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Chapter 707 Dancing Girl Princess vs Admiral of the East Factory 72

Chapter 707 Dancing Girl Princess vs East Factory Admiral 72

Chen Lang really listened to Quan Jiu's words.

The original drastic court cleaning plan turned into a leisurely and leisurely boiled frog in warm water.

Chen Lang spent three months to hold the throne completely. After a long wait and see, the ministers who were originally neutral in the court finally convinced him and made the final stand.

As a new emperor who has never accepted concubines, many ministers and foreign envoys have set their sights on the big cake of Meng Guo's harem, and Chen Lang will receive memorials for choosing concubines every day.

After a long time, he simply pretended to be sick and was bedridden. After being diagnosed by the imperial physician, the emperor was suffering from physical deficiency and had to recuperate and practice without any strenuous exercise.

After the news was released, everyone knew that the emperor was "infirm" and no one dared to mention the election of a concubine again.

"Oh, when I was in court today, the emperor was coughing again. The imperial physician had been treating him for so long, but there was no improvement."

The minister who went to court looked worried.

General Wu Feihu: "As a miracle doctor, the Empress is helpless, and the Emperor's disease may be difficult to cure."

Minister of the Ministry of Revenue: "Didn't the imperial physician say that this disease requires rest and cannot be close to women? Why does the emperor run to the Queen's bedroom every night?"

Wu Feihu: "You don't understand this. The Empress is a doctor. It's a good thing to have the Empress beside her to take care of the Emperor."

"That's true..."

“…”

Taking advantage of the excuse of getting sick, Chen Lang ran to Fengyi Palace openly every day.

In the blink of an eye, it is another deep winter.

Chen Lang's illness finally improved, and the ministers began to try again in public. When they wanted to put women in the harem, Chen Lang disbanded the harem with an imperial edict.

All the morning was shocked.

They all opposed it.

But Chen Lang, who is already full of wings, no longer has to worry about anyone, he is willing to go his own way.

After a month of protests, the ministers found that Chen Lang was not soft or hard, and was invulnerable to swords and guns. They were no longer the soft persimmon they used to be. In the end, they had to agree to the way to dismiss the harem.

In the huge harem, only Quanjiu is left.

Milk dumplings ran to Meng from time to time, but due to the identity of the prince of Northern Qi, the family of three was separated.

In early spring two years later, the ice and snow melted and everything revived. The third prince Xuanyuan Qinglan, who was originally "mediocre in qualifications" and was not valued, suddenly broke out of the siege. With the support of the fourth prince Xuanyuan Zhuo, he succeeded to the new emperor of Northern Qi.

It is worth mentioning that on the day Xuanyuan Qinglan ascended the throne, the legendary emperors and empresses of Meng Kingdom actually attended quietly and presented a heavy gift.

Xuanyuan Qinglan treated her generous gifts and announced that Mengguo and Northern Qi were allied nations at a date, and concluded a contract of "no mutual offenses for a hundred years".

On the day of parting.

Quan Jiu did not alarm anyone, only Xuanyuan Qinglan's personal guard.

Milk dumpling held Quan Jiu's hand and looked at Xuanyuan Qinglan with excitement.

"Brother, take good care of yourself. I will come back to see you often in the future."

He tried hard to suppress the corner of his raised mouth and made himself look a little "sad" and sad.

Xuanyuan Qinglan did not wear a dragon robe, a green robe, and three thousand black hair was tied up with a hairpin. The scenery was bright and bright. He did not look at Quanjiu and touched the head of the milk dumpling:

"Stop pretending, just laugh if you want to."

The milk dumpling was originally quite happy, but after hearing what he said, I was really reluctant to leave.

After entering this plane, Xuanyuan Qinglan was the only person who treated him well without any purpose.

The Northern Qi royal family was not as united as Meng. All forces fought each other, and it was not easy to be the emperor. After he left, Xuanyuan Qinglan regarded it as a lonely man.

Xuanyuan Qinglan's mouth curled up, and her palm was on his furry head:

"Bei Qi will always be your home. If you miss home, come back and have a look."

Milk dumpling thought for a while, stepped forward and hugged his waist:

"You think of me, you can come to Mengguo."

Xuanyuan Qinglan lowered her eyes to cover up the strangeness in her eyes: "Okay."

That being said, he knew very well that he could not go to Mengguo again.

Some things are still wanted to have when you look at them. Instead of torture them like this, it is better to break your thoughts from the root.

………

"Changxi, Alang, do you miss me~"

Milk dumpling was sitting in the carriage on the return trip, because he was too excited and there was no trace of sleepiness in his eyes.

Chen Lang calmly lifted his eyes: "I don't want to."

Milk dumplings are used to his cold outside and hot inside, and they don't feel hurt at all:

"If you don't want to think about it now, it doesn't mean you haven't thought about it before."

Chen Lang spoke Liang Youwei mocked: "I have been back to Northern Qi for a few years, but the others have not grown long, and my skin has become much thicker."

Milk dumpling put his fat face over and said, "Do you want to pinch it?"

Chen Lang: “………”

He didn't squeeze it in the end, but Quan Jiu got it for him.

"The mouth is sweet too."

Milk dumpling: "Changxi has also become beautiful."

Quan Jiu calmly accepted his rainbow fart: "Am I not beautiful before?"

Milk dumplings: "Beautiful every day."

"Tsk."

Chen Lang's mouth curled.

Nipponzi held his cheek with both hands: "Alang, are you sarcastic at me?"

Chen Lang said another meaningful "tsk".

After a four-day drive, everyone finally arrived in Kyoto, Meng.

When getting off the carriage, Chen Lang held Quan Jiu and it was Milk Tuanzi. Quan Jiu hit Chen Lang's arm and signaled him to carry the person down.

Chen Lang was reluctant to reach out, and the scene in front of him seemed familiar. He also hugged him like this three years ago.

He estimated the height of the milk dumpling and said suspiciously:

"It's been three years, why haven't you grown long at all?"

Three years ago, he only reached his thigh, and three years later, he still reached his thigh.

The eyes of the milk dumpling were curved, and the smile on his face had not changed at all. He gestured on his head with his hands:

"In fact, it's growing taller, but it's not obvious. Alang, don't attack me personally."

He clicked two points.

"I've been here two years ago, and I've been here this year."

Quan Jiu looked along his fingers and grew a little taller, about two centimeters. This speed was indeed much slower than Chen Lang, who was 1.8 meters tall at the age of fifteen or sixteen.

Milk dumpling sat cross-legged, facing Quanjiu's gaze, he seemed to guess what she was thinking:

"Changxi, don't worry, I'll eat well and I'll surpass Alang soon, and I'll be able to carry you by then."

Quan Jiu touched his head.

"good."

…………

The grass grows and the birds fly, and the snow melts.

Two more years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The task progress bar has been reached 100%. Because of the milk dumpling, Quanjiu did not immediately withdraw from the plane, nor did he deliberately disclose information outside the plane to Chen Lang, causing the plane to collapse.

Today is the 10th birthday of Milk Tuanzi.

After receiving a bunch of gifts, the milk dumpling held a bowl and happily ate the birthday noodles that Chen Lang gave him, making a sassy sound:

"Alang, your cooking skills have improved again."

Chen Lang put down the teacup slowly: "Oh."

At this time of year, he would make him a bowl of longevity noodles, not because he thought, but because Quanjiu had a bad cooking skills. Every time he cooked, the imperial kitchen would be in chaos.

(End of this chapter)
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