Commander's horse? Prince Consort?

"In this case, I have thanked Donor Luo on behalf of Jiulang.

It's just that he is only fifteen years old and has not yet reached his prime, so it is too early to talk about marriage."

The killing monk gave a bitter smile.

This empress, who was not from a well-known family, had one major hobby in her life: being a matchmaker.

From the crown prince and King Yan to several old princes and generals.

Whether it's marrying a wife, having a side wife, or even a saint taking in a concubine, she takes care of it all.

"You are young and promising, so it is best to decide early.

Which real man throughout the ages didn't start a family first and then start a career?

Even though the woman is 3,456 years older, it doesn't matter. My sister is more caring and not as unruly as that arrogant little girl.

I still remember that I was newly married to Shigeba, and within a few days he led troops to go on an expedition..."

Queen Luo started talking like an ordinary woman.

The killing monk listened silently, and the prince invited him to the palace to teach the Dharma.

I want to untie the knot in my mother's heart and delay the time when the oil is exhausted.

In fact, some patients have to seek medical treatment urgently.

How can manpower reversely change lifespan?

That is the ability of the ancient magic cube.

Now that even the underworld has disappeared, how can we survive?

Empress Luo is suffering from a loss of origin, coupled with a loss of Qi.

Even if there are magical elixirs, there is no way to save the world.

Unless that Jingchao saint successfully emerged from seclusion and became an immortal Buddha.

Use great magical powers to reverse time.

Otherwise, life will be exhausted and there is no way to save it!

"Donor Luo, please rest in peace, I will stay in Tianjing for a while.

If you are free, I will go to the palace to see you, recite scriptures for you, and pray for good health."

The killing monk's eyelids drooped and he lowered his head and said.

"Master, you can just come and talk to the old lady. There is no need to waste your efforts on a dying person."

Queen Luo seemed tired and a little sleepy, and said in a low voice:

"My son Hanzhang is very filial and can't bear to see me lingering on the sickbed, so he begged me many times.

If he brings any trouble to Master, please don't blame him for the sake of this old lady."

The killing monk stood up and said:

"Master Luo Shi made a strong statement. Your Highness the Crown Prince is tolerant and kind-hearted, courteous to virtuous people, and has the air of a wise king.

When the saint succeeds and comes out of seclusion, he will be passed down to the eldest son, which will ensure the prosperity of the Jing Dynasty and the country for five hundred years."

In fact, he didn't want to have too much dealings with Bai Hanzhang.

There is no other reason.

This prince of Jing Dynasty was so powerful that he was unparalleled in the world.

If not the old monk, he is a Buddhist master with profound practice.

I am afraid that my fortune will be suppressed and I will have a vague illusion of the power of God.

"Master Linji, remember to bring that disciple of yours over and show me how it looks."

Queen Luo smiled and seemed quite happy.

After all, what parent wouldn’t like others to praise their children for their potential?

"Donor Luo has a good life and is about to be raised. The harem is an important place. It is not suitable for me to stay for a long time. I say goodbye."

The killing monk bowed his head and recited the Buddha's name again.

"Master, go slowly. Alas, the eldest brother is filial and the second brother is also upbeat. We finally became a family. I just hope we won't be separated in the future."

Empress Luo nodded, stood up with the help of two palace maids, and turned back to the back of the palace.

"All living beings are drowning in a sea of ​​suffering."

The killing monk sighed softly.

The heavenly family is no different from the ordinary world.

Half the life is spent running around and busy for oneself, and the other half is worrying about the family business of the children and grandchildren.

It can be said that the world is like a house on fire, and everyone is suffering.

…

…

Inner city, a big house in Xuanwumen.

The courtyard is deserted and there are few people.

The original official residence is now overgrown with weeds.

In the dark corners, there are also insects and mice running around, just like an abandoned courtyard.

Passing through the corridor, inside the dark room, there was a strong smell of alcohol.

Meng Changhe lay drunk on the table, seemingly awake but not awake.

There were many empty jars piled at the feet, and the table was littered with leftovers.

While wandering around the lake, he seemed to hear a small murmur coming from outside.

The sound was intermittent, and if he didn't have keen senses, he might not be able to catch it.

"I've been drinking all day long, and I don't know when it started. In the past, I was working as an errand at Meng Qianhu's house, and they gave me some respect. Now..."

"It's hard to count on it. Haven't you heard the rumors about Fusi in Beizhen? That Liaodong mud-legged man has risen to prominence and fallen in love with the commander's goddaughter."

"Young pretty boy! You can't rely on your looks to make a living! It's just...our master seems to be the same, right?"

"In real comparison, I still lose. Our master married a silly girl, and that mud-legged girl sleeps with thousands of households in Fusi, Beizhen. Hehe, the yamen is so majestic during the day, but at night, it feels like serving the man...

"

"According to what you say, I won't be able to turn around in this life!"

"I think it's difficult."

"..."

"What a killer!"

Meng Changhe opened his eyes wide, and most of his drunkenness was gone.

The sinister face twitched tightly, and anger surged in his chest.

He immediately wanted to step out of the door and punch to death the two dog slaves who were gossiping behind their backs.

But he sat up straight and took two deep breaths.

But I felt like my stomach was churning, and I had a strong urge to feel sick and want to vomit.

The tyrannical body, which had been replaced six times, seemed to have been drained, unable to exert much strength.

"How could this be?"

Meng Changhe was stunned for a moment. He had previously been able to tear apart tigers and leopards with one hand and wrestle with giant dragons.

Qi and blood martial arts have reached the three realms.

After the essence of heaven and earth changes the muscles and cleanses the marrow, he is almost completely reborn.

Its marrow is like frost, and its blood is like pulp.

Life is so powerful that it can be called the unity of spirit and body.

"Just drinking and sex...how can you hurt me?"

A trace of surprise flashed across Meng Changhe's face, as if he couldn't believe it.

He put his hands on the table and propped up his body, which was no longer as strong as before.

He walked to the bronze mirror in the room and looked at the sloppy man with disheveled hair inside.

The brocade clothes were stained with oil, and the jade crown that bound her hair was tilted to one side.

The cheeks are sunken, the eyes are dull, and the face is haggard, like a down-and-out idle man.
To be continued...