Before Li Jiangyao and the others left Ziliwenbantimu, the legend about the Holy King of Western Xinjiang had already spread rapidly in Yanqi Kingdom.
King Yanqi also reacted very quickly. He ordered his people to fly the Holy King's flag overnight to prepare for the triumphal return of the Protector. At the same time, the Yanqi royal court also announced that Ziliwenbantimu Village was officially designated as a holy land of the Flower God Sect, and troops were sent to strictly guard it.
The news spread quickly to other countries in Western Xinjiang. With the joint efforts of the Shenhua family and Persian businessmen, Zili Wenbantimu Village was portrayed as a thousand-year altar to the Flower God's paradise, and the only person qualified to open the altar was the Holy Spirit who saved the entire ghost desert in Western Xinjiang. Wang Li Jiangyao.
Of course, behind all this is the secret planning of the Zhenjiang Army Intelligence Department.
In these turbulent times, people have suffered so much that they urgently need a story that is full of light and hope and closely related to their own beliefs, so as to heal the trauma and grief deep in their hearts.
More and more people are willing to believe that the Great Protector Li Jiangyao who completely ended the civil strife in Western Xinjiang must be the Holy King sent by Nanjin Flower God to the world to save them.
Moreover, the Holy King is the son chosen by God. This is neither the name of a warlord nor the position of an official in the Tang Dynasty. Therefore, the Holy King will never be defeated, let alone be influenced by outsiders. As long as he is around, the ghosts of Western Xinjiang will The desert can then be at peace and prosper again.
What's more, the Holy King can also open the altar of the Flower God's Paradise, which brings infinite hope to the believers.
On the day they came out of the mountain, Li Jiangyao and others couldn't help but be shocked by the scene outside the mountain.
Thousands of people from the Yanqi Kingdom, as well as people from Western Xinjiang who came here from neighboring countries, lined the streets to welcome their holy king.
There were crowds of men, women, old and young, holding flowers, wine, and home-cooked cakes and snacks in their hands. They crowded around and looked forward to it. When Li Jiangyao's handsome flag appeared in the field of vision, the crowd immediately burst into earth-shaking cheers.
"Long live the Holy King!"
People's eyes filled with excitement, and they jumped and crowded forward, wanting to see the Holy King with their own eyes. The White Robe Army Guards, the Flying Cavalry Battalion of the Third Army, and the Fifth Army that came specially for reinforcements, together with the Yanqi Army, formed two human walls hand in hand, desperately maintaining order on the scene, and were almost swallowed up by the crowd.
Wherever Li Jiangyao's horse passed by, people spontaneously knelt down on the roadside and paid homage to him.
He looked pious, as if he had seen the true God.
Dong Tianxing followed the team and was stunned. He thought to himself that when the late Emperor Li Chengwu went on tour, it might not have been so exaggerated.
And Lao Dong has seen the world, even he is like this, let alone Lian Ji, Wu Rong, Amenta and their subordinates. Everyone was shaken by the cheers like a mountain roar and a tsunami. They kept waving to the people, and everyone had smiles on their faces.
Among the team, Xiahou Ninghan was the only one who kept pace with Li Jiangyao. When the people on the roadside saw her beautiful face, they were not only surprised and happy, but also cheered:
"Look! She is the fairy who entered the paradise with the Holy King!"
"It's so beautiful, isn't it a fairy from heaven?"
"Of course, she is a beautiful girl who serves the Nanjin Flower God, so she is qualified."
"Ask her to be the princess of our Holy King. They are a perfect match!"
Xiahou Ninghan smiled and asked Li Jiangyao in a low voice: "Should I stay a little further back? Will I get scolded if I walk side by side with the Holy King of Xijiang?"
Li Jiangyao was amused by her: "No! Look how much everyone welcomes you. Don't forget that you are the destined Princess Xiahou, and you should be with me."
Xiahou Ninghan pursed her lips and smiled. While waving to the people on the roadside, she asked calmly: "Is this lively scene probably your idea?"
Li Jiangyao nodded and whispered: "When I came out of the mine, I was thinking about whether I should make good use of the legend of the Holy King. It happened that someone from the Intelligence Department was around, so I asked him to send his idea out. Thank you. Tanzhi, Yuduoluo, Situ Wushou and the young prince Kuliban will discuss the matter as appropriate. Otherwise, this famous scene will happen."
Xiahou Ninghan nodded slightly: "I understand your intention. Western Xinjiang has just been freed from the war, and the situation is not yet completely stable. If you want to rest in peace and contentment, you must first give the people hope. In addition, in the future, the Xinjiang Army will definitely They are going to go out two passes to the east and fight the Turks. By that time, not only will all the 350,000 troops have left, but more soldiers may have to be recruited. It may be difficult to suppress them just by relying on the status of a guardian. Countries in Western Xinjiang.”
"Those who know me are Ninghan." Li Jiangyao said with a smile: "Let alone the Great Protector, even if the emperor comes in person, the kings of Western Xinjiang may not be willing to buy it. Only by starting from the local religion can we have a chance to control the people's hearts and counterattack Come here to suppress the various princes. Besides, I am not the self-proclaimed Holy King of Western Xinjiang, but the old village chief of Wenbantimu Village in Zili has personally certified it, haha."
