It has been nearly three years since Qingji returned to the Palace of Wu as a king. During these three years, Qingji, who is the King of Wu, has lived a life that is almost replicated every day.

Perhaps becoming a king is the dream of more than 99% of the people in this world, but for Qingji, he has really regarded this throne very dull.

People should have a hope in life. Those who lose this hope are destined not to live well, and even have no desire to live.

Qingji had no intention of seeking death, although he had no choice but to live or die.

In this world, there are only three people who know that Qingji's life limit will not be too high, one is himself, and the other two are Hua Chen and Shao Zheng.

At the beginning, Qing Ji made Hua Chen the prince of Wu, and what he wanted was to repay Hua Chen who saved him from danger several times. Besides, he did not want the future of Wu to fall into the hands of those who had no talent and virtue.

Qingji and Hua Chen had a bet agreement at the beginning. If Qingji could leave behind children before the end of his fate, Hua Chen would be demoted to the status of Uncle Wang to assist in the administration, assist the young prince in growing up and controlling the Wu Kingdom; if Qingji still had no children before his death, then the throne would be inherited naturally by Hua Chen.

Over the years, several groups of concubines in the Palace of King Wu have also entered, but none of them can make any improvement after being favored by Jun Xiang. Sometimes Hua Chen and Qingji will also talk about this. Although there is no fault in the "hardware facilities" but they cannot get qualified products, it can only be a problem in the "software".

But to be honest, Huachen almost has some knowledge in all medical fields, well, except for the infertility major.

Qingji himself is not in a hurry to have no children. For him, his physical condition is already very poor. The unknown toxin can only be suppressed by the remaining Ganoderma lucidum medicinal power. He is like this. So what if he has a child? What should he do if he is weak and sick or even inherits the toxins in his body?

If it is a pity to the ancestors and ancestors that cannot continue the bloodline for the royal family of Wu, then letting a child with great instability inherit the position of King Wu is irresponsible to the people of the whole country.

Qingji is still very satisfied with the current situation. As the only prince who grew up to adulthood, before Ji Liao had an accident, Qingji hardly felt what the feelings between brothers felt. Now he has experienced it in Hua Chen and even Shaozheng.

It is a complex emotion that includes the sincerity between a wise king and loyalty, the care between relatives, the sharing of life and death between confidants, etc. In this emotion, Qingji gained a lot, and he was also willing to give more.

If nothing unexpected happens, Qingji can think of the scene where Hua Chen succeeds to the throne and Shao Zheng is assisting the government one day in the future. Everything he does now is to erase the word "accident" within his ability.

At midnight, Qingji did not go to the concubine's bedroom as usual to rest, but sat alone in Hanguang's palace, leaving the palace servants unmoved after several persuasions.

In the huge Hanguang Hall, under the dim candlelight, Qingji's figure standing in the center of the hall was stretched out so long that he had a majesty.

A gust of wind blew, and dozens or hundreds of candles in Hanguang Hall were shaking involuntarily, and a few of them even went out because they were really unable to resist the attack.

For a moment, the already dim hall became even more blurry.

The curtains hanging on both sides of the hall swung back and forth regularly with the evening breeze, and even the few copper bells hooked to the corners of the curtain ringed constantly...

Whoosh~ As a cold light flashed, a short sword hung in the air, and a few drops of blood dripped from the tip of the sword. As the first drop of blood fell to the ground, a numb body fell to the ground, but it was held up for a moment after it landed without making a sound.

The gate of Hanguang Hall was pushed open. Looking out the gate, more than a dozen corpses fell across the stone steps outside the hall. They were the guards and palace people on duty in Hanguang Hall tonight.

In three or two breaths, the eight ghost-like figures moved from the entrance of the hall to Qingji. The leader even raised the short sword to a place less than three inches away from Qingji's neck. Just move forward a little more and exert a little force, the State of Wu will be able to hold a national funeral in the near future.

In fact, it is not a question for the person holding the sword to make trouble. He is not decisive enough. The sword body is really blocked and he can no longer push the tip of the sword forward half an inch.

Bang! Two swords, one long and one short, suddenly separated after a brief contact. With enough force and speed, the stars and sparks were particularly dazzling on the hall.

The sword part, and the figures that appeared from somewhere in the six paths blocked Qing Ji. The six people were all wearing black clothes, holding long swords in their hands, like swordsmen wandering around the world. The head man's face was slightly solemn. He caught the sword that stabbed Qing Ji just now.

