The emperor seemed to be taking some time off from his busy schedule, without any intention of being in a hurry. He took Tang Yun around the palace, showing off from time to time: Did you see that? My. Did you see that hot one? My. See...
To this, Tang Yun just wanted to say: Go ahead and code it.
He would never admit that he was sour.
Yunxuan was sitting in the pavilion, knitting something attentively, when he suddenly heard a sound, he raised his head and looked up, his beautiful eyes couldn't help but shine a bit, and said softly: "Your Majesty, why do you have time to come to the Ziyuan to enjoy the flowers?"
"I have nothing to do, so I came here to look around. What are you doing?" The emperor smiled, his eyes fell on the table, and he asked her curiously.
Yun Xuan glanced at Tang Yun without revealing any trace, and said with a sweet smile: "Winter is about to come, Wanwan's body is weak, and I am idle. I am going to knit a pair of gloves for her."
"I do have a good heart."
The emperor was a little confused. He didn't remember who Wanwan was at all, but his strong mentality kept his expression calm, so he changed the topic and patted Tang Yun on the shoulder: "I forgot to introduce you to this person, Tang Yun.
You must have heard of its name."
"Your Majesty, Tang Yun." Tang Yun glanced at the brocade bag at his waist, withdrew his gaze and lowered his head and said, "I have met Empress Yunxuan."
"Huh? How did you know it was Yunxuan?" The emperor was a little surprised.
Tang Yun replied in a low voice: "Your Majesty, the empress has a brocade bag on her waist."
The emperor looked at it and couldn't help but feel enlightened, and said with a smile: "I should observe carefully."
Tang Yun thought for a while and decided to take this opportunity to make it clear to the other party. After all, the emperor was here, and getting rid of the other party was the right thing to do.
He cleared his throat and suddenly said: "Madam, I don't want to get married too early now, but I have wasted my good intentions. I hope you will forgive me."
The emperor's smile remained unchanged and he looked at Yunxuan: "Oh? What's going on?"
They were already an old couple, so Yunxuan didn't know the emperor's temperament. Although the emperor's thoughts were unpredictable, she remembered some little habits too clearly.
The emperor's reaction was not anger, but dissatisfaction.
The difference is: the former has gone cold, but the latter still has room for recovery.
Of course, she didn't know that the emperor had already known about it, but the emperor didn't expect that Tang Yun would directly point it out.
Yun Xuan never expected that Tang Yun would suddenly jump out and stab him at this juncture. While he was angry, he couldn't help but admire the other party's determination.
This guy is a ruthless person, ruthless to his enemies and no mercy to himself.
how to say.
In fact, when Tang Yun revealed this matter at this juncture, he made it clear that he wanted to draw a clear line with Yun Xuan, the prince, and even all factions, and made up his mind to hug the emperor to death.
Although Zhenwu Pavilion is like this, there are differences between individuals and the entire force. The biggest difference is that Tang Yun expressed his attitude, which undoubtedly once again improved his status in the emperor's heart and gained a lot of goodwill.
However, the emperor will retire sooner or later. How long can Tang Yun hold on to it? How long can he stay in glory? Once the successor takes over, as the saying goes, once the emperor, one courtier, as a veteran of the previous emperor, Tang Yun's end will definitely not be much better.
Unless he takes advantage of this period of his glory to forcefully build a retreat for himself, and no matter how good this retreat is, it will eventually deviate from the court...
Anyone who can make such a decision is either a fool or a madman.
Of course Tang Yun is not stupid, that can only be said to be a lunatic, a lunatic who has great confidence in himself, a very calm, terrifying and confident lunatic.
As soon as he blinked, Yunxuan's eye circles suddenly turned red, his voice became choked, and he said intermittently: "Your Majesty, I don't know either.
You also know that Rou'er is so old and is still unmarried. He is so anxious to be a father. Every time he comes to visit me, he can't help but mention her.
I am in this deep palace, surrounded by royal family members, how can I find a suitable husband and young talent for Rou'er?
Not long ago, when I was chatting with other ladies, someone mentioned Tang Yun, so I simply told my son and let him make his own decision..."
Yun Xuan's response can be described as pear-shaped and pitiful. In modern times, this kind of acting skills would make any actor or actress worse than the emperor or queen.
This kind of acting skills made Tang Yun, who was watching, secretly smack his tongue, and couldn't help but give a thumbs up in his heart.
Damn it, people who can really stand out in palace fights may have some flaws in their brains, but their acting skills are definitely top-notch. If you pick anyone out, they can prosper in the modern entertainment industry.
The emperor narrowed his eyes, said nothing, and quickly left Ziyuan with Tang Yun, already thinking about the issue of establishing a prince.
