"Dong dong..."
The dull death knell also reached the top floor of "Xingyun Tower".
Chanyi looked outside fiercely and said in shock: "What are you talking about? The emperor has passed away at this time. This capital... I'm afraid there will be chaos for a few days."
Xin Zhuo retracted his gaze towards the sky outside and glanced at the Moon-watching Well in front of him. In the well, Ji Yaoyue's sacrificial spirit was almost mature for harvest, but there was still a little missing. He murmured: "Dragon Qi..."
Ji Yaoyue's plan is too big and the layout is too deep. Jiang Yuqi's child may not survive.
Turning to look at Chanyi: "You go back first, don't reveal my return for the time being, discuss it with Nuying, and find a way to bring Beihai and Zheng Guo people together at the end of Xu Shi tonight!"
"Here!" Chanyi bowed and left in a hurry.
Bai Xuanji thought for a while: "Master, we..."
Xin Zhuo took away the moon well and looked at the imperial city: "No hurry, wait a minute."
The sacrificial spirits of Xi Qin have been replaced. Of the original sacrificial spirits, only Ji Yaoyue is still there, and it is not mature yet. It needs time. With the coincidence of Ji Peiyu's death, I am afraid that the time is coming soon!
It’s not in vain that you worked so hard to manage Ji Yaoyue!
After absorbing this wave, I don’t know how many times it will take to enter the innate world?
Once you reach the fourth or fifth level of Xiantian, no matter what conspiracy they have, you can just kill them with all your strength.
…
Night falls.
Xu Shizhong.
royal palace.
Prince's East Palace.
There were bursts of crying in the distance. The Celestial Masters and Confucian scholars from Qintian Prison were chanting sutras for Emperor Daxing. In the Zhentian Palace in front, the regent princess was leading the ministers to discuss the affairs of Emperor Daxing and all parties involved in the government. matters.
The two queens, Jiang Yuqi and Ji Zejun, sat alone on the dragon bed, looking at the livid face of the prince Ji Yu and his breath as fine as a gossamer, and couldn't help but shed tears.
The imperial doctors have come seven times, and they have all concluded that the prince should make arrangements for his funeral as soon as possible.
Has there ever been a time when a prince and an emperor died of illness together?
This Ji Yu is the only bloodline of the two emperors.
The direct line of the Ji family’s royal family is about to be severed!
"Emperor's sister-in-law, please save the prince!" Queen Jiang Yuqi choked in despair, holding Ji Zejun's hand tightly.
Ji Zejun also lost his mind for a while and was in a daze.
At this moment, a breeze blew by my ears, like a shadow flashing past.
Ji Zejun was startled. He stood up solemnly and looked around. No one was there. When he looked at the bed again, he saw that the prince was gone. His face turned pale: "Who is the prince...?"
Jiang Yuqi raised her head and was stunned. She couldn't bear the stimulation anymore and fainted on her back.
"Silence! The news requires martial law! I will treat him and he will be sent back in a few days."
A faint voice came from nowhere.
Ji Zejun frowned slightly, then raised his head sharply, eyes widening.
A black shadow has quietly reached the top of the palace, holding the prince in its hand, and then flashed to another palace. It was like a ghost, invisible to ordinary eyes, and difficult for ordinary earthly immortals to detect.
Twinkling, a moment later, he had reached the depths of the palace, stopped under the shadow of the ridge of the palace's glazed dragon head hall, and looked straight ahead.
Of course, this person is Xin Zhuo. No matter how prosperous martial arts will be in the future, this great Zhou Dynasty still needs a master. This master cannot be Ji Yaoyue, otherwise he will not be able to overcome the obstacles in his heart and will be difficult to calm down.
He also needs a new emperor to worship the spirit.
This child has the blood of the Jiang family, which is really suitable.
Of course, let's take a look at the true and false status of the masters in the palace.
Opposite is the Shixian Hall, which is tall and majestic, full of ripples of acquired martial arts, giving people a sense of depth, depth, sharpness and strangeness. Looking at it, it is awe-inspiring.
Mom, are they in there?
He stretched out two fingers, a trace of innate martial arts winding around like silk thread, and slowly approached the Shixian Palace.
There are many people!
Dozens of Earth Immortals! Among them, there are six earthly immortals of rank seven or above, and four of them are earthly immortals of rank nine!
This is a terrifying force that can destroy heaven and earth. Even if they are all immortals, they cannot be underestimated.
Xin Zhuo suddenly guessed the purpose of these people. They were just like the people behind the four people in Beihai, who conspired with Ji Yaoyue to get a share of the fortune of the unified Holy Dynasty and to prepare for the coming of the prosperous age of martial arts.
This idea is correct!
But, will this martial arts boom really be that simple? Anyone who jumps out of the pumice in the void can be killed!
Not to mention there are still many unknowns!
And where is Miss Gege’s hometown?
This world can never be so rough and small. These people may be smart, but the pattern still remains.
So, everything became ridiculous.
Really boring.
It’s just not quite there yet!
Xin Zhuo estimated that his strength might be a little inferior to that of the nine-turn earth immortals the day after tomorrow. He couldn't even strangle a group of earth immortals.
