May of the 18th year of Fengyuan is the season when pomegranate flowers are in full bloom.

Next to a tomb thousands of miles away in the suburbs of Beijing, there are three thatched huts. Although the houses are simple, bamboos and trees are planted in front of the yard, and there are pine and cypress smoke in the distance. The gurgling water makes the sound of startled deer touching the stones.

In front of the house, there is an afterimage of a person dancing with a sword, and the courtyard is filled with falling leaves and flowers.

He is a handsome man, eighteen years old, with a handsome appearance. His hair is half tied up, and his black hair is like thick ink splashing. The sword is a good sword, with a cold glow and dark gold plating. It should kill thousands of enemies.

, but the reality dare not be revealed to others.

With one move, the wind blows and the remaining clouds lift up the flowers and leaves all over the ground; with another move, the moon moves and the wind destroys the flowers and leaves, twisting them into pieces and scattering them between the sky and the earth.

How is this different from an ordinary sword?!

She swung her sword angrily, causing a rumble and flying dust all around. Even the fence of the courtyard was not spared. It has been two years! She still didn't understand it, nor could she study its magical power. None of the generals in the mansion knew about it.

The origin of.

Uncle Ji is an old man next to his father, and he has heard a little about the Taikoo Sword, saying that it is a magic sword forged by the ancestor of the Beiyue clan to suppress demons and eliminate demons.

This ancestor was a great witch with great supernatural powers. He collected two rays of sun and one earth fire and combined them with the essence of the original god to create a sword. The Divine Sword! As the name suggests, it is used by gods and can be worshiped as an offering.

Okay, no one’s business.

It is full of mythology, but illusory, and can only be admired by future generations. As for how to use it, let alone Ji Wu, her father has only read it in ancient books, and even her great-grandfather may not have seen it.

Without the guidance of her predecessors, she could only explore on her own.

Yuan Zhao: "..."

The more she thought about it, the more frustrated she became. She struck hard, and with a bang, she used her internal force to blast out small and large shallow pits on the ground. Qinghe, who was making pine needle tea in the pavilion nearby, quickly put down the tent and came out to remind:

"Princess, please check the sky before demolishing the house. Don't let it rain again..."

Last time, the princess had just demolished her house, but it rained heavily, which made the guards like them very busy. They built a temporary straw shed to keep out the rain, and they were in a mess.

Yuan Zhao was silent, and finally threw the sword to Qinghe with a frustrated look:

"Take it away, I don't want to see it again anytime soon."

Qinghe took it and half-raised the sword, looking left and right. He really couldn't see any difference between it and an ordinary sword. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. No wonder the princess was angry, so she turned around and took it back to the inner room to hide it.

When she came out, there were already several people in the pavilion.

During the mourning period, in order to study the secret of the sword, Yuan Zhao was accompanied by his maidservant, Luo Yan and Wu Xi, except Qing He.

serve.

Wu Xi was originally the seventh sister-in-law. Since there was no war, she should have returned to the seventh brother. But Wu Xi emphasized that she and the seventh son were just in name only, and the old Duke had always meant for her to continue to be the princess's bodyguard.

Just last year, the Pingxi Army was awarded a reward, and the identity of the princess, the young general, was revealed to the world.

His Majesty wanted to formally make her a general, but met with strong opposition from the court officials again. In anger, he made her Lord Shaoyang, which was a false title, but she had a thousand soldiers. She also owned the entire Zhengyang Lane, because she was young.

He performed meritorious service, so he was called Shaoyang.

Zhengyang Lane is no longer the most spacious street in the capital, and the houses on the periphery have been converted into shops by the owners. Now, all the tax money from these shops will belong to her. In addition, she also has the right to let any household move out of the alley.

To put it bluntly, Lord Shaoyang is an honorary title, at most it is the master of Zhengyang Lane.

The courtiers' protests were ineffective, so they could only comfort themselves that the so-called Shaoyang Lord was just the lord of a street. It didn't matter, she was already the princess, and His Majesty came up with this title because he had no reward.

Rather than displease His Majesty, it is better to obey the Holy Will, but secretly he allowed his children to laugh at the princess for being just the master of one street.

