"That's my father's Concubine Tao." Ming Chuji explained.
Of course she heard the conversation between the imperial concubine and the maid just now. As the saying goes, all parents in the world are so kind, and she has always had a favorable impression of such people.
After nodding slightly, Ming Chuji took her to another place.
In the following days, they would spend every day together, either discussing the details of the wedding or admiring the chrysanthemums and maple leaves.
At such a time, even the beautiful Ming Chuji felt it was a little unreal.
So he called the imperial teacher again and forced him to give him the soul-protecting talisman.
The Imperial Master was completely bewildered. "What soul-protecting amulet?"
Ming Chuji sat at the head of the table, his eyes dark. "The Imperial Master has yet to tell me why a person could lie in bed with only one breath left, yet survive for so long without food or water."
Even the injuries on his body were recovering little by little.
This is obviously not something that ordinary people can do.
He read a large number of classics, thought about it over and over again, and finally came to a conclusion.
Maybe my sister's soul went somewhere else that year.
And what magic weapon does the Tu family have that can slowly repair the sister's body even when her body and soul are gone?
He was ecstatic but also scared at the same time that his sister woke up.
Since the soul can leave the body once, will it leave the body a second time?
Is this kind of out-of-body experience harmful to the body?
Maybe if my sister gets hurt next time, she'll...
After knowing his thoughts, the Imperial Master remained silent for a long time. Finally, after seeing Ming Chuji's seemingly calm but secretly fearful eyes, he nodded.
"Of course there is such a soul-protecting talisman, but a useful soul-protecting talisman is not easily obtained."
“Why can’t I get it?”
"The best soul-protecting talisman requires the finest Lingshan jade heart, then soaked in your majesty's fingertip blood. There is no evil that cannot be suppressed by the true dragon's aura."
"Then what?"
"Then, Your Majesty will personally carve the scriptures on the jade heart. After the scriptures are engraved on the jade heart, Master Liaowu of the Huguo Temple and I will recite the scriptures..."
He described a bunch of complicated processes just to reveal the preciousness of this soul-protecting amulet.
Tu Qingyu, who was taking a nap in the inner room, twitched his lips when he heard this. He couldn't help but complain to Dabao, "This Imperial Master looks quite accomplished, but I never thought he's actually quite good at deceiving people."
Dabao: "The Imperial Master must have good intentions. The little puppy feels insecure after being treated like this by you.
This soul-protecting jade is to give him peace of mind."
Tu Qingyu certainly knew that this was just for peace of mind.
So even though she knew about it, she didn't try to stop it.
It was not until the wedding day, after they had drunk the wedding wine, that Ming Chuji put on her the jade pendant that he had been working on for so long.
"This is..." She looked at Ming Chuji in confusion.
Ming Chuji smiled and said, "This is the amulet I asked for my sister. Sister, can you wear it?"
He asked, but the hand was already put on by someone.
Moreover, for the first time, Tu Qingyu saw a hint of dominance in his actions.
"Okay." She nodded and smiled at the person again.
Today, Tu Qingyu is more beautiful than ever in her wedding dress, and with a smile on her lips, she is even more breathtakingly beautiful.
"Sister..." Ming Chuji couldn't help but lean forward and kissed her gently on the lips.
The palace maids in the room tactfully lowered their heads and retreated.
The two people walked from the table to the bed, and their red clothes fell to the ground.
A pair of dragon and phoenix wedding candles burned all night.
When Tu Qingyu woke up the next day, his whole body felt sore and weak.
Ming Chuji yesterday didn't look like someone who had never experienced that kind of thing.
His eyes were fierce, his movements were skillful, but he was crying while being fierce, and she almost doubted her life because of his crying.
Tu Qingyu: "Dabao, are you sure he didn't do anything in this year?"
Dabao: "It's not like he didn't do anything. How should I put it... He's a studious person, and he's a smart person, Master, do you understand?"
Tu Qingyu: "Only theoretical knowledge, no practical experience?"
Dabao: "Yes, Master."
Tu Qingyu moved his weak hands and sighed deeply, "Well, what a smart kid."
“Sister, are you awake?” As soon as she finished speaking, the voice of the smart child came to her ears.
She turned over, not really wanting to pay attention to anyone, "No, don't make a noise."
"Sister, can you have breakfast before going to bed?"
Tu Qingyu ignored him. He might have realized that he had gone too far last night.
They kept making trouble until dawn before they released the people.
After lowering his head to admire Tu Qingyu's sleeping face for a while, he lay down again, hugged her, and gently patted her back, "Go to sleep, go to sleep."
The Emperor and Empress of Great Xia got married, and the couple lived happily together.
The imperial palace in Daliang was being bathed in blood.
Huo Qixiao, whose hair had turned half white in just half a year, seemed to have gone crazy killing people in the palace.
Whenever he met a brother minister who blocked his way, he would stab him with his sword without even thinking.
There were more than twenty brothers in total, but in the end only five or six who were not yet adults were left, and two or three who were adults but did not dare to appear in this palace coup.
It originally seemed to be a premeditated plot, with each prince equally matched in their power struggle.
Because he was so bloodthirsty and wanted to kill himself, it turned into a one-sided massacre.
The rest of the people in the palace looked at him as if he were a devil crawling out of hell.
When he arrived at the Taiji Hall, the only person left in the hall was Prince Yu, who had no more hands.
Prince Yu curled his lips, "Seventh Brother, I knew it would be you."
"Really? If you were so smart, you wouldn't be here now." He held the knife with a cold look in his eyes.
Prince Yu sat there slumped, not a bit afraid on his face, with a look of resignation that everything was settled.
"Everyone knows that you went to Yuezhou and lost your princess, and now you're in this state." He laughed arrogantly, "Did we lose because we weren't smart enough?"
"Hahahaha..." He laughed so hard that he almost couldn't breathe. "We lost because we didn't have your courage to risk it all."
"So what if you got the throne?" He looked at Huo Qixiao with a sad face. "Look at your gray hair, Seventh Brother. It must have been a rough year for you. Have you looked everywhere for your princess but can't find her?"
A crack finally appeared on Huo Qixiao's stern face, "Shut up!"
"I'm about to die, why should I keep quiet?" He slumped down, his arms supporting the floor behind him. "Let me guess, why do you want this throne so badly?"
"Could it be that since it's difficult for a prince to find a princess, he thinks that becoming an emperor will make it possible?"
Huo Qixiao's expression changed again.
It must be said that his guess was correct.
The reason why Huo Qixiao wanted the throne so urgently was that he wanted to devote all his efforts to finding someone.
Prince Yu looked at his expression and became even more arrogant. "I say you are such a despicable person. I heard that your princess loved you to death, but you hurt her again and again just because of a bitch."
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