Farming and reading lady

The father and son watched the Gu family leave. Yan Nianjun looked at his son's somewhat lost expression and said, "Sincerity can move mountains. Son, keep working hard."

It's obvious that the little girl hasn't fallen in love yet. The look in her eyes when she looks at her son is so clear. It seems like his son's journey to chase his wife is going to be very long.

Yan Tian could naturally see that Gu Xixian had no interest in him, at least not at all at the moment. What could he do? If he didn't want to give up, he could only keep trying. Fortunately, their Yan family didn't have too many restrictions on the age of men getting married, so everything was up to fate.

After leaving the Yan family, the three generations of ancestors felt that they had solved a major problem, and they felt relieved. When wandering on the street, they also met several heads of other families. After an awkward chat, they went to "wait and see" several small shops in the capital. The old men went home to rest, and Gu Xixian, who was in her prime, went to visit her bestie alone. In the capital now, there are still very few people who can cause harm to her, of course, that possibility is not ruled out. After all, she still understands the truth that there are always people better than you.

When the emperor returned to the palace, he put aside the ease and comfort he had when facing Gu Xixian and the others. If Guizong City amazed him, then the trip to Aowu shocked him. He could see through the psychedelic array that Gu Xixian could see through. That face that looked 50% like Yan Nianjun was like a heavy hammer hitting his heart. He didn't know whether the old men of the Gu family were pretending or they really didn't know. He only knew that Aowu Country and the Yan family were definitely related.

Pinching his nose, he turned and walked deep into the palace. Surrounded by the magnificent palaces and unnoticed by outsiders, there was a large courtyard with lush vegetation. There were several huge ancient trees in the courtyard. The trunks were so thick that three or five people would have difficulty hugging them. In the courtyard, apart from the rustling of leaves when the wind blew and the chirping of insects in the bushes, no other sounds could be heard.

The emperor came to one of the giant trees and tapped the trunk with his five knuckles. The trunk, which had no flaws at all, suddenly cracked open a crack that was only wide enough for one person to pass through. The emperor slipped in. It turned out that there was a different world inside the tree. There was a stone staircase extending downwards, illuminated by night pearls on both sides. At the end of the stone staircase, it was even brighter. There was a golden ball hanging high, emitting sunlight like the sun, illuminating the surroundings as if it were daytime outside. What was even more surprising was that there were several old men sitting in different postures. Although they were called old men, judging from the wrinkles on their faces, they were obviously different in degree of age.

"My dear grandson, what is the matter that has made you come here this time?" asked one of the old men who looked obviously more dignified than the others.

"Greetings, elders." The emperor bowed to them one by one before replying, "Ancestor Yuan, I went to Aowu Country by chance this time..."

Before he could finish his words, the Yuan Patriarch waved his hand and interrupted him with a smile: "I guess you saw a familiar face? Haha, it's okay, don't panic, our Murong family knows about this matter."

So, he was the one who was kept in the dark?

"Why, your predecessor never mentioned this to you?" Another ancestor asked in confusion, "Who is the one in front of this little grandson? So unreliable?"

The emperor glanced at the person next to him…Isn’t my predecessor your biological son and my biological father?

The former emperor touched his nose when his son stared at him. "I was in such a hurry to pass on the throne that you forgot. Son, I didn't mean it. But my son is a lucky man. You know it yourself without me telling you. Are you surprised or surprised?"

Everyone...it turns out that good fortune can be used in this way?

The Murong royal family is different from other countries. The throne is not inherited by the eldest son, but by a capable person. This capable person can be the son of the current emperor or any other descendant of the royal family. He is lucky to be his father's son, but his father is not very reliable. And the tone of his voice, why does it sound like he is seeking credit?

The emperor was speechless. Having a father like this, he wanted to become autistic.

"Don't worry, little grandson. Just be a good emperor. Ao Wu will not become our enemy." The original ancestor comforted.

The emperor... was not comforted: "Grandfather, the Yan family is located in the heart of our Da Ling."

"So what? Who doesn't have a trump card in hand? Don't worry, the Yan family in the capital is just the Yan family, they can't do anything wrong. If he dares to do anything ill, there are people who will stand up for us." The original ancestor was obviously confident.

"Ancestor, do you mean that the thirteen families will check and balance each other?" You have to give him some reassurance and let him know where this confidence comes from, right?

"I guess so. My little grandson, our Murong family also has a solid foundation." The original ancestor continued to reassure Hua.

Well, he is a strong man of the Nth generation. If the sky falls, he has these people to hold it up. No matter what. The emperor is in the late stage of lying flat syndrome, and he really doesn't bother about it anymore. Instead, he sits down and talks to a few people about the recent situation outside, and some interesting things. After all, these people have rarely been to this underground palace since they abdicated.

"Oh, the Gu family really has two geniuses?" an old ancestor asked curiously.

"What's so strange about this? You know how amazing that person was at the beginning. How could the person he spent more than ten years to deduce be mediocre?" Another old ancestor said slowly with his eyes closed.

"However, being accepted as a disciple by the Immortal Master is still a bit unexpected." The original ancestor looked at the emperor and asked, "Has anyone seen the Immortal Master?"

The emperor shook his head: "Probably not, but that day..."

The emperor recounted the story of the voice transmission in the air that day, and then said: "Although no one has ever seen the immortal master's face, the divine beast really exists. This time, my grandson is traveling on the divine beast."

"Oh, there is such a thing? What does the divine beast look like? Tell me quickly." The original ancestor's curiosity was also aroused.

"That is a divine turtle named Gui Duanming. Normally, it is only the size of a baby's palm. When nothing is happening, it curls up into a ball and takes a nap on the little girl's shoulder. Its body can change shape. Although I don't know what its maximum limit is, it can at least be as big as a mountain. And it is incredibly fast." The emperor said while gesturing with his hands.

"How fast can it be? How does it compare to a Ferghana horse?" an old man asked.

The emperor shook his head. "No horse can compare to it. Take the northern border section for example. If you run at full speed without stopping, and you have to ensure that the horse has normal physical strength, it will take a month or so. But it only took three to five days."

"Hiss." Everyone gasped. This speed was worthy of a divine beast.