The Jinshui River in early spring is still full of biting cold.

Jian Sheng, who jumped into the river, gave up any resistance and struggle, and let his body slowly sink to the bottom of the river. As the woman Xue Nan said before, although the Jinshui River seemed to flow smoothly on the surface, undercurrents under the water surface were turbulent and whirlpools everywhere.

The undercurrent at the bottom of the river was like a demon's claw stretched out from below, dragging Jian Sheng's body and sinking towards the abyss at the bottom of the river. According to Jian Sheng in the past, she could easily break free. Even when the sharp edge was at its peak, she held the silk sword in her hand and used the sword energy storm formed by Tai Awu, which could cut off the entire Jinshui River in half.

But at this moment, Jiansheng couldn't and didn't want to!

The girl whose sword heart was completely covered with dust. She even had a broken sword bone foundation, her cultivation was like a rootless duckweed, dissipating every minute and every second. Before jumping into the Jinshui River, Jiansheng completely dissipated all his cultivation, just for this last attempt.

From Guangzhou Guangyu City, she has walked step by step towards Shenjing City. The distant journey and the supreme pain in her heart have completely overdrawn Jiansheng's already fragile body. In other words, she was already full of holes and holes, even worse than an ordinary person.

The turbulent Jinshui River was like a giant mouth, sucking the girl's body towards the deep bottom of the river, then leaning down at Jiansheng above, his eyes passed through the undulating river water, and staring at the full moon in the sky above, vaguely.

Looking at the moon in the sky from underwater, it seems like a round mirror is placed in front of you, and the mirror is shaking. What reflected in the mirror is not Jiansheng's face, but her life.

Cold, suffocating, weak and weak attacked from all directions. This was the first time that Jiansheng felt the dying state of an ordinary person without cultivation. In the end, all the energy in the girl's body dissipated, and Jiansheng could no longer feel any feedback from her body. At this moment, all her mind was concentrated on the round mirror in front of her.

As the saying goes, before dying, a person can see the life that happened to himself from the perspective of a bystander, and then the beating scenes flash quickly from the mirror. That is the life that a girl has been born, but no matter how the picture jumps, something always appears in the picture, and that is the sword.

The wooden sword held in his hand when he was a child became an ordinary steel sword when he grew up. Then the seven-star sword caught in the self-burial sword lake, the first-grade Taoist soul silk sword, and then in the end, it was directly cut off by Zhao Yu, representing the Qinglian sword path.

The next breath, the girl who had already sunk to the bottom of the lake suddenly opened her eyes, and the entire Jinshui River shook violently, and then a large number of bubbles rolled up.

"I am Jiansheng, I am born for Jiansheng!"

On the banks of the Xia Palace Lake in Baidi Palace, under the moonlight, Zhao Yu held Yanzhi's hand and walked slowly along the lakeside.

The breeze is pleasant, the moon is bright, and a pair of people snuggle up and walk forward. It looks like a quiet and peaceful time that makes people envious. However, the extremely simple thing that is slowly walking under the moon is actually extremely rare for the young emperor who is busy with trouble.

Therefore, Zhao Yu cherishes it very much, and Yanzhi is also cherished.

There are also a large number of willow trees growing by the lakeside of the Summer Palace Lake. Therefore, under the spring breeze, the catkins, like small balls, are flying all over the sky, just like heavy snowfall alone in spring. Then, under the catkins flying, Zhao Yu matured a lot of handsome face, smiled, and asked softly:

"Did we, the little guys who were not born in the past few days of my war, were they very naughty?"

"Your Majesty also knows that since the beginning, I have never been at ease in my stomach. I vomited so hard every day. It's so naughty."

"This little guy didn't inherit my mature and steady personality at all."

After the young emperor fell with some joking voices, Zhao Yu stretched out his right hand and gently stroked Yanzhi's belly. Then, with some surprising voices, he continued to make it:

"Yangzhi, why has your belly grown so much these days? I remember that when I went to war, it was not as huge as it was."

After Zhao Yu finished speaking his doubts, Yanzhi's smile became even more intense. He turned his head to look at Zhao Yu's black eyes, blinked his big eyes, and responded in a pretentious manner:

"Your Majesty, the old man from the Internal Affairs Department came to see him yesterday. She said that according to the size of my belly, there are more than one little guy inside."

As soon as this said, Zhao Yu stepped forward and stopped directly in place, turned around and asked in disbelief:

"Can you take this seriously?"

Yanzhi nodded with a smile, and a gentle response came out:

"I have recently felt two heartbeats in my stomach."

After the speech, the palace maids following behind with lights in the distance opened their eyes wide open for an instant, revealing a strong and incredible look. Then the palace maids looked at each other and saw a look of wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh from each other's eyes.

Because ahead of them, the young emperor who was originally majestic and heavy, became increasingly vast and rich, and the young emperor who dared not look directly at him jumped up like a child, burst into laughter and burst into tears with excitement. He directly resounded through the entire lakeside:

"My father and my uncle who is missing, this time I must envy me. I am not as good as me in giving birth to a child!"

After the Emperor's voice fell, the pretty palace maid behind could no longer suppress it. She sniffed and made a silver bell-like laugh. Then Zhao Yu, on the lakeside, hugged Yanzhi in his arms and continued to speak:

"Now I want to see how those old ministers in the cabinet will submit a memorial to urge me every day, hahahaha!"

Zhao Yu smiled very happily, with two shallow dimples on his face. Under the moonlight, it looks very beautiful and charming.

Yanzhi looked at it and couldn't help but get crazy. Then two pink clouds climbed up Yanzhi's cheeks. The girl lowered her head slightly, and then said quietly:

"Your Majesty, during the period when you went to war, Qing Niantong, the wife of Lin Xiao of Zhenyu Duke's Mansion, gave birth to a daughter. My concubine sent some congratulations on behalf of the Baidi Palace."

"Yanzhi, you have the will. The Duke of Zhenyu and his family have made great contributions to the Western Xinjiang, so the court naturally cannot forget its roots."

After Zhao Yu finished speaking, he thought for a few breaths and continued to speak lightly:

"When I have free tomorrow, I will go to Zhenyu Gong Mansion in person. After all, our Zhao family and Daxia owe too much to the Lin family."

After the emperor's voice fell, the young emperor sighed softly. In fact, as an emperor, he had to consider too many things, so some things, even if Zhao Yu knew them in his heart, could only be buried in his heart.
Chapter completed!