After The Empress Acended To The Throne, I Was Forcefully Made His Greatness Chapter 39

In the Ningdan Garden.

Rare, two people sitting.

One is dressed in white and the other is dressed in green, sitting opposite each other.

The man in the green shirt was about fifty years old, with a half-white and half-black beard that crossed his chest. The hair on the top of his head was black, and his temples were white, which was very strange. The hairpin is tied.

"You have broken through the realm where everything can be a sword, when will you go to the East China Sea?"

Dressed in white, Zi Gudao looked up at the sky, reached out to touch it, but didn't hold back anything, but seemed to catch the autumn wind.

The man in the blue shirt was even more shocked, "As expected of you, if you leave the palace, sword practitioners in the world, whether they are cultivators or martial arts practitioners, will all bow their heads when they see you."

Zi Gudao didn't speak, just playing with the autumn wind, turning it into the shape he wanted.

The man in the green shirt was about to continue talking, but he stopped when he sensed that someone was coming from the garden.

Hearing Zuo Dodge's words, his hand holding the tea froze a bit, and there was a little smile on his face.

"You killed Xu Qing because of him?"

Being able to talk to Zigudao so casually, and even knowing that Zigudao's swordsmanship is almost divine, he is still so casual. In the whole world, in the temples, there is only Zhang Weizheng, the first assistant of the Great Jin Dynasty. .

"He is interesting."

Zhang Weizheng nodded, and stretched his finger to the pennant left by Zuo Dodge, "'A great hero, serve the country and the people.' It's really interesting."

"It's a pity that he is an eunuch, otherwise the righteous scholars in the world should have a place for him."

Confucianism and Taoism are divided into Zhengqi and Zhengqi, and the righteous way is the five virtues of righteousness, 'benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and faith! ' Cultivate virtue and emphasize character.

Zhang Weizheng, as the number one scholar in the world, naturally knows the enlightening effect of these words on the warriors in the world.

Zigu said no more words.

The two just mentioned Zuo Dodge a little bit. After all, compared to their identities, Zuo Dodge was nothing but dust, no different from passers-by or roadside ants.

Zhang Weizheng suppressed the smile on his face and spoke.

"Before you promised the late emperor that when you can control everything in the world as a sword, you will go to the land of the East China Sea. When do you plan to set off?"

Zi Gudao let go of his palm slightly, and the autumn wind passed quietly. He pondered for a moment, and said, "Three days later."

Zhang Weizheng clapped his hands and praised, "Okay, then I will lead the Confucian disciples all over the world to send off the Eighth Prince respectfully."

Zigudao looked in the direction of Hanyuan Hall, his eyes were a little lost, "No need."

Zhang Weizheng didn't force it, just nodded, "It's up to you."

During the conversation between the two, Xu Qing was not mentioned at all, which seemed to be worse than Zuo Dodge.

At any rate, he was also a fifth-rank master, and was registered by the clan's government, but he was expelled after his death, which was nothing more than Zhang Weizheng's words.

Zuo Dodge returned to the garden, and began to look forward to the reward after the completion of the main plot of the second act.

Strangely, Xu Qing's death did not cause any waves in the cold palace.

It was like in a certain palace, a pet dog raised by the noble concubines died quietly.

At noon, Xiao Jizi came to report to Zuo Daoqi that the second son of Cheng Guogong would come to Xiyuan to hunt tomorrow, and asked the guard garden to send someone to take care of him.

The second son of a mere Duke of the state originally didn't need to be on guard, but this second son has a good wife, who is the eldest daughter of the current emperor's elder brother, King Yangchun, and outsiders call him Princess Jiqing.

Reluctantly speaking, the princess is qualified to require eunuchs to accompany her.

Zuo Dodge is a little strange, how come there are still people hunting in late autumn?

After all, Xiyuan is a royal hunting ground, and it still attaches great importance to sustainable development. Generally, hunting is strictly prohibited in spring and winter.

Although he was puzzled, he still let Xiaojizi go down to prepare.

They have already received nobles several times for hunting, and they are very familiar with this process. What they need to prepare in the early stage and what they don't need to prepare are all clear.

Zuo Dodge did not interfere.

It was only in the afternoon that news came from Jingmin Gate that the second son of Duke Cheng lost his temper when he saw Xiao Jizi and others.

As Xiaojizi and the others are not qualified enough, eunuchs who are not qualified are not worthy to serve the princess, so they asked Zuo Daoqi to serve him in person tomorrow.

Zuo Daoqi was even more puzzled, he had a vague feeling that the second son of Duke Cheng was after him!

Inexplicably, Wang Lu's figure flashed in his mind.

Could it be him doing something wrong?

But why?

Zuo Daoqi couldn't figure it out, he didn't know how much it would cost to ask the second son of the Duke to harm him, but no matter how he calculated it, it would be a loss. Did Wang Lu lose his head?

He didn't quite understand it, but he didn't go into it.

Close your eyes and continue practicing.

He is getting closer and closer to the eighth-rank realm, and he will be able to break through again in half a month at most.

With the longer practice time, he has become more and more aware of the talent gap between himself and Ji Lingshu. With the same resources, Ji Lingshu told him after he came back from the Ningdan Garden today, the earliest tonight, the latest As late as tomorrow, she will be able to break through to the eighth rank.

Sometimes, the gap between people is really more intuitive than that between people and dogs.

Zuo Daoqi had given up on his thoughts of being able to overwhelm Ji Lingshu all the time now, and he had to treat her better in the future, so he couldn't just spank her **** every now and then. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little melancholy.

The whole afternoon was spent practicing and reading books, during which I rubbed the concubine's shoulders, and the concubine was very satisfied.

By the way, I tested using the "Meridian Finger" to stimulate the imperial concubine. It should look very comfortable~www.mtlnovel.com~ After all, the imperial concubine does not involve in spiritual practice, so he still needs to come for manual massage.

The noble concubine couldn't help but groan softly, "Ah~"

Some ecstasy.

Zuo Daoqi got a little playful and stepped up his efforts. The imperial concubine's eyes were full of tears, and her face was flushed.

"Snapped!"

The imperial concubine pressed Zuo Dodge's hand pinching her calf, "Da... Dalu, slow down."

Zuo Dodge looked up, looked at her flushed pink cheeks, couldn't help pinching her with his hands, and then reacted, coughing, "Sister, your face is so red, are you feeling unwell?"

The imperial concubine closed her eyes and said nothing, but her long eyelashes kept shaking, which showed her extremely restless heart.

Seeing her eyes closed, Zuo Dodge made her hands more presumptuous, moving up her calves and gradually crossing her knees.

The noble concubine couldn't bear it any longer, and slapped Zuo Dodge's hand down.

His hand pressed against the imperial concubine's cold thigh, fleshy and soft.

"Dalu, I'm sleepy, I need to sleep for a while, you should read a book."

Zuo Daoqi chuckled, stood up and rubbed the temples for the concubine, "Sister, go to sleep, I'll rub it for you."

The imperial concubine didn't say anything, and Zuo Daoqi just quietly rubbed her temples, and occasionally rubbed her pink face.

Her breathing gradually subsided, a slight snore sounded, and her head fell into Zuo Dodge's arms. Looking at her face as delicate as a 28-year-old girl, in the afterglow of the setting sun, she only felt peace in her heart.

Some people, even when they are asleep, you can tell what kind of person she is.

The imperial concubine is like this, even when she is asleep, Zuo Daoqi can still feel the tolerance and tenderness in her heart.

A strand of black hair from her temples was brushed away for her, and a smile flickered across the corner of Zuo Dodge's mouth.

Chapter end

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