Chapter 971

Yang Tiantian's daughter is Yue Zitong.

The name of Yue Zitong came from the father of the Yue family.

Although it's normal for a grandfather to name his granddaughter in an ordinary family, it's a great honor for Yang Tiantian's mother and daughter to be able to name her granddaughter in person in the lower status of a woman's wife's family.

At that time, she only thought that the old man liked his daughter so much that she named her by herself, but she never thought much about it.

Now, listening to this man calling the statue of empress Xiao Zitong, Yang Tiantian suddenly realized something.

Zitong is the name of the king's wife.

Many young couples who want their daughter to become a phoenix will also give their daughter this name. According to the legend, it's normal for Mr. Yue to give this name to his granddaughter.

But it's not normal.

As for what is abnormal, Yang Tiantian dare not think more.

Just like knowing what Yang Tiantian was thinking, the man asked in a deep voice, "are you thinking, why is your daughter also named Zitong?"

Yang Tiantian, who was in deep thought, trembled after being told that he was in the center. He raised his hand to wipe his eyes and looked up at him: "yes, yes."

She saw what the man was like in front of her.

The man is tall, wearing a black embroidered gold dragon painting suit and a pearl curtain to the sky crown. On his pale face, he is not angry with himself.

He is the man who has broken into Yang Tiantian's dream every midnight since the third day of March.

His appearance, suddenly, is the same as Li Nanfang.

But when you look at it carefully, you will find that he is much more "mature" than Li Nanfang, and there is no Li Renzha's impropriety in playing in the world. Instead, there is a kind of pressure that makes people look at him and feel invisible pressure. I can't help but move my eyes.

"You, who are you?"

Yang Tiantian asked in a trembling voice, looking down at his feet.

The man's feet were covered by the black rusty Dragon Robe that hung down to the ground, showing only a pair of black faces and white toes.

These are the boots to the sky, which are worn by those faces in Beijing opera.

"You know who I am."

The man said faintly: "just, you dare not say it. I can't believe I'll be lucky every night during this time. "

"You, you are - Yang Guang."

It turns out that the man is right. Yang Tiantian does know who he is, but she doesn't dare to say it. When she has the courage to say it, her heart is thumping. She stealthily pinches her thigh with her right hand, hoping to wake up from this ridiculous dream.

Who is Yang Guang?

It was one of the three most famous fatigued kings in Chinese history, and was on a par with Xia Jie and Shang Zhou.

Although it was Li Tang who deliberately discredited him in order to mislead the people and stabilize the world, it has been handed down from generation to generation for thousands of years, and the fake will become true.

Thousands of years ago.

But now I stand in front of Yang Tiantian and say that I will go to her every night.

It's not a dream. What is it?

"Don't pinch your leg. You're not dreaming. It's true."

Yang Guang actually saw Yang Tiantian secretly pinching her legs and asked coldly, "how come you are not willing to be lucky by me?"

"No, it's not."

Yang Tiantian is terrified when he is told by Yang Guang again.

Especially after hearing that he was angry, no one reminded her, no one taught her, so she instinctively crawled on the ground, her forehead touched the cold wood floor, and her body shook violently.

Yang Tiantian, a weak woman, can't bear the dignity of an emperor who leads the three armies in his twenties and kills countless people.

Yang Guang is used to it. He walks slowly behind her with both hands on his back and puts one hand on her buttock, which is puckered up because she is prostrate on the ground.

Yang Tiantian's trembling body was shocked like an electric shock again.

Yang Guang seemed to smile, very proud.

He patted his hand on the elastic floor and said, "it's time you heard what Zitong and I said just now. It is true that you are the offspring of a village girl who happened to be lucky on my way south to enjoy Qionghua thousands of years ago. However, it has been thousands of years since the Sui Dynasty, and you have 37 generations. The sage said, "when the blood and bone spread to the ninth generation, they had nothing to do with each other. You can get married in the same family. What's more, you have been thirty-seven generations?"

Yang Tiantian would like to say that even though it has been handed down to 37 generations and has been in Chongqing for thousands of years, I still have your blood and bone flowing on me.

She did not dare to say.

Because she knows very well that the so-called noble lineage will come down in one continuous line, which has a long history of more than a thousand years, is not tenable in terms of genetics.

In those years, Yang Guang's son, who was born after his wife, had already been "diluted" by her own blood.

That's how the so-called grandfather's love for his grandson comes from.

When Sun Tzu married again and had children, Yang Guang's noble blood was diluted again and only a quarter of the original.

Nine generations later, the grandson of Yang Guang's grandson has only one in dozens of chance of inheriting his noble lineage.

At this time, his noble gene has been far away from the disadvantages of "close relative marriage".

What's more, it has a long history after 37 generations?

To be honest, it is said that after so many generations, whether Yang Tiantian's father is a direct descendant of Yang Guang has to be verified, not to mention the suspicion of "close relatives".

