Chen Shou was in the summer palace for a night of leisure. When he woke up the next day, the little princess Ji Luo beside him lay comfortably like a lazy cat, refusing to look up.

There was still a tear mark on her snow cheek, which scratched Chen Shou's back last night, but she quickly got used to it.

This is also a talented person, and most people probably have to wait for a few days.

For example, there are a few more young concubines in Chen Shou’s mansion who are not very enthusiastic about sexual intercourse.

They just simply like to drink Chen Shou's water blending time, such as Tang Wanying and Yuan Xinzhu, and even a little resistant.

Princess Ji Luo was about the same age as them, but she soon knew that she had asked for it. She was worthy of being a little princess with such despicable breasts. Chen Shou thought to himself with a smile.

The hot and charming expression of last night made me feel energetic and immediately got on the horse again.

Putting aside her noble identity, this is simply a kind of gift from God to men. In terms of the feeling she gives on the bed, she has surpassed all the women of Chen Shou.

More importantly, she didn't know anything and was very plastic.

In time, I have carefully trained it a few times, wouldn’t I go directly to heaven?

Chen Shou couldn't help laughing. Zhao Jinnu next to him snorted dissatisfiedly, buried his head in his arms, breathed gently, and fell asleep sweetly.

The drizzle outside the window slowly became louder, and the west wind blew the branches and leaves, making rustling sounds.

A hint of cold air came in along the window frame, and Chen Shou covered her with a quilt to cover her buttocks that looked smooth like jade.

He tiptoed, made up a piece of clothing, lifted the curtain and came to the door of the outer room.

Looking down the door, the rain curtains were like curtains, the sky and the earth were dark and miserable.

"Master, do you want to have a meal?"

The girl with the nickname Toast asked.

Chen Shou shook his head and whispered: "Ji Luo is still sleeping, don't wake her up."

He looked around and said, "You find two straw raincoats and accompany me out for a walk."

The chieftain was happy and hurriedly went to look for him. Their mind was very simple. Chen Shou was their master, and it was natural to serve him.

In the summer palace, the guards all recognized Chen Shou. As for the thin body behind him, he must be the Marquis' woman, so there is no need to ask more questions.

Chen Shou took her to the bell tower of the Taoist temple, and looked down the high place, and the stream of countless rainwater gathered flowed down the mountain.

Looking up at the distance, the world is vast, as if it is a gray ancient world.

Chen Shou suddenly laughed twice and said, "Splitting the chaos, changing the sky and the earth!"

What he is doing is undoubtedly the beginning.

Sooner or later, this small step of your own will make greater progress for future generations.

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Progress first appeared in Hedong, and Yuan Xiannian from Taiyuan was a pioneer.

A spark can start a prairie fire, which means that the plants and trees on the long-drought continent have become yellow and have no moisture.

They become extremely flammable, as if they are desperate and have no livelihoods.

What Yuan Xiannian brought was not a spark, but a volcano poured on the land in Hedong.

Their desire to fight and their desire to keep this hard-won life are hard to contain, as if they had to burn the entire world before they could stop.

Yuan Xiannian was very pleased that he was not a famous general and had not commanded many brilliant battles, but he was so invincible at this moment.

The soldiers and horses under his command were all newly recruited soldiers. Whether they were marching or fighting, they were like tireless and fearless of life and death, which made the enemy frightened.

The real God of War is simple, without gorgeous tactics or treacherous plots, he just stood there, advancing step by step, but was invincible.

It was like a torrent, about to swallow his enemies. Wherever he went, the people in the city were like welcoming their relatives, enthusiastic, and proactive with a hint of gratitude.

Despair, boundless despair, Jiang Chucai felt this moment.

He is going to finish, and it will be finished soon.

The Jiang family, who dominated Hedong for a hundred years, will be destroyed in his hands and become a not-so-tongued mark in history.

The Mongols retreated westward and wanted to save their Khan. In the westward Hebule, they were attacked by Xiliang, Shuozhou and a group of madmen.

After the Mongols withdrew, Jiang Chucai was in a situation where he was attacked from three sides and was full of powerful enemies.

I won’t talk about the Taiyuan soldiers and horses in the south. They are just marching, not like fighting, and there is joy everywhere.

Zhang Zhengyuan in the east was busy collecting Youyan and didn't care about him, but he would cut it down at any time like an axe hanging around his neck.

Jiang Chucai was unshaven and out of place with his usual image. He was a person who paid great attention to appearance, and even at this point, he couldn't even care about it.

He used wine to numb himself all day long. What's ridiculous is that even the wine he drank was brewed by Chen Shou.

Although there are various imitations, the upper class has always been proud of drinking Qinfeng wine.

Even though its taste has been surpassed by many imitations, it still remains unchanged from the preferences of the nobles.

Do you think you are drinking only? This is a symbol of identity.

How can you taste something that can be bought and tasted by mud legs? Even if it tastes the same, you have to tell a difference. Anyway, it cannot be the same, absolutely not the same.

"Here is someone! He's someone!"

Jiang Chu suddenly shouted, and after a while, a room full of people came in.

Jiang Chucai has been moody recently. No one knows what he is going to do again, and they all bent down and dare not speak.

He was afraid that he would make some noise and annoy him, so he might be chopped.

"Give me instructions to prepare for the ceremony. I want to ascend the throne. I... I want to be the emperor! I want to let the ancestors of the Jiang family see my great achievements!"

Everyone stood there in a daze, looking at their lord, a deep despair surged into their hearts.

He's crazy...

Jiang Chucai was as crazy as he was, with a rosy face and stared at him. It looked very terrifying.

He walked back and forth with his teeth and claws, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying with a hoarse voice and blushing.

Jiang Chucai grabbed a subordinate's collar and shouted loudly: "Chen Shou! Chen Shou! He is just a farmer, and he is as cheap as a grass, and he dares to fight with me. Is he worthy?!"

"I don't deserve it or not..." The unlucky subordinate was spit on his face and didn't dare to wipe it. He had to say against his will: "How can something like Chen Shougou be compared with adults? It has tainted your ears for no reason."

"Well said! What's your name? I want to appoint you as prime minister!"

"Haha, I want to confer you as ministers and officials!"

"Ha ha ha ha"
Chapter completed!