The morning dynasty is over.

A bunch of memorials were brought back to the Imperial Study Room.

At this time, the future emperor still looked like a freak:

The big head, the eyes are deep, and there is no crying or making a fuss. The tail vertebrae is protruding like a small tail, and the body is covered with some disgusting scales.

This was cursed by the "Ghost Square Stone", and the mutated baby was named Wei Zhang, who was imprisoned by his biological mother.

No one can get close to him except a wet nurse.

Not only that, the wet nurse could not leave the palace and the courtyard, and all the food was delivered to her.

The orders received by the guards were to "strictly pay attention, and unless there was a handwritten order from Hua Concubine or the Regent, everyone was prohibited from entering and leaving."

Therefore, this palace that raises the future emperor has become a mysterious forbidden area and a privacy that no one in the palace can reach.

Xia Ji was the lord of the West Palace, the regent, and the current supreme ruler of the Wei Kingdom in name.

And Concubine Hua is the master of the Eastern Palace. She holds many secret agreements left by the King of Wei and the major families.

...

Two red candles.

In the candlelight, the Regent in the python robe was devoted to it, lifting the pen and drawing the memorials one by one.

Sometimes he frowned and pondered, sometimes he wrote and commented.

Everything is about experience, is this another benefit of being a regent?

The night is quiet.

The sound of footsteps came from outside the yard, from near to far, and soon the knock on the door was also heard.

Xia Ji then raised his head.

Tonight, there is no snow and the moon is bright.

A rare sunny day.

In the gap between the window edges.

The moon faintly passed through the sky, and it was midnight.

The knock on the door slowly rang again.

"Come in." The Regent put down his pen, and the dark shadow fell.

A creaking sound.

The door opens.

As the cold wind pounced in, there was also a scent that made the index finger tremble.

Xiao Yuanwu was holding a tray, and there was a bowl of thin noodles on it.

On a cold winter night, emitting heat is enough to make people greedy.

The little lady said, "I'm afraid you'll be hungry late at night."

She put the bowl of noodles in the empty space of her desk and asked, "Are you still not sleeping?"

Xia Ji was hungry too.

It's really strange.

After all, he was hungry, so his fiancée sent her dough.

Or is it because the noodles she was so fragrant that she smelled so hungry?

No matter so much.

He held the bowl in both hands.

A warm feeling came from the palm of your hand. In this biting cold winter day, the warmth could warm the heart.

Take a sip of noodle soup and eat a chopstick noodles.

The little lady held her cheek and sat in the dim light, watching him quietly.

The picture is like a freeze.

In the imperial study room at midnight, neither of them spoke tacitly.

In fact, it is like this.

If you are familiar enough, why do you need to exchange greetings to warm up the scene?

Although the two of them hadn't reached that level, they had a strange atmosphere.

Very comfortable and free.

"Hehe..." Xia Ji ate all the noodles and drank the noodle soup. The portion was just right. He couldn't help but breathe, which was very comfortable.

Xiao Yuanwu got up and picked up the empty bowls and chopsticks, put them back on the tray, and said gently: "Go to rest early."

After saying that, she turned around and left, as if she had to wait until midnight to make a bowl of noodles.

And at this time...

Ning Meng is really having nightmares.

In the dream, the vixen snatched away her beloved Xia Ji. She flew to the sky in a red fairy dress, but she couldn't catch up with her.

That feeling of despair was so uncomfortable.

In a dream.

Two lines of clear tears actually flowed down.

It's so uncomfortable.

She was as if she was bound in a spider web, with thousands of threads tangling around her, the more she struggled, the more uncomfortable she felt.

But if you want to cut it off, how can you give up?

She became less like herself, but she still couldn't get what she wanted.

...

After midnight, most of the memorials were reviewed.

Xia Ji closed his eyes and thought for a moment, and suddenly his mind moved, and he had a crazy idea about cultivation.

Take action when you think about it.

The Regent left the imperial study room and came alone to the cold palace at the corner of the West Palace. This place had become his place to practice.

Take off the python robe and put on the strong clothes.

With his right hand stretched out, the blood under the skin suddenly boiled, and the heat even rushed out of the pores, forming a strange blood mist. The blood mist had just ejected out and then converged into his arms. The scene was quite spectacular.

And every time such repetition makes Xia Ji feel a temporary overall enhancement.

This is the function of the Blood Cooking Demonic Art.

But Xia Ji did not test the power of this technique.

The holy bone opened and the mysterious energy was introduced. The second finger bone on the index finger of the right hand entered a wonderful and extremely slow change.

The end point of this change is to transform into a holy bone.

But Xia Ji tried before that it would take at least one year to form the second holy bone, which was still the case when he was concentrating on practicing "Holy Icon".

At this moment, he felt that he wanted to use the Blood-Cooking Demon Art to try whether it could speed up the process.

Bi's bones are bathed in the blood.

Cooking blood should have some impact.

The boiling blood slowly formed a mysterious connection with the mysterious energy extradited into the second finger bone.

Xia Ji's eyes lit up suddenly: "Effective!"

He felt the acceleration of the sanctification of the second section of the phalanx.

Continue this process with patience.

The acceleration is getting faster.

This is not a constant speed.

It's an acceleration.

"The Blood-Cooking Demonic Art can really greatly promote the practice of the Holy Icon Art!"

Xia Ji really got a surprise. He had only a whim flashed through his heart, but he didn't expect it to be true.

It seems that there is a connection between the mysterious skills.

Perhaps, some complement each other.

Some are mutual restraint. Once you practice this subject, you cannot practice that subject.
To be continued...