Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 335
Under heavy snow, Chang'an.

There was a lot of hustle and bustle in the palace. At this moment, the emperor was giving birth and was about to give birth to an heir.

Wen Po has already gathered in Qifeng Palace, very anxious.

Xu time.

A baby's cry came from Qifeng Palace, piercing the hanging night.

Wu Meiniang's cheeks were covered with sweat, and her forehead was stained with blue hair. She stared blankly at the baby in her infancy, and suddenly burst into tears.

She remembered.

There is no cause and effect of Zhao Wujiang in the world, but at this moment, a new cause and effect is born from existence to nonexistence, from nothing to existence.

Lingnan Road, Cangwu Ruins.

Shili Tiankeng, covered in silver.

In the large tomb buried by snow and years, countless silvery white rays of light appeared in the darkness like dragons. They kept gathering and intertwining together, outlining a figure.

Zhao Wujiang's figure gradually appeared, at first it was illusory, and then slowly solidified. After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, black and white and clear, shining with stars, like stars falling into them.

He stood up slowly, smiled, and realized everything.

The next moment, his figure turned into thousands of light spots and disappeared into the tomb.

Lingnan Road.

The man looked at Miaomiao kindly and asked:
"Your master, what's your name?"

Miaomiao sobbed, she hugged the faceless statue tightly, unable to answer.

"Zhao Wujiang."

A voice that seemed to come across the years resounded through the small village in the boundless world.

Black light wandered around Miaomiao's body, interweaving into a robe like ink, dispelling the extreme cold of the world, and in front of her, the figure of Zhao Wujiang condensed, gently wiping away her tears.

"Master." Miaomiao cried, throwing herself into the long-lost warm embrace.

The man was stunned, and the figure beside him made him sit on the snow in a panic. He looked at the gentle young man and the girl who suddenly cried and threw himself into the young man's arms, and a sense of familiarity lingered in his mind.

He looked in shock at the idol that fell from the girl's arms. The faceless idol now had a face, exactly the same as the man in front of him.

"God." He murmured softly, and when he raised his eyes, the figure in front of him disappeared, leaving only Fengxue.

"Fortune is profound."

Zhao Wujiang's whispers resounded in the villages, as if a god came to the dust to show grace, the wind and snow between the heaven and the earth became stronger, and the auspicious snow fell to the world.

He hugged Xiao Miaomiao and disappeared into the wind and snow.

There are thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, the years are like songs, the world is long, and Lingbo is in the eyes.

Chang'an, secretary province.

A long yellowed roll was unrolled.

In the blank space, someone picks up a pen, the wind and thunder are written in the pen, and the years are written on the paper:
"Remember, Yonghui six years, one or two things"

"Boom."

The inkstone was knocked over, ink was spilled all over the floor, and there were gurgling bloodstains running down the table.

The figure crouching in a pool of blood on the table is Zhao Wujiang, whose black hair is half white.

His breath is sluggish, this is Dan's last curse, this is the curse of the gods, irresistible.

The days are so short, and a hundred years is easy to grow old.

The sky is vast, and ten thousand kalpas are extremely long.

It has been more than seven years since the Cangwu land sank to the southeast at the end of the Xianqing year.

With the promulgation of the Xianqing New Deal and the concerted efforts of the emperor and the common people, the Tang Dynasty is becoming more and more prosperous. Therefore, a new year name-Changping is ushered in.

It is not Linde, Zongzhang, Hongdao and other year names recorded in the ancient history of Lanxing's world, but Changping, which lives with the people, Chang, which is prosperous in all directions, and Ping, which is peaceful in the world.

In the second year of Changping in the Tang Dynasty, on the fourteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, it snowed heavily.

Chang'an, Chang'an County, Chang'an Square, Zhao Mansion.

Snowflakes fell from the vast sky and were caught by a big hand, and the coldness spread in the hand.

The owner of the big hand is a man, wearing a big fur, like a rich man, his eyes are like bright stars, his eyebrows are slanted like flying swords, only three fingers wide from the half-white hair on the temples.

At this moment, he was smiling and holding the girl in his arms.

