It’s hard to break a phoenix’s destiny

A few days later, Sima Zhong finally returned from school.

He has lost a lot of weight, and his face looks weathered.

But he seemed quite happy, saying that the soldiers respected him, and he was especially touched when he said "Long Live the Mountain". "A good man must go to the battlefield to experience and work hard for the Jin Dynasty."

Yang Xianrong was busy serving him a large bowl of hot soup and put it on the table. It might have been a little hot. He took a sip and almost threw the bowl away. If this had been left in the past, I would have lost my temper long ago. But today, Sima Zhong was uncharacteristically different. He changed his hand and blew on it himself before drinking it. Zhang Du and Yang Xianrong were both stunned. When they were about to say something more, they found that he was not afraid of being burned and drank directly.

"Why are you trying so hard?" Yang Xianrong quickly gave him two pieces of soft stewed beef, "Eat slowly, it's hot."

"Hey, I can still eat meat. You know those military guards can't even eat! I feel heartbroken!" Sima Zhong even beat his chest and said, "I have decided to open the arsenal and distribute those weapons to them. I The Jin Dynasty has a strong army! Everyone is a good man!"

Yang Xianrong didn't get the answer, so he had to look at Zhang Du. Zhang Du turned out to have a loving look on his face, even a bit like an old father, and she couldn't help but curl her lips when he saw it.

Lan Xiang had already brought Sima Jing, the little princess of Qinghe, over. The child was stunned for a moment after seeing Sima Zhong, and then suddenly started to smile, babbling without knowing what he was saying, and stretched out his hands toward Sima Zhong. .

Sima Zhong was very happy, and reached out to hug her, and used his oily mouth to kiss the soft baby. Yang Xianrong disagreed, and immediately said: "Your Majesty, I just wiped Jing'er clean, please don't dirty her."

"Hey, just give me a kiss." Sima Zhong was in a really good mood.

Yang Xianrong glanced at Lan Xiang, and Lan Xiang immediately understood. She stood aside and waited for Sima Zhong to finish the kiss and then take her back into his arms. Sima Zhong still felt a little unfinished, pinched Sima Jing's little face again, and suddenly said to Lan Xiang: "When did you become so fat? No, have you always been this fat? No, you should have been before. Thin, right? No..."

Lan Xiang's face changed with fright, and she immediately backed away while hugging Sima Jing. Yang Xianrong quickly stretched out his hand to pick up another dish for Sima Zhong, and said with a smile: "What? The emperor has noticed how fat and thin my concubine and maid are? Then I will be jealous."

"Hey, Yang Bieme won't be jealous." Sima Zhong withdrew his eyes and started to eat big, but before taking two bites, he asked again: "Yang Bieme, why are you still so thin? Women get fat when they are pregnant and have children. A lot, why are you still so thin?"

"I can't eat or sleep well. Your Jing'er is so annoying. Can you take it back and raise it for a few more days? You won't go to the school grounds recently, right?" Yang Xianrong was already sweating, and his voice was coquettish. Out.

Sima Zhong thought for a while and then said: "It will take a few days, but I still have to open the arsenal."

"What is the arsenal? A few days ago, King Sima Yue of the East China Sea came over..." Yang Xianrong immediately changed the subject, "As soon as I opened the door, I saw him. I was really scared to death."

"Oh, I heard about this." Sima Zhong didn't pay special attention to it, "Sima Yue, haha, this guy always looks so gloomy and miserable. My father doesn't like him very much. But, he can be regarded as He is capable, and my father said that this person can still be kept around for some use."

"Okay." Yang Xianrong didn't know the relationship between them, so he didn't want to ask more. After all, the matter of "the queen interfering in politics" is still very taboo in the harem. Now she could only choose a safer topic to talk about, "That day, the King of East China Sea asked me if I knew the three priceless treasures in the arsenal... I had no idea at all." "Hehehehe, does he want to? How is it possible? Give it to him!" Sima Zhong didn't look like he was very close to him, or even bored. "Sheep, when I finish eating, I will tell you about these things."

"Okay, okay." Sheep Xianrong was also filled with joy when he heard the story.

In addition to weapons, the Luoyang Palace's arsenal also contains many rare treasures. Naturally, the royal nobles of the past dynasties also had many heirlooms. For example, the Han Dynasty royal family surnamed Liu actually had Wang Mang's head, snake-cutting sword and Confucius' clogs. Of course, these things also fell into the hands of the Sima royal family.

The former emperor Sima Yan stored them in the arsenal, which was tightly guarded by the imperial army and could be said to be the safest place.

Wang Mang usurped the throne in the Han Dynasty and was a radical reformer. However, his political mistakes caused a great famine, which led to continuous peasant uprisings in various places. Wang Mang was also killed in the chaos. After his head was chopped off, the royal family existed. The purpose is not only to prevent him from being buried in peace, but also to deter other usurpers. Anyone who wants to usurp the throne should think about Wang Mang's fate.

The snake-cutting sword was created when Liu Bang, the founding emperor of the Han Dynasty, encountered a huge white python. He drew his sword and split the giant python into two pieces. The people who followed him followed Liu Bang without hesitation because of this courage, and this sword was kept in the arsenal as a national treasure handed down from generation to generation.

As for Confucius's clogs, they were the clogs worn by Confucius during his lifetime and were regarded as "sacred objects" of sages.

"That's it?" Yang Xianrong felt that after listening to it with great interest, he felt lonely. For her, it might as well be a pleasure to cook some delicious meals.

"Yang Mie, these are treasures. I have only seen them a few times." Sima Zhong was quite serious. "Father said that if you want to see these things, you also need to bathe, change clothes and burn incense..."

"I don't want to see it, and I don't want to see it." Yang Xianrong put away the dishes and chopsticks that Sima Zhong had finished eating, and Zhang Du immediately stepped forward to help. Sima Zhongze suddenly said: "You look like ordinary people."

"Isn't it good?" Yang Xianrong asked him, "Of course you have to clean up after eating. When I am at home, I clean up by myself. I often wash the dishes... In fact, I would like to do more things. , if you learn more about life, you will find it very interesting.”

"Forget it, I am a big man, I have the world in my heart, I want to be a wise emperor, I am the best, my country must be strong..." Sima Zhong actually kept saying the same thing, looking at Yang Xianrong Some want to laugh.

"Yes, you are the best." Yang Xianrong's delicate voice made Sima Zhong also laugh.

The emperor and empress were chatting, and the atmosphere was extremely harmonious.

The people serving them also laughed quietly. This was a rare and warm time.

But at this moment, Zhang Heng suddenly ran in hurriedly, knelt on the ground and shouted: "Your Majesty, Queen, there is a fire in the arsenal!"