Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

In the hall of the Prince’s Palace, King Fukui, Yan Xiaohuafu warmly greeted the Prince of South China’s voyage, and at noon, Ling Jinghan Yuan Shao, who had no scruples Qi and Zhang Qing are also worried. The people are quite old. It is quite speculative. Because the materials in the South are scarce, Jun Yuanhang is also very interested in the business of Baiyun Pavilion. The only one who has not read the book for a few days. Not only has Green been left out, but because he has been running all the year round, he has more to say. Of course, they all say that there are some irrelevant topics. Really involves secret matters. Everyone does not mention tacit understanding. Jun Yuanhang is also smart. Every time I ask questions, everyone has a good impression of him.

"Ah."

At the time of lunch, the screams of the small dumplings suddenly sounded, and everyone heard it. I saw Yan Qiufufu, who was not showing up, holding a small meat group, and carrying a walker. The two men walked out side by side. In this case, Yun Taihao automatically stayed in the yard. After all, the visitor is the Prince of South China. It is inevitable that some of her women will come out to meet each other.

"You two are finally willing to get up? Small dumplings, it's not fun at all, right, come, my brother took you in the car."

Sikong got up and walked over. When he heard that he was going to take the car, the small group was decisively excited and rushed to him. The walker that Ling Jingxuan gave him was the most suitable for him. When he had nothing, he loved to sit in the room and run. Now, for eight months, he has finally lost a little Mimi. After turning over with Lingwen’s help, he finally broke through the bottleneck. Turning over will never let his flesh get stuck, and He can still sit up by himself, although he is very hard every time, but he still only likes to sit in the walker, and the two powerful chubby legs feel the best.

"Bad boy, when you listen to the car, don't even have a father?"

The traitor resentfully handed the little traitor to Sikong, and Yan Ruirui turned back and took the walker from the hand of the wife and put it on the ground to stretch out. The small group that was held in the arms by Sikong suddenly wowed, fat little. The body slammed into the beloved car, and Sikong quickly hugged him, for fear that he would fall to the ground: "Slow down slowly, carefully fall down, come, let's take the car."

There was nothing to do with the small squad, and Sikong said that he would put him in the walker.

"Hello.

When the chubby leg touched the ground, he slid out excitedly. The hall was filled with the innocent laughter of the little baby. Yan Yufufu shook his head helplessly and threw it to the dragon Zhang who came out with a look, husband The two of them sat down with the three men in the middle of the table and sat down in the middle of the table. They stared at the curious staring voyage of the small group. Ling Jingxuan smiled and said: "I am sorry to have waited for the Prince. I was too busy last night. Today, I have decisively overslept."

Today's Jun Yuanhang wearing a golden robes, should be the prince's robes, tall body set off more sturdy, looks like they are bigger than Yan Ruirui, the momentum is also a bit of a sigh, with last night's The heart is very different.

"It’s the house’s thoughts, and it’s bothering. The little king’s car is really interesting, so it’s light and colorful.”

Retracting the line of sight, Jun Yuanhang reopened into a hearty young boy, and he did not talk to other people like a crooked water. What did he say? Ling Jingxuan had a good mood. Lang said: "If you like it, this book will send you One."

Whether it was a walker or a stroller, Zeng Shaoqing had played several ideas. He handed over the drawings to make Baiyun Pavilion a lot of production, but he promised that Yan Ruirui would not sell these two things. No matter how Zeng Shaoqing said, he did not. Nod, as for the gift, it is ok.

"The palace is not welcome. There are also a few children in this palace. The big ones are four years old, and the small ones are only a few months, just right."

Jun Yuanhang is not polite with him. He thinks of the children in the family. The hearty smile adds a touch of darling. The children of the southern country are born in the royal family or the folks. They are all warriors. He has been shooting a few consecutive players in the South, and he plans to teach his children in person.

"Do you have children?" Isn't it true that Jun Yuanhang is only nineteen? How many children are you?

