The most powerful city in Daxia, Shenjing, after the nine bells and the glorious emperor's voice of the young emperor resounded throughout the city, it completely turned into a sea of ​​jubilation. Until the sun set, the enthusiasm of the entire Shenjing City, which was in a boiling state, remained unabated, but became even higher.

When night falls and every household lit the lights, the huge capital of Shenjing completely turned into a starry sky on earth. Countless lights and stars shine on it, forming a continuous and dazzling night scene.

As dinner time, the endless fireworks in all parts of Shenjing City soared into the sky with the shouts of the people. The extremely warm atmosphere almost tear the thick clouds above Xiong City. Today, because the royal family has given birth to fresh blood, the major restaurants and chambers of commerce in Shenjing City have launched a large number of discount activities.

The most worth mentioning of this is that all the Crescent Restaurants are spread all over the world in Shenjing City, and all the wine and dishes are all half price. As soon as this news comes out, a large number of people will be transported to the closest Crescent Restaurant to try the most authentic hotpot in Daxia.

In fact, it is not just a Crescent Restaurant, but even the Guanjia Market Ruins, which have been closed in Taiping Ruins, are hung at the huge doorstep, representing the halving of the market price.

Tonight's Shenjing City is destined to be sleepless, and in the next few days, billions of people in the 36 states of Daxia will use their boundless enthusiasm to welcome the birth of two new lives of the Zhao clan.

The summer hall of Baidi Palace, the candles and fires are brighter than before.

Although the Interior Affairs Office of the Inner Palace was also given royal bonuses to all the palace maids and nannies because of the successful birth of Yanzhi, the palace maids who knew that the Zhao clan's love for peace still hid their joy and joy in their hearts, and after bowing to the Xia Palace where Zhao Yu and Yanzhi were at this time, they continued to work lightly.

In the back hall of the summer palace, Zhao Yu, who accompanied Yanzhi and his two children after dinner, sat quietly beside the bed, staring at the bed with gentle eyes, one or two young people lying on the bed.

After experiencing the fertility disaster, although Yanzhi has supplemented a lot of life's origins in the cocoon of life, she still fell into a deep sleep at this time. The two newly born children, the boy who was born with introverted and quiet, snuggled his head tightly against Yanzhi's face, and also closed his eyes, but the little girl whose phoenix feathers flashed with her eyebrows was not at all sleepy, but her eyes were open and she looked at Zhao Yu.

The father and daughter looked at each other, and they could clearly reflect their reflection from each other's ebony-like eyes. Then Zhao Yu reached out to pick up the girl, stretched out his fingers and gently scraped the latter's white cheeks, and said softly:

"As soon as I was born, I must be an energetic little guy in the future. Don't burn my White Emperor Palace in the future."

After the young emperor finished speaking, the girl in his arms seemed to be able to understand what Zhao Yu said. When his little mouth tilted, he would cry when he acted. Zhao Yu was so scared that he hurriedly coaxed him. The latter smiled again, his big eyes flashed, and he seemed very happy, but also had a full spirituality.

"You little guy is too naughty."

Zhao Yu smiled and shaved the little girl's cheeks again, then carried her back to Yanzhi's pillow, and continued to speak softly:

"Dad is going to work hard, so just rest by your mother's side. Don't make trouble. It will be difficult for your brother and your mother to rest. They are very tired and very hard."

After the young emperor finished speaking, the extremely sensible little girl then put away the smile on her face, yawned a big yawn, and gradually narrowed her eyes. Then Zhao Yu glanced at the mother and son in front of him again, and turned around and walked slowly towards the outer hall under the respectful sent by the palace maids on the side.

At the entrance of the outer hall of the Xia Palace, Liang Po's burly body stood among the lights and motionless. Then he saw Zhao Yu's figure walking out and stepped forward first. The mellow voice then came out:

"Your Majesty, you have prepared as you ordered, right in the pavilion in the heart of the Great Lakes of the Summer Palace."

After the words were finished, Zhao Yu nodded and continued to take steady steps, leading the beam through the lights emitted by the burning of oil lamps, and finally walked out of the gate of the summer hall that had been opened in advance by the maids, and plunged into the boundless autumn night of Shenjing City.

The autumn wind blew, blowing the treetops, forming mottled and shaking shadows on the ground. After that, Zhao Yu, who had not walked far away, stopped, raised his head, and spoke directly to the empty void in front of him, saying loudly:

"Uncle, come out. I know you want to meet those two little guys."

The voice of the young emperor swirled back and forth in the void outside the summer palace. A violent autumn wind blew, and countless leaves then flew. In the next breath, a tall and thin figure slowly appeared on the road in front of Zhao Yu.

The autumn wind blew up the man's blue shirt, and in the sense of the others, the figure dancing in the blue shirt was like a knife, with a sharp edge that was hard to describe in words, and he was indeed an extremely sharp knife in the world.

The great master of swordsmanship, Huang Ting.

After Huang Ting appeared, he stepped in front of Zhao Yu, bowed and spoke loudly:

"Huang Ting, congratulations to Your Majesty!"

There was a little trembling in the words of this middle-aged man in blue, which shows that his heart was not as plain as it seemed on the surface. Zhao Yu was his sister's child, and now that he has never married and had children in his life, he has become his uncle. How can he not be happy?

"It's all a family, uncle, what are you talking about politely."

Zhao Yu's response fell, Huang Ting stood upright, a smile appeared on his knife-like face, and he spoke directly:

"As your Majesty, you said, I can't wait to meet those two newly born little guys."

"It's too late today, the little guys are all asleep."

After Zhao Yu finished speaking, he continued to walk towards the Xiagong Lake, then waved his hand and a heroic voice rolled out:

"I'll let my uncle meet you tomorrow morning, but I'm happy tonight. Why don't he drink him and not return drunk?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the eyes of the middle-aged man in the green shirt, who was already drinkable, suddenly lit up, and he followed Zhao Yu, who was shaking in the imperial robe, and responded:

"With His Majesty's alcohol, he will be drunk immediately after drinking three glasses of strong wine."

"How dare you underestimate me? I have already let Liang Po put wine and peach blossom wine in the pavilion in the middle of the lake in the summer palace."

The three words "Peach Blossom Wine" came out, and Huang Ting's eyes even subconsciously added his own lips, and then he heard words with unsatisfactory words:

"Your Majesty is thoughtful. The peach blossom wine is moderate in intensity and has endless aftertaste. I haven't drunk it for a long time, so I really miss it."

"I have to go to the morning court tomorrow, so I can't stop drunk until I'm drunk, otherwise I will be burying the old ministers in the cabinet collectively wrote a letter to him."
Chapter completed!