Xiahou Ninghan secretly praised Li Jiangyao for his resourcefulness. Indeed, as he said, since the countries in Western Xinjiang have the guts to rebel against the Holy Tang again and again, they don't care about rebelling against him, the majority protector of the Xinjiang Army, one more time. However, once Li Jiangyao becomes the Holy King in the eyes of the people, as the chosen son of the Flower God, and shoulders the mission of guarding Western Xinjiang, then whoever dares to stand up against him will be against all the people of Western Xinjiang.
This kind of cost of betraying relatives and making enemies across the board is something no king of Western Xinjiang can bear.
"You are so awesome!" Xiahou Ninghan's eyes were full of tenderness and sweetness, and he smiled: "You managed this big thing quietly, Ninghan admires you."
Li Jiangyao was particularly happy to be praised by his sweetheart. He reined in the reins and stopped the horse. Seeing this, the whole team also stopped.
When the people saw that the Holy King suddenly stopped, they knew that he had something to say, so they all became quiet and looked at Li Jiangyao curiously.
Li Jiangyao glanced around calmly, and then used his inner strength to spread his voice far away: "People of Western Xinjiang, I, Li Jiangyao, am speaking to you!"
"Long live!" "Long live the Holy King!"
Li Jiangyao raised his hand to stop the people's shouts and continued: "Bless the Flower God! After six years of ravages of war, our Western Xinjiang is united again. For six years, the door to paradise has never been closed. It is enough It proves that the Flower God still cares about his people and looks forward to the rebirth of Western Xinjiang!"
The people burst into tears and shouted "Flower God bless you!"
Li Jiangyao continued: "I hereby declare that Yanqi State has done meritorious service in respecting the Holy King. It exempts the people from taxes for five years. All the country's foreign debts and royal court expenses will be fully responsible for the Zhenjiang Army!"
As soon as these words came out, the cheers were deafening. People threw their hats and scarves into the air. Many people knelt down directly, raised their hands above their heads, prayed to the sky, and thanked the Flower God and the Holy King for their grace.
"I have one more thing to announce!" Following Li Jiangyao's words, the enthusiastic crowd fell silent again. He pointed at Xiahou Ninghan beside him and said loudly: "From today on, she, Xiahou Ninghan, is my princess!"
The people could not conceal their excitement, and immediately shouted excitedly:
"Long live the Holy King! Long live the Princess!"
Dong Tianxing smiled so hard that the wrinkles on his old face were piled together, and he bowed his hands to Xiahou Ninghan: "Congratulations, congratulations! Congratulations, Princess Xiahou!"
Wu Rong and others also expressed their congratulations, and even Lian Ji came forward on horseback and hummed: "Okay, I have no objection to you being the principal wife from now on."
The reaction of the Zhenjiang Army was even more exaggerated. A captain in white robes drew out the sword from his waist and shouted loudly. All the white-robed guards, the Third Army, and the Fifth Army on the scene knelt down on one knee in unison and shouted in unison: "See the princess!"
Xia Hou Ninghan's face turned red with embarrassment. While smiling at everyone, she complained softly to Li Jiangyao: "You bad guy, why didn't you inform me in advance? How annoying!"
Li Jiangyao stepped forward and held her hand, and said with a happy smile: "Sooner or later, our affairs will be announced to the public. Let's tell it now to make everyone happy together. Look at the people's reactions, they are sincere. bless us."
Xiahou Ninghan held Li Jiangyao's hand tightly and nodded: "Yes, beautiful things are often the most inspiring. At this moment, I feel that my heart is connected with the hearts of the people in Western Xinjiang. This feeling very nice."
At this time, King Yanqi led the princes and ministers to the front and knelt down together. The king loudly said: "See His Royal Highness the Holy King and His Royal Highness the Princess. On behalf of the people of Yanqi, I would like to thank your two Highnesses for their grace, and may the Flower God bless you!"
After that, he stood up, took out the scroll he had prepared, and announced to everyone present according to the pre-agreed process: "Follow the joint decree of the Holy See of the Flower God Sect, Prince Kuriban of the Shenhua Family, and the Zhenjiang Military Government. , From now on, Shuiyue City of Yanqi Kingdom will be renamed Holy King City, and an audience ceremony will be held, where His Highness the Holy King of Western Xinjiang will accept worship from all countries!"
Amid the cheers of the people, Li Jiangyao and Xiahou Ninghan walked side by side and led the team towards the Holy King City.
In the next month, kings, religious leaders, nobles and celebrities from various countries in Western Xinjiang traveled thousands of miles to come to the Holy King City to meet with Li Jiangyao and Xiahou Ninghan in accordance with the etiquette of the Holy See.
Xiahou Ninghan has been cultivating innate Qi since he was a child, and has strong martial arts. His body is already very strong, but even so, he is still dizzy from the exhaustion of the audience ceremony. She felt that fighting a hundred masters by herself was not as tiring as being a princess.
Facing the precious gifts piled up like a hill in the palace, Xiahou Ninghan sighed and took out a small book. Li Jiangyao collapsed on the bed and looked at her curiously: "Ninghan, aren't you tired?"
Xiahou Ninghan shook his head seriously: "Tired. But I have to be a good family. Oh, by the way, Jiang Yao, this is not a wedding ceremony, right? You still owe me a wedding."
