Traveling through the heavens from the prequel of the Lotus Lantern

Chapter 834 No matter in the past life or in this life, it was you who provoked me first. This is what you owe me.

After the death of Zhu Di, Zhu Gaoxu ascended the throne and was named Jianwu. King Yan naturally became the prince of the East Palace.

Qianqing Palace.

Zhu Gaoxu, who still looks middle-aged, is wearing a dragon-patterned robe, and Yang Jiao, who is thirty-six years old, is still as youthful as ever.

"I won't stop you from going on an expedition. This time you come back and stay in the capital for a while. You only come back every few years. Don't mention how much your mother misses you. And don't think I haven't noticed that you have been here all these years. Take the young businessman to have fun outside."

"Although those who are successful in martial arts have a long life span, you are already running for four years. Shouldn't you calm down and work hard with Shao Shang to give birth to my eldest grandson?"

Yang Jiao spoke calmly:

"Don't worry, let's wait a few decades. My lifespan will be a little bit longer than yours."

Zhu Gaoxu frowned:

"I estimate that I can live for forty to fifty years. You are just a little longer than me, so why don't we do it faster?"

Hearing this, Yang Jiao had no choice but to say:

"It's almost more than a hundred years. Could it be that I want your eldest grandson to be the great-grandson for forty or fifty years, and the prince for another hundred or so years?"

Zhu Gaoxu immediately shut up and said after a while:

"Your situation is special. It is better to have children later in life. Your mother and the civil servants and generals will be there. Dad will help you deal with it."

Time flies by, and in the blink of an eye, it is the forty-sixth year of Jianwu.

The 101-year-old Zhu Gaoxu passed away in the Qianqing Palace. Before his death, he laughed three times while looking at the increasingly vast Ming Dynasty territory, and then closed his eyes forever.

Then Yang Jiao ascended the throne and was named Datong. This was a declaration to the people of the Ming Dynasty that he would report to Taizong that wherever the sun and moon shine, and wherever the rivers reach, they would be the legacy of the Han Dynasty, and he would continue to conquer the world.

In the tenth year of Datong, the Ming Dynasty completely unified the world, and then implemented the Qin Shihuang's same track of cars, books, texts, deeds, places, weights, and coins throughout the world, and even designated the Beijing pronunciation as the official dialect.

The years are fleeting and fleeting. In a blink of an eye, they are changing with each passing day. In an instant, they are young and beautiful, and time flies like an arrow.

One hundred and eighty years of Datong.

In Kunning Palace, Yang Jiao and Cheng Shaoshang looked as before, standing quietly in a courtyard. There were no attendants or maids around.

"Now I understand why you have been the emperor for one hundred and eighty years. With your cultivation, you have actually been able to cross the long river of time and go to the place where the gods and Buddhas are. You have been waiting for me."

Yang Jiao stood with his hands behind his hands:

"That's natural. If you hadn't held me back, how could I have been the emperor for so long and worked hard for nearly two hundred years."

Cheng Shaoshang hummed:

"It's all political affairs that the clone helped you handle. Why are you tired? Now that you have returned the government to the people and have taken care of all the trivial matters, then let's go."

Yang Jiao laughed, grabbed Cheng Shaoshang's wrist and disappeared into the courtyard.

Not long after, in a world full of spiritual energy, a pair of handsome men and beautiful women appeared on a remote and uninhabited mountain peak.

Cheng Shaoshang raised his eyebrows slightly:

"There are three realms of heaven, earth and man. Heaven is in the east of heaven, Lingshan is in the west, ghosts and gods live in the underworld. Most of the mortal world are monks, and there are only a few mortals. No wonder they abandoned the former human world without any nostalgia. It turns out that these gods and Buddhas have A realm has been reopened and treated as a new mortal world."

She looked at Yang Jiao:

"I feel that with the energy revealed in both of us, it won't be long before someone from Heaven and Lingshan comes to slay demons."

"Then just wait for them to come to your door?" Yang Jiaodan asked.

"I like to watch the sea, but I don't want to be idle. Why not live on the east side of the East China Sea and plant a ten-mile peach forest, which can be used to make wine." Cheng Shaoshang smiled.

