Xin Zhuo was finally served by the palace maid, and put on a black brocade robe with gold silk trim, flying lin boots and a jade belt, her long black hair was pulled into a vertical hairstyle, and she put on a golden crown.
When I walked out of the room, it was the darkness before dawn, and there were many people in the courtyard. They raised their heads almost at the same time when they heard the sound.
After taking a closer look, a man relies on his clothes and a horse relies on his saddle. When Xin Zhuo came to Beijing, he was dressed simply and looked a bit wild and businesslike. Now that he has changed his clothes, he looks like a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old. His features are handsome and his temperament is extraordinary. He is the same as those. Compared to the Holy Son in the Cave Heaven, the Holy Land on Earth, he is no less generous. He even has an indescribable special temperament. He is not afraid of ghosts and gods in heaven and earth? Aloof? Ling Ran everything? Alien? Are you out of tune with the world?
This is obviously not what a Yuanji realm warrior should have.
Yes, he has been a disciple and the emperor of a country!
The two elders, the Minister of Honglu Temple and the Minister of Rites, had secretive expressions on their faces. They could not say they were happy or anything.
Hu Den in the crowd had evil eyes in his eyes and was cursing in his heart.
"Let's go!"
Xin Zhuo walked out first, followed by the mangy dog Xiao Huang.
After leaving the "Yanran Pavilion", I got into a fairly luxurious car and headed west surrounded by a large number of officials from the Ministry of Rites and Honglu Temple.
The sky was blue and misty in the early morning, and there were only a few scattered people left in the originally bustling street. The middle of the street was almost full of officials and horses hurriedly going to court, surrounded by servants and servants.
Passing through Zhaoxianfang, Xiaoyuefang, Liuyifang and Wenzhengfang, we finally arrived in front of the Pilgrimage Gate of Daqian Palace in Beicheng.
Under the dim light of the early morning, the huge and continuous Daqian Palace, with its glazed tiles and statues of animals winding like fish scales, gives people a sense of majesty and solemnity, and a sense of silence when approaching.
In the square in front of the pilgrimage gate, there was a dense crowd of luxury carriages and horses, probably no less than two thousand in total.
There are so many carriages gathered together, but it doesn't seem crowded. In addition to the square in front of the palace being large enough, there is also a clear distinction between classes -
At the front are the princes, prime ministers, senior officials from the three provinces, the Grand Sima, the Grand General, the Dazhu Kingdom and the Six Ministries and Nine Ministers, followed by the frontier officials and the capital officials who are facing the saints.
Each rank is clustered together, and the official robes of green, blue, red and purple are clearly distinguishable.
Xin Zhuo's carriage stopped, and he did not get out of the car immediately. Instead, he looked out through the window. Just one glance made his scalp numb.
The lowest cultivation level of these people is at the Lingtai level, and the highest level is ignorant of reality. No wonder they are called the Holy Dynasty, the first court in the Middle Earth of Donghua Mingyu!
Taking the power of the Eight Kingdoms of Zhou Dynasty to resist, it is indeed a bit of a mantis to block the car.
"Prince Xin, please get out of the car!" came the not polite voice of the white-bearded Minister of Rites from outside.
Xin Zhuo was silent for a moment and stepped out of the carriage. As soon as his feet stepped on the ground, he was greeted by countless eyes, which was enough to make people tremble all over.
Xin Zhuo endured the pressure, raised his hands and saluted around him, and saw from a distance the old man Ji Man from yesterday. He was now wearing a purple python robe, looking elegant and majestic.
Not far away stood Prince Jing Ji Bixuan, who was wearing a five-clawed golden dragon court dress. There were still some whip marks on his face, and his eyes were full of resentment.
Just as he was about to look away, Xin Zhuo's pupils suddenly shrank and he looked somewhere.
Huang Dagui, the third leader of Fulong Mountain back then!
At this moment, he is dressed in the military uniform of a general, tall and powerful, looking over with one eye, grinning, showing yellow teeth, but you have absolutely no idea what his smile means.
Xin Zhuo frowned slightly, someone from Jiusihai came too?
Just as he was about to look away, he suddenly froze again.
There was a young man in a purple ducal robe. His appearance was not outstanding, and he even had a square face with slightly high cheekbones, but his brows were full of aloofness and disdain. Even when he spotted Xin Zhuo, he didn't even look at him. One glance.
Jiang Yugyu!
A disciple of the Daoshan Jiang family!
The second younger brother in the family.
I actually saw him here!
Xin Zhuo subconsciously clenched his fists and even ignored Jiang Dagou, Lu Yuer and Zhang Panghu who came from nowhere behind Jiang Yugui and winked at him.
It's not that his will is weak and the city is too shallow, but the Jiang family is like a thorn hanging in his heart. These years of life and death, and all the hard work in training, isn't it just to let out the turbid air in his heart?
He even wanted to step forward immediately, test this boy's skills, and ask him, is my cultivation level of less than a hundred years good enough for my third grandson?
But he endured it.
The road ahead is still long, the current situation is turbulent, and the empress's thoughts are unclear, so it is not necessary for the time being.
Moreover, even if he faced such a person, he was not afraid at all. They were both Yuanji, so how strong could he be? No matter how profound his background is, how can the owner of Wangyue Well take it easy?
So, he breathed a sigh of relief, stopped looking at anyone, and looked at his nose and heart.
