The Hardest Opening System in History

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read2();　　 Baidi Palace, Lingbo Hall, the old lady's laughter came out one after another.

Since Zhao Yu ascended the throne, he brought rouge to the Lingbo Hall to have a meal with the old lady almost every day in the evening. At the same time, the young Lord of Great Xia exchanged purification potions for the old lady to replenish a small amount of origin every day. .

　　 The original source is supplemented and the mood becomes more comfortable, the cheerful old lady, the whole person's condition is getting better and better, the face is red, smiling, and cheerful.

　　 When eating, the old lady only talked about family affairs and never participated in national affairs. What she said most was when she could hug the great-grandson she was thinking of. Every time she could not raise her head in shame, her face blushed.

"Yu'er, back then, your father and your mother were not fighting at all, so they were pregnant with you. Now you can't do that. Our old Zhao family has too few people. You know that the human monks, the stronger the cultivation base, The more difficult it will be. While you have not yet entered the realm of a great master, you have to work harder with Rouge to give me at least three fat boys in three years."

　　 Zhao Yu put down the dishes and chopsticks, with a bitter expression on his face, stretched out from under the dining table to hold the little hand of the girl beside him, and said:

　　 "Grandma, one this year, you want to burn out rouge."

　　 The old lady's face was not red or heartbeat, she still said a word slowly and gently:

　　 "It's not enough to rely on one person for this kind of thing. You also need to work hard. Don't stay in the Imperial Garden until late in the future. Go back to the Summer Palace and rest early. I will let people stare at you."

　　 As soon as he said this, even Zhao Yu, who had always been calm, was a little blushing.

　　 This very small family was enjoying dinner happily, Liang Po, a burly figure stepped into the hall, and then came to Zhao Yu’s side, and said softly:

　　 "Your Majesty, King Bei'an urgently asks to see you."

　　 Zhao Yu's brows were lightly frowned, and the color of thinking flashed through his ebony pupils. As soon as he wanted to ask him to go to the Royal Garden to wait, he heard the voice of the old lady in his ears:

　　 "Yu'er, it would be nice to call King Bei'an over to have a meal together, and the old man would like to hear what he can do with you so late."

　　 "It's rare for grandma to be interested.

　　 After the steady voice of the young emperor fell, Liang Po stepped out of the hall.

After a short half-pillar of incense, the figure of the old King Bei'an appeared, but he did not wear the original yellow, yellow, green, and very fancy robe, but put on the very solemn and solemn, embroidered blue feathers and red spots. The white beak, the big summer black robe of the sacred bird Bifang, and the entire white hair coiled up at the same time, meticulously, aggressive and vast.

　　 In the entire Lingbo Hall, as King Bei’an stepped into the air, thunder began to appear in the air, accompanied by a tingling sensation, suddenly an invisible wave came from the direction of the Imperial Garden, and all the abnormalities in the Lingbo Hall disappeared.

　　A strange color appeared in the eyes of the old King Bei'an, and then he came to Zhao Yu, knelt down on one knee, with his head drooping, please say:

　　 "Chen, Great Xia Bei'an Wang Jiangyu, see His Majesty Fuyao, Empress Dowager, Long live Your Majesty."

　　 "Get up, you shouldn't have dinner yet, then sit down and eat together."

　　 Zhao Yu raised his right hand falsely. After the king of Bei'an thanked him, he sat at the end, and his own maid put a new set of bowls and chopsticks in front of him, and then quietly stepped back.

　　 "Say while eating."

　　 The steady, watery voice of the young emperor passed from the front, and the old King Bei'an nodded and said:

　　 "The minister came this time to ask your majesty to approve one thing. The minister is guilty of a crime. Please your majesty to expel my knighthood of the vassal, and I will go north to the snowy field to make up for the mistake."

King Bei'an got up and buckled his head to the front. As soon as he said this, Zhao Yu was puzzled. To be honest, he did not have a deep understanding of the older generation of Daxia three kings, including this one. King Bei'an, who has been widely circulated about the deeds of the great summer romance, contacted and communicated with each other only in the short time when he went to Beijing to report on his work.

But the old empress is very familiar with them, and once told Zhao Yu that these vassals are like Wei Guogong, they are the most reliable right-hand man of His Majesty Taizu, and they are also one of the most precious treasures that Taizu left to Daxia. Zhao Yu believed them.

Therefore, the young emperor's brows were slightly furrowed, and the blood-red flower formed by the three avenues of cinnabar bulges upwards. He looked down faintly without anger and prestige. The old king of Bei'an raised his head, his eyes flashed in a trance. The scene in front of him was as if it were yesterday. There was also a man sitting like this, frowning slightly, and mastering the entire surrounding space. Without words, he could know what he wanted to express at this moment.

　　As soon as the old Beian Wang wanted to speak, he heard the faint voice of the old queen mother from the side:

　　 "You finally let her die back then, right?"

　　 "Sister Yan, I'm sorry, Brother Wuji, and I'm sorry to you, and I'm sorry to Daxia."

The prostrated King Bei'an put his head deeply on the back of his hand, his voice was choked, and he was full of many Jiazi. He was in a two-sided confession, unhappy, so he indulged, he fell, just to get a brief moment of relief .

　　 The old lady sighed slightly, stood up from her seat, and then walked to the front of King Bei'an, reached out to lift the latter up, and said lightly:

"In the past few years, I know you are suffering. After all, for anyone, this choice is like cutting out your own internal organs. How proud and energetic you were. I knew about it back then and knew that they were all in it. Forcing you, but I didn’t stop it, because I knew that I was Daxia’s mother and I was responsible for Daxia, but now the times have changed, and the person in charge has also changed. No, so go and explain to the current Lord of Great Xia by yourself."

　　 "Is there a dossier about that year?"

Zhao Yu raised the volume and asked loudly. The sound of the Emperor Gunun surrounded the Lingbo Hall, wave after wave, and after a while, the sound of running was heard from the outer hall. His historian paced from the outside, holding a dossier with both hands forward, and knelt down before sending it directly to Zhao Yu.

　　 After the young emperor reached out and took it, he tore the seal and opened it. The entire Lingbo Hall was silent, waiting quietly for the Daxia file to finish reading the file.

　　 There is only a paragraph above the dossier.

In the thirty-seventh year of the Daxia calendar, the wife of Bei’an Wang Jiangyu was confirmed to be the last heir of the former Ying family, which coincided with the retreat of Emperor Wudi for a period of time, and finally the Li family, the cockroach family, the Xu family, the Liang family, and the Yunyi family They gathered together in the capital city and forced him to kill his wife forever. King Bei'an was like a madman. He returned after disappearing three days later and broke his wife’s neck with his own hands. , Hand in the final decision of the great emperor.

　　 And after this text, there appeared a few small annotations that looked like a phoenix dance, and still glaring after so many years.

　　This matter is over, and I will not be held accountable. If there are any changes, Daxia Zhao will bear it. The destiny of the mysterious bird will be born to Zhao. Do you fear a woman?