Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1977

The long palace road was immersed in the blue-gray morning mist, and the red walls on both sides looked like two solidified bloodstains.

Shi Anxia walked calmly, her gilded skirt brushing against the blue bricks without stirring up any dust.

She walked this road from her past life to this life.

Startling step by step.

In the distance, the eaves of the palace pierced through the thick fog, like a sword hanging overhead.

The guards on both sides were dressed in iron armor.

She kept moving forward without looking around or looking back.

The Wenhua Hall is filled with the scent of sandalwood.

Emperor Zhaowu sat high on the dragon throne, with twelve jade curtains hanging from his black crown, cutting the emperor's face into pieces.

At that time, Anxia stood in front of the steps where light and darkness met, slightly bent her knees and performed a dignified and standard salute, "Long live the emperor."

She has the privilege of not having to kneel.

Emperor Zhaowu looked down from his high position at the charming woman in front of him, his eyes tracing her drooping neck from behind his crown.

He remembered that the last time he faced her in this palace, he had no interest in the throne.

She knelt on the steps with her big belly and pleaded guilty to him earnestly.

Then she told him all about the glory of being a Beiyi man, and used the fireworks from the beacon towers to draw bloody flowers in his heart.

Then I asked him, "Your Highness, don't you love the North Wing like this?"

It was she who awakened his deep-seated desire for imperial power. It was she who made him measure the beautiful mountains and rivers in terms of love and hate, and from then on planted the ambition that only an emperor could have in his heart.

It was she who encouraged him to "start a more powerful Northern Wing era and look for congratulations from all directions"; the pie she painted for him would only taste good if it was dipped in passion.

He ate it all obediently.

He devoured the magnificent feast she prepared, but hunger was crawling under his dragon robe.

He wanted to hold the red pen with her, build the country together, and see people from all directions come to congratulate him together. Was that wrong?

He wanted to grow old with her, create a prosperous and glorious era together, and have their names recorded in history side by side. Was that wrong?

He wanted to have children with him, to continue his lineage, and pass it down from generation to generation, passing on the good story forever. Is this wrong?

He is the supreme emperor! How could he be wrong?

Emperor Zhaowu's gaze was like a bloody knife, scraping across the cold pool in her eyes.

But the water was too deep. It reflected the twelve beads of the crown, but could not reveal any trace of the emperor.

A man who owns the whole world, just wants to open his chest and carefully hold his burning sincerity to her cold and indifferent fingertips.

This is so ridiculous.

Emperor Zhaowu said dully, "The imperial sister has returned to the capital."

The collision of the jade beads on the crown tassels shattered the tentative tone in his voice.

Shi Anxia smiled slightly, and showed the ivory chess piece with her white fingertips, "Yes, Iron Horse City is lonely, so I came back to Beijing to ask the emperor for advice on a game."

Both parties knew who issued the challenge first.

She raised her eyes slightly, looked at him with her beautiful eyes, and asked calmly, "Want a fight, Your Majesty?"

"What if I lose?" Emperor Zhaowu no longer concealed his true feelings. He leaned forward, his eyes sharp as knives, and his jade tassels rustled. "If I win, what will my sister offer as a sacrifice for this game of chess?"

"I lose, I'm in the game, I'll let you make your move." Shi Anxia stepped forward and knocked the white piece on the imperial desk, "You lose - give my mother back to me!"

The skin was torn off so openly, without any cover. The dignity of each other was split, and the bloody account book was exposed in broad daylight.

Emperor Zhaowu opened his mouth, but couldn't even utter the hypocritical "I don't know what my imperial sister means."

She didn't even give herself a chance to deceive others.

Such a strong woman should have been the queen of his northern wing!

He is bound to win.

Silence is the best response. The game begins. If he wins, he'll have her as his queen; if he loses...he can't lose.

How could he lose?

The legendary "Changping Jun" in the Beiyi chess world has killed many people in all directions and has not met an opponent in eight years.

Who would have known that he, Xiao Zhi, was actually the Northern Wing national player "Lord Changping".

His chess is sharper than his sword.

The thing he was most proud of in his life was his chess skills.

The black jade chessboard was placed between the two of them, stretched out like a territory.

Emperor Zhaowu held the black piece and knocked on the Tianyuan, as if putting the jade seal on the center of the edict. It was like the Nine Cauldrons suppressing the mountains and rivers, and the aura of dominance suddenly emerged.