"Your Majesty, please retreat one after another, and leave it to us."

"Xuan He, look at your appearance, these people on the other side are also somewhat powerful, right?" Qing Ji did not show any timidity because of the situation in front of him. He said in a relaxed tone: "You young master always said that Tiancan can get to an army with one group. I don't believe it. How do you prove it to me?"

The young man named Xuan He licked his lips like bloodthirsty and said with a smile: "Abide by the king's order."

Qingji didn't say anything more when he heard this, walked back and sat down in front of the throne, looking down at the fourteen people above the hall.

Xuan He raised the long sword in his hand slightly and said to the people around him: "Brothers, have you heard the words of the king? We cannot lose face to the young master. Refuting the young master's face is refuting the instructor's face. Do you understand?"

"Okay, Brother He, start early and finish it early, so that the king can't think we're stingy."

"Yes, Brother He."

"Yes, Brother He."

Xuan He and his other people's voices were not low, and the eight people on the other side could hear clearly, but there was no slight fluctuation in their eyes exposed on their masks, like a machine.

The young man beside Xuan He clasped Xuan He and smiled, "Look, Brother He, your trick is not easy to use."

"Yes, it's not easy to use," Xuan He also smiled and said, "Then let's do it with real swords and guns. Just say that, in front of the king, who would embarrass the young master and the instructor? You are not allowed to eat for three days when you go back, and the training will continue. Do you understand?"

"I understand!" As everyone finished speaking, the team of six people instantly divided into two groups. The four people led by Xuan He rushed towards the eight people who had never said a word from beginning to end, and the remaining two quickly flashed to Qingji and surrounded him in the middle.

Xuan He and the other six are all members of the Tiancan Group. They are young and frivolous; they hold the killing sword in their hands, and they look down on the world. But equally, they know what their responsibilities are, so no matter what, Qingji's safety is the first priority.

Between the collision of swords and swords, twelve figures split and merged, and for a moment they were a little difficult to resolve...

In the young master's mansion, the house is more peaceful with the loneliness of midnight. The newly-breeding branches of willows rustled under the evening breeze. As the only sound in this tranquility, it is graceful and beautiful.

Sand~sand~sand~sand~

The sound of the friction of leaves suddenly increased a lot, as if expressing dissatisfaction with the deprivation of his identity as the only "singer".

However, this dissatisfaction has no effect. Although the "competitor" has a very low voice, it is indeed a trend of scattering the main players.

On the tall wall of the Prince's Mansion, eight figures ran like monkeys. In a few jumps, they passed the outer courtyard and all the guards on the night, and appeared in the inner courtyard of the Prince's Mansion like divine weapons descending from the sky.

Just as the eight people were about to take further action, a crossbow arrow wrapped in a strong wind blocked their way.

After detecting it, the person who shot the crossbow arrow quickly reached out and caught the crossbow arrow, and then used force to fold the crossbow arrow into two halves.

"Oh! Brother, your hands are quite strong." Ji Hongjun, holding a long sword, appeared in front of the eight people, and behind Ji Hongjun were four members of the Tiancan group except Luo Mubai's accident.

For Ji Hongjun, the inner courtyard of the Gongzi Mansion is a place where their instructors rest. No matter what kind of cats and dogs he is, he cannot enter at will. So he immediately blocked these "cats and dogs" on the edge of the inner courtyard.

Unlike the eight people in the palace, the eight people who came to the Prince's Mansion seemed to talk more. The man in black who held a broken crossbow arrow in his hand said lightly: "I'm too much. In fact, I can not only break crossbow arrows, but also break you."

After saying that, as the broken crossbow arrow landed, eight invaders attacked Ji Hongjun and others.

Well, not only did they talk a little more, but they even had much more movements than the eight people in the palace - they did it if they had a disagreement.

Seeing this, Ji Hongjun and others were not vague. As they moved, they drew their swords and met them.

Although it is five to eight, it is impossible to be cowardly, and it is impossible for a lifetime. Wang Jingze, no, Ji Hongjun will not be cowardly even if he dies.

The fight on the edge of the inner courtyard soon attracted the attention of the night guards in the mansion. Dozens of guards quickly surrounded him, but when they saw the "battlefield" surrounded by them, no one took a step and wanted to go.

It’s not that they dare not, but that they can’t see clearly which ones in the battle circle are their own...
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