Chapter 968: : Yang Tiantian's Fantasy Land

Yang Tiantian's daughter is Yue Zitong.
The name Yue Zitong was personally named by the Yue family.
Although it is normal for a grandfather to name his granddaughter in ordinary people's homes, it is a great honor for Yang Tiantian's mother and daughter to be able to name the granddaughter by the grandfather in the Yue family, where the status of women is not high.
At that time, she only thought that the old man liked his daughter so much that she named her herself, but she never thought about it.
Now, listening to this man calling Empress Xiao’s sculpture Zitong, Yang Tiantian suddenly realized something.
Zitong is the name of the king's wife.
Many young couples who want their daughters to become phoenixes will also give their daughters this name. It is normal for Yue to give their granddaughters this name.
But it is not normal.
As for what was abnormal, Yang Tiantian didn't dare to think too much.
As if he knew what Yang Tiantian was thinking, he asked in a deep voice, "Are you thinking, why is your daughter also called Zitong?"
Yang Tiantian, who was in thought, trembled slightly after being said that the center had happened, raised his hand to wipe his eyes, and looked up at him: "Yes, yes."
She just saw what the man in front of her looked like.
The man is tall, wearing a black embroidered golden dragon suit, wearing a bead curtain to the sky, a pale face, with an imperial air that is not angry or presumptuous.
He is the man who would break into her dream every midnight since the third day of March.
His appearance suddenly looked like Li Nanfang.
But when you look closely, you will find that he is much more "mature" than Li Nanfang, and he doesn't have the scumbag Li's subdued human beings, but there is a way that makes people look at him and feels light. I trembled, felt an invisible pressure, and couldn't help but look away.
"You, who are you?"
Yang Tiantian asked tremblingly, looking down at his feet.
The man's feet were mostly covered by the black rusty dragon robe hanging down to the ground, only a pair of black-faced and white-bottomed toes were exposed.
These are sky-climbing boots, and those with painted faces in Peking Opera will wear this kind of boots.
"You know who I am."
The man said lightly: "It's just that you dare not say it. I can't believe it. During this time, I will be lucky to you every night."
"You, you are-Yang Guang."
Facts proved that the man was right. Yang Tiantian did know who he was, but she didn't dare to say it. When she summoned the courage to say it, her heart was banging the drum, and her right hand secretly pinched her thigh, hoping to get from Wake up from this absurd dream.
Who is Yang Guang?
It was one of the three most famous monarchs in the history of China, and it was on par with Xia Jie and Shang Zhou.
Although Li Tang deliberately discredited him in order to mislead the people and sit firmly in the world, it has been passed down from generation to generation for thousands of years, and the fake will become real.
The great man thousands of years ago.
Now he stood in front of Yang Tiantian alive, and said that he would visit her every night.
This is not a dream, what is it?
"You don't need to pinch your legs, you are not dreaming, it is true."
Yang Guang actually saw Yang Tiantian's secretly pinching his legs and asked coldly: "Why, are you unwilling to be lucky?"
"No, it's not."
Yang Tiantian was extremely frightened after being talked about by Yang Guang again.
Especially when he heard that he was a little angry, no one reminded her, and no one taught her. She instinctively crawled on the ground, her forehead touched the cold wooden floor, and her body trembled violently as if she was swinging.
The majesty of the emperor who commanded the three armies in his twenties and killed countless people in the Southern and Northern Wars was not something Yang Tiantian and a weak woman could bear.
Yang Guang was accustomed to it, and when he walked slowly behind her with his hands on his back, one hand was placed on her beautiful buttocks that was protruding because of prostrate on the ground.
Yang Tiantian's body, which was already trembling, shook again like an electric shock.
Yang Guang seemed to chuck lightly, very proud.
He patted his hand with full flexibility, and said: "You should have heard what I and Zitong said just now. It is true that you are the descendant of the village girl who happened to be lucky when I went south to appreciate the Qionghua road thousands of years ago. However, it has been a thousand years since the Great Sui Dynasty until now, and you have as many as thirty-seven generations. The saint cloud, when the bones and blood are passed down to the ninth generation, there is no connection between them, and everyone of the same race can be married, not to mention you Is it the thirty-seventh generation?"
Yang Tiantian wanted to say that even though it has been passed down for thirty-seven generations, it has been thousands of years, but your blood and bones are still flowing through my body.
She was afraid to say.
Because she knows very well that the so-called noble lineage will be in the same line, and the argument that it has a long history for more than a thousand years is not true genetically.
In those days, Yang Guang's son, the child born after marrying his wife, had already been "diluted" in half by the woman's own blood.
The so-called saying that grandfather loves grandson is a generational relationship, that's how it came about.
The grandson married again and had children. Yang Guang's noble blood was diluted again to only a quarter of the original.
After the ninth generation, the grandson of Yang Guang's grandson's grandson inherited his noble lineage probability, which was only a few tenths.
At this time, the noble genes he inherited have been far away from the disadvantages of "marriage with close relatives".
What's more, it has a long history after thirty-seven generations?
To be honest, it is said that after so many algebras, whether Yang Tiantian's father is a direct descendant of Yang Guang has yet to be verified, let alone being suspected of being "close relatives".
Therefore, both theoretically and practically speaking, Yang Guang, the "old ancestor", can completely incorporate a beauty after thirty-seven generations into his harem.
