Jiang Mansion will not sleep tonight!
The servants were rewarded with silver coins again, and they were all happy. Their faces were not reserved, but full of smiles.
The princess, madam, and young ladies gathered together to celebrate, and they couldn't help but express their excitement even if they used the most beautiful words in the world on Yu Qing.
The rise and glory of a centuries-old family requires the hard work of several generations, but Jiang Yuqing alone has done what the ancestors of all generations have been unable to do!
Just the name of Jiang's private army of 500,000 makes people feel excited and unable to control themselves!
Even if we have to worry about the thoughts of the emperor and prime ministers, what's the harm in enjoying ourselves behind closed doors?
It is said that the old lady, who had just recovered from a serious illness, drank a few more drinks while being happy.
There was still excitement in the front yard, and Ji Yaoyue had already walked back to Fengwei Courtyard with the palace maid's money. Her graceful figure, graceful attitude, and footsteps were a little more brisk than before, and every move was pleasing to the eye.
"Princess!"
Jian Gong came over from afar, with an excited look on his face: "The news about the Prince Consort has spread throughout the capital. It's really dazzling. I never thought that the Prince Consort is so brave!"
Ji Yaoyue nodded slightly and walked into the main hall.
All the daily necessities and clothes left by Xin Zhuo in the palace were well preserved, and were often taken care of and cleaned by Ji Yaoyue herself.
She walked slowly towards the bookcase, sat down cross-legged, and stared blankly at the bandit uniform that Xin Zhuo had been reluctant to throw away.
She has hand-washed this outfit thirteen times.
Jian Gong sighed softly. At this time, the princess needed to be quiet, so she winked, led the maids to retreat, and closed the palace door tightly.
Ji Yaoyue was still looking at Xin Zhuo's clothes, and suddenly stretched out her hand to whisper softly, smiling softly and murmuring: "You will never forgive me after all. You have worked so hard to manage the Western Region, and you have not hesitated to shock the court and the emperor. What you have done This is the plan to never come back even if the fish is dead and the net is broken!"
As he spoke, a dazzling five-clawed golden dragon suddenly appeared behind him. It was like the majesty of the dynasty, the leader of dragon luck in the world, and vaguely resembled the general trend of the world of Fulong Mountain!
The true energy of Shinto Yin rises and falls.
While the golden dragon roared silently, her aura had already entered the realm of a great venerable.
"You will never understand after all! This dragon energy of misfortune needs to be sacrificed, and I, Ji Yaoyue, need to be sacrificed. Wait until I swallow up the fortune of the Great Zhou Dynasty, rule the world, and build an immortal dynasty... I will live forever, and you will be reborn... for What does it matter if I die once? You will never understand. You are just a stupid little bandit. How can you survive with your current behavior? Without me to help you, you are struggling. Who in the world loves you, haha... …”
The more he laughed, the crazier he laughed, the louder he laughed. He seemed to be going crazy. The shadow of the golden dragon hovered around the entire hall, and the golden light shone, shocking people's eyes.
However, the aura was vague and never spilled out of the palace.
…
The capital also caroused all night long.
The people of the world are ultimately the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the land of Western Qin is ultimately the Western Qin of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
The great victory of the Western Qin County Prince was by no means only Western Qin's own business.
By the Xuanling River, the brothel Goulan and Jiaofangsi in Ruyifang are already overcrowded. There are the angry young Confucian students who are very interested in poetry.
What "Kunlun will never be returned until it is broken."
What "Let's see who has broken through Mount Anxi now, but I, the King of Western Qin..."
What else is there to say about "gold and iron horses, dominating the world with anger, so that they can teach barbarians to enter the capital of Andu..."
No matter what the level of poetry is, it is flirtatious and romantic, and it makes people happy when they drink and sing wildly.
"The master's majestic appearance and the momentum of a world-famous general finally appear!"
"How can a man as stalwart as Master be a thing in the pond?"
Xingyun Tower, which was destroyed and rebuilt by Jiang family masters, had more than a dozen people sitting cross-legged in a large private room.
