Imperial City, East Gate.
The magnificent city wall stretches for thousands of miles and is a hundred feet high, like a natural moat.
The city gate tower itself is like a small city.
Looking down from the clouds, I already feel the majestic waves in my heart. When I land on the ground, I feel even more majestic.
Above the city gate tower, the armor is tight and golden light shines.
As far as the eye can see, there are golden armors, which look like soldiers from heaven descending to earth.
If there was no baptism of military power at Tianmen Pass, if Changqing faced the Imperial City directly, Changqing would be overwhelmed by this battle.
"There are so many realms of heaven and humans. It's really difficult for Wei Shen to come to this imperial city and serve as the deputy commander of the imperial army." Chang Qing said with a smile.
Even Wei Lianxing felt serious at this moment, but seeing Changqing so relaxed and comfortable made him admire him even more.
"I even suspect that he deliberately used the guise of transporting the formation just to stay outside for a while." Chang Qing said.
"Sir, you still have to go to the Imperial City Prison. I think you will be summoned by His Majesty in the next few days to go to court for questioning." Wei Lianxing said with cupped hands.
"Who is going to interrogate me in prison? Zhao Zhen?" Changqing asked.
"My lord, you are joking." Wei Lianxing whispered: "For my lord, this kind of scene has no formality, it is just a rhetoric."
After a pause, Wei Lianxing added, "I have made arrangements to leave Zhao Fusheng's residence to you, sir."
"Zhao Fusheng? Where to live? Aren't I going to jail?"
"Sir, Zhao Fusheng has a place to live in the prison."
"Why?"
Wei Lianxing thought for a while before replying: "On the surface, I often cause trouble, but secretly it's for cultivation. In fact, I don't know."
Changqing looked at Wei Lianxing with interest, nodded and asked, "After more than seven years, will you go to heaven?"
Wei Lianxing was stunned for a moment before replying: "We have to strengthen our cultivation. Since we can't be guided by the heavens through the wind and clouds, there are always too many risks in climbing the Sea of Clouds Stone Tablet Mountain. Moreover, without a solid foundation, going to heaven may not be enough."
"Remember to look for me." Changqing said.
Walking along the official road towards the imperial city, Wei Lianxing followed Changqing closely, as if walking on a road leading to the sky.
Baili Jingming and Shangguan Yu also followed.
The prosperity of the imperial city can be seen from the people going in and out of the city. Just an ordinary road looks like a lively market.
Everyone carries a copy of Red Mansion Daily. Some held it and read it repeatedly, discussing with their companions, while others simply carried it around their waists to prove that they had also read the Red Mansion Daily.
The landing of the heavenly magic weapon flying boat did not attract too much attention from them.
As people in the imperial city, they have seen too much.
The only thing that surprised them was the atmosphere at the city gate, which was very wrong.
Several of the most powerful prison guards, who were never seen face to face on weekdays, were chatting at the gate of the city.
Several old women in palace attire were as expressionless as zombies, with a coldness that seemed to seep into other people's bones.
Two scholars were shaking their heads on the roadside and reciting poems.
There was also a general in golden armor, wiping his golden spear in public.
Many people have gathered at the gate of the city, including people from all walks of life. They are all looking forward to it, as if they are expecting something.
The flow of people was like a dragon. Gradually, the prison guards, old women, scholars, and generals all discovered Chang Qing and others among the crowd.
Under the influence of Qi, the passers-by beside Chang Qing and others felt uncomfortable for a while, and they moved away or stopped.
Fang Lin had been waiting at the city gate for a long time, and he was standing in the middle of the road. The fierce aura exuding from his body made passers-by dare not complain.
Nangong Lingxue came earlier than him. Looking at Fang Lin, she sighed in her heart.
Looking at Changqing who was getting closer and closer, Nangong Lingxue was filled with emotion.
She was the first among the four geniuses in the Imperial City to come into contact with Changqing, but she still feels that Changqing is mysterious and scary.
"Previous Monarch", she has received news from her aunt, which is not the case.
"The Old Demon Evergreen" is even more shocking. Hua Lingxiu and Bishui Hanjiao actually signed their names to testify?
