Chapter 232 Becoming a Eunuch

After leaving the Imperial Garden, Ning Zhongyu walked towards the Qianqing Palace, ready to see how the fake emperor was doing.

When he approached the Qianqing Palace, he met Concubine Tang Qingyi again. Looking at Concubine Tang who seemed to have walked out of the Jiangnan Ladies Picture, Ning Zhongyu also felt relaxed and happy.

Looking at the many concubines in the harem, even in Baiyujing, he had never seen such an amazing woman with ancient charm. When he first saw her, he was also shocked.

It’s a pity that he still can’t touch her at all, and can only wait until the Cang Yang Technique is perfected.

However, what happened to Concubine Tang’s neck? There seemed to be a red mark, which looked a bit similar to the red mark on Concubine Rou’s instep. Could it be that Concubine Tang also practiced some magic skills?

Ning Zhongyu was a little strange and wanted to come out to ask, but thinking of his current situation, he didn’t do it.

Anyway, it won’t be long before he can come out of retreat. After practicing for a few more years, maybe the Cang Yang Technique will be perfected. At that time, he can do whatever he wants, and there is no need to rush.

Ning Zhongyu glanced at the strange smile on Concubine Tang's lips. Why did she feel very satisfied? Was it because she had eaten some imported food, so she felt satisfied, or was it for some other reason?

Ning Zhongyu shook his head. This smile was a bit inconsistent with Concubine Tang's classical temperament.

When Concubine Tang walked away, Ning Zhongyu still felt that something was wrong. What was going on with those red marks? He would definitely ask when he had a chance later.

When he came to the Qianqing Palace, through the window gap, Ning Zhongyu saw Lu Changjing sitting in front of the dragon case reading the memorial.

Lu Changjing did not find Ning Zhongyu. The real emperor was too good at hiding himself. He did not practice special detection techniques, so it was normal that he did not find it.

Seeing the fake emperor reading the memorial, Ning Zhongyu nodded. He was quite diligent today. He was probably understanding the court's movements. He did not detect the breath of practicing martial arts from him. It seemed that he was still an ordinary person.

His lips are also a little swollen, probably because of the verbal battles with the concubines, and he looks a little listless.

But think about it, it is normal for a person to have verbal battles with so many concubines. When I come out of seclusion later, I can reward him well.

He can stay in Baiyujing for the time being and let him replace me when needed.

Although I have also thought about whether this fake emperor will have something with the concubines, whether to castrate him.

But if he is castrated, the change will be too big, even if it is covered up, it will be difficult to cover it up, and there is something missing in the pants, which will inevitably be discovered by the court officials and concubines with keen insight.

You can't tie something in the pants of this fake emperor, it seems easier to find it, so just abolish his cultivation, so that he will never be able to practice again in the future.

Even so, it is easy to have problems. If it is discovered that the emperor has no cultivation and his foundation is abolished, the matter will definitely be a big deal.

But this is all we can do. We can't raise a tiger to cause trouble. In fact, in Ning Zhongyu's opinion, even if a child of a small family with average talent and qualifications has all kinds of resources and treasures in the palace, how far can he improve?

Cao Wenzheng is still too cautious. He must destroy his strength and foundation. It's too much of a disdain for them.

Fortunately, he was not exposed, otherwise it would be difficult to deal with.

Without cultivation, he can't practice. Cao Wenzheng is watching, and the people guarding the imperial study outside are also Cao Wenzheng's people. Naturally, there is no need to worry about what the fake emperor can do.

He also specifically reminded that if any concubines go to him, they must pay attention to avoid being taken advantage of by the fake emperor.

In this case, Ning Zhongyu is relieved.

Looking at the somewhat drowsy fake emperor, Ning Zhongyu couldn't help shaking his head. He was really not presentable, but how powerful could an ordinary person with a destroyed foundation be expected to be.

That's it. Anyway, he is not the one who can solve all the affairs of the court. He just needs to be a puppet.

After leaving the imperial study, Ning Zhongyu looked around and found that everything was fine and there was no chaos.

After leaving the palace, he found that Baiyujing was also very good. He heard some people's discussions, saying that the court and the country are now stable and the border is calm. Some people also said that he is a wise ruler, which made Ning Zhongyu a little stunned.

Although he is the emperor, he has some self-knowledge. The word wise does not seem to fit him.

Forget it, it is probably the people who are flattering him again, so just ignore it.

I heard that the border was in emergency before, probably it has been handled, and it is possible that the national policy of peace talks has been used. No wonder the resources and treasures sent to him in the past two years have become less and less, and they may have been used for this.

Since the court and the country are stable and there is nothing wrong in the palace, you can break through with peace of mind.

Ning Zhongyu smiled slightly and returned to the Yangxing Palace, ready to impact the realm of Cangyangshu Dacheng.

In the past three years, apart from practicing the art of hiding yang, he has not fallen behind in other aspects. His Qi training has reached the perfection of the sixth-level master and is about to break through the seventh-level master.

His body training and spirit training have also improved, but they are far behind his Qi training.

After the adjustment of his spirit, energy and spirit, Ning Zhongyu began to attack. At the beginning, everything was quite smooth.

As he was about to break through the shackles, Ning Zhongyu's mind inexplicably emerged with several red marks on Song Yuyan's instep and the red marks on Tang Qingyi's neck.

With the rise of Yang Qi in his body, the red marks beat more and more violently, although he didn't know where the red marks came from.

But when this strange red mark fell on Song Yuyan and Tang Qingyi, why did it always give people a restless feeling?

If the hidden Yang technique is perfected in the future, he will also find a way to leave red marks, which seems to have a different taste.

Thinking of this, Ning Zhongyu was shocked, and in a trance, he thought that these red marks could not be left by others, could it be other men.

"Crack, crack..."

Just when he thought of this, he felt that the pure Yang Qi in his body was also agitated. Ning Zhongyu shouted that it was not good. He was disturbed by messy thoughts, or the heat brought by the pure Yang Qi.

Just like the last time he hit the bottleneck, but this time it was even more severe.

He tried his best to control the agitated pure Yang Qi, but it was too late.

"Crack..."

Accompanied by the strange sound coming from his pants, Ning Zhongyu wanted to cry but had no tears. His brother, who was already injured, was completely finished this time.

Originally, as long as he succeeded in breaking through the barrier, he should be able to repair it. Why did it suddenly become like this?

If he had known this, he should not have gone out before breaking through the barrier. It was originally an action for peace of mind, but he didn't expect it to become a delusion.