The Heavens: Starting from Traveling through Song Qingshu

Chapter 117 Song Xuan's Emperor's Life, End! (use up)
As soon as Song Yuan said this, the original chattering and laughing voices in the room suddenly came.

Song Xuan looked around at everyone.

Liu Qinglian and Xiao Zhao looked a little unhappy.

For them, although they know that their children will go out sooner or later, they will go out to become kings before they are 16 years old. Doesn't this mean that their mother and child will be separated?

On the contrary, those few princes showed eager expressions one by one, and they seemed to be very interested in Feng Wang Jiufan.

Song Xuan looked at the prince who was almost like him, and was silent for a moment, with complicated eyes, he said: "Is this proposal your own, or someone else told you?"

Song Yuan said seriously: "Father, I don't have any other intentions, I really think so. The empire is too large, and I feel exhausted. I really need a few younger brothers to help me."

Song Xuan waved his hand, and said: "It's getting late, you should step back first, as for what you just said, I will consider it as a father!"

"Yes, my son is waiting to leave!"

The crown prince and several princes withdrew one after another, but the seven-year-old little princess Song Yuxin stayed in Zhou Zhiruo's arms.

Song Xuan had seven children and six princes in his life, but only one daughter.

Naturally, this little girl became his darling, the jewel in his palm.

After the princes left, Song Xuan looked at Zhou Zhiruo and the others, and sighed, "My son is getting older, and he's starting to think about it."

Zhou Zhiruo looked a little unnatural, and apologized: "This kid has been in charge of the country since he was ten years old, so he is naturally more thoughtful than his younger brothers."

Song Xuan waved his hand and said with a smile: "It is human nature to protect food, and if the throne does not fall on him, he will naturally feel at ease.

Yuan'er, although he has been called Jian Guo these years, he is actually no different from the emperor. He has done a good job, and he is more suitable to be a guardian emperor than me, a hands-off shopkeeper! "

As soon as these words came out, Zhou Zhiruo's complexion changed, and she said with some panic, "Husband, Yuan'er has no intention of disobedience."

Song Xuan smiled and pinched her pretty face that became more and more charming as the years passed, and said with a smile: "We have been husband and wife for so many years, you still don't understand me?
What I said is the truth. Although I don't care about the affairs of the court these years, I have actually seen them all.There is one thing to say, he did a very good job, at least, he is a quite rational prince who has his own independent opinions, instead of believing what the officials say.

If he can do this, he is already a qualified emperor.

As for being scheming and having a city, as an emperor, this is actually an advantage. "

As he said that, he looked up at the sky and said with emotion: "You are supposed to be chivalrous women who rule the rivers and lakes, but because of me, you are trapped in this deep palace inner garden. Have you ever felt resentment?"

Liu Qinglian gave him a blank look, and said: "If you feel ashamed, then go to sleep with me tonight, how about we play a new trick?"

"There is a child here, so you can talk nonsense!" Song Xuan glared at her, this tiger girl, who is in her 30s, still speaks so wildly.

But when she said this, Song Xuan's heart suddenly became interested.

It's been a while, I haven't played a role-playing sitcom with this little witch.

Then, he looked at Xiao Zhao, Xiao Zhao understood immediately, and called out 'brother-in-law' delicately.

"Cough~~" Looking at Zhou Zhiruo's helpless expression, Song Xuan coughed lightly, and asked Xiao Zhao, "Is your mother okay recently?"

Xiao Zhao immediately became vigilant, and hurriedly said: "Young master, my mother is old and likes to meditate, don't try to get her idea!"

Song Xuan said speechlessly: "What kind of person am I, your husband?"

Liu Qinglian said quietly: "Brother, you are the inheritor of the spirit of Cao thief. Although the possibility is unlikely, you have to guard against it!"

Xiao Zhao's mother is the well-known Golden Flower Granny in the Jianghu. Of course, this is just her pseudonym. Her real identity is the Holy Maiden of the Persian Mingjiao General Altar, the Zishan Dragon King who is the head of the four guardian Dharma kings of the Mingjiao in China. Daikis.

Later, he broke with the Mingjiao of the Central Plains because he wanted to steal the mind law of the great movement of heaven and earth, and was later arrested by the people of the main altar of the Mingjiao of Persia and put him under house arrest.