Because of the slow pace of development in the world, decisions are not made prematurely on various matters - such as the establishment of a reserve.
Of course, if necessary, the imperial court would also operate at an alarmingly fast speed, such as the last decree of the Warrior Academy and the drafting of the laws of the Family Academy this time.
Of course the emperor knew that his sons and grandsons had already given up on these thoughts, and had even started fighting overtly and covertly.
But he didn't take it too seriously, because he was still very young at that time and he didn't need to think about things in the future for such a long time. But Yun Xuan's actions today reminded him.
More than a hundred years~
The emperor counted the days and found that he seemed to be over a hundred years old. Although he was still far away from death, the time had come for him to establish a throne.
The emperor asked casually: "Tang Yun, what is your opinion on the current situation in the DPRK?"
"The situation between North Korea and China?"
Tang Yun was stunned for a moment, and a look of confusion appeared on his face unconsciously. He knew the situation of Hammer and the identity of Zhenwu Pavilion, which destined him to not fall to a certain faction.
Since it's impossible, why do you want to do so much?
"Your Majesty, I don't understand this." Tang Yun shook his head and honestly admitted that he didn't know.
"Ha~"
The emperor didn't say much. He pointed to the slightly dilapidated palace not far away and said: "This place has existed since the founding of the dynasty. It has been renovated no less than a hundred times. The things are inside. Come with me."
Squeak~
The door opened, and a cold breath hit his face. Tang Yun instinctively put his hand on the hilt of the sword.
The emperor was not nervous. He stepped forward and picked up a picture stone and activated it. With a buzzing sound, a humanoid corpse appeared out of thin air, like a projection screen.
Tang Yun's pupils suddenly shrank for a moment, and then recovered, with a look of amazement remaining on his face.
The emperor, who had just turned around and observed secretly, did not catch the quick reaction. He was a little surprised: "Did I think too much? Is this guy really curious?"
"This is... a person?" Tang Yun asked.
The emperor nodded and said: "Well, at least it looks like a human being, but after some research, it was found that this guy is more like one of those heavenly and earthly treasures that have become spirits."
"What do you mean?" Tang Yun blinked, a little stunned.
"... He is full of treasures. Eating him is like eating treasures from heaven and earth." The emperor scratched his chin and searched his intestines to find a suitable sentence.
Tang Yun's mouth twitched: "...Isn't this a monster?"
"Then he has been dead for so many years, why doesn't he return to his original form?" The emperor smiled.
Tang Yun blurted out: "That is a monster that is similar to a human being."
The emperor frowned and said: "There is no sign of blood in his body, but there is something strange."
The scene continued to play, and the emperor suddenly raised his chin: "Did you see it? It's that thing, hidden in the middle and lower part of his spine.
It was like a tree root, but not a tree root, and just a moment after taking it out, it evaporated out of thin air, and the people around it didn't react at all."
"Maybe it's the plants and trees that turned into spirits. Is this his origin?" Tang Yun made a few wild guesses.
"It has nothing to do with demons."
The scene gradually faded, and the emperor put it back to its original place and took him out of here: "It's not a human, because the tree root-like things are all over his body, replacing the condensed meridians of the warrior."
"So that's it."
Tang Yun nodded suddenly, but silently sympathized with the guy in his heart, because there were already autopsies these days, and at the end of the scene, the guy was cut into pieces, and the scene was extremely bloody.
The emperor smiled and asked: "Is your curiosity satisfied?"
"Actually, I'm not satisfied. I really want to know who he is." Tang Yun smacked his lips and sighed with some regret.
The emperor shrugged, laughed and said, "Then there is nothing we can do. No one has been able to find out where he is until now."
After leading him from the back to the front, and chatting a lot in the meantime, the emperor suddenly stopped and said with a smile: "I won't keep you here anymore. Just go ahead and leave the palace. Leave on your own."
"I excuse myself." Tang Yun Gong cupped his hands and walked quickly through the palace gate.
The emperor looked at his back, his eyes gradually deepened, and he murmured in his heart: "I also want to know what he is, maybe he really is..."
Under the sideways gazes of the people around him, Tang Yun walked out of the palace, opened his arms and stretched his body. Thinking of the scene he saw before, he suppressed the turmoil in his heart and uttered an obscure word - Immortal?
The water in this world is much deeper and more exciting than he imagined.
I just don’t know, after lifting this veil, whether it is the truth underneath or a thicker cover-up.
Immortal?
In other words, cultivators, Qi practitioners, immortal cultivators???
They, the runes, the buried history...
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The next day.
The seventeenth prince entered the palace and explained something to the emperor, but he finally came to terms with it. After leaving the palace, he openly invited Tang Yun to come to the palace to have a talk.
