Chapter 81:

Since the emperor has been enthroned, the post has been pending. Now the dust is settled, and the folks are unprecedentedly happy, even if the Fengjun adults had some bad rumors. Under the deliberate whitewash of the imperial court, it has already been reborn.
Snowflakes are still falling, and there is even a tendency to intensify. Zongtang clenches the hand of this little nephew, and the stagnation of his heart gradually dissipates. He never believes in life, only believes that people will win the day.
Now his baby is firmly in the palm of his hand. He is the emperor of the world. He is the most noble and powerful existence in the world. Who can help him.
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The ceremony of enshrining the ceremony is very cumbersome. After the temple is worshipped, it is necessary to climb the high heavens and hold a ceremonial ritual on the open-air high platform. First, because the phoenix has the Lord, it is necessary to show the gods, and the second is to pray for the good weather and the good fortune.
When you climb the high heaven, you can't have a palace to follow. Naturally, no one has an umbrella to cover the snow. The ancestor will protect Su Shi in his arms and walk forward step by step. At this time, he will worship the civil and military officials and the emperor. Tens of thousands of people outside the city, all toward the direction of the palace, silently praying in a sincere mood.
This kind of ritual is undoubtedly solemn and sacred. Su Shi can feel the fear of the people under the stage for the gods and the imperial power. This kind of atmosphere is very easy to infect others, even he does not feel consciously dignified.
When Zongtang was nervous, he pinched his soft palm and comforted him. The two men stepped on the highest point.
Because it is a sacrificial ceremony, the offerings are very rich, and the table is placed in the center of the three tribute scent, covered with thick satin, and the sacred sacred snow on the satin ignites the tribute. The white smoke is scattered, and the air is lingering with a touch of smoked scent. It is not a good smell, but it is a reassuring taste.
Zongtang inserted the tribute incense on the incense burner. There was no expression on the surface. He turned and walked to the altar. He slowly opened his mouth against the stage: "The purpose of the heavens, Tong’s respectfulness is a good person, now Feng Fengjun, and Tong Tong Shou Tonghui, in charge of Feng Yin co-ordinated harem."
His voice is not big, but it is like a thunderstorm, throwing a sound, passing through the snow and snow to everyone's ears.
The following martial arts martial arts officers screamed for long lived, the Imperial City, the tens of thousands of Yulin army all bowed to the ground, the mouth said "Long live the majesty, Feng Jun Chitose", the momentum is vast and shocking, the entire Imperial City is shrouded in this joy in.
I don’t know when it’s time, the little snow that has been floating has finally stopped, and the East has a fascinating glow of light. The light is shining, the snow is falling away, and the sun is shining, it seems to be a wedding gift for the couple.
- "Zong Yi, I am so happy, I like to be your wife, and I like you to be my husband. Although you are sometimes very bad, but for a long time, only you are with me, I really think you are very Ok……"
Once, the little drunk was said in his arms, but now, even if he is drunk again, I am afraid that he will not rely on him any more.
Zong Pu pulled Su Shi into his arms and whispered in his ear: "Boa, from now on, you will be your husband, you will love you with your life, and will not let you down again."
He was so sincere in expressing his heart, but the little guy who was in his arms just pushed him hard. Without pushing, he hurriedly said, "What do you do, many people look at it, let me go..."
Zong Yi did not speak, nor did he let go of him. He only had a bitter bite on his lips. He once owned this boy completely, but he did not cherish it. He greedily wanted more, but eventually pushed him farther and farther.
The feelings are the most tempted.
If possible, he only wants to return to the ancestor's day. When Zongxu appeared in the phoenix to take his boy away, he descended from the sky, became a hero of the world, and kept his sweetheart in his arms. Suffering from the damage and grievances.
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After the book was sealed, Su Shi’s life did not change much. He only had his own Fengqiu Palace. He did not have to live in the emperor's palace, but Zongxi was not willing to leave him at night.
When the man played a small temper, there was still the grace of a king of the country. If he didn’t say anything, he would get into the bed of Su Shi. No matter whether he was snoring or not, he would give him the bed and rest in the temple. Zongtang also chased the quilt.
The palace people in the Fengqi Palace are not well trained than the Cheng Palace. Seeing this situation almost did not faint on the spot. The Feng Jun adults have many rumors in the folks, they have already been described as gods, but they never expected to The two people's mode of getting along is actually the same, I am afraid that no one will believe when I say it.
Who would believe that the world’s admired King of the Great Jin Dynasty is actually a man who is afraid of being a man who has been shunned by Feng Jun’s adults, and he has been reluctant to go forward with him. It is a model of dead skin and face, which is really eye-opening.