In the tenth year of the Wu Dynasty calendar, people from Persia came, saying they were here to pay tribute, but they opened their mouths in the court hall to bring the imperial concubine Han Xiaozhao back to Persia to take over the position of saint.

In this matter, the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty and the prince of the Jianguo were all stunned. They had never seen such a capable person, and even the founding emperor of the Wu Dynasty, Song Xuan, who was practicing martial arts in closed doors, was shocked.

Then, a decree was issued, and the Persian envoy was pushed out to be executed lingchi.

Then the Wu Dynasty's 50 troops swept out like ferocious beasts out of cages. Within a month, the Persian Kingdom was destroyed, the Mingjiao General Altar was completely destroyed, and the imperial concubine Xiao Zhao's mother Dai Qisi was naturally brought back to the Wu Dynasty.

Regarding this mother-in-law, Song Xuan dared to swear to the sky that he really didn't have those messy thoughts, and definitely treated her as an elder.

But maybe it was because he played too many sitcoms with Liu Qinglian and the others, these people were always worried about him, Xiao Zhao didn't even dare to take his mother to live in the palace, but only arranged a house for him in the city.

I'm afraid that one day my young master will say, "Ma'am, you don't want your daughter to be wronged in the palace, do you?" '

"Okay, it's getting late, you all go back and rest."

He didn't bother to explain some things, but stood up and looked at Zhou Zhiruo, saying: "Let the prince wait for me in the imperial study, there are some things that need to be explained to him carefully!"

The few people were shocked when they heard the words, their husband is still so young, wouldn't he really have the intention of abdicating?

Royal study.

The father and son sat opposite each other.

Song Xuan didn't greet his son politely, and said: "To tell you the truth, I thought it would be easy for my father to live more than 100 years old in the realm of an innate warrior. In theory, it is very difficult for you to sit on the throne after I die!"

Song Yuan was stunned, and stood there blankly, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Song Xuan took a sip of tea, and said lightly: "Okay, now there is no difference between monarch and minister, only father and son. Come on, tell me the truth, do you want to be the emperor of the Wu Dynasty Empire?"

"Father." Song Yuan's voice hesitated, not knowing how to speak.

It is said that the royal family has no family ties. If I am wrong, will I be sent away with a glass of poisoned wine and a white silk?

Seeing that Song Yuan didn't speak, Song Xuan sighed, stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, and said: "From tomorrow on, Weifu will pass on the throne to you, be a good emperor, and don't let Weifu down!"

Song Yuan always felt that he couldn't keep up with his father's brain circuit, but his body reacted instinctively, and knelt down on the ground with a plop.

"Yuan'er, thank you father for making it happen!"

Song Xuan smiled and said: "My father will sit in this imperial capital for ten years and escort you. Ten years later, I will take your mother and concubines to travel around the world to see the scenery of the world.

Ten years should be enough time for you to hold the power of the entire empire in your hands, right? "

Song Yuan nodded, and said sadly, "Father, after you leave, will you come back?"

"Yes!" Song Xuan laughed; "Yes, when you are about to die of old age, the father will always come and watch you close your eyes, won't you?"

Song Yuan shuddered inexplicably, he is just a 16-year-old boy now, father, is it too cruel for you to tell me this?
The next day, after the decree to pass the throne was issued, all the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty were shocked.

They have seen a wayward emperor, but this is the first time they have seen the founding emperor who is so wayward that he doesn't even care about the throne.

Throughout the entire history, this is really the first person to take the emperor's position so lightly!
It's just that Song Xuan's majesty is too strong, even though many people have asked Song Dadi not to be in a hurry to give up the pick, but it can't stop the determination of the founding majesty to pass on the throne.

Song Xuan did not participate in the new emperor's enthronement ceremony, but took Zhou Zhiruo and the three of them to play a multiplayer game in the harem.

Afterwards, Song Xuan, who was completely relaxed, started the process of self-creation of Xuan Gong without distractions.

Ten years later, in the royal practice room, Song Xuan stretched out his palm, and in the palm of his hand, a ray of dark blue sword glow, like a tiny wandering dragon, kept swimming in his hand.

Then he popped it lightly with his finger, and the blue bricks of the practice room were pierced, and then a small hole more than ten feet deep and the thickness of a finger was pierced in the ground.

After more than ten years of painstaking practice, he has integrated all kinds of skills from Taoism, Buddha and demons, and used his own body as a testing ground. After thousands of failures, he finally researched the most suitable Xuangong for his swordsmanship.