Tang Yun was confused by this strange operation.
Are you so ignorant of compliments? I have refused twice. As the saying goes, once again, twice, never again, can't we leave some room for relaxation?
Helpless, complaining is nothing but complaining, he still has to go away, everyone is so shameless, and if he doesn't give him face, he doesn't know how to appreciate him.
Tang Yun got up early in the morning, went out to buy something as usual, and carried it to the door.
Don't ask why you are buying something, it is customary to ask.
It's not a shame to come to visit someone without saying anything.
As soon as they arrived at the door, they saw the Seventeenth Prince opening the door and welcoming him as if he had been prepared, and even wanted to take his arm in with him.
Tang Yun turned slightly sideways and handed the gift into his hand. He bowed not far away but said, "I am a servant who speaks lightly and an official has little power. Why should I bother the prince and go out to greet him in person?"
"It should, it should." The prince looked at the gift in his hand and felt a little speechless, but in order to express his importance, he still carried Tang Yun through the door personally.
As for the prince's purpose, Tang Yun knew very well that it was nothing more than to win over him, but it was impossible for him to board the other party's pirate ship, so he always adhered to the attitude of not showing kindness or refusing.
As long as the other party doesn't get angry, he can continue chatting awkwardly with the prince. Anyway, it's not him who is anxious in the end. Tang Yun won't come again this time, there is only one chance~
Serve tea~
Take your seat...
Tang Yun looked around at the group of men and women below, and couldn't help but glance at the prince next to him. Are they trying to make me unable to get off the stage and embarrass me?
Don't blame him for thinking this way, there is something wrong with the atmosphere in this hall. The people below don't seem to be very friendly when they look at him.
Tang Yun glanced at the prince suspiciously and considered his words: "So, the prince means to send the heirs... uh, these royal grandchildren to the academy in Longyang County?"
The prince nodded firmly and said: "Of course, there are now martial arts academies everywhere, but in the final analysis, it was your suggestion, Tang Yun.
Therefore, I must have more detailed considerations about the academy. If I don't let these little guys go to your place to learn, I will save my irritation."
"Forehead……"
Tang Yun thought for a while and realized that this was the prince's curved route to save the country. Since the previous offensive didn't work, he simply forcibly established a relationship.
Make Tang Yun agree?
fart!
Although the emperor has many cubs, and these cubs have also given birth to many cubs, the emperor's New Year's Eve dinner is no more than a flowing table. Although the emperor still can't remember their names, after all, these people are still princes.
The emperor's grandson.
It's okay if nothing happens, but what if something happens?
So Tang Yun simply shook his head and said to the prince with sincerity: "If the prince doesn't wait a few more days, maybe something will turn around. Why bother so much by then?"
"oh?"
The prince was stunned for a moment, and then he understood what he meant. It was nothing more than a matter like the Academy of Aristocratic Family, but the problem was that this matter was aimed at the aristocratic families in the world, but the capital...
To put it bluntly, the academies in the capital have long since become a place for the wealthy and powerful's children to build relationships, but they are still managed by the imperial court in name only.
The prince sighed, glared at the group of guys below with a hateful look, and said: "You should have some knowledge of Jingcheng Academy. It's not an exaggeration to say that it's a mess."
Perhaps things must turn against each other, and the prince's repeated insinuations against his children made them have a rebellious mentality.
Or maybe Tang Yun, the object of ridicule in the past, is now in front of them, and they want to stand up and show that they are better than others.
Then... they broke out.
First of all, there is the number one bit player. Sorry, he is really just a bit player in Tang Yun's eyes, and he is not qualified enough for Tang Yun to remember his name.
Seeing him stand up suddenly, he looked like an arrogant and foolish protagonist who would give up on me. He raised his chin, stared at people with his nostrils, and sneered: "Father, the students of Beijing Academy are all the proud ones of heaven, and they are the best among men.
In terms of strength, knowledge and experience, they are all elites. Even if they behave a little loosely, it is just a leisure activity in everyone's spare time.
I think that even the weakest person from the Capital Academy will be much better than the so-called elites from other small places."
At the end of the sentence, he even looked at Tang Yun eagerly: "I wonder what Mr. Tang thinks?"
"Haha~"
Tang Yun smiled and did not answer yes or no. In his opinion, it was like a child discussing which Aotuman has the strongest combat power, comparing the combat power of American comics and Anhuang, and whether the protagonist in the novel uses a knife or a sword. Similar arguments like this are similar.
.
It's meaningless and childish.
He lowered his head and took a sip of tea. No need for him to say anything, the prince, the father, would take care of this Shabi son for him.
The father is talking about things, but you, the son, are trying to stir up trouble. Believe it or not, the beating will make you happy?