It's difficult for me to save them for the time being, but there is no danger of life, so we can wait a little longer.
After thinking about it, I glanced in the direction of Zhentian Palace, hoping that she would be more ambitious and move faster!
A little underfoot, the wind disappeared.
…
At the end of the garrison period.
The Jiang family was also decorated with white silk ribbons to see off Emperor Daxing.
In the main hall of Lanqing Courtyard, a sumptuous dinner table was now placed, with fruits and vegetables, delicacies from mountains and rivers, animals and exotic delicacies.
However, all the maids and servants who were serving were driven away, leaving only Li Yun and Chan Yi, and all the musicians and singers from the past were also missing.
At this time, the old lady, who was suppressing her physical discomfort, sat in the main seat, with a trace of confusion and confusion on her face.
Below are the four princesses Beihai, Zhengguo, Liyang, Feihuang and Jiang Nuying.
The four of them frowned slightly. They didn't know what was going on today. They had to have a banquet at home. The emperor was passing away. Aren't they afraid of being impeached?
Princess Beihai looked at the weird-looking Nv Ying: "Is it your idea?"
Jiang Nuying nodded: "It was my daughter's idea. I heard that Dongyi is about to be pacified. The main contribution is to the Western Qin soldiers left by Uncle Sixteen. Uncle Sixteen is alive in heaven and will definitely be happy about it." , so today’s banquet at home will be one for Xi Qin’s celebration and the other for Sixteenth Uncle’s celebration.”
The four princesses looked at each other, always feeling something was strange.
Princess Zheng said: "All the soldiers of the Western Qin Dynasty died in the battle, and your seventeenth uncle Jiang Yugui is about to die. If Yuqing knows, will you really be... happy?"
Jiang Nuying said: "I must be happy. Maybe Uncle Seventeen will get better after this happy occasion?"
Beihai looked across and saw an empty bench next to the old lady. He couldn't help but sneered: "Nvying, could it be that Jiang Yong is back?"
Jiang Yong, the Earth Immortal of the Jiang family, was the absolute backer of the Jiang family after Jiang Yuqing's death, but he suddenly left more than two years ago without a trace.
If he comes back...
The old lady couldn't bear it any longer and pounded the table: "Beihai, what you said doesn't sit well with me. What will happen if Jiang Yong doesn't come back? Do I have to report it to you?"
Princess Beihai paused and sneered: "Old lady, I'm not afraid to tell you the truth. I want the Four Sacred Mountains of this Jiang family. It will only be good for you and not bad. If you want to use Jiang Yong to deal with us, just I'm afraid it's just wishful thinking, even if he is an Earth Immortal, he is not qualified, so we will kill him like searching for something from a bag."
His face was completely torn at this moment.
The old lady glanced at the four Beihai princesses, sighed, and said in a vicissitudes of voice: "It has been nineteen or twenty years. You have deceived everyone. You have worked so hard!"
Princess Zheng smiled and said: "That's not entirely true. Jiang Huan saw at a glance that even Jiang Yuqing was aware of it before he was alive. It's just that your Jiang family's energy has been exhausted, and several outstanding children have all died young.
Keep that Jiang Yugui, a wine bag and a rice bag, full of lust, a little book that I don’t know where to read, and he actually wants to lie to my aunt, really..."
The old lady's face was ashen and she had nothing to say. Jiang Yugui had indeed gone crazy in the past few years and behaved in a lewd manner.
Princess Beihai stood up and said calmly: "In short, the Jiang family must be obedient. The golden age of martial arts is coming. This is the place where the Four Sacred Mountains will stay. You will serve them with all your heart. No one knows what will happen in the future, but it will definitely benefit you. .”
"Oh? What's the benefit?"
The person who said this was not the old lady, nor Jiang Nuying, nor Li Yun and Chan Yi.
"What a benefit..." Princess Beihai said, suddenly paused and looked sharply in one direction.
The other three princesses, the old lady, Jiang Nuying, and Li Yun also looked over. Suddenly, someone was sitting in the seat that had just been vacant.
A young man held a sleeping child of two or three years old in his arms. He was picking up a river shrimp with chopsticks and eating it slowly.
He has long and loose hair, fair complexion, broad shoulders, and a straight posture. Even if he sits casually, he will make people feel a sense of pressure for no reason.
The old lady looked at it blankly at first, then her eyes widened, and finally she turned around with a trace of bitterness on her face: "I'm afraid that my health may not be good, but I saw my dead grandson!"
After saying that, she noticed that Jiang Nuying and others were still looking directly at her, and couldn't help but look again. Tears instantly filled her cloudy old eyes: "Yu Qing? Is that you, Yu Qing?"
Xin Zhuo put down his chopsticks and smiled: "How is grandma doing these years?"
"No!" The old lady was at a loss and simply beat Xin Zhuo's arm hard, crying loudly at her age: "You brat, my grandmother thinks about you day and night, are you dead or alive..." …”
"Uncle!" Jiang Nuying also had tears in her eyes. She turned around and ran behind Xin Zhuo, hugging Xin Zhuo's neck tightly and telling her uncle all the grievances she had suffered in the past few years.
(End of chapter)