However, Your Majesty does know how to give in to others, and the princess sincerely likes this reward.

…

Cha Yuan, when it comes to returning soldiers, Your Majesty is willing to give the princess a thousand soldiers, which means that she will lead troops on expeditions in the future.

The princess is a woman, and she cannot be without female generals around her.

As her personal followers, Wu Xi and Luo Yan naturally had to participate in the training of the soldiers, so as not to have to go back next time. As for the Seventh Young Master, Wu Xi once told the princess that he didn't mind if he added fragrance to his red sleeves and served the north.

The Yuezhi breeds offspring.

When the time comes, the princess can terminate the engagement.

Yuan Zhao didn't say anything, nor did he send her back. He put it aside for the time being and postponed it until now.

Today, someone finally made a fuss about this matter——

"These cold melons have been improved by Qi Langjun and have become very sweet and refreshing, and are deeply loved by His Majesty." Chang Sheng, the personal attendant of the Duke of Guo, smiled and said, "Your Majesty wanted to grant him an official position, but Qi Langjun declined.

Said that he just wanted to be an idle farmer wandering the fields..."

The grafting method that the princess had launched in the palace was learned by Qi Langjun and used to grow a large number of unusual thinning fruits, which became royal tributes in the past two years.

His Majesty has become increasingly ill in the past two years and has little appetite. Only the fruits grown by Mr. Qilang can enter his mouth.

Qi Langjun declined your majesty's kindness, saying that he was too old to get the reform method inspired by the princess and could not hold a big position. However, he was happy to confer the reform method to the great agricultural officials and publicize it to the world to benefit all people.

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The Holy Heart of Emperor Fengyuan was so pleased that he was granted the title of Young Farmer and allowed him to study farming methods on his own.

If there are results, you can directly face the saint; if there are no results, you can continue to be an idle farmer without being controlled by anyone, not even the officials of the chief agricultural officer.

This is good, Qi Langjun accepts it happily...

Having said this, Chang Sheng raised his eyes and glanced at the princess, but stopped talking.

"Speak directly if you have anything to say." Yuan Zhao drank tea.

"Back, back to the princess, your majesty also rewarded a beautiful maid to accompany Qi Langjun," Chang Sheng said tremblingly, "he said that he would take Qi Langjun as his concubine after his period of filial piety..."

Yuan Zhao's hand holding the lamp paused slightly, he was silent for a moment, and asked:

"Do you know who came up with the idea?"

"That's your Majesty." Chang Sheng whispered, "Not only that, the Duke of the State also heard that Your Majesty also wanted to reward him and Lord Sanlang with an eldest daughter and the daughter of a minister as a concubine. He said that the Duke of the State and the General Hussar cannot just

A royal wife..."

Ha, Yuan Zhao smiled and looked at the tea cup in his hand:

"Your Majesty didn't say you would reward this princess with a handsome man?"

Well, this, Changsheng is sweating profusely:

"I haven't heard of it yet."

Unable to tell whether the princess was happy or angry, Chang Sheng answered with a grimace. Not only did he know whether to laugh or cry, Luo Yan, Wu Xi and several family generals who came in with him all burst out laughing in unison.

By the way, the princess's marriage was full of twists and turns.

Look, two years ago, His Majesty granted her a marriage to Feng Wu, the second legitimate son of King Duan. But before she went west, Feng Wu was injured while hunting. After her westward expedition, Feng Wu's wound became red, swollen and ulcerated, which alerted the Imperial Medical Office and mobilized all the people to treat it.

not good.

What's even more terrible is that when Feng Wu's mother, Princess Duan, heard that her son was injured, she rushed to the capital with a well-known doctor from Duanzhou. Little did she know that as soon as she left, news of a rampant plague spread in Duanzhou.

However, she and several doctors fell ill as soon as they arrived in the capital, and they also infected the sixth princess Le'an who returned to the capital to get married.

At that time, the capital was in panic.

Fortunately, Lan Muqi, the prince of Sanglan, was half a disciple of Yaowangzhuang. He recognized that this was a common epidemic in Yanshu, so he came to help and joined forces with the Imperial Medical Office to fight the epidemic.
Chapter completed!