Kaifeng, in the palace.

Concubine Pang sat in the yard, eating a pear, and watched Zhao Zhen running around in front of her with Xiangxiang in her arms.

There was a lot of dust on the hem of Emperor Zhao Zhen's robe, but he ignored it. He hugged Xiangxiang while shaking and running, making his daughter giggle. Xiangxiang is healthy and cute. She can already tell that she is a beauty at a young age. The key is that she is still well-behaved, brave, and doesn't like crying. She looks quite like Zhao Zhen when she was a child, with a very calm personality.

Zhao Zhen was having sex with Xiangxiang when he saw Eunuch Chen at the gate of the courtyard signaling to the outside.

Zhao Zhen was slightly stunned, stopped, handed over the already sweaty fragrance to Concubine Pang, and turned around and walked out.

While wiping Xiangxiang's sweat, Concubine Pang looked outside... She saw Zhao Zhen walk out of the yard, and Nangong Ji is waiting for him outside the door.

Nangong held a scroll in his hand and whispered a few words to Zhao Zhen.

Concubine Pang stood up in her arms and went back to the house. She had been married for many years, and she could feel from Zhao Zhen's back that something important should be.

Zhao Zhen and Nangong Ji arrived at the study together.

After Nangong Ji entered the door, he closed the study door with his backhand.

Zhao Zhen had already sat behind the desk, raised his hand and held his chin to look at Nangong Ji standing in the middle of the house... To be precise, it was the scroll in Nangong's hand.

Nangong asked Zhao Zhen, "Your Majesty, do you see it now?"

Zhao Zhen nodded.

Nangong then "sweeps" and shook the long scroll in his hand.

As the scroll unfolded, a portrait of a person who was tall appeared in front of Zhao Zhen.

Zhao Zhen raised his head, looked at it, and then frowned slightly, "It seems..."

Nangong Ji nodded, "Well, I also think my subordinates look very similar, but..."

"The temperament is completely different." Zhao Zhen shook his head.

While speaking, Zhao Zhen stood up, took the portrait from Nangong's hand, hung it on an easel, took a few steps back, and continued to look at it.

Nangong also came behind Zhao Zhen and watched with him.

I saw that in the portrait, there was a man wearing a black dragon robe, who was in his twenties, heroic and noble, and had a look of 90% like Yin Hou.

"Where is the person?" Zhao Zhen looked at it for a long time and asked Nangong.

"I brought it, but he was too old to walk, so he was carried by a chair."

Zhao Zhen nodded, "Come in, I have something to ask him."

"Yes." Nangong nodded and walked out.

After a while, a few shadow guards walked in with a recliner.

On the lounge chair was an old man with pale hair, thin face, and his face covered almost all his facial features, while his gray robe was very clean.

The old man's eyes were slightly open, and his calm eyes suddenly changed when he saw the portrait. His eyes were instantly wet, and a tear fell out of his eyes, passing through his old cheeks. The vicissitudes and sadness made Zhao Zhen feel inexplicably moved.

"The stars are as vast as the sea, falling in a moment, the troubled times will no longer exist, and the glory will be destroyed..." Zhao Zhen looked at the old man and said lightly, "General Situ, I have long admired him."

"Hahaha..." The old man laughed, with a little bit of phlegm and coughing, "The world is different, and people like you can be emperors..."

Nangong frowned slightly, his eyes were not good, but Zhao Zhen waved his hand gently, as if he didn't care. He looked at the portrait not far away and nodded, "Yes, the world is indeed different. People like me can sit firmly and there is no big deal when I go to court every day. Don't worry about someone usurping the throne or foreign enemies sneak attacks. The wives and concubines in the harem are harmonious, and there is no authority for foreign relatives. I can still take some time every day to accompany my wife, daughter and mother."

The old man listened quietly, without any expression on his face. After a long time, he seemed to sigh, "Probably this is what he wants... it's not bad."

"This portrait was found from the old house of the painting saint Zhang Tang." Zhao Zhen said, nodding to Nangong.

Nangong said, "Zhang Tang's old house has been locked. His children have family precepts for generations. Do not open the door to that studio unless..."

"Unless... the war starts again and the troubled times come again..." the old man smiled, "That old ghost is also stubborn."

"I have a question to ask you." Zhao Zhen looked at the old man and asked, "Is the Eagle King in this portrait the portrait?

The old man raised his head and looked at Zhao Zhen, "What are you doing?"

Zhao Zhen said, "I have a friend who looks very similar to this person."

The old man was slightly stunned after hearing this, and then smiled, "Impossible."

Zhao Zhen was puzzled, "Why is it impossible."

"If your friend really looks like this person, you are no longer the emperor." The old man looked at Zhao Zhen with a little hurried, "Isn't it?"

Zhao Zhen was a little embarrassed, coughed gently, and sighed, "To be honest, I don't want to be unfavorable to the Queen of Eagle, on the contrary... I am afraid that someone will harm them, so I want to find out some things."