This skill was named Taixuan Sword Classic by him.

The operation of the kung fu can absorb the spiritual energy of the heavens and the earth, absorb the power of the sun, the moon and the stars, and after walking through the meridians of the dantian, what is condensed is no longer the innate true energy, but the innate sword essence.

Jianyuan, this is a special power named by Song Xuan, it is more than ten times more condensed than Xiantian Zhenyuan.

For others, even the touch of such an extremely fierce and ferocious power like Jian Yuan would kill him, but for Song Xuan, this power is the source of power for him to temper his body and nourish his spirit.

Every time the profound art is operated, the innate sword essence will permeate into his skin, flesh and bones, subtly improving his physical strength.

In addition, with the continuous improvement of the power of qi and blood in the body, he can even clearly sense that his spiritual power is also slowly improving.

Essence, energy and spirit are fellow practitioners!
After spending more than 20 years, relying on the bug that can be called immortal body, and after countless trial and error studies, Song Xuan finally found the cultivation method for his future practice.

Before Song Xuan took Zhou Zhiruo and the three daughters to cruise the world, all civil and military officials from the Manchu Dynasty came to see them off.

"Your Majesty, once we go this time, will we still meet again in this life?"

Li Shanchang had gray hair and had retired from office a few years ago, but even so, he still came to see Song Xuan off with the support of his family on crutches.

Although Song Xuan had already been rumored to be the crown prince, even so, when the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty met him, they still referred to him as His Majesty.

For them, as long as the founding emperor survives for a day, he will always be His Majesty the Emperor!

Song Xuan smiled and said: "Counting it all together, you and I have been in love with each other for nearly 30 years. Time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, I am already 50 years old."

Li Shanchang broke down in tears, and said: "Your Majesty's face is still the same, and he hasn't aged at all, and the old minister is almost at the end of his life!"

Song Xuan was also filled with emotion. Looking at the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty, many of them had changed their faces. Many of the familiar courtiers either became officials or died of old age and illness. There are fewer and fewer old people who accompanied him to fight the world. .

Song Xuan stepped forward, hugged Li Shanchang, and then embraced the sickly Liu Bowen, and hugged Zhu Yuanzhang, Xu Dalanyu and others one after another.

This move really moved the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty, and even the deep-minded Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help crying.

"Everyone, our relationship between monarchs and ministers may end here in this life!"

Song Xuan also said sadly: "If there is a next life, the next life."

Speaking of this, his voice was also choked up rarely, and the following words have not been uttered for a long time.

"If there is an afterlife, the ministers are still willing to serve under His Majesty's command!"

Li Shanchang threw down his crutches, knelt and kowtowed tremblingly, "My emperor, long live long live long live!"

The civil and military men of the Manchu Dynasty also bowed to the ground, kowtowed and shouted.

"My emperor, long live, long live, long live!"

"My emperor, long live, long live, long live!"

The 73rd year of the Wu Dynasty.

In the imperial capital, outside the imperial mausoleum, Song Xuan sent away the last Xiao Zhao who closed his eyes in his arms.

Over the years, he has witnessed too much.

Witnessed the transition of the Wu Dynasty from an agricultural country to an industrial country, and witnessed that countries and even the whole world were brought into the territory in front of the invincible military power of the Wu Dynasty.

Also sent away too many people.

He sent away his father, his wife, the elders of the master, and even his own son, two after another.

In this life, he has no regrets anymore!
With the end of Xiao Zhao's funeral, Song Xuan, who had nothing to worry about in his heart, gathered his spirit in his mind, and made a request to the mysterious bronze mirror to leave this world.

Then, in his mind, messages appeared on the mysterious bronze mirror.

"The main quest of the host has been completed, meeting the requirements for leaving!"

"The daytime ascension option has been activated. The host will go to the main world. According to the host's obsession, a suitable main world is being selected for the host."

"The selection of the main world is completed, and the channel to devour the starry sky is opened."

On that day, Ziqing came [-] miles to the east, and the sky was full of light and rain. The founding ancestor of the Wu Dynasty, Emperor Song Xuan, was watching by countless people in the imperial capital.

"People of the Wu Dynasty, respectfully send Emperor Taizu to ascend in the daytime!"

"My emperor, long live, long live, long live!"

The first volume, Song Xuan's life as an emperor, is over!

(End of this chapter)