Whether Changqing has anything to do with the previous dynasty, in Nangong Lingxue's opinion, it's probably not the case.
So here’s the problem, Hua Lingxiu and Bishui Hanjiao are on the side of Evergreen!
The fifth largest demon in Baiyao Mountain Forest! This is even more frightening.
Nangong Lianxue knew that the formation at the east gate of the imperial city might be because of the "Previous Monarch", but it was even more because of "The Old Demon Evergreen"!
Zhao Fusheng arrived belatedly, followed by the gambling shop owner and others who were previously ordered to be arrested by Fang Lin.
The shopkeeper and the waiter looked at each other, looking at Fang Lin's back, full of hatred, looking at the man who could be seen as Chang Qing, with hope in their eyes.
As Changqing walked step by step, the atmosphere at the city gate gradually condensed.
Fang Lin's eyes were fixed on Changqing. Seeing Changqing walking with his hands behind his back like an old man, Fang Lin couldn't control himself with such a leisurely look.
"Changqing, we are..." Fang Lin was about to speak, but suddenly found that Changqing's footsteps did not stop at all.
What was originally ten steps away has shortened to a dangerous distance.
Fang Lin tensed up and suddenly clenched his fists.
The commander of the imperial army put away the gun cleaning cloth, the two scholars folded their folding fans, the old woman's eyes were as sharp as needles, and a prison envoy with an aura as deep as the abyss took a step forward.
All the energy was locked on Chang Qing, but it still couldn't stop Chang Qing's pace, which was as stable as ever.
Five steps, three steps, one step!
Changqing still didn't stop and continued to step forward.
Fang Lin's heart tightened and he backed away. With this retreat, the momentum is gone!
The storm that had been brewing for half an hour disappeared at this moment.
From beginning to end, Chang Qing didn't say a word, and even just glanced around.
Fang Lin stepped aside. He could not continue to retreat, but he could only stare at Changqing's figure as he stepped into the city.
At the city gate, there was complete silence.
There was no aura on Chang Qing's body, just like an ordinary mortal.
But he made the prison guards, scholars, old women, and generals all tense up.
One person, strolling in the courtyard, didn't even look at anyone in the eye, yet he overpowered everyone!
A silent sense of intimidation made some ordinary monks' legs begin to feel weak and they began to have difficulty breathing.
Some passers-by who are bold and fear that the world will not be lively are full of questions. There are only two questions in their minds: Is this called being escorted back to Beijing? Is this called coming to the imperial city to plead guilty?
"Are you planning to leave like this?" Zhao Fusheng said helplessly.
The rumors may all be false, but one thing is true.
Chang Qing, he really doesn't take everyone seriously.
Zhao Fusheng's feeling is that this is not arrogance or arrogance at all. Even Changqing does not give people a sense of superiority over everything, nor does he look down upon all living beings. It seems that everything has nothing to do with it, as if we are clearly standing together but not in the same world.
Just from this first feeling, Zhao Fusheng had the highest respect for Chang Qing in his heart, even higher than his cousin.
Changqing stopped and looked back at Zhao Fusheng.
Wei Lianxing whispered: "He is Zhao Fusheng."
"Oh, Brother Zhao? I've admired you for a long time. I've heard his name as early as in the ravines, and it was like thunder to my ears. When I saw it today, I saw that he was indeed a talented person, with extraordinary demeanor, suave, and a jade tree in the wind..."
Changqing cupped her hands and greeted with a smile.
"..."
At the city gate, there was dead silence.
Everyone looked strange, but Zhao Fusheng's heart sank, and he had an ominous premonition.
Sure enough, Chang Qing's attitude suddenly "changed", causing everyone's eyes to keep scanning Zhao Fusheng.
Even Fang Lin and Nangong Lingxue looked at him sideways.
"Master, please." The prison envoy walked up to Zhao Fusheng and said.
Zhao Fusheng's face froze, "I have never met him! I have nothing to do with him!"
"The young master lied."
"I don't!"
"Didn't you meet me before?"
"..."
"Someone, take the young master back to his room."
"Which room?"
"The cell of the great prison!"