The girl was about three or four years old, wearing a small hat, cute, big eyes, and small hands, trying to break his big hand that was holding Snowflake.

"Daddy will do a trick for you." He smiled warmly, stretched out his five fingers and opened his palm:
"Dangdang, it's gone."

The girl's eyes widened, her face was full of curiosity, how did daddy's magical trick change?She started to touch the palm of the man's hand, and it was cold in the warmth, she retracted her little hand.

The man grinned, touched the brim of the girl's hat, picked up a snowflake, and waved it in front of the girl:
"Dangdang, it's back again."

The girl cheered for joy, and was about to touch the snowflake in the man's hand, when an angry shout came from inside the house:

"Zhao Wujiang, if you freeze Qiqi to death, let's see how I deal with you tonight!"

The man who looks like a rich man is none other than Zhao Wujiang.

For seven years, the curse of the gods has been corroding him, his cultivation has been deteriorating, and his vitality is slowly melting away.

But he didn't seem to care, and lived happily.

The girl in his arms is the heir of him and Wang Yanning, whose nickname is Qiqi.

Zhao Wujiang walked into the house with his daughter Qiqi in his arms, while he was smiling, he seemed to be hanging on the woman's grievances:
"I said Wang Yanning, you used to call me Zhao Lang every night, how long has it been since you called me by my first name?

Alas, men are fickle, but women are fickle.

Let's ignore your mother, okay, Qiqi? "

He smiled and kissed his daughter Qiqi's little face, Qiqi covered his mouth with her little hand, and kept pushing, letting out giggling and innocent laughter, echoing in the mansion under the heavy snow.

"Father, your precious son is back."

"Boom." With a sound, the door was pushed open, and a boy with a thick head and a thick head rushed in.

He was about six or seven years old, still a child.

The eyebrows are quite similar to Zhao Wujiang, at the moment he is wearing the blue and black official uniform of Dali Temple, the waist, cuffs, and hem of the official uniform have traces of re-tailoring, and there is a small wooden knife pinned to the waist of his left hand. Holding the knife, he ran towards Zhao Wujiang excitedly.

Zhao Wujiang embraced his son with one hand, and picked him up.

Zhao Xiaoyin, the son of Zhao Wujiang and Wu Meiniang, was born in Xianqing and is now seven years old.

Yin, which means heirs, and Zhao Xiaoyin, this is a nickname, and the big name retains the word Yin, and at the same time, the middle word means to help the world.

But Zhao Wujiang thinks that Xiao Yin has not yet grown up and does not have the ability to help the world, so he keeps calling him by nickname.

"Master, your baby Miaomiao is back."

A young girl rushed in from outside the door, her ponytail was thrown high, she was quite valiant and heroic, her small face was beautiful and refined, she was wearing a black robe like ink, and she was carrying an epee as tall as a man on her back, she ran towards Zhao Wujiang happily, stepping across the accumulation Snow is the deep footprints.

Miaomiao is endowed with divinity, and grew up slowly beside Zhao Wujiang, and now she is graceful and graceful.

Miaomiao hugged her master tightly, as deep and sincere as she was when she was young.

"How was it at Dali Temple today?" Miaomiao had already carried Qiqi in Zhao Wujiang's arms, and he rubbed Miaomiao's head.

"Brother Zhao, your baby Huaiying is here again."

The door was closed again with a bang, and Di Renjie, wearing a blue and black robe and a cloak on his back, rubbed his hands and rushed towards Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang glanced at Di Renjie who was rushing towards him, knowing that this kid was coming to eat and drink again, he kicked over, and said angrily:

"roll!"

"Hey." Di Renjie turned his waist, dodged the kick, and smiled gracefully.

Zhao Wujiang faintly spit out a word: "Snow."

As soon as he finished speaking, Di Renjie's feet slipped, he turned around three and a half times, and fell down in the snow with a snap.

He rolled over, shook the white snow off his body, took out the long black mace at his waist, stroked the mace and pushed it forward, the long mace buzzed:

"Despicable and shameless warlock, give me a mace."

(End of this chapter)