Although the princes of the emperor are noble, they have no hope of immortality or longevity.
No matter the way of refining the body or the way of refining the Qi, it will cut off immortality and lead to no hope!
Unless you give up your position as king, you will have a chance to achieve immortality. Otherwise, it will only last for thousands of years, and it will be just another handful of loess.
Therefore, no matter the Si family of the Song Dynasty where Si Xuanyun was located, or the Xun family of the Lu Kingdom.
No king in the past has been on the throne for more than eighty years.
Although power and position are good, they are not as wonderful as immortality.
Although power is 'poison', it is somewhat insignificant in the face of the temptation of immortality.
Si Xuanyun knew this very well and had to take precautions.
She has reached the highest status that a woman can achieve. Naturally, she has to arrange some things before and after her life and worry about her children.
"mother,"
Xun Shaohe shouted obediently.
In front of Si Xuanyun, he was always a 'good boy'.
Of course, this has to exclude the dozens of floors he trampled on and the four or five wooden doors he smashed along the way.
The martial arts he practices are extremely special and complement his temperament, which is fierce and domineering.
What appears on the outside is recklessness and dullness!
Si Xuanyun pursed her lips and smiled. There was no good way to deal with her youngest son, the mother of Lu State.
After all, he is his biological son, so he cannot be beaten or scolded.
After all, even the common people of Li have the saying "the eldest grandson, the youngest son".
Even though Si Xuanyun was born into a noble family, he was not exempt from vulgarity.
For this little boy, she really held it in her hands for fear of breaking it, and held it in her mouth for fear of it melting. She doted on it extremely much.
Si Xuanyun sighed: "You... you really don't want me to worry about my mother. When can you change your anxious temper?"
Xun Shaohe chuckled, stepped forward and shook Si Xuanyun's arm, acting coquettishly, and said: "He'er is mother's He'er at all times."
"If it changes, will it still be the familiar He'er in my mother's heart?"
This sentence really scratched the itch of Si Xuanyun and the itch of every mother.
No matter how old a child is, he or she is still a child in the eyes of his or her parents.
Si Xuanyun said helplessly: "You...you...mother really can't say anything about you!"
"You have to remember that to be a king, one should be able to express and respond to his temperament freely, and act naturally without leaving any trace."
"You have a temper that is as fierce as fire. Everything is shown on your face. You are too deliberate. How can you be a good king, guard the Xun family's palace, and share the worries of your brother!"
As a legitimate son, Xun Shaohe could not ascend to the position of king, but as a feudal lord, he would have a worry-free life, which was inevitable.
It's just that as a prince, you naturally have subjects, staff, soldiers, and people.
With such a character, how could Marquis Lu Wen be so relieved that he granted a fiefdom to Xun Shaohe to take charge of.
This kind of mental defect naturally gave Si Xuanyun quite a headache.
"lady,"
Zhao Chuan, the chief chamberlain, walked lightly and whispered: "Master Yu, please greet me,"
Si Xuanyun waved his hand gently, his eyes moved, and the light was blurred for a moment, and said: "Let him come in,"
"Here!"
Zhao Chuan lowered his eyelids and said in a deep voice.
Immediately, he turned around and went downstairs. There was only the sound of 'kick! Kick! Kick!'.
Xun Shaohe stood aside, with a look of disgust on his face, and said: "Hmph... Little Fourteen is a loser. Instead of practicing his martial arts in a down-to-earth manner, he only knows how to flatter his mother all day long..."
"Mom, He'er looks at him as a wolf that hasn't been raised well and must be tied up tightly."
Although Xun Shaoyu's presence in Yeting was very low, Xun Shaohe just didn't like him.
This feeling is hard to explain, unclear, and very complicated.
Si Xuanyun smiled softly: "You... if you only have Xiao Shisi, you can think about it half-heartedly, and you will be satisfied as your mother."
"As a mother, I also know that Xiao Shisi... is a thoughtful person."
"But no matter how serious it is, it's just a baby that's still wet, and I don't take it seriously as a mother."
The corner of her mouth curled up, as if she was joking.
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Outside Fengluan Pavilion!
In a square pavilion, Xun Shaoyu was sitting in the pavilion, quietly waiting for Mrs. Lu Guo's propaganda.
With a seemingly plain face and a pair of blurred pupils, there was an erratic figure.
Between the moves, the boxing skills and skills are all reflected in the stone mirror.
One boxing technique, "Ox Demon Powerful Fist", "Tiger Demon Bone Refining Fist", "Xiao Guan Xing Shou" and "Big Monument Smashing Shou", these four boxing techniques and martial arts are the martial arts that Xun Shaoyu has practiced since he was a child.
It is so deeply immersed that almost every move is filled with spiritual energy and moves around the world, nothing like this.
In these four martial arts, remove the dross and take the essence.
Xun Shaoyu opened and closed his eyes, seemingly immersed in it.
The martial arts of these moves are gradually condensing, as if they have been refined over time and are getting better.
A drop of red liquid source of power slowly spread out, and wisps of red gas seeped into the stone mirror.
Finally, it was gathered into one punch, which was as powerful as an ox demon, like a tiger demon refining bones, like a small star-piercing hand, or a big stone-breaking hand.