But from a certain point of view, this is totally unethical.
But the question is, who else has a girl who was lucky enough to be traced back by her thirty-seventh generation ancestors?
This kind of thing is nothing short of nonsense.
To the current Yang Tiantian, it is real and strange.
"You don't have to bear any psychological burden. Alas."
Yang Guang finally retracted his hand on Yang Tiantian, and sighed on his back, "What's more, I am lucky to be in your dreams. In addition to bringing changes in your aura, it also affects you. Your state of mind, making you younger and younger, will not cause you any substantial changes."
Substantial changes, of course, mean specifically "conception".
I don’t know why, after Yang Guang’s faint sigh penetrated into Yang Tiantian’s ears, she only added to his pitiful feeling, she just wanted to hold him in her arms, and comfort her with her feminine gentleness. Down him.
It’s just that Yang Guangsenran said,
I am an emperor through the ages without waiting for her to move. The grievances and sufferings I have suffered, and Hsinchu’s hardship. The emperor, no matter how miserable his fate is, he does not need anyone Your pity. Just because none of you has the qualifications!"
"Chen concubine, dare not."
Yang Tiantian didn't realize that when she blurted out the word "concubine", she was quite smooth, without a trace of blockage.
Only the fear after the mind was penetrated again.
Yang Guang was accustomed to it. He walked around her with his hands on his back and slowly said: "Since you have already set foot on the Cliff of Lost Souls at the third day of March, let me feel that I am thousands of miles away from the Valley of the Kings. It is fate to venture out of the host who should have coexisted and died, and come back to be with you. This is fate. Well, the destiny arranged by the heaven and earth."
"But so far, the fate between you and me is temporarily exhausted. I, I want to leave the Imperial Valley and return to the evil barrier."
In Yang Guang's tone, there was an obvious reluctance: "This period of time is actually the happiest time I have been dead for thousands of years. You are not bad."
Yang Tiantian wanted to say thank you very much, but her mouth just moved.
When the emperor praised his subjects, he did not bother to hear her thank you.
"You may be puzzled. How could I return to the world from a thousand years ago?"
After Yang Guang asked this question, without waiting for Yang Tiantian to answer, he suddenly raised his hand and clenched his fist, and roared sharply: "That's because I am unwilling! I am unwilling to stay in the dark Jiuyou forever, suffering from those wastes. Shame!"
His roar caused the golden bells under the eaves of the nine-story pagoda to resonate.
In Linglingling's ringtone, there were other sounds that came from outside the window.
Wind.
The sound of rain.
Wanma galloping sound.
Tens of thousands of soldiers paused vigorously, hissing and roaring: "Victory, victory! Wansheng, Wansheng, Wansheng!"
Click!
The thunder also exploded from mid-air.
When a dragon-like lightning swiftly passed through the nine-story temple, Yang Tiantian suddenly saw that those paper people, mud tires, and all human-shaped objects, including Empress Xiao, were all creeping on the ground.
There is a evil spirit, which spreads from heaven to earth suddenly.
This is the power of heaven and earth.
The power of the emperor!
Yang Tiantian just raised her head and knocked on the ground again.
Shaking all over.
She didn't have the opportunity to look at the situation outside, but she could only imagine that outside the nine-story pagoda, at this time, there were already boundless soldiers gathered.
The war horses neighed, the long beams of cold light flickered, and the crimson flags fluttered with the wind.
Under the violent storm, Zhang Xutuo, Mai Tiezhang and other famous historical figures who were loyal to Yang Guang rode their horses to gallop in front of thousands of battlefields, holding aloft the long wind, shouting Wansheng, Wansheng!
At this time, just an order from Yang Guang, loyal to his great Sui cavalry, will form a black wind with murderous intent to fight the bull, and break through the valley of the emperors----
Anyone, in this power of changing the color of the world, only like Yang Tiantian, can only curl up his trembling body as best as he can, and dare not take a breath.
"Ha, haha!"
Yang Guang laughed wildly, opened his arms, strode to the window, pushed away, and pointed outside and shouted at the sky: "Look, that's my soldier! That's my world! That's me!"
Roar!
A clear and clear dragon chant, as if coming from outside the clouds of Nine Heavens, cut off Yang Guang's wild laugh.
Yang Guang was stunned, suddenly possessed and grabbed a clay statue, and threw it out of the window severely: "Why, why! Why have I been imprisoned for so many years! Why, let me stay in the body of that evil species , I can no longer rate my 100,000 tigers and wolves to fight for the dominance of the world and smooth out all the monsters!?"
No matter how angry Yang Guang was, heaven and earth suddenly fell silent.
The sound of violent storms, tens of thousands of horses galloping, and the roar of 100,000 tigers and wolves were all silent.
There was a soft moonlight, and I don't know from which angle it reflected, and it filled the entire nine-story temple.
A piece of peace.
"Why, why is this?"
Yang Guang seemed to be a dozen years old in an instant, loosening the window feebly, staggering back a few steps, and squatting in front of Yang Tiantian with a thud.
He bowed his head and closed his eyes.
Muddy tears dripped down his pale cheeks.
He murmured to himself, which made people sound extremely distressed: "Why do you want to mislead my emperor's descendants to hate me so much? For thousands of years, I have been searching for my whereabouts, and I must beheaded before the statue of Xuanyuan God and me. Digging? Is it true that I am really wrong?"
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