"Girls of your age are the time to be lively and active. Although there are palace rules to restrict it, there is no need to wilt all day long, like an eggplant beaten by frost. But do you have anything on your mind?" Fan Ji said

Sitting behind the desk, he stared at the girl in front of him and asked softly.

Although Fan Ji only has one biological child, Prince Ji Hu, after all, as a prince living in the East Palace, it is Bo Ji, the concubine, who dazzles most in front of his eyes on weekdays. This child has just turned eight years old, and her features are pretty and she looks like a little girl.

, it’s just that she has been feeling depressed recently, and I know what’s on her mind. I have some free time today, so I would like to have a chat with this little girl, so as to enlighten her.m.81??.??m

Boji's delicate eyebrows were knitted together but still looked like she couldn't open them. Hearing this, she knelt down and blessed the gift, saying thanks: "Thank you for your trouble, my daughter is fine!"

"You don't have to hide it," Fan Ji stretched out his hand to pull her over, patted the back of her hand and asked, "Is it because of Prince Qi's incident that you heard the gossip outside?"

Boji's eyes were watery, and she was about to shed tears. She quickly raised her sleeves and wiped them at the corners of her eyes, and replied stubbornly: "My daughter will not marry anyone in the future. She will only stay in the palace wholeheartedly."

Serve your father, queen and queen."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Is there any daughter whose family doesn't get married?" Fan Ji saw Bo Ji's aggrieved look and softened his heart again, and persuaded: "Do you know why women sing "Tao Yao" when they get married? That's because

, If a woman’s life can really be like a peach tree, blooming brightly with peach blossoms, and then smoothly bearing numerous peach fruits, then this life will be truly worthwhile.”

She patted the back of Bo Ji's hand and stroked it: "What happened to Prince Qi has nothing to do with you. It's all my fault and your father's fault. Your marriage may have been too early, which has caused many twists and turns. Don't worry, your marriage will be held in the future."

Your father will carefully select you and discuss marriage after you are old enough. Before that, please relax, you are the princess and I have raised you under my knees. If anyone dares to talk nonsense, I will not spare him."

Boji's face softened a little, and she said goodbye and left. Fanji saw her walking away, his face suddenly turned cold, and he said to Naoyangsi: "Don't let Yiji meet her again in the future, or spread a lot of gossip."

"Empress, it turns out you know everything."

"Can you not know? This palace has been reorganized many times, and the sharp-tongued ones have been kicked out long ago. If she hadn't spread the word, who else would be there?" Fan Ji threw the fan in his hand on the table and said bitterly.

: "The king has just recovered from a serious illness and needs to pray for blessings. Why not take this opportunity to let a group of palace people out."

Nuanyangsi understood and asked, "Should we put Ji Sang on the list?"

Fan Ji nodded, picked up the fan on the desk and shook it gently: "It's her turn."

As the royal capital of Haojing, the hustle and bustle of its market is incomparable to other places. It is the opening season, people in the market are shouting one after another, vendors are shouting hard, and buyers are walking in and out.

Stop. A young man leads a bay-red horse through the market, attracting attention from time to time. The young man is about seventeen or eighteen years old, slender and tall, wearing a red and black arrow robe, with a black double dragon bead on his waist.

He wears a Ge embroidered jade belt and a finger-wide golden python on his forehead, loosely tying up his thick black hair. He looks like a northern Rong man.

The young man ignored the attention from all around him and went straight to the northwest to come to an imposing mansion. The mansion was located in a corner of the royal city and took up a whole street. It was not unattractive. The young man tightened the reins of his horse and looked at the mansion.

The plaque hanging high on the door reads: "The Duke of Zhao's Mansion? This is it!"

He tied the maroon horse to the horse pegs outside the door and walked up the steps slowly. The vermilion door was tightly closed, with a small door open next to it for people to enter and exit. Of course, it was guarded by a doorman.

Seeing that he wanted to knock on the door, the doorman saw that he was angry, stopped him and asked, "What's the matter with our visitor?"

The young man was not surprised and replied: "I want to see Duke Zhao Guo and Brother Zhao Zi Mu."

"Do you have a famous post? Or do you have an appointment?"

The young man shook his head blankly: "I am an old friend of your father-in-law. I come from Chaoge."

The doorman raised his head rather arrogantly: "There are so many people who want to see our Duke every day. They all say that they are close friends of the Duke. How many of them are true?"

The young man had no choice but to take out a jade pendant from his arms and handed it over, cupping his hand and saying: "Please give this jade pendant to the Duke, he will know who I am."

The doorman saw that the jade pendant was warm and delicate to the touch, and he thought it was a rare piece of good jade. Knowing that the matter was somewhat credible, he passed it inside. The young man lingered outside the door for about half a stick of incense, and suddenly

Hearing the sound of chaotic footsteps, a light blue figure rushed out of the small door and hugged him tightly without saying a word: "Duoyou, is it you? It's unbelievable. You haven't heard from your kid for almost two years.

, where have you been?"

Ji Duoyou was indescribably excited and moved when he looked at Zhao Bohu. He saw that his hair was a little messy, as if he was running fast; and when he looked at his feet, he didn't even have time to put on his shoes, so he was wearing no socks.

He rushed out. How could this be the normally upright and upright Duke of the country?

"Hahaha------" Ji Duoyou punched Zhao Bohu on the shoulder and said with wet eyes: "Look at you like this? Tomorrow the whole Haojing City will chew your tongue! If you don't hurry in,

Don’t show yourself on the street!”

The gatekeepers were shocked. Even the King of Zhou did not dare to speak to his prince like this. But Zhao Bohu was not angry at all, but looked overjoyed and happily welcomed the young man into the inner courtyard.

"Where is the hairpin I gave you? Didn't you throw it away?" Looking at Zhao Bohu who was busy serving tea and fruits, Ji Duoyou's tone was filled with sourness.

Zhao Bohu smiled and took out an exquisite wooden box from the back room. It had three layers of drawers. Pulling open the top layer, the strange-shaped white jade hairpin was lying quietly inside. Ji Duoyou left it.

He curled his lips and muttered: "That's pretty much it."

"I have been keeping it for a long time. I am afraid that it will be damaged, so I can't bear to wear it!" Zhao Bohu smiled and punched Ji Duoyou's chest gently: "It's time to talk about you! Why haven't I heard from you in almost two years?

I sent people to Chaoge twice but couldn't get any information about you. They said you went north to the grassland with your mother's coffin and never came back."

Ji Duoyou filled a glass of wine himself, brought it to his lips and took a sip: "I found my grandfather and uncle, and stayed in their tribe for more than a year. Herding horses, sheep, and hunting with bows, my life was very uncomfortable.

!”

Zhao Bohu heard the self-mockery in his words and asked tentatively: "I heard that you had a falling out with General Ji Zheng, and he removed your mother and son from the clan? Is this true?"

There was a sarcastic sneer on Ji Duoyou's lips: "Don't mention him. Now the whole Chaoge City knows that he is not my father. It seems that his wrong treatment of my mother and son in the past is not unkind!"

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"Brother Shen!"

"Um!"

When Shen Changqing walks on the road and meets familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.

But no matter who it is.

There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.

Regarding this.

Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, it also has some other side jobs.

It can be said.

Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.

The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.

Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.

Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.

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Then he will be promoted step by step, and eventually he is expected to become a guardian envoy.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.

Possess the memory of the previous life.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.

Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that are full of chills, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.

At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.

Enter the attic.

The environment changes in vain.

The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.

There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Zhenmo Division.

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