Ji Cunxiao, Zong Lingxi, Li Xiyue, He Liancheng, Feng Sanbao, Song Qiqi, Murong Yunxi and other students from the Qiugong Pavilion gathered together, plus Fu Qingshan, who had been in the same boat as Xin Zhuo.
He Liansheng had already drank three kilograms of Spring Jade Brew and looked at everyone in a drunken state: "How is it? What did I say? I regret not joining the Divine Power Army and joining the Master like Junior Sister Bai Xuanji!"
Li Xiyue sighed. The Shenwei Army is the private army of the Jiang family, while the Shence Army is the imperial army directly under the imperial court. The scholars and warriors in the world naturally choose the Shence Army, but... who could have imagined that the master would be so brave and achieve unparalleled achievements. , it seems that Junior Sister Bai Xuanji still has the vision.
"Haha..." Fu Qingshan suddenly laughed bitterly. Now he has defected to his old cousin and has become the tenth commander of the Shence Military Region. In the past, he was also complacent. He boasted that he was far better than Zhang Guangpu, who had no choice but to go to Xi Qin. There is a place where there is a way to be in the same boat. Now it is rising steadily, right?
Ji Cunxiao and Zong Lingxi looked embarrassed at the dissolute members of Yuan Yikuishe.
"I want to make my wife's name famous! It's better to do something better than nothing. Let's see who dares to question it!"
He Liansheng stood up unsteadily, walked to the window, and shouted with all his strength: "Everyone! Everyone! Listen to me, the King of Western Qin is my teacher. Today I want to make it clear, Sun Tzu's Art of War, Tao Te Ching It was all done by Jiang Yuqing, the king of West Qin County! No one can take it away!"
"Well……"
Behind him, Li Xiyue, Feng Sanbao and others looked at each other in confusion. You may be right to say that, but...when did it become what the Master did?
The guests in the dark hall outside were quiet for a while, and then they saw a Confucian scholar looking up to the sky and laughing: "So that's it! The prince is actually a scholar, no wonder he can win the battle of Xiaofeichuan with less!"
This thing, it... suddenly makes sense!
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Night falls.
The afterglow of the setting sun illuminates the majestic, solemn, and huge imperial city in golden color.
At the Tongzheng Gate, there were Linghu Pi, the left prime minister, Feng Sihu, the right prime minister, Tuo Bagui, the general of the Shence Army, Lu Zhizhong, the minister of the Ministry of War, She Songgui, the right servant of the minister, Ling Xuwei, the supervisor of the Cexuan Division, Liu Guangshi, the middle prime minister, and Zuopu, the minister. She Li Wanchuan, Tianwu Army General Yuan Yi, Dianqian Army General Mo Zongze and more than a dozen clan princes and dukes walked in slowly, wearing purple court uniforms and looking majestic.
This is not the time to go to court, but the ministers of the imperial court have been urgently recruited into the palace by His Majesty.
The moment they entered the palace gate, everyone looked at each other. Although they did not speak, they all saw the heaviness in each other's eyes.
After entering the Tongzheng Gate, we walked through the long and empty white jade dragon steps, passed through the royal roads lined with imperial generals, and arrived at the Tai Chi Hall of the Zhentian Palace.
This is not the Fengtian Hall of the previous dynasty, but a place where the emperor handled government affairs and met with his private ministers.
From afar, I saw a hazy and weak shadow of dragon energy coming from the palace. This had existed since the moment Emperor Zhou ascended the throne, but at this moment, the shadow of dragon energy was weak and unstable.
When the emperor is angry, he will bleed for thousands of miles!
The ministers tensed up and quickened their pace. They entered the palace and saluted in unison: "I will see you, Your Majesty!"
There was no movement at the high dragon chair behind the dragon pond above.
Zuo Cheng, Linghu Pi, raised his head slightly and saw a broken crystal jade cup under the imperial steps. His heart sank slightly. He looked towards the dragon throne and saw the young Emperor Zhenyuan, dressed in casual clothes embroidered with dragons and red robes, with a livid face. The hair is also a little messy.