The old man didn't say anything, and after a long time, he said, "If you ask me such a question, I can't answer you."

Zhao Zhen looked at him.

"Because when I was born, the Eagle King was dead." The old man said lightly.

"What about his descendants?" Zhao Zhen did not give up and asked, "Or, I will change my question. Do you know this person in the portrait?"

The old man smiled, raised his eyes, looked at the portrait again, and sighed, "You have never experienced that era, you will not understand... People you have never seen before will never understand."

Zhao Zhen stared at him for a while and nodded, "You said you had never seen the Eagle King, so... this is not the Eagle King, right?"

The old man's eyes returned to calm again, "It doesn't matter anymore... He has been dead, for a hundred years. Both of them are dead... and they fall with the last star and will not look back."

The old man slowly closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Nangong Ji looked at Zhao Zhen.

Zhao Zhen nodded slightly, and Nangong asked someone to send the old man back.

Close the study door, Nangong Ji walked to Zhao Zhen who was still looking at the painting and said, "Situ Lang fought with that person back then... So, the portrait should be Yin Hou's identity when he was young, and Yin Hou's identity can be confirmed."

Zhao Zhen nodded gently, stared at the person in the portrait, and said to himself, "The only person I have ever seen is even more like a god of war than Uncle Jiu..."

Nangong Ji seemed a little worried, "If so, the identity of the Heavenly Lord could be confirmed... They were actually the two people in the legend, and they couldn't believe it."

"The last star fell..." Zhao Zhen murmured to himself, walking to the bookshelf behind the desk and took down a box.

Nangong Ji looked at the box and was a little puzzled.

"This is a relic from Li Bing's tomb back then." Zhao Zhen opened the box and said, "Li Bing's corpse has never been found, only this box." As he said that, he took out a moonstone from the box. I don't know whether the stone was carved or formed naturally, and it was the shape of a star.

"The stone will be very bright at night." Zhao Zhen said, "This is what Li Bing is buried in the imperial tomb. I have never known what it is. Thinking about it now, it turns out it is him..."

Nangong Ji was silent for a moment. According to the origin of Yin Hou and Tianzun, "Is the Silver Demon King? Is he related to Li Bing?"

Zhao Zhen smiled, put the stone back into the box and arranged it again.

Nangong was still waiting aside.

Zhao Zhen asked him, "Have you eaten?"

Nangong was stunned, "Uh..."

Zhao Zhen said, "Go to have a meal now. You have been traveling for more than a month. I will give you a few days off and have a good rest."

Nangong Ji saw Zhao Zhen walking leisurely, as if he was going back to Concubine Pang's yard to continue teasing Xiangxiang, so he chased after him for a few steps, "Emperor."

"Um?"

Nangong hesitated for a moment, "Without Yin Hou's identity, is it really okay for Zhan Zhao to stay in Kaifeng?"

Zhao Zhen smiled slightly, patted his shoulder, and whispered, "Precaution that something has not happened today."

After all, Nangong obeyed Zhao Zhenyan's plan. Since he said that, he had to nod, "Yes."

"Don't be so serious." Zhao Zhen patted him, "Go to have a meal." After that, he ran away with the sleeve of the dragon robe.

...

At this time, Zhan Showa Bai Yutang was also having a meal.

Bai Yutang looked at Zhan Zhao with a bowl of soup. Zhan Zhao seemed to be competing with someone while eating, and seemed to be thinking about something. Bai Yutang felt that this cat was talking about today.

After drinking the soup, Bai Yutang saw that Zhan Zhao seemed to be full, so he put down the bowls and chopsticks.

Bai Yutang was about to ask the clerk to pay the bill, but suddenly, Zhan Zhao called him, "Yutang."

Bai Yutang looked back at him.

Zhan Zhao looked at him and asked, "Have you heard the Heavenly Lord talk about what happened before he was thirty?"

Bai Yutang was slightly stunned and looked at Zhan Zhao, "Uh...some...sporadic fragments?"

"For example?" Zhan Zhao asked.

Bai Yutang thought for a while, "Drink with friends, compete in martial arts, etc...."

"What's specific?" Zhan Zhao asked, "the kind with clear veins."

Bai Yutang frowned slightly, thought for a while, shook his head, "I haven't heard him mention it since I was a child."

"So too." Zhan Zhao nodded, "Grandpa's life is almost divided into three stages so far. The first stage is childhood. I know he was raised by the Silver Demon King with the Heavenly Lord." Bai Yutang nodded.

"In the second stage, he started in his twenties and met my grandmother. It was the time when he became the palace lord of the Demon Palace. He seemed to have been in various grudges with the people in the martial arts world."

Bai Yutang nodded.

"Then he met his grandmother and retired to the world until now... The life trajectory of Tianzun and his grandfather is actually similar. He is also similar when my grandfather retired and began to ignore the world." Zhan Zhao said, "But do you feel that something is missing?"

Bai Yutang frowned slightly and said, "Is there any experience I had before my teenager to my twenties or thirty years old?"
To be continued...