According to the rules of the Baidi clan and the tradition of the entire Yao clan, if one cannot practice the royal family's kung fu to the highest level, one is not eligible to inherit the throne.
In the past tens of thousands of years, there have been no exceptions, and there has never been a monster princess who was able to cultivate the royal family's exercises to the highest level.
If there are no other princes, then the royal family will recruit relatives, and the son-in-law will be appointed as the prince. After the royal family's kung fu has been cultivated to the highest level, he will become the heir to the Yao clan's throne.
It is a matter of course for many Yaozu subjects that His Royal Highness Luoluo wants to marry, but who she marries is the real key.
Because the man she chose is very likely to be the next generation of Baidi.
Xuanyuan Po didn't see it that way.
Like His Royal Highness Luo Luo, he was a student of the Orthodox Academy, and he was also a patient of Chen Changsheng.
He knows better than anyone else that Chen Changsheng has already cured His Highness Luoluo's meridian problem. As long as she is given enough time, she can certainly practice the royal family's exercises to the highest level. By that time, she will be a The undisputed next-generation Baidi, why bother to recruit relatives
Well, even if His Royal Highness Luoluo will become the next generation of Baidi, she will still get married.
Xuanyuan Po sat on the stone by the bank of the Red River, and suddenly felt his face was slightly wet.
Some raindrops fell with the morning breeze.
It's going to rain, and His Highness is going to get married, this is a natural thing.
Just why do I feel so sad
Of course it wasn't because he had an unknown affection for His Highness.
He is from the Orthodox Academy, and His Highness is the vice president of the Orthodox Academy, and he has the responsibility to protect His Highness.
He knew that His Highness didn't want to marry anyone else at all.
If something happened to her, how could he have the face to meet Chen Changsheng
How much would Zhexiu look down on him
Will Su Moyu cross his name off the catalogue
And... Tang Thirty-Six's mouth.
Thinking of this, Xuanyuan Po felt so terrible that his face turned a little pale.
"Your Highness, I will not let you marry!"
He slammed his fist hard on the rock beside him.
His right arm shrank quite badly, and he didn't seem to have any strength. There was moss on the stone, but there was only a soft sound.
Only by looking carefully can one vaguely see that there are countless extremely tiny electric wires winding around his arms under the sleeves.
Xuanyuan Po left the bank of the Red River.
After half an hour.
There was a thunder on the banks of the Red River.
Sudden illness due to heavy rain.
The big hard rock on the bank split from the middle, and fell into the river with a rumbling sound.
All the moss on the stone surface was scorched to death.
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It has been four years since I returned to the Emperor City from Kyoto.
Luoluo's life is normal.
Just like when I was a child, I was well-clothed and well-fed, learning to practice, playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, climbing high and looking far.
Apart from worrying about Chen Changsheng and those old people from the Orthodox Academy, there was nothing else that could affect her mood.
Her smile is still so sweet, her eyes are still so agile, as if she can talk.
What His Royal Highness Luoluo is going to learn today is the magic sword in Lishan Sword Art.
In the past few years, Chen Changsheng only wrote her a letter, but that letter was very long and filled with a lot of words.
In that letter, Chen Changsheng carefully arranged all her homework for five years.
From this point of view, although Chen Changsheng is not a particularly competent teacher, it can't be said that he didn't put the slightest effort into it.
As for why he wanted to learn the Mount Li Sword Art, it was because Chen Changsheng felt that the Mount Li Sword Art was the best, and it happened that the master formula of the Mount Li Sword Art was in Luoluo's hands.
Chenfeng slammed the raindrops on the window, and Luoluo's eyes left the sword manual and landed on the window, looking at the soaked raindrops, and seemed to be looking at the distance beyond the rain.
During these four years, she studied very diligently and did not miss any time.
As long as she can master the Lishan Sword Sect's magic sword, the homework Chen Changsheng assigned her will be finished soon.
This was a full year earlier than estimated in that letter.
"If you finish all these, sir will come to see me, right? At least... I should write another letter and assign new homework."
Luoluo thought silently, restrained her mind, and continued to watch the sword manual.
Li Nushi looked at her with doting eyes, both proud and distressed.
Raindrops tapped on the window, and there were sounds of kneeling and footsteps.
Luoluo was slightly taken aback, raised her head to take a look, let out a happy whisper, and rushed over there.
She hugged Mrs. Mu's arm, shook her head gently, and smiled sweetly, a little like she was acting like a baby, but more of missing and getting close.
Madam Mu smiled and touched her face, and spoke a few words of concern in harmony.
After talking some gossip, Luoluo began to ask some questions about her practice, and Mrs. Mu answered them seriously.
Time passed slowly like this.
Mrs. Mu left.
Looking at the direction in which she disappeared, Luoluo gradually withdrew the smile on her little face, looking a little sad for some reason.
"Has it really been confirmed?"
"Yes, it has already spread in the city... The source should be the guards in Yuanzhu Pavilion."
Luoluo's sadness lies in the fact that Mrs. Mu hadn't told her about it until just now.
She looked at Li Nushi, and asked slightly hopefully: "Is it possible for father to leave the customs within half a year?"
Li Nushi said in a low voice, "Probably not."
Back then, the White Emperor and the Demon Lord had a shocking battle in the snowy field north of the cold mountain, and both sides suffered losses.
The demon king was directly forced from the throne by the black robe and the demon commander, knocked down the abyss, and was finally killed by his own son with the starry sky in Xueling.
Baidi was also seriously injured, and he learned something from this battle. After returning to Baidi City, he began to retreat and cultivate, hoping to make further progress while recuperating.
Up to now, this overbearing Monster Race Supreme has not appeared for five years.
Luoluo looked at the majestic lines on the sword manual, and after a moment of silence asked, "Where is Jin Changshi?"
"The guards are still very strict. If you want to get in touch, it's hard not to be discovered."
After a moment of hesitation, Li Nushi said: "Even if you contact Jin Changshi, he has nothing to do."
"Makes sense."
Luoluo continued to ask: "Xuanyuan Po is still in that tavern?"
Hearing Xuanyuan Po's name, Li Nushi couldn't help showing a smile on her face, and said, "And I will go into the palace every day to look at the menu."
Luo Luo smiled and said: "You send someone to watch him, if he wants to do something, just knock him unconscious and send him back to the capital."
Li Nushi responded softly, and then couldn't help sighing.
Luoluo's status is extremely noble, but now when her mother wants to control her, she can't find any helpers.
The only bear youth who could help her and always wanted to help her, but she couldn't bear him to be in a dead end because of herself.
"Do you know what I'm most afraid of?" Luoluo said in a low voice.
Li Nvshi was slightly taken aback.
Luoluo was silent for a while, then said: "What I'm most afraid of is, isn't mother afraid that father will be angry after doing this?"
This is also something Li Nushi has never figured out.
"If the mother is not worried, then there are only two possibilities. One possibility is that the centuries-old relationship between them is fake, and the mother will be unfavorable to the father, and the most terrifying speculation is that the father also knows this matter."
When she said these words, Luoluo's expression was a little bewildered, as if she was very helpless and weak.
Li Nushi finally couldn't help asking: "Your Highness, why don't we send a letter to the human race?"