Fang Qinglin gently embraced her and said, "Thank you for what happened today, my lady."
Back then, the six major sects besieged the Demon Cult, resulting in the annihilation of the Demon Cult. The remaining evildoers of the Demon Cult have been hiding ever since and dare not show their heads.
As the daughter of the sect leader, Xie Hongling escaped a disaster by accident because of Lu Chong, but when she emerged, she found that her parents were dead and the sect had been destroyed.
But unfortunately, she married Lu Chong and gave birth to Lu Qinghan.
...No matter what Xie Hongling thinks, once her identity is exposed, she will become the target of public criticism, and even her son Lu Qinghan will be criticized.
Lu Chong was his junior fellow apprentice, so Fang Qinglin naturally didn't want him to suffer. If Xi He, the common ruler of the world, stepped in, he would have naturally silenced You You, but he had never thought...
Hugging her tightly, he sighed, "I owe my wife a lot."
If it weren't for him, my wife wouldn't have to make such plans for an insignificant person.
Xihe tilted her head and smiled: "It's good that you know." She was arrogant and proud.
Fang Qinglin laughed in silence and hugged the person tighter.
The setting sun outside the house shone in, covering the two of them with a hazy golden mist. The palace maids and eunuchs were waiting quietly in the distance. It was very beautiful.
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The arrival of Lu Chong and his wife was just a small episode. Xihe suffered from severe morning sickness and could not eat anything. She made Fang Qinglin and the other palace maids very upset. It took three months for her to get better.
At this time, the people she sent out to sea finally returned, bringing back crops such as sweet potatoes and potatoes.
The person leading this trip is Mou Yanping, and there are also disciples from several major sects of Lingxiao Sect.
The Lingxiao Sect had some dirty dealings with Xihe from the beginning. In the early and middle stages of her uprising, these guys were afraid that she would fail, so they did not get involved. It was not until they saw the heroes being eliminated by her that they panicked.
However, Xihe had already grown strong by then, so why would he need them? He ignored them.
These guys stayed in the camp shamelessly, and when they heard later that she was looking for people to go out to sea, they were afraid that they would be late again, so they volunteered to sign up, even though they knew there were risks.
When they went out to sea, Xihe and the old emperor had not yet decided the winner.
When he returned, Xihe had been on the throne for more than two years.
Looking at the things on the ground, Xihe finally smiled: "Send it to the imperial farm and cultivate it well!"
Everyone was puzzled, but they still followed the instructions and carefully nurtured it. Later, when they saw the thing bloom with their own eyes, they understood why the Queen attached so much importance to it.
Sweet potatoes and potatoes were planted on a large scale and sent to various places in the spring of the following year, with the county magistrate personally supervising their planting.
The emergence of the new staple food made people excited, as they could finally fill their stomachs.
Amidst joy, Xihe quietly gave birth to twins in the palace.
Xihe named them respectively: Fang Yuming and Fang Yuyao.
She gently stroked the two children's delicate faces and said, "Husband, what do you think about letting them learn martial arts from Master Tai in the future?"
Fang Qinglin nodded: "Grand Master's attainments in martial arts are far higher than those of many other people in the world. It would be great if I could be taught by him." No one mentioned that the appearance of twins in the royal family was a good omen.
As the days passed, Da Chu was undergoing subtle and rapid changes.
Five years have passed. Walking on the streets, even in the most impoverished counties, the bleak and desperate atmosphere of the past is no longer seen, and everyone can fill their stomachs.
At the palace gate, Xihe arranged the clothes for her two sons and said, "Don't act naughty when you go to the Taichu Sect. You must listen to your uncles and brothers, understand?"
Fang Yuyao was so anxious: "I know, Mom, please let me go. If we don't leave now, we will be late for dinner!"
Xi He: "...It will take ten days to get to Taichu Sect. Even if you fly over, you won't be able to have Grand Master's dinner!" He patted the child's butt and said, "Let's go, little brat!"
Fang Yuyao slipped away from her arms, quickly got on the carriage, and couldn't wait to fly away.
Xihe shook his head and looked at his eldest son beside him: "Ming'er, listen to your uncle Yan on the road. Don't run around with others casually, okay?"
The little person bowed obediently: "Mother, I remember."
Xihe: ...My mood suddenly became subtle.
She didn't know what went wrong. One of the two children was naughty and mischievous; the other looked well-behaved but was easily deceived by others and could be deceived by a piece of Tangsu.
Xihe took a deep breath and touched the child's head: "Go."
Fortunately, there are people watching over them, so there won't be any big trouble.
The wheels of the carriage rolled and soon disappeared at the end of the road. The couple turned around and went back.
After that, news about the two children came in from time to time. Fang Yuyao pulled the beard of a senior master and broke the cup of the master's teacher. Fang Yuming was tricked by someone into copying for someone else and went home with a kidnapper...
Xihe covered her face, fortunately she had never thought of letting these two guys become monarchs, otherwise the country would be destroyed sooner or later.
It has been nearly ten years since she became the monarch, but the successor has not yet been decided. Rumors have spread not only in the court but also among the people. Some people even approached the only remaining second prince under the banner of restoring the Ming Dynasty.
Fang Qinglin ordered the Six Gates to go to various places to arrest people, but this was only a temporary solution and the successor must be established.
That morning, as soon as Xihe sat down at the court, the audience started clamoring and begging her to appoint a crown prince.
Xihe smiled and waved to the chief eunuch: "Announce the decree."
All the ministers stared intently at the bright yellow imperial edict in the eunuch's hand.
The chief eunuch was not afraid. He stepped forward and issued a decree in front of all the ministers that shocked and excited them: Twenty years later, after His Majesty abdicated, the successor would be elected by the cabinet.
Quiet, dead silence.
All the ministers were stunned and stared blankly at His Majesty on the throne.
Xihe propped her chin on her slender hand: "I said it when I started the uprising, to overthrow the monarchy, and the king should be elected."
The ministers' mouths remained open. They knew, of course they knew! But how many people dreamed of becoming the emperor? Who would really be willing to let go?
Xihe smiled and said, "I won't occupy this seat. If anyone of you wants to sit here, you can start preparing now."
The ministers were in an uproar. No one had expected her to be serious, but they were all excited. What if...
"but."
So the minister looked at her eagerly.
Xi He smiled beautifully: "The ultimate occupant of the throne is judged by ability and political achievements. Forming cliques, cheating, assassinating political enemies, etc. are all out of the question!"
The minister's eyes rolled around, thinking that as long as this matter was done secretly and not discovered, it would be fine.
"Well, if you think you can fool me, then try it."
Minister: "..."
Before the morning court ended, Xihe's remarks had spread, shocking the court and the public.
Everyone thought that Her Majesty the Queen was crazy, but unstoppable ambition rose in the hearts of countless people.
If what His Majesty said is true, then does any of them have a chance?
Some shrewd and calculating people began to ponder Xihe's words, "the one who ultimately ascends the throne is judged by ability and political achievements." So how is ability demonstrated and where do political achievements come from?
Finally they set their sights on this still barren and impoverished land.
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