Now that there are immortals’ thighs, then hurry up and hug them with a shy face.

You have to put your hot face on your cold butt.

Otherwise, who should be the emperor and who should take care of the world is still the only thing that the immortal said.

If you serve the immortals comfortably, he will let you control the world if you see that you are sensible.

Otherwise, if the immortal doesn't like you, he will slap you twice and rebuild an obedient dynasty.

"You go." The emperor waved impatiently and told the minister to get out.

The minister hurriedly retreated.

The emperor walked in the hall, exhaling constantly, feeling a little nervous.

According to the process, the immortal will be in the capital of the capital in two days. What should he do to satisfy the immortal?

The emperor thought hard and was very distressed.

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On the carriage, Chen Xia was lying in a swaying manner, which was the comfortable position he had finally found.

A woman's crisp voice suddenly came from outside.

"Sir, can I come in?"

It was the inquiry of the eldest princess of the Song Dynasty.

"Yes." Chen Xia replied lazily.

So the carriage door opened, and the eldest princess in a luxurious robe walked in, knelt respectfully beside her, and asked with a smile.

"I don't know if the national teacher is satisfied with this itinerary."

"It's okay." Chen Xia nodded indifferently, "I don't know where to go anyway."

The woman smiled, put her hands on her knees, straightened her waist, and showed a beautiful curve, and replied.

"This trip to the capital will definitely not disappoint you in the national teacher."

"I really won't be disappointed." Chen Xia nodded and explained: "Because I have no expectations at all."

He didn't have any fantasy about this capital. He went to the capital and just wanted to ride a carriage.

The woman's smile froze and she didn't know how to reply.

"What's your name?" Chen Xia suddenly asked.

"Xian Song." The woman replied hurriedly.

"Yes, OK." Chen Xia nodded and looked out the window with nothing to do.

"Master, what do you think of the Song Dynasty?" Song Qian asked suddenly, holding her clothes on her knees tightly with her hands, feeling uneasy.

"What do you think..." Chen Xia looked out the window and replied calmly.

"I don't have any opinion, just like other dynasties, one emperor, hundreds of ministers, and hundreds of millions of people."

"As long as there is no famine and war, it is actually good, isn't it?"

"But the times, it will always be progressive. Perhaps you will become a page in history books, and no one can explain it clearly."

Song Qian couldn't help but defend herself, "But you are the Grand Master of Song Dynasty."

"It can also be the Tang Dynasty, Da Chen, and Da Xia National Master." Chen Xia replied calmly, and raised his head looking out the window, staring at Song Qian, and smiled.
Chapter completed!