The Age of the Law of the People: The Beginning Full Level of Talent

Hall of Sages.

The mother, who had white sideburns, seemed to feel something and raised her eyes slightly.

But soon she returned to the case and seriously handled the affairs of the dynasty.

The imperial dynasty has been fighting for more than two decades of civil strife.

The people are miserable and the finances are depleted.

The pressure was so great that she could not have the slightest distraction.

Su Xiaoguo, who was standing beside him holding the lamp, had shock flowing in his eyes.

She didn’t expect that her junior brother had reached the limit of this small world, the Heavenly Dragon Realm.

No wonder he is so confident and calm.

Moment.

She looked at the white-clothed figure that appeared at the entrance of the hall, and her cute face showed a smile.

Spit out a delicate and cute tongue.

The lark fluttered and flew to Su Xiaoguo’s shoulder, a pair of dripping eyes, looking at Concubine Shu, who was intoxicated to deal with imperial affairs, her wings tightened, for fear of disturbing.

Zhou Fan’s gaze couldn’t help but focus on his mother.

Day and night.

Even with him buying treasures that nourish the body and prolong life, his mother gradually became tired and wrinkled and gray hair.

He sighed softly in his heart.

At that time, the elegant man supported the imperial dynasty with his life and endured the pain of not seeing his mother.

And now.

The mother resolutely followed the path of the people she loved.

Extend this dynasty with life.

Value or not.

There is no point anymore.

He stepped out and disappeared at the gate of the palace.

……

Spring rain is late.

The winter snow is suddenly gone.

Decades of cold and summer have passed.

The dynasty is windy and rainy.

The people gradually lived and worked in peace, and the uprisings and civil unrest in various places completely disappeared.

The festival of the division of the prefectures made the imperial officials bow their heads and brows.

The world seems to be back to life.

And forty-five years since the advent of the small world.

Zhou Fan traveled all over the imperial dynasty, listening to countless piano pipa and silk bamboo orchestras, and his accumulated understanding had reached 2.4 million.

He condensed 24 Enlightenment Golden Fruits and raised the mid-grade level talent technique to level 710.

The pure purple sea of soul gradually converged into a pool of water from a small river.

The True Spirit transforms and grows.

At this time, no matter how much he practiced any small world top exercises, he could reach the limit in an instant.

But.

The understanding gained by listening to Lile has gradually hit a bottleneck.

No matter what touching music he listened to, he could not touch the heartstrings and break through this bottleneck.

This day.

Miyagi Deep Courtyard.

The melodious piano sound sounded slowly.

The lark hovered over the courtyard, chirping happily, and suddenly it landed on the dignified but cute Su Xiaoguo’s shoulder, and its little feet kept jumping.

Decades of cold and summer.

As the dynasty stabilized, it came back to life.

Hundreds of officials and great confucians wrote to petition one after another, so that the king of Shu could complete the marriage and give birth to a prince as soon as possible, inherit the imperial throne, and follow the dynasty.

The mother answered the wish and personally sought a good fate for Zhou Fan.

And this good fate is Su Xiaoguo, a personal maid who has accompanied her for many years.

Thereupon.

The two officially consummated their marriage under the expectation of their mother.

That year.

While the candle was burning, Su Xiaoguo shy into the quilt.

After a night of fish and dragon dance.

She gradually let go of her mentality.

After all, this is just a small world, but what she doesn’t know is that a figure has quietly broken into her heart.

The piano sound surrounds.

Su Xiaoguo stood beside Zhou Fan with a smile in her eyes and listened.

Long.

End of tune.

Zhou Fan stood up but sighed softly.

After all, it still did not break through the vague bottleneck.

He walked to Su Xiaoguo’s side and touched Su Xiaoguo’s bulging belly with his warm palm.

A little life is being born inside.

“Guo’er, I’m ready to take a good look at this imperial dynasty that my mother continues with her life!” He made a decision and said softly.

Although Su Xiaoguo didn’t know what Zhou Fan was going to do, she gladly supported it.

It’s the day.

Zhou Fan bid farewell to his mother, who was still working on imperial affairs at the age of sixty, and stepped out of the imperial capital again.

This time.

He did not travel to the state capitals.

Instead, he came to the people, to the grass and trees that support the world.

The sound of the countryside is heard, and the chickens and dogs smell each other.

The poor people work at sunrise and rest at sunset.

In the field, the old man faces the loess with his back to the sky, and sweat keeps dripping.

Occasionally a loud voice came from the mountain stream, and the old man laughed and cleared his voice and shouted in response.

Zhou Fan’s heart slowly precipitated.

He stepped forward and put on the handle, and the old man was full of praise, scooping up a gourd of clear spring water, sweet and moist.

Months of labor.

The villagers treated Zhou Fan as their own family and treated him warmly.

I drink clean water.

Eat porridge.

Five more chickens crowed, and Zhou Fan accompanied the old man with a few yellow nests and stepped onto the field path.

At sunset, the two carried hoes, their footsteps were cheerful, and they hummed simple notes in their mouths.

That’s it.

He forgot himself, the lute, the silk and bamboo orchestra, immersed himself in the hard work, and tasted the true foundation of the world.

Night.

Suddenly, a cry of a baby cut through the tranquility.

The old man’s daughter-in-law is on the plate.

He was so excited that his calloused palms trembled.

Zhou Fan stepped forward with a smile and held the old man’s palm.

The old man wanted to share his joy, but he couldn’t say it with excitement.

Moment.

The stable mother came out to inform that the mother and child were safe.

The old man cried.

He knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and his mouth kept chanting God bless, God bless.

Inside the room.

The baby cries incessantly.

The old man’s daughter-in-law stood up, hugged the birth baby, and shook gently: “Little baby, mother hug, sleep, don’t make trouble.” ”

A low hum came out.

Zhou Fan’s heart trembled slightly, and he couldn’t help but grab the two bamboo poles in the yard in his palm, and gently beat them, accompanied by the rhythm: “Little baby, mother hug, sleep, don’t make trouble.” ”

The old man turned around.

Laughed.

Smile brightly.