Yu Cang nodded and said firmly: "I have been thinking about it for three years, it's time to bring that child back."
He smiled wryly, and said without any concealment: "I saw that group of juniors showing their demeanor on the battlefield and becoming famous all over the world, and I felt uneasy in my heart. Although I was the emperor who conquered the world back then, only one son was in a high position in the court, but on the battlefield. But there is no achievement, and no one even knows the name of the Yu family."
After a pause, he said frankly: "I want to bring Kuyu back, not only because he is the last member of the Yu clan, but also because I want him to go to the battlefield."
There are still fights between Rongguo and Northern Zhao. He is the prince of the country and always hopes that Rongguo can be better.
He had inquired from Prime Minister Ye and Su Xuan, that Jiulu's child was also a talent, and he would be His Majesty's good helper when he came to Zhongqianjie.
When Shen Jiulu was mentioned, Rong Xian's expression was calm, and her emotions did not fluctuate at all.
She dropped Heizi and said warmly, "Since the Duke has made his decision, let's do it. After Shen Jiuliu returns to Zhongqianjie, let him join the army first."
Yu Cang nodded slightly: "This is also what I mean."
The monarch and the minister gave Shen Jiulu's future in a few words, and no one mentioned whether Shen Jiulu would be willing to come here.
Three days later, North Zhao Li County.
Rong Yu was suspended in mid-air, and his whole body was boiling with demonic energy.
He raised his eyes slightly, and the demonic energy instantly turned into a gloomy black cloud and slowly pressed down in the sky.
The cultivator in the city only felt suffocated in his heart, it was difficult to run his Yuan force, and the cultivation base in his body was swept away in strands.
In just a moment, all the monks in a city turned into mortals.
Rong Yu was shrouded in black mist, and only his red eyes could be seen faintly.
Suddenly, the black mist fluctuated.
Rong Yu's feet were unstable and fell from the void.
But he was not angry at all for making a fool of himself, on the contrary, he was vaguely at a loss.
He sensed that a junior in the Rong family was born.
"General Rong, are you okay?" Bu Jinchao hurriedly stepped forward and asked.
Qi Xing followed closely, staring nervously at Rong Yu, lest there was something wrong with Rong Yu.
The red light in Rong Yu's eyes disappeared, he pursed his lips, laughed loudly, and said, "The state is happy, and the world congratulates."
He raised his voice: "Attack immediately and take Lijun in the shortest possible time."
He wants to give Lijun to the little brother or little sister who just had an accident.
Qianjing, the imperial palace.
Rong Xian, who was sitting in the study, was moved and stood up suddenly.
Rong Xian has always been calm and elegant, but now this behavior falls on her, which is obviously a bit of a gaffe.
"Your Majesty?" Hua Kun called worriedly when he saw her sudden change in expression.
Rong Xian didn't make a sound, she flicked her palm in the air, golden light flashed, and a door exuding a simple and simple atmosphere slowly appeared in the air.
Hua Kun's eyelids jumped abruptly, this is the Pond of Creation!
Rong Xian lifted her footsteps and stepped in.
The square Tianzhu guards the square, and at the center is a pool with colorful rays of light—the Pond of Fortune.
Rong Xian lowered her head and stared at the baby wrapped in invisible force in the pool, squatted down and touched the pool water lightly.
A layer of soft, non-aggressive force gently pushed her hand, which is the ability of the pool of good fortune to protect the newborn.
She glanced sideways at another baby in the pool that had grown up from another family, and wanted to reach out and touch it, but there was nothingness where the tentacles were.
Rong Xian was stunned for a moment. She carefully identified it, and only then did she realize that the fortune pool was filled with the power of space.
Everyone who can enter here is divided into different spaces by the power of space, that is to say, even if the baby is close at hand, it is actually far away by an unknown number of layers of space. This ability of the creation pool protects it to the greatest extent safety of the newborn.
Rong Xian's eyes fell on the baby held up by the colorful rays of light on the creation pool, and her eyes flashed with unpredictable rays of light.
She stretched out her hand, and the baby was lifted into her arms by an invisible force.
She looked down at the child in her arms, her face did not show the joy and love of being a mother, but she pondered for a moment, and said to the creation pool with a subtle expression: "Although you have given birth to many children, I still want to say, I will Take care of our son."
After a touch of skin, Rong Xian stepped forward, and the person had already walked out of the pool of good fortune.
After Rong Xian returned to the study, the door to the space slowly closed and disappeared in mid-air.
Seeing Rong Xian come out with a baby in his arms, Hua Kun was a little incoherent with excitement: "This, this is—"
"This is my second prince." Rong Xian said calmly.
Hua Kun stammered out the second half of the sentence at the same time: "My Prince Rongguo?"
The atmosphere suddenly became awkward, okay
After Hua Kun regained his senses, he almost didn't jump up: "Second, Second Prince?"
Rong Xian nodded and smiled, "It's the second prince."
Hua Kun: "... Your Majesty, where is the eldest prince?"
Rong Xian's mind moved, and her consciousness penetrated into the wood spirit bead.
Inside the Lingzhu is a world of its own. In the center of the world, a huge golden snake is lying and sleeping, protecting the baby floating in the air in a guarding manner.
Rong Xian handed the second prince to the flustered Hua Kun, closed her eyes slightly, and the baby in the wood spirit pearl turned into a golden beam and fell into her arms.
At the moment when the baby just appeared, there was no artifact to cover it. In the sea of qiyun clouds above the palace, the lying qiyun golden dragon raised its huge dragon head and shouted in the sky.
Qiyun Xiaolong, who was guarding over the seventy-two county governor's office, bowed their heads in the direction of Qianjing, and shouted cheerfully 'Ang, Ang'.
Everyone felt that the heir of Rong Guo was born.
In the direction of the sky above Qianjing, a dazzling fire ignited, dyeing half of the sky red, and even the sun was eclipsed.
After the fire burned for a moment, it turned into a giant sword phantom, but it disappeared in an instant.
But those who paid attention saw it.
Whether it was a dynasty, a dynasty, or a sect, all of them could clearly see the phantom of the giant sword.
In the Xingchen Pavilion, a man shrouded in starlight stood near the stars, listening to the spiritual thoughts that came to inquire, frowning: "The Sword Emperor should have been killed in the past, and he will definitely not have a chance to be reborn. Now that Prince Rong is born, and there is a phantom of a giant sword, the prince's kendo talent must not be weak."
After getting the news, many spiritual thoughts faded instantly.
The man looked at the newly born star in the sky, and rubbed his eyebrows tiredly: "I don't know if it's right or wrong to cover up the secrets for you."
In the Qianjing Palace, Rong Xian hugged the eldest prince, with a smile in his eyes, and said with great interest: "This is my eldest prince."
She hugged the eldest prince of the Sword Emperor and said warmly, "It is like the perpetuation of the moon, like the rise of the sun. It is like the longevity of the Nanshan Mountain. It is like the luxuries of pines and cypresses, and it is all inherited. My son's name is Hao."
Hua Kun was stunned for a moment, like the eternity of the bright moon, like the sun rising in the east, like the longevity of Nanshan, like the lush pines and cypresses.
This is... Your Majesty's blessing!
What's more, from the word 'hao', it is not difficult to see His Majesty's expectation and love for the eldest prince.
Rong Xian: Sword Emperor's little prince, the future of Rong country depends on you (-o⌒)☆
PS: Recently, the author has suffered from cervical spondylosis, and the pain is terrible, plus the upper limit is exempted, so the update is less, sorry everyone.
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