Chapter 885 Jiang Yugui and Huang Dagui in front of the Imperial Palace
Xin Zhuo finally changed into a black brocade robe with gold silk trim, put on Feilin boots and a jade belt, and had long black hair under the service of the palace maid. Her hair was pulled upright and she wore a golden crown.
When I walked out of the door, 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 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, with handsome features and extraordinary temperament. Refined, even compared to those saints in the holy land of the human world, he is no less generous. He even has an indescribable special temperament, not afraid of the ghosts and gods of 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 only a few people were 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 at the Pilgrimage Gate of Daqian Palace in the North City.
Under the early morning light, 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 dark crowd of luxury carriages and horses, probably no less than two thousand in total.
There are so many carriages gathered together, but it does not seem crowded. In addition to the large square in front of the palace, there are also distinct classes -
The ones in the front are the princes, prime ministers, senior officials from the three provinces, the Grand Sima, the Grand General, and the Dazhu. The people of the country and the six ministries and nine ministers, followed by the frontier officials and capital officials who faced the saints.
One rank is clustered together, and the official robes of green, blue, red and purple are clearly distinguishable.
Xin Zhuo's carriage stopped. He didn't get out of the car immediately. Instead, he looked out through the window. After just one glance, he felt 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.
"King 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, stepped out of the carriage, and as soon as his feet stepped on the ground, countless eyes were on him, 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 military commander. He is tall and powerful. He is looking over with one eye and grins, 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 Yu'er 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 that the Jiang family is like a thorn hanging in his heart. He has spent all these years without thinking about life and death, and he has spent so much time practicing, just to spit out the turmoil in his heart. gas?
He even wanted to step forward immediately, test the depth of this boy, and ask him, is my cultivation level of less than a hundred years good enough for the third grandson!
But I 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, he is not afraid at all even when facing such a person. They are both Yuanji, how much stronger can 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 eyes, nose, and heart.
However, someone refused to let him get his wish.
"Xin Zhuo!"
A voice shouted harshly and unabashedly: "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, his golden crown flickered, his handsome face had a hint of playfulness, and the aura of Yuanji Jiulin was vaguely visible.
Xin Zhuo looked at this person, he was vaguely familiar, but he couldn't remember it, so he simply stayed silent.
The man thought to himself: "It's normal if you don't remember. Bai Liuyun in 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 Dynasty to hunt him down!
This person was obviously killed by me back then. He can appear here, and his cultivation has reached the Yuanji Jiulin Realm. There is only one explanation - 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 High Holy Son of Yaoguang."
Bai Liuyun approached, as if to introduce himself, and then transmitted the message into the secret, "If it weren't for this kid, I'm afraid I would have become a semi-saint by now. Haven't been there these days I just don’t have time to kill you. How about a competition between you and me today, or a competition between you and everyone else, to see how the empress chooses?”
Xin Zhuo was surprised, could this grandson... Are you here for the talent show too?
Draft? !
"Papa..."
At this moment, nine whips sounded from the "Pilgrimage Gate", and a drake's voice spread around: "Morning morning, open the door!"
"Creak..."
The palace door opened wide, revealing the "Wuji Palace" that 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 chuckled and shook his head, 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 time, with a "creak" sound, the middle door suddenly opened wide. A python-robed eunuch looked around, locked onto Xin Zhuo, and hurriedly ran to him: "King Xin, please go to 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, as if they were resisting and resisting.
Na Ji Man closed his eyes, sighed, 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 for him. In this case, if I don't hug my thighs tightly, how long will it take?
Stride towards the Panlong Jade Steps at the middle gate.
The Minister of Rites and the Minister of Honglu Temple stopped, and the eunuch turned 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 is like playing house, which has nothing to do with martial arts, cultivation, and 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 shameless people!”
Suddenly someone caught up behind him, right next to Xin Zhuo, and cursed: "Disgusting!"
Xin Zhuo looked at this person, 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. This 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, just, and concerned about the country and the people."
Lowered his voice: "In this way, you will become the queen. I will be a noble concubine, and the guys behind me can only be Jieyu, nobles, etc. When I came here, I watched the Seventeenth Palace Fighting novels, a belly full of red cranes, a foot long silk and so on, let's be good brothers, play them to death, and the wealth will not be transferred to outsiders, and one of us 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 give birth to a child?
And...where did this strong female aura come from?
(End of this chapter)