"Oh... the men of the royal family have a special person to teach us about the matter from one to twelve. The father and the queen will also arrange for us to be awaiters. The children are all awaited by the aunt. The palace has not yet娶正妃 and side 妃."

Thinking that he used to be a farmer, Jun Yuanhang was not unhappy because of his gaffe, but he smiled and explained to him. Although he knew it in the morning, his marriage with Princess Qing might have to be blown away, but he still did not want it. Others misunderstood, he did come with sincerity to the Qing Dynasty Imperial City to marry his Prince to go back to the throne.

"is it?"

It’s been almost two years since I came here. Ling Jingxuan is still a little bit uncomfortable with the early marriage of the ancients. Although he seems to be 14th, he will let someone give it.

"The royal family is like this. My second emperor brother hasn't had a formal emperor's embarrassment. There are a lot of things in the house." When I left the country four years ago, it is estimated to be more."

Also, from the royal family, Sikong’s mouth is stunned, and Yan Xiaohua, next to him, does not have a ready-made child? Yan Xiaohua, who is lying in the middle of the gun, wants to cry without tears. He can only helplessly lose his smile. He must know that he will meet Sikong, and he will definitely be as jade as Jiuhuangshu or Zeng Liushu. Now he will not always be a baby wife. I was disgusted.

"In fact, the best childbearing age for men is between 25 and 35. The children born in this age group are the best, while the women are between 20 and 30. It is convenient to give birth to children too early. It's not very good."

Of course, it is said that, in fact, in this era, no man really wants a child after twenty-five. After a woman’s fourteenth five-year-old marriage, in order to gain a foothold in her husband’s family, many also hope to get pregnant as soon as possible, so the ancient Difficulty in yields will be so high, wherever you can hear who is difficult to produce or a big blood collapse, the mother has not mature enough to have children, it is not difficult to produce blood stasis.

"In this way, the palace will not have to rush to smash the prince, and it will be mixed for a few years."

"Haha."

When Jun Yuanhang’s voice fell, everyone couldn’t help but laugh. Ling Jingxuan shook his head and smiled: “Ben’s just talk about it casually. If a man has not passed the 20th, he’s not a royal family, it’s the ordinary people. It is estimated that people have to make irresponsible remarks."

This era is perverted, at least in Ling Jingxuan's view is perverted, men are more than eighteen unsuccessful, women are more than sixteen and there is no husband's family, wherever they go, people will point and look down, of course, Yan Ruirui has less than twenty Except for the unscrupulous, because few people dare to point at them, at least not on the bright side.

"It may be no problem, my southern country is relatively open, and there are many people who marry after the 20th."

For this, Jun Yuanhang is not very concerned about it, just take it for himself. Although there are a few acolytes, but they have not married their wives, they have not rushed him after the father’s mother. This marriage Still, he felt that he had to settle down. After he became the emperor, he still had to have a queen.

"Oh? It sounds like the South is much more free than the youth in the marriage of men and women. I heard that southern Xinjiang is close to the South, and what is the folk customs there?"

Wen Yanxuan, Ling Jingxuan decisively took the opportunity to transfer the topic to the things he wants to know. Nanjiang must not be able to stay. At least, they can’t let them continue to be miserable. Knowing ourselves and knowing each other can be a hundred wins. It’s no harm to know more about them. .

“Well? Wang Hao wants to know about southern Xinjiang?”

Jun Yuanhang raised his eyebrows, and the tiger cub looked at him deeply. Ling Jingxuan did not evade. He nodded. "It doesn't matter. The Prince also knows that Ben has loved medicine and poison. He heard that the poison of southern Xinjiang is the only step in the world. Learn more about it and have the opportunity to go there and see if you want to go there and learn from the locals."