This boxing technique has the meaning of four techniques.
"A drop of source power can only do so much,"
He kept his expression unmoved and his eyes did not squint, thinking to himself, "These four martial arts are worthy of being the superior method. They can directly lead to changing the muscles, forging the bones, cutting off the hair and washing the marrow!"
"Every style, every move cannot be changed or tampered with. You can only use source power to refine one or two."
His clear eyes gradually became calm.
Several chamberlains stood aside, standing with their hands down, glancing at Xun Shaoyu, seeming a little surprised.
These chamberlains are all accomplished in martial arts and are particularly sensitive to the ups and downs of breath.
Xun Shaoyu's aura changed in an instant, touching the energy of these chamberlains.
"The chamberlain of Fengluan Pavilion is also quite extraordinary!"
He also dealt with the doubts on the looks of these chamberlains calmly and kept his expression.
Mere chamberlains and servants are all so clever.
Madam Si's power can be seen in the Nuo Daye Court.
Xun Shaoyu had learned a lot about her skills in this short period of eleven years.
The depth of the routine and the ruthlessness of the tactics made Xun Shaoyu, a reborn person, have no choice but to stand aside.
He plays the role of a 'good boy' honestly. He doesn't dare to cross the threshold for fear that if he is not careful, he will be shattered to pieces.
Mrs. Lu Guo, Si Xuanyun, had both such means and such power.
"Good boy" Xun Shaoyu must maintain his "personality" and cannot tamper with the script at will.
Otherwise, Mrs. Lu Guo is not a vegetarian.
In other words, no one who can survive in the intrigues and intrigues of the court, no matter how kind-hearted he is, can be a 'vegetarian'.
Xun Shaoyu gently sipped the warm water in the cup to moisturize some of the chapped corners of his lips.
Looking around Zhou Za, I saw that these chamberlains were all thick-boned, and they obviously had great skills.
Although the depth is different, it must be that one has gained a foothold in martial arts, with clear muscles, bones, skin, and strong energy.
Every one of them has at least developed the strength of a wild ox, and has the strength to strengthen muscles and bones.
"Yeting, hidden dragon and crouching tiger!"
He thought with his tongue.
These chamberlains, don't look at their usual submissive appearance.
However, with their military strength, they should at least be a team of grassroots officers with fifty armors under their command.
It is even possible that in some encounters and backgrounds, it is not impossible for someone to stand out and have a good camp and three hundred armors.
Of course, most of these chamberlains would not think of being released as unimpressive officers.
In Nuo Daye Court, although the status of the chamberlain is humble, it also depends on whom you are humble to.
Many chamberlains, chief stewards, and chief stewards are often in Yeting, groveling.
But in the outer court, he has a different face.
"Sir,"
A drake's voice suddenly sounded.
Zhao Chuan, who was dressed in a green robe, walked out of Fengluan Pavilion with small steps.
He shouted to Xun Shaoyu: "Young Master,"
"Sir,"
"Mrs. Si summoned me," Zhao came to the pavilion, bowed slightly and saluted, with a look that was a little flattering and a bit flattering.
However, Xun Shaoyu would not regard these ‘looks’ as real
How could the dignified manager of Fengluan Pavilion, the head of the chamberlains, deliberately cater to a down-and-out young master? Moreover, he was an inconspicuous concubine.
Doesn't it seem that this chamberlain is too incompetent and too ridiculous?
However, this is Zhao Chuan's way of being a slave.
It was also the reason why Zhao Chuanneng overcame obstacles and became one of the three chief managers of Ye Ting, making Si Xuan Yunyi his confidant.
A domestic slave is a domestic slave; the master is always the master!
Zhao Chuan's sense of proportion has always been very good.
The rules of master and servant may not be taken too seriously by ordinary princes.
However, once you pay attention to it, it is enough to make decades of love exhausted in one day.
In Zhao Chuan's view, big mistakes often develop from small mistakes.
It has become instinct for him to be cautious and cautious.
Xun Shaoyu stood up, quickly helped Zhao Chuan up, and said, "Mr. Zhao is so polite."
"You have been in the palace for decades and have watched Shaoyu grow up. You are like Shaoyu's elder."
Xun Shaoyu supported the fat middle-aged man and said sincerely:
"No, in Shaoyu's eyes, you are the elder of our family!"
Zhao Chunyan was stunned and speechless.
Xun Shaoyu's words had a great impact on Zhao Chuan.
After all, she has been in the palace since she was a child, so there is not much to worry about when one person has enough to eat and the whole family is not hungry.
But for the older Zhao Chuan, he is powerful and favored, but he may not have no pursuit.
The family love he lost since childhood is still a concern that he is still worried about today.
Our family has long heard that Mr. Yu is humble and polite, like spring breeze turning into rain, moistening things silently.
The Xun family is respectable and awesome!
Zhao Chuan suddenly thought of this thought in his mind.
Immediately, he lowered his eyelids and smiled: "Hehehe... How can an emasculated old slave like me win the love of the young master? I can't deserve it, I can't deserve it."
However, having said that, Zhao Chuan's attitude towards Xun Shaoyu has softened slightly.
"Sir, my wife is at the Purple Smoke Tower. It's better not to keep her here for too long. Otherwise, I can't afford the punishment."