Virtuous Hall.
Her mother, whose hair had turned white, seemed to have sensed something and raised her eyes slightly.
But soon, she returned to her desk and dealt with court affairs seriously.
The internal strife of the dynasty for more than twenty years.
The people were poor and the finances were exhausted.
The immense pressure made it impossible for her to be distracted.
Cherry, who was standing beside him and holding a lamp, had shock in her eyes.
She did not expect her junior to have reached the limit of this small world, the Heavenly Dragon Realm.
No wonder he was so confident and calm.
Moments later.
She looked at the white-robed figure that appeared at the entrance of the hall, and a smile appeared on her adorable face.
She stuck out her cute tongue.
The lark flapped and flew onto Cherry's shoulder. It looked at Consort Shu, who was engrossed in handling court affairs, with its round eyes. It tightened its wings, afraid of disturbing her.
Zhou Fan's gaze could not help but gather on his mother.
He was tired day and night.
Even with the treasures he had bought to nourish his body and prolong his life, his mother was still gradually showing signs of fatigue. Wrinkles and white hair grew on her face.
He sighed in his heart.
Back then, the scholarly man had used his life to support the dynasty and had endured the pain of not meeting his mother.
And now.
Her mother resolutely walked the same path as the person she loved back then.
He used his life to continue this dynasty.
It's worth it or not.
It was meaningless.
He walked out and disappeared from the palace.
……
The spring rain came late.
The winter snow suddenly disappeared.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of years passed.
The dynasty was in good weather.
The people gradually lived and worked in peace and contentment, and the riots in various places completely disappeared.
The provincial governors could only lower their heads in front of the court officials.
The world seemed to have regained its vitality.
And after descending into the small world for forty-five years.
Zhou Fan traveled all over the empire and listened to countless music. His comprehension had already reached 2.4 million.
He condensed 24 Golden Fruits of Comprehension and raised his mid-grade innate cultivation technique to level 710.
The purple-colored sea of consciousness gradually converged into a pool.
His truesoul had strengthened.
At this moment, he could reach the limit of any top-notch cultivation technique in the small world in an instant.
However…
The comprehension he gained from listening to rites and music also gradually touched a bottleneck.
No matter what music he listened to, he couldn't touch his heartstrings and break through this bottleneck.
On this day.
Deep in the palace.
The melodious zither music slowly sounded.
The lark hovered over the courtyard, chirping happily. Suddenly, it landed on the dignified but slightly adorable Cherry's shoulder, and its little feet kept jumping around.
Decades of cold and heat.
As the dynasty stabilized, it regained its vitality.
All the officials and Confucian scholars petitioned for the King of Shu to get married and give birth to a prince as soon as possible to inherit the throne and follow the court's rules.
His mother agreed to his wish and personally found a good match for Zhou Fan.
And this marriage was with Cherry, her personal maid who had accompanied her for many years.
Hence, he decided to do it.
The two of them officially got married under their mother's high expectations.
That year.
As the candle burned, Cherry shyly shrank into the blanket.
After a night of dancing fish and dragons.
Only then did she gradually relax.
After all, this was only a small world. However, what she did not know was that a figure had quietly barged into her heart.
The sound of zither surrounded him.
Cherry stood beside Zhou Fan and listened with a smile in her eyes.
After a long time.
The song ended.
Zhou Fan stood up and sighed.
In the end, he still couldn't break through that blurry bottleneck.
He walked to Cherry's side and touched her bulging belly with his warm palm.
A little life was being born inside.
"Guo 'er, I'm prepared to take a good look at the imperial world that Mother has used her life to extend!”He made his decision and said softly.
Although Cherry didn't know what Zhou Fan was going to do, she gladly supported him.
That day.
Zhou Fan bid farewell to his mother, who was still busy with court affairs at the age of 60, and stepped out of the Imperial Capital again.
This time.
He didn't head to the capital cities.
Instead, they came to the people, to the grass and trees that supported the world.
The local accent was lingering, and chickens and dogs could hear each other.
The poor worked at sunrise and rested at sunset.
In the field, the old man was facing the yellow soil with his back facing the sky, sweat dripping non-stop.
Occasionally, a loud voice would come from the mountain stream, and the old man would laugh and clear his throat in response.
Zhou Fan's heart slowly calmed down.
He went forward to help. The old man was full of praise and scooped a gourd of clear spring water. It was sweet and moist.
After several months of fatigue.
The villagers treated Zhou Fan as one of their own and treated him warmly.
He drank water.
They were eating porridge.
At the fifth watch, the rooster crowed. Zhou Fan and the old man carried a few yellow nests and stepped onto the field path.
Under the sunset, the two of them carried their hoes and walked happily, humming a simple tune.
Just like that.
He had forgotten himself, forgotten the zither, pipa, stringed instrument, and strings. He was immersed in hard work, savoring the true foundation of this world.
At night.
Suddenly, a baby's cry broke the silence.
the old man's daughter-in-law sat beside the plate.
He was so excited that his wrinkled hands trembled.
Zhou Fan smiled as he stepped forward and held the old man's hand.
The old man wanted to share his joy, but he was too excited to say it.
Moments later.
The midwife came out to inform him that the mother and son were safe.
The old man cried.
He knelt on the ground and kowtowed, muttering the words 'God bless, God bless.'
Inside the room.
The baby was crying non-stop.
The old daughter-in-law propped herself up and hugged the newborn baby, shaking it gently."Little girl, let your mother carry you. You want to sleep, don't make a fuss.”
A low and clear humming sounded.
Zhou Fan's heart trembled slightly. He couldn't help but grab two bamboo poles in the courtyard and lightly tapped them."Little girl, let your mother carry you. You want to sleep, don't make a fuss.”
The old man turned around.
He smiled.
She smiled brightly.
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