Therefore, whether in theory or in practice, Yang Guang, the "old ancestor", can bring a beauty of 37 generations into his harem.

But in a way, it's treacherous.

But the question is, who's the girl who was lucky to be traced back to her ancestors for 37 generations?

This kind of thing is just special - bullshit.

For the current Yang Tiantian, it is real and weird.

"You don't have to bear any psychological burden. Well

Yang Guang finally retracted his hand on Yang Tiantian, looked up and sighed: "what's more, I'm lucky to be with you, just exist in a dream. In addition to bringing you changes in your aura, affecting your mood and making you younger and younger, it will not cause any substantial changes to you. "

Substantive change, of course, means "conception" or something.

I don't know why, after Yang Guang's faint sigh penetrated into Yang Tiantian's ears, she just added his pitiful feeling. She just wanted to hold him in her arms and comfort him with the feminine tenderness.

But without waiting for her to make any moves, Yang Guangsen ran said, "I am an emperor through the ages. I suffered a lot of grievances, suffering, Xinzhu difficult book. Emperor, no matter how miserable his fate is, he does not need anyone's pity. Only because none of you is qualified! "

"I dare not."

Yang Tiantian didn't realize that when she blurted out the word "courtesan Concubine", she was quite fluent without any stagnation.

Only when the mind is pierced again.

Yang Guang was used to it. He walked around her with both hands on his back and said slowly, "since you have stepped on the lost soul cliff on the third day of March, it's fate for me, far away from the Imperial Valley, to venture away from the host who should have lived together and come back to meet you. Well, the fate that heaven and earth have arranged for me. "

"But up to now, the relationship between you and me is over. I'm going to leave the valley of the emperor and go back to that villain. "

In Yang Guang's tone, he was obviously reluctant to give up: "this period of time is actually the happiest time in the thousands of years since I died. You're good. "

Yang Tiantian wanted to say thank you very much, but her mouth just moved.

When the emperor praised his subjects, he disdained to hear her thanks.

"You may be puzzled, how can I return to the secular 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 started to roar: "that's because I'm not reconciled! I'm not willing to be locked up in the dark Jiuyou forever and suffer from the ridicule of those rubbish! "

His roar resonated with the golden bells under the eaves of the nine story pagoda.

Ling Ling's bell rang with other noises coming from outside the window.

sound of wind.

sound of rain.

Ten thousand horses galloping.

Tens of thousands of officers and soldiers with the force of a long, hoarse roar: "win, win! Wansheng, Wansheng, Wansheng

Click!

Thunder, also from mid air.

A flash of lightning, like a dragon, quickly passed through the temple on the ninth floor. Yang Tiantian suddenly saw that all the paper men, clay bodies, and all the humanoid objects, including empress Xiao, were crawling on the ground.

There is a bloody evil spirit that spreads from heaven and earth.

This is the power of heaven and earth.

The power of the emperor!

Yang Tiantian just raised her head and knocked heavily on the ground again.

Shivering all over.

She had no chance to see the situation outside, but she could imagine that the boundless soldiers had gathered outside the nine story pagoda.

The horses hissed, the cold light flashed, and the red flags fluttered in the wind.

Under the storm, Zhang xutuo, Mai Tiezhang and other famous historical generals loyal to Yang Guang galloped in front of thousands of battle lines, holding up a long cry, shouting Wansheng, Wansheng!

At this time, Yang Guang's order, loyal to his big Sui cavalry, will form a murderous, straight into the bullfight of the black wind, break through the valley of the emperor——

Anyone, in this power that makes the world change color, can only curl up his shaking body like Yang Tiantian, and dare not breathe.

"Ha ha!"

Yang Guang laughed wildly, opened his arms, strode to the window, pushed away, pointed to the outside and roared at the sky: "look, that's my soldiers! That's my world! That's me

Roar!

A dragon chant from Qingyue seems to come from jiutianyun, cutting off Yang Guang's wild laughter.

Yang Guang was stunned and suddenly grabbed a clay sculpture and fell out of the window: "why, why! Why have you imprisoned me for so many years! Why do you want me to live in that bastard's body, and never lead my 100000 wolves and tigers to fight for supremacy in the world and wipe out all those monsters? "

No matter how angry Yang Guang was, heaven and earth suddenly calmed down.

The storm, the galloping horses, the roaring of the division of the tiger and wolf, the sound of Wansheng, all silent.

There is a soft moonlight, I don't know from which angle, sprinkled the whole nine story temple.

It's peaceful.

"Why, why is that?"

Yang Guang is just as old as ten years old in an instant. He weakly releases the window, staggers back a few steps, and squats in front of Yang Tiantian.

He hung his head and closed his eyes.

Muddy tears, along his pale cheek, keep dripping.

He murmured to himself, which made people feel extremely distressed: "why should I mislead the descendants of my sister Huang and hate me so much? I've been searching for my whereabouts for thousands of years. Do you want to behead me and dig my heart in front of the statue of Xuanyuan? Am I really wrong? "