Leng Xiaobai glanced at the slightly angry face in front of him, walked around the other side, like a bed. After only a while, the bed that had just been warm, was already cold and windy.

"You usually sleep here by yourself? It's so hard. It's better to have your own home. At least you don't have to worry about going out, and the bed will become so cold after you come back."

"You must not worry at home. My two wives are always warm in bed. I don't want to go back every night. This is why I can get up so early."

"Don't think I don't know you have four wives. If you don't find someone to warm up the bed, would you let them come by yourself? I remember you said it yourself, and you don't let the people in the harem come to the front. If you say something, who dares to say no?"

"That's true, it's just that I haven't been there for so many years. Wouldn't it make many people think more about it?"

"If you don't go, many people will think more about it. What other people say about their own family affairs is their own business. Could it be that if they say you can't do it, you really can't do it? Of course, this is just a casual example."

Leng Xiaobai put on his clothes, walked to the stove, hunched over, and sat on the futon beside him. He looked at Xia Tianzi who was still dozing off the bed, and was already very tired.

"You are so busy every day, you should go to bed early instead of staying up late here like me. Staying up late is always done by us young people who are ignorant. You are already old and take care of your health."

Staying up late is not a privilege for young people. Before that, Xia Tianzi stayed up late every day, just like the emperors of all dynasties, the memorials from many places and officials. Those who wrote the memorials were like tirelessly writing. In order to make Xia Tianzi take a look at it carefully or save some effort, they practiced their handwriting very well, at least they didn't seem to have to work hard.

Staying up late is just a subjective consciousness. Those who have to stay up late because of some things have various reasons for forced execution, or a reason to convince them. After all, staying up late is just to show off with their own lives. Who would be disgusted with long life?

"Being an emperor is not that simple, but the temptation of doing this is very great. At least no one can be there, and no one dares to shout at you. Even those who have a desire to rebel must weigh their own weight."

Xia Tianzi was not wearing very thick clothes, but very warm clothes. Sitting opposite Leng Xiaobai, there were red fire on both of them, Leng Xiaobai's tender face, and Xia Tianzi's slightly vicissitudes of face, looked very beautiful.

"It's true that there isn't, but many things are insincere and cannot be in love with you."

Leng Xiaobai thought that the old beggar once described the emperor's life, which was a position that was to be watched. Once something went wrong, someone would always be "very brave" to find the difference.

"You may have heard too many stories. Some things need to be seen with your own eyes, the rivers and mountains outside, the flowers and plants outside, and the sick trees outside. What others say in the book is mixed with your own opinions. Only the world you see with your own eyes is the real world."

"The real world? That should be what you need to see, right? I am just a prodigal son in the martial arts world. I am trapped here by you as the name of the Shaoqing of the Honglu Temple. After a while, I will still leave here. As you said, the world is very big. I want to see the charm of Yangzhou, the waters of Jiangnan, the way of heaven in Shushan, and the spring breeze at Yumen Pass."

Leng Xiaobai had a lot of things to see, which were what the old beggar once told him, and he wanted to see it himself, because there were his beautiful childhood aspirations and his longing forever.

Perhaps there will be storms and rain on the road, and there will be wind and sand. Jackals, tigers and leopards are just meeting themselves, they have minions and swords.

"It is not as simple as it seems, nor as difficult as imagined. The Concubine De in the harem is from Jiangnan, Concubine Shu is from Yangzhou, Concubine Xian is from Kyoto, Concubine Gui is from Youzhou, I have seen all over the country and the customs and customs in many places..."

Xia Tianzi's words were interrupted, and no one dared to interrupt him for a long time. In addition to the father of Daming Palace, the person in front of him had interrupted him more than once this day.

"You have never seen the Iron Fortress in the wind and snow in the north, you have never seen the Ningcheng town in Bingzhou, you have never seen the Gilness in the wind and sand, you have never seen the water in Jiangnan that can not only grow rice, but also drown people..."

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Xia Tianzi had seen someone speak, but the word "death" was not separated from the word "六文". However, General Xia Huai of Yongzhou and General Xiahou of Jingzhou did not have a single word that was related to life and death, so few people were willing to talk to them.

"I think you should change your way of speaking. It is easy for you to have problems with your words like this."

"What happened? Could someone suddenly rushed out and killed me? No matter how bad the public security problem in Kyoto is, this situation cannot happen. Even if it happens, I have the identity of Shaoqing of the Honglu Temple and the title of Supervisor of the Konglin Biyuan. Don't you still want to give me the title of Marquis of An Ding? I think no one is so bold."

"That's right, it's just that when you go out, there are always some things that are unreasonable and unexpected. You have to have a way to deal with them, especially since there are no longer two people around you, but now there are three people."

Yes, after the matter between Xia Xue was settled, it was no longer two people.

"It's not just three people, my whole family's lives must be without threats, or someone threatens them, so I can't sleep soundly, so I have a sword."

Xia Tianzi did not see a sword that Leng Xiaobai drew from somewhere. Under the fire of the fire, it was no longer fiery red, but instead a somewhat dazzling cold light appeared.

The cold light of the Zhanlu sword will not hurt the eyes, but the moment it is pulled out, it will make people feel bright. That amazing feeling will not make people feel uncomfortable, especially the sword at this time has its own master.

"Zhanlu Sword? It is worthy of being the best sword of the benevolent in the world. I just don't know if your kung fu can control this sword?"

Xia Tianzi asked a little abruptly. A person’s skill is used to save his life or protect others. How can such a treasure be known to others?

"It is not a skill to control a sword. What he needs is a person's heart. The so-called sword heart is pure. I can like a person and give the same feelings for a sword, but..."

Leng Xiaobai didn't just say this. Zhan Lu Jian was placed beside him and fell to the ground. A shadow behind him walked out and looked at Leng Xiaobai lying on the ground, his sword.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!