Anyone who knows him a little bit knows that his so-called walk-and-see and study can be more than literally simple. Unfortunately, Jun Yuanhang is not enough to understand him. He is a cautious look: "Wang Hao is best not to get involved in southern Xinjiang easily. If you don't want to abandon it, you will come to Nanguo before going to southern Xinjiang. There are several people in this palace to bring you in. The southern Xinjiang people are extremely exclusive. As long as the accent is not the people there, it is basically difficult to walk. Walking on the street is also possible. In addition to being poisonous, they are particularly united. If you provoke a person, there will definitely be a group of people who will retaliate against you in succession. Whether they know it or not, they will help each other and the muzzle will be consistent."

South Xinjiang is an extremely occluded ethnic group. Under the leadership of the four major families, although the days have passed, the work style has become more and more ruthless, even if they are southern countries, sometimes they will accidentally cross the border. The death is very miserable. Fortunately, in the years of friction, they have also explored a lot of antidote to restrain the poison of southern Xinjiang, basically do not have to fear their poison.

"This way, I heard that the southern Xinjiang is dominated by the four major families. Which are the four big families? Are they local local tyrants?"

Ling Jingxuan touched his chin and continued to ask questions. It sounded like southern Xinjiang seems to be similar to some of the older ethnic minorities in China, but in fact most people are not so vicious. They are just afraid of outsiders and do not want to contact outsiders. Worse, will South Xinjiang be the same?

"Where are the four big families, isn’t Wang Ye the best?"

Wen Yan, the vision of Jun Yuanhang turned to Yan Ruirui, the latter's reflective frown, dismissed: "This king is out of the country all the year round, and rarely pays attention to domestic affairs. In the past, the king of South Xinjiang really wanted to send troops to conquer, but because of The war is frequent, and the king does not know much."

For an occluded nation, he doesn't have much time to get to know it. He doesn't want to know. Naturally, they won't risk collecting too much information about them.

"No wonder, this house is also heard by the grandfather who has passed away. It is said that before the founding of the People's Republic of China, it was actually based on the southern Xinjiang. Later, Qingguo replaced the dominance of the southern kingdom and pushed us to the extreme south. In the land, the founding emperor of Qingguo sealed the southern Xinjiang king of the first family of the southern Xinjiang family. The outsiders only knew that the southern Xinjiang was occluded. In fact, the role of southern Xinjiang is to look after the southern country. However, for hundreds of years As time goes by, South Xinjiang, South China and Qingguo are constantly changing until your first emperor is enthroned. In the past, he had led the army to attack southern Xinjiang. Later, no one knows what happened. I only know that the king of the south of the Jiang family is gone, and the emperor of the emperor has retired. The southern Xinjiang still maintains its own operations. It is reasonable to say that this battle should have a record in the seal of your royal family. I want to know the original, and I will know if I open the dusty copy."

After all, Jun Yuanhang will be the king of the South. He knows the big events in more detail. Hundreds of years ago, the royal family of the South was corrupt and the Qing Dynasty replaced it. However, the founding emperor of the Qing Dynasty did not kill them, just to them. Arrived in the far south, the remaining royals survived with tenacious vitality, and gradually flourished there. At the beginning, they did not think about killing back to regain their hegemonic status, but gradually stand with Qingguo. The steady footing is getting stronger and stronger, and the ambitions are gradually dissipating. Over the past few hundred years, they have gradually settled on the status quo. When it comes to the past history, they are no longer angry and difficult.

"Tai Shang first emperor attacked southern Xinjiang?"

Yan Ruirui’s strange eyebrows, why didn’t he know about it? How could the emperor’s singer’s levy not leave any traces? Is it because the Emperor and the Emperor deliberately obliterated the things of the year? Why is he doing that? Even if he did not succeed in conquering southern Xinjiang, he also took back the title of the king of Nanjiang. It was not a complete defeat. Nothing can't see people.

"This should be true. I think the old man who was waiting for us and the family may know something."

Yuan Shaoqi, who has never spoken, suddenly sinks his face. Ling Jingxuan frowned. "Do you know what?"

Thinking that his mother seems to be a Nanjiang person, Ling Jingxuan's brow can not help but wrinkle more tightly. The affair of Yuan Guogong's childhood has gradually emerged in his mind. Is there any connection between this? Things seem to be more complicated than they think.