After eating Chinese meals in the prince, Puyang continued to return to the rotation of the Qianyuan Hall.

When he saw a man wearing a imperial robe standing at Gaotai to look at the wind, he hurried to run over.

"Your Majesty, how did you come out?"

"It's too long, come out and walk around."

Although the two worlds restored, the emperor still couldn't use the power, but the daily activity time was longer.

Puyang put away the long gun and stood on one side to accompany him.

Standing on the Qianyuan Gaotai, the former Chaohui Hall, Wenhua Hall, and Wuying Hall have no views.

"Are you with Haoer at noon?"

"yes."

"What about his recent reason?"

"Everything is the same."

"What about the body?"

"It's also good, go to bed early and get up early, everything is healthy."

Liyang was very well -behaved in front of the emperor, and answered inquiries honestly.

Suddenly, he had a clever movement and tentatively said: "It is easy to deal with government affairs, but when I see him today, I feel a strands of dust on him."

"Dust?"

The Emperor God: "What kind of Yunlingzi?"

"yes."

The emperor groaned, and after a while, he said: "The fairy road and the martial arts are different. You and I must not live. If he can live for a long time, it is also his chance.

It's just a pity that the Kunwu Eucharist.

The Emperor did not think that his son would abandon the obligation and responsibility of the King of God, and ran to the mountains to practice alone.

When he wanted to come, it was nothing more than Xiandao. He was too lazy to handle the common things in the future, and be a lazy emperor.

Liyang heard the emperor's mention of Shouyuan, and then looked at the white between the emperor's hair, and his mood was a little heavy.

For a while, I forgot to let the emperor advise Peng Yu's intention.

For calculating, the life of the emperor has passed more than half.

"How, do you look old?"

"No, His Majesty is still in his adolescence, no half of the old age is old."

Kunlie dumb.

Do you still know your own state?

"It is still a mature age, and I experience the feeling of an elderly person. I also understand why the gods of all generations are persistent."

A little bit feels his vitality passing, and finally he is old, lying on the bed, count the limit every day.

This mood is too torment.

"..."

"In the past, your grandfather was lying in a sick couch, and I also went to see it once."

The grandfather of Liyang, the cousin of Kunlie.

At that time, the old Marshal was lying on the couch like a dead wood. But even so, he still refused to let go of his resentment about Kunwu's.

"Wudao must not have long -lived. When I saw your grandfather's state of work, I felt very touching, and a little panic. The end of your grandfather was the final game of my generation.

Passing. "

But now, Kunlie personally feels this "aging", but it is a bit open.

As long as Da Kunguo Yong is there, he personally does not die, it doesn't matter. Even at the moment, although he regrets the love between himself and Zhao Feiyan, he also silently accepts this ending.

Anyway, in the near future, the children of the world are inherited. She hates herself again, and she must protect her son.

Hearing his grandfather, Liyang was silent.

To this day, he can still think of his grandfather's dry arm holding himself, instructing himself to practice well, and in the future, he is a great fortune.

"Okay, don't mention bad things. Your kid takes the sword, and takes advantage of you to give pointers."

"Point?"

After thinking about it, Liyang found a sword next to the guard to show the swordsmanship that he realized recently.

This set of swordsmanship was realized when he went to the world of Huohai, originated from the emperor.

Kun Lie smiled at this set of swordsmanship, and saw that his kendo skills were contained.

"Hand raising the point, the wrist is forceful, to rotate the sword flexibly ... yes, just ..."

If Kunli pinned the future of the gods to his son Kun Hao. Then he was inherited by his kendo, and he planned to give it to Puyang.

What he hopes is the real reconciliation of the mother -in -law Sun Sun and the father Kunwu.

Nympho

Puyang practiced several sets of swordsmanship under the gaze of Kunlie, of which the error was correct by the emperor, and Kendo Xiu was improved.

It wasn't until Kunlie was tired and yawned that he stopped him.

After touching the sweat on his forehead, Puyang accompanied the emperor to return to the palace, and glanced at the direction of Qingyu Pavilion before leaving.

"Oh, found out?"

On the Qingyu Pavilion, Peng Yu put down the telescope and turned to ask the Seven Princess.

"What? How about his sword method?"

The Seven Princess Leng Ruoshi, completely unwanted. Silently put down the telescope, and said indifferently: "You find me, just look at him to practice swords?"

"Lonely wants to tell you, the father emperor valued him very much. Therefore, you should put it on your careful thinking."

The seven princess suddenly looked at Peng Yu.

Peng Yu was split the telescope, re -put into the box, and said slowly: "You are in a bad situation. If you can borrow the situation of Sun's family, you can make your mother and child be better. But if you do this

You can quickly hear the news of Chen Fei's death. "

"..."

Since Chen Fei entered the Leng Yueyuan, the seven princess was not good. Although the emperor did not punish, the concubine concubine would not let her go. At this time, the people around her presented her.

Can eliminate disaster and solve difficulties.

"It seems that when you are in charge of Tiangong, there are many people around you."

Seven princess quickly thought about the people around him, who leaked?

"This kind of thing is needed to tell others?"

Following the box, Peng Yu raised his head: "So, look at the bloodline, tell you a secret. The mother of the father is from the Sun Sun."

The pupils of the seven princesses suddenly contracted, looked left and right, and asked with a low voice: "What are you talking about!"

"The older generation is clear, and the Sun is the father of the father. During generations, Liyang is shorter than you and me. It is true that this generation is not much. But for his father, he doesn't like it

. ""

Seven princess looks change.

Of course, she knew the attitude of the father.

If the father emperor is related to the Sun Sun, then he will not like himself to go too close to Puyang.

And ... this can also explain why the emperor's attitude towards Sun's attitude is very ambiguous. Even if he is willing to let a child of the grandchildren enter the palace as the king of the palace, he reads it.

For the Emperor, the Sun's Sun needs to be guarded. But for the emperor with the blood of the Sun family, if you can really conquer the Sun Sun, the harvest is too big.

The power of the Sun's family can top the half of the family.

It is Zi Zi Zhao's, the Holy Queen Zhou, and the three posts of the three major classes of the Saint, and the Miro family.

The mother family is a supporter of the emperor's natural natural. That is, the situation of the Sun Sun is more special.

The Seven Princess pursed her mouth and closed her eyes: "I understand."

She cannot violate the will of the Emperor.

When she secretly went out of the palace and ran away, it was also tentatively tentatively in the bottom line of the emperor. If she really dares to touch the Lei Chi of Kunlie, not only she, Chen Fei will also suffer.

"The emperor is understanding. At present, Chen Fei Niang's situation is not good, and you need you to protect it. You can no longer angry the emperor. You can guarantee it. As long as you are honest and respectful, take care of his father and grandmother with peace of mind. Chen Fei will not die."

"Wait," the seven princess hesitated and asked, "Do you ... don't hate?"

"I don't hate, do you believe it?"

Chen Fei was pregnant with witchcraft, and gave birth to the seven princesses. The cost was the abortion of many concubines during that time. The incident was considered on Zhao Feiyan's head afterwards, which caused the concubine and the emperor to lose.
To be continued...