In the night, Zongtang was as usual in the Fengqi Palace. Su Shi had already taken him helplessly. He had to do his own thing and regard him as the air.
He cooked a pot of tea, and the aroma of clearing it came out of the teapot. The ancestors consciously took the cup and poured it. After drinking it, they still sold it. They praised: "The lips and teeth are fragrant, and the heart is spleen. Refined."
Su Shi never knew that the emperor and the rogue could be equated, and he was so angry that he gave him a look.
Zongtang was stunned by his watery apricots. His heartbeat was so powerful that Su Shi was not as cold as he used to be. He occasionally gave him some responses, although these responses were mostly disgusted. It is already enough to be happy.
He smiled and put down the cup, and took the little thing into his arms from behind. He recently liked to talk to Su Shi about some of his childhood, deliberately skipped those embarrassing encounters, and only picked those interesting things to say, Su He is not reluctant to listen to the story, always listening to him.
"It was said that when I was young, I liked to read books. I often sneaked to the top floor of the library to look for books. Once I met a strange old man, he had to be white, wearing a ragged clothes, begging in the capital. The old man, he asked what kind of book he liked to read, and he said that he would say that he had the most subtle art of war in the world, but he would not easily show it to others unless he worshipped him as a teacher..."
He said that he suddenly stopped here, and Su Shi looked at him and urged him to talk faster.
Zong Yi pointed to his lips and lured him: "Boa’s relatives, then he will continue."
Su Shi naturally would not kiss him. He would have to leave if he pushed him away. However, he was taken by the ancestors and forced to kiss him. He seemed to be cheap and licked his lips. He said: "It's sweet."
Su Shi’s eyes sparked and shouted:
Smelly rogue.

Zong Yi’s heart was also very helpless. If someone told him a year ago that one day he would stalk others and do everything, he must be the one who said the nonsense, but only now, except Shameless, he has never thought of another way to save his sweetheart.
It’s better for him to be completely indifferent to him.
He smiled and continued: "The so-called one-day life is the father of the teacher. Where can I just follow the teacher casually? What's more, the person is unclear, if it is calculated."
Su Shi thought, you were only a few years old, and the suspicion is so heavy.
Zong Yidao said: "The old man said that the boy missed the opportunity of Tianda, and he pointed to the art of the law in the library. "There is no such thing as the finest art of war in the world, and the law is not separated from the sect. It is the most exquisite art of war, no need to pick up the wisdom of the people. 'Boa guess what, the old man will be soft and hard, and he must be accepted as a disciple, and also teaches the profound internal strength and martial arts."
Su Shi asked: "Where is that person going now?"
Zongtang pondered for a moment and said: "After dropping out of school, he left the palace. Before he left, he became a good emperor. It is ridiculous that shortly after he left, he was thrown into the cold palace, almost never again. Didn't turn over."
Su Shi did not want to pick up this, he held a gentle porcelain cup to drink tea silently. Zong Yi looked at his lips that were soaked by tea, and his eyes were deep.
"There was no such thing as worshipping him as a teacher," Zong said: "He has inherited his life's hard work, but he has not called him a master. He has been so since childhood. He will not trust others when he is born. There is no reason. Always be alert when you are in the depths of your soul, keep telling yourself, don't trust others, or you will be deceived very badly and lose everything."
Su Shi’s fingers trembled, and the porcelain cup of the palm suddenly fell. The warm tea all fell on the body, but he felt like a painless, licking his lips.
Zongtang was shocked. He reacted very quickly. He quickly removed Su Shi’s clothes that had been drenched with tea. He wiped the hot red skin with cold water. Su Shi was sitting in his arms, and the man was rough. The palm of his hand moved up and down, and he couldn’t remember it, but he felt guilty.
In fact, what qualifications does he have to blame him for using him to test him? Isn’t his feelings about this man fake? He is angry that his trust has been wrongly paid, and that Zong’s feelings are not wrong. In contrast, it is a shame that he is right.
The system that knows the truth is silently dead.
The beloved is sitting naked in his arms, and looks at himself with such an apologetic look. Zongxi thinks that he is not a saint. He finally can't hold the impulse of the surging speed and push people down on the bed.
Underneath is a quilt embroidered with dragon and phoenix auspicious patterns. This little fairy has a fascinating color of water, and I don’t know how attractive it is at the moment.
The two gorgeous lips slowly opened and closed, and said: "Sorry, I am also wrong."
The brain of Zongxi has been confused, and there is only one idea in my heart.
Cute, think X.