among the three kingdoms of the Northern Region, Zhao State is extremely strong, and this Zhao State does not establish diplomatic relations with our two countries...

What he wants is that he doesn't want the bandits in the north to harass their rear."

Xia Ji's expression remained unchanged. He had known that the world was extremely vast.

Afterwards, the King of Wei explained a lot of things in pieces, and then he was tired of letting Xia Ji prepare for the ceremony.

Afterwards, the three dukes and the masters of the major valves lined up one by one, and the King of Wei each had a separate conversation.

After completing the orphan entrustment.

The King of Wei put on the dragon robe again, and then cooperated with Xia Ji to complete the regency ceremony. Then, when he lay down again, he closed his eyes.

His wish is done.

There seems to be little difference between the death of an emperor and the death of a civilian, and it is always empty.

The whole country mourns.

In heavy snow.

Xia Ji came to the West Palace, and the concubine and the beautiful girl were waiting for the regent with complex emotions.

Some shame and some expectations.

But nothing happened.

Xia Ji gave each person a lot of money to let them all leave the palace. As for those who were unwilling to leave, they could still stay, but Xia Ji directly planted a Qi of life and death for them.

Standing at the top of the palace wall, the snow fell like the sea, the chilling cicadas stepped on the cold black stone stairs, hurried with a letter, standing five steps away from Xia Ji, lowered his head and said respectfully: "The Lord, there is a strange letter to you."

Xia Ji took it and took it apart casually. There were no words on the letter, but just drew a picture.

This painting can be described as a soul painting.

It is vaguely possible to distinguish a man and a woman walking on the flower path, and the clouds above her head show the posture of a dragon and a phoenix.

Xia Ji smiled a little.

There is nothing else, it is really the soul painter that is too speechless, it is simply a sand sculpture painting method.

Han Chan was very curious. There were not many things that could make the Lord laugh suddenly, at least she had never seen them.

But Xia Ji had already put the paper in his arms, and waved his hand: "Hanchan, let me see how your Baiyi practices."

The short-haired girl said solemnly: "Master, the Han Cicada has offended you."

Xia Ji was away from the palace wall and took a few steps back.

The cicada fought far away, and with his right hand, he pushed the long sword slanted behind him, making the sword and body appear cross. Then he shouted loudly, and the sword came out and the snowflakes stopped.

But Xia Ji just stretched out his right hand with two fingers.

Block, poke, hold, thorn.

The sound of collision continued, and the chirping cicada was like a female lion, trying hard to solve all her strength, and a hundred styles were integrated into one. This move was extremely exquisite.

But the Regent just closed his eyes and did not move, and his two fingers blocked all her attacks.

Under the heavy snow covered with red clouds.

The girl slashed wildly.

The Regent stood like an island, and his python robe flew.

Outside the palace wall were guards who were still holding swords on duty, and on a guide bridge were the concubines who had just left.

The red umbrella and the green umbrella are like small boats floating in the sea of ​​snow.

As the thousand boats passed, the West Palace became more and more deserted.

...

Three days later.

These hundreds of palaces in the West Palace are already empty.

After Xia Ji finished his business, he lay on the top of the highest palace in the West Palace, with the best and most expensive wine placed on the glazed tiles.

The north has entered the time when the mountains are covered with heavy snow, so the sky is almost not as clear as possible.

At this time, it was still white.

The Regent, wearing the Nine Python Python Robe, leisurely raised his legs and leaned against the black ridge. He felt like there was an invisible air cover around him, and heavy snow would automatically slide away three meters away.

Xia Ji held a book in his hand.

This book is one of the most precious books of the King of Wei: the remarks version of "Caotang Notes".

There are many strange stories recorded on it, as well as notes about Ji Jing's almost crazy graffiti when he was old.

The notes became more and more urgent. At first, they were still stroked and stroked, and they were quite generous. After ten pages, they started to write in a simplified manner. After twenty pages, they were like ghost drawing talismans. After thirty pages, Ji Jing seemed to be writing while running for his life. There was no longer any shape of characters, and the understanding was entirely up to guess.

Most of the story happened in small towns on the border with Wei or in the countryside, and some in the northern border. Xia Ji closed his eyes and passed the place names in his mind for a moment, and then strung them into lines on the map.

These lines actually showed a circle surrounding the capital!

This is exactly in line with what he knows.

"It's really a disaster."

Xia Ji sighed softly and drank a sip of wine.

This "Caotang Notes" records a collection of curses and murders, which can be said to have opened Xia Ji's horizons. Unfortunately, such a book is regarded as a strange story book everywhere at most, and not many people pay attention to it.

The information noted is very precious, and a few words describe Ji Jing's discovery.

Xia Ji almost confirmed that Ji Jing must have been to "their world", but he escaped and was eventually tortured and killed miserably.

...

Not long after.

The fetus in Hua Fei's womb was born.

It's an extremely ugly deformed child.

Concubine Hua was almost frightened and collapsed.

The concubine of the former emperor was completely indifferent to the emperor, so she hurriedly invited the Regent to discuss.

Xia Ji's eyes swept over the fetus. His head was extremely large, his eyes were sunken, and he didn't cry or make a fuss. What's even more strange was that his tail vertebrae was bulging out of his body, as if a small tail had some fish scales passing through his body.

This is simply an alien.

Xia Ji frowned, waved his hand, and drove the already scared midwife, maid and others to the yard, and then asked Han Chan to guard the main entrance, so that no one was allowed to enter and exit without information.

After doing the "information isolation" action, Xia Ji sat on the bed. In his eyes, this gorgeous concubine was now radiating with disheveled hair, and her eyes were filled with panic.

Hua Fei looked at the Regent, swept away the monster fetus in the cradle, and suddenly said, "Prince, either... or we change the baby, just kill all these insiders."

Hua Fei's voice trembled, "This child can't be the emperor at all. If he is pushed to the dragon throne, everyone in the world will regard him as a monster, and no one will recognize him. This is the real killing him and destroying him.

Now we just need to hide him quietly and find another baby to cultivate him into an emperor...

This is known to heaven and earth, you know to me, and no third person knows it!”

Concubine Hua deserves to be a concubine who has advanced through palace fighting. She instantly clarified her ideas and gave countermeasures.

Xia Ji had no better way, "First care for three months first, and then look at the situation. Maybe it's just a strange disease?"

Let's talk, the Regent turned around and was about to leave. Suddenly he paused, as if he had noticed something. He bent down and took out a black stone from under the bed under the strange gaze of Concubine Hua.
To be continued...