There was a fleeting wave in the depths of Yang Jiao's eyes. In fact, as early as Cheng Shaoshang brewed the Peach Blossom Drunkenness, he had already been suspicious, thinking that she was probably related to the Zhao Yun he met. Now that he heard about Ten Miles of Peach Grove, he couldn't help but become more... Be certain.

Two months later, east of the East China Sea, there was a peach forest stretching for ten miles.

Cheng Shaoshang walked into a bamboo building with a pot of wine and came to a house. He saw Yang Jiao sitting cross-legged on the couch. She directly put the wine in her hand on the table on the couch, and then also sat cross-legged. On the couch.

"Come, have a taste, this is the fine wine I just brewed." Yang Jiao half-closed his eyes and spoke softly:

"I am not blessed to drink this fine wine of yours."

Cheng Shaoshang held his chin and smiled:

"You will get drunk after drinking peach blossoms. This is an obvious weakness. According to your temperament, you will only find ways to overcome it. Why do you just want to escape now? Is it possible that people like you also have fear in their hearts? Are they afraid?"

Her tone was melodious:

"This is not like the Zhu Zhanhe I know! Don't worry, you don't know me yet. Even if you are drunk, as long as I am here, you will not be in any danger."

After that, he conjured up two cups and slowly filled them with wine.

Yang Jiao revealed a pair of ancient and unwavering eyes:

"But why do I feel that danger is right next to me?"

"You and I have been married for more than two hundred years, can I still harm you?" Cheng Shaoshang said with a smile:

"In modern terms, this is called persecutory paranoia."

As she spoke, she picked up the wine glass and signaled with her eyes to have a drink.

Now that their cultivation levels are similar, they are both half a step into the realm of Taiyi, and Yang Jiao cannot read minds. He pondered for a while, and finally reached out to pick up the wine glass.

When Cheng Shaoshang saw this, he went ahead as a sign of respect. He even turned over the empty wine glass and showed it to Yang Jiao.

Yang Jiao didn't say much, and drank it down. When the clear wine slipped into his throat, he felt the mellow aroma of the wine and the charming peach aroma. Suddenly, he felt a little dizzy, and he couldn't help but lean on the desk. He went up, put his hand on his forehead, and said again:

"This wine is still so intoxicating. It's as if the spiritual consciousness and magic in the body don't exist. The aroma of the wine directly infects the most fundamental spiritual light of the soul."

Cheng Shaoshang smiled sweetly:

"As the saying goes, there must be a cause and a result. Maybe you wronged me in your previous life, so when you and I meet again in this life, God has eyes and allows me to take revenge on you."

Her eyes spread, her red lips parted slightly:

"Zhu Zhanhe, you and I have been married for many years. Do you have feelings for me?"

"Love?" Yang Jiao put his arm on the desk and said with drunken eyes:

"What is love? It is desire, and I have pity, love, and friendship for you, but there is no such word as love."

"Really? I don't believe it." Cheng Shaoshang said word for word.

Yang Jiao was startled, but found something strange in his body.

"I added some spices to this wine. How does it taste now?"

Yang Jiao suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu, as if he had experienced this situation personally.

"Cheng Shaoshang, if you really are yours, I will teach you a traitor with a bone in the back of his head."

"Traitor? You are wrong. I am the wife you are marrying. Not only in this life, but also in the previous life, you were my son-in-law and I was your bride." Cheng Shaoshang said slowly:

"It's a pity that in that life, you abandoned me alive for the so-called path. I didn't want us to meet again and become husband and wife in this world."

Yang Jiaoqiang supported his increasingly limp body and frowned:

"You awakened the memories of your past and present lives, why don't I have any impressions?"

Cheng Shaoshang's bright eyes slightly curved:

"Yes, why you have no impression? It's not because you are cruel, but the more you want to forget, the more I want you to remember."

After saying that, she waved her hand and dispersed the desk on the couch, and Yang Jiao fell over.

Cheng Shaoshang's figure flashed, and Yang Jiao was already lying on the couch. She stood up, leaned over, and said softly:

"No matter in the past life or in this life, it was you who provoked me first. This is what you owe me."

As soon as the words fell, both of them took off their clothes.

(End of this chapter)