However, someone refused to let him do so.
"Xin Zhuo!"
An unabashedly harsh voice shouted: "Long time no see, do you still know me?"
Following the voice, a figure in white clothes unstained by mortal world came in front of him, the golden crown was fluttering, there was a bit of playfulness on his handsome face, and the aura of Yuanji Jiulin was looming.
Xin Zhuo looked at this person, he was vaguely familiar, but he couldn't remember him, so he simply stayed silent.
The man thought to himself: "It's normal if you don't remember. Bai Liuyun of the Taiping Palace was just an immortal!"
Bai Liuyun? I have a vague impression that he was one of the Taiping Palace Earth Immortals who was sent by the Emperor of Zhou to hunt him down!
This person was obviously killed by me back then, so there is only one explanation for why he can appear here, and his cultivation has reached the Yuanji Jiulin Realm - he is a person from the Mirror Flower Water Moon Trial!
In this damn "Flower in the Mirror, Moon in the Water", you can't tell which people are trialists and how many are acquaintances from back then.
"Bai Liuyun, the Holy Son of Light."
Bai Liuyun approached, as if to introduce himself, and then transmitted the message into the secret, "If it weren't for you, I would have become a semi-saint now. I haven't killed you these days, but I just don't have time. Today you and I will compete, or you How about comparing it with everyone else and seeing how the empress chooses?"
Xin Zhuo was surprised, could this grandson... also come to the draft?
Draft? !
"Pa bang..."
At this moment, nine whips sounded from the "Pilgrimage Gate", and a drake's voice spread around: "Morning morning, open the door!"
"Crunch..."
The palace door opened wide, revealing the "Wuji Palace Garden" which was wide, deep and covered with gold and jade.
Thousands of officials arranged their appearance, took the wat tablets, and divided themselves into two rows. The distinguished princes went through the left door, and the civil and military ministers went through the right door.
"Other people say that the Empress is leaning towards you, but I don't believe it. Do you know the Empress' unparalleled talents? How could she fall in love with such a vulgar person like you!" Bai Liuyun sneered and left first.
Xin Zhuo shook his head with a chuckle, glanced at the Minister of Rites and others beside him, walked forward, and went straight to the right door to line up.
However, at this moment, with a "creak" sound, the middle door suddenly opened wide. A great eunuch in a python robe looked around, locked onto Xin Zhuo, and hurriedly ran to him: "King Xin, please go through the middle door!"
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"..."
The two densely packed officials couldn't help but stop in unison, their expressions extremely exciting.
Jiang Yugui, who had been silent all this time, also frowned.
Bai Liuyun turned his head suddenly, his face full of disbelief.
The middle gate of the "Pilgrimage Gate" will never be opened except for major events such as Emperor Daqian's wedding, Emperor Daqian's enthronement, etc. Moreover, the rules of Daqian are extremely pure and cannot be treated like child's play.
What does the empress mean?
"Prime Minister!"
"Zhongshu Ling!"
Before Xin Zhuo could react, a large number of officials looked at Mr. Ji Man angrily, seeming to be resisting and resisting.
Ji Man closed his eyes, let out a long sigh, and whispered something. Then all the ministers' expressions became a little brighter, and they all turned around and winked.
"King Xin?"
The chief eunuch is still asking for instructions.
Xin Zhuo had just recovered from his confusion. Of course he knew what it meant to open the middle door and let him go.
After hesitating again and again, he suddenly had a strange realization. Except for the empress, everyone seemed to have some hatred towards him. In this case, if I don't hug my thighs tightly, how long will it take?
He strode towards the panlong jade steps at the middle gate.
The Minister of Rites and the Minister of Honglu Temple stopped, and the eunuch leaned sideways and supported them carefully.
As soon as he stepped through the gate, Bai Liuyun followed him in with more than thirty handsome and free-spirited young men, with a slight smile on his face.
This is the compromise between Ji Man and the ministers. If you Xin Zhuo can leave, so can others.
Once some things are said in a vulgar way, it's like playing house, which has nothing to do with martial arts, cultivation, or status.
Xin Zhuo looked back and met a group of provocative looks. He couldn't help but curse in his heart, these are shameless people.
"These are shameless people!"
Suddenly someone caught up behind him, right next to Xin Zhuo, and cursed: "Disgusting!"
Xin Zhuo looked at this man, unable to hide the embarrassment on his face.
Murong Xiu!
This guy was actually here, smeared with makeup, dressed up like a girl, with a little red flower in his hair, which even reminded him of the head of the Orphan Palace back then.
"So, what are you here for?" Xin Zhuo asked.
Murong Xiu's face turned dark red and he coughed lightly: "I am different from them. I am elegant, righteous, and concerned about the country and the people."
He lowered his voice: "This way, you will be the queen, I will be the noble concubine, and the guys behind can only be Jieyu, nobles, etc. When I came here, I saw seventeen palace battles, and I was full of red crane crowns, one-foot-long silk and so on. , let’s be good brothers and play them to death, so that the wealth will not go to outsiders, and we will have a son, who happens to be the eldest son and prince of the empress, wouldn’t it be wonderful?”
"Get the fuck out of here!" Xin Zhuo endured it again and again, but still couldn't hold it back.
This bastard thinks about it all the time. Can a man have a child?
And...where did this strong female aura come from?
(End of chapter)
