If the Confucian scholars smelled the wolf with the smell of meat, green light burst out from their eyes, and the turbulent heat wave spread, and the entire encirclement suddenly boiled like a furnace of hot water.

"The demon girl is in trouble with the country! The Xin clan should be beheaded! The ancestral rules must not be messed with, and the three outlines and five constants must not be violated! The demon girl should be beheaded to thank the world!"

The shouting and scolding noise suddenly increased by a few degrees, and the eardrum of Xin Yi ached. The Confucian scholars rushed up, waving the inscriptions in their hands, spitting everywhere, their faces flushed, and the black pressure was about to annihilate Xin Yi.

"Zhong Fu, how's that?" Xin Yi swallowed and glanced at Zhong Fu.

"Mistress ...... No, Miss Xin, take a look!" Zhong Yu twisted his neck, rolled up his sleeves, and rushed towards the Confucian group with angry eyes.

"Brothers, 'make a way' for the girl!"

With a mighty sound, a hundred and ten black-clothed shadow guards flashed like ghosts. They are all the elite soldiers of Tianshutai left by Jiang Li, and in the face of a group of Confucian scholars who roared loudly, they were the real wolves.

"What's the matter! The demon girl still dares to do it? Are the rules of the ancestors reversed! The women are rampant!"

"It's my girl, get out of the way! to my housewife...... No, my girl get out of the way!"

The Confucian scholars and the shadow guards were in a mess. Although in terms of numbers, Confucian scholars have an absolute advantage, but they are all powerless readers, like chickens, they were instantly pushed aside by the shadow guards, and the shadow guards showed their dagger scabbards to stop the stunned Qing who rushed forward.

The shadow guards didn't really move, they just stopped people. The body and scabbard formed a fence to enclose the scholars on both sides of the road.

In less than half a minute, a path was cleared in the field.

It's clean, it's open and bright. From the Xin Mansion all the way to the palace gate.

At both ends of the road, one end is the towering palace, the morning light is sprinkled with gold, and the other end is Xin Yi, who is unparalleled in elegance.

"Please rest assured, girl! There will never be half a fly mixed in on the way!" Zhong Yu, together with the Tianshutai Shadow Guard, stopped the Confucian Sheng, and said to Xin Yi with a rainbow of momentum.

"Thank you. Xin Yi bowed. The embroidered shoes landed, stepped out of the Xin Mansion, and walked towards the Suzaku Gate.

She walked very slowly, every step was very steady, there was no sedan chair, no carriage or horse, embroidered shoes just stepped through Chang'an City, stepping on this bloody country.

She didn't squint, no matter how ugly and rampant the cries of the Confucian students on both sides were, she didn't even twist her neck, just stared at the palace gate at the end resolutely.

One step, two steps, three steps......

Ten steps, 100 steps, 1000 steps......

The rouge skirt is round, the beaded green ring is ringing, the chin is slightly raised, and the spine is straight. Like a winner, Xin Yi passed through the waves of Confucian scholars, through the incessant evil on both sides, and trampled the squalor and hypocrisy of this Chang'an under his feet.

It is as if she is not the most heinous person to be denounced, but the superior who holds the sword of judgment in his hand. Confucianism, who was still in an absolute advantage before, has become a small ant.

Although there are many of them, they can only look up and look up at the sky and the sun.

It's a strange scene.

The vicious words on the side of the street are like clouds, and the woman in the middle of the road stands proudly. On the passage cleared by the shadow guard for her, she calmly and proudly showed the invisible sword in her hand to the nearby Daming Palace.

Finally, Xin Yi walked to the Suzaku Gate. After this gate, it is the imperial city, where the official offices of the six ministries of the three provinces are located, pass the Chengtian Gate, and then enter the palace city, the place where the Son of Heaven lives.

At this point, enter the Daming Palace.

When Xin Yi stood in front of the Suzaku Gate, the whole scene fell silent. The Confucian scholars moistened their fiery throats, nervous and angry, and their hearts rose to their throats.

They care more than Xin Yi.

Learn and excel. The palace gate coveted by scholars all over the world is the dragon gate for entering the hall and worshipping the king, but it may not be able to step into the cold window for ten years, and one in ten thousand people can see the holy face in their lives.

However, at this moment, a woman has no imperial call, not even a palace attendant to guide the way, just like stepping into her own backyard, she is about to enter the heavenly palace.

The Confucian students swallowed their saliva, their eyes were full of jealousy, envy and indignation, and their complicated emotions smashed them speechless, so they just stared at Xin Yi like hungry wolves, stared at her embroidered shoes, and stepped into the palace gate.

Dead. There was a dead silence in front of Suzaku Gate.

Dead. Chang'an City is also dead.

Dead. The whole world fell silent at this moment, and countless pairs of eyes were secretly watching this place.

All eyes are on you, staring with bated breath. Xin Yi's face was still calm, and she looked at Jin Wuwei, who was guarding the palace gate, who were also staring at her, and her face turned purple unwillingly.

Of course, the Jin Wuwei recognized Xin Yi. But the generals guarding the pass chose to be blind, the Suzaku Gate was closed, and the forbidden court was forbidden.

Xin Yi took a deep breath, untied the token on the side of his skirt, the token of "walking in the inner court", and showed it to the gatekeeper: "Open the palace gate." ”

A faint sound. Jin Wuwei's eyes flashed, and his lips pursed hesitantly, but no one moved.

Confrontation. A backwater-like confrontation. The confrontation between one man and one house.

The red sun rises, and the sky gets hotter. It was not far from the time of the last dynasty, and I faintly heard the news from the Lin De Palace, the prestige of supervising the imperial history, and the smiling of the ministers congratulating Wang Jian.

If the Wang family is not stopped in time, Xin Yi is afraid that he will not be able to stand and return to Xin Mansion.

The sundial urges each other, and the underworld asks for life. The rising sun shone on Xin Yi's head, dazzling her and making her blood hot.

Xin Yi's throat moved. She slowly raised the token, high above her head, as if holding a sword in her hand, and shouted with all her strength—

"Open the palace gate!"

Exploding the Qingzha in the field, majestic and natural. The woman standing alone in front of the palace gate suddenly burst out with momentum, and the edict from the superior made everyone in the audience tremble.

The Confucian scholars were weak-footed.

Jin Wuwei's hand shook.

Immediately, boom, the Suzaku Gate gradually opened, revealing the E'e official office inside, shuttling back and forth with all kinds of courtiers in official uniforms.

However, the Chengtian Gate leading to the Lin De Hall of the Daming Palace is still closed.

The corners of Xin Yi's lips hooked. The fingertips holding the token clenched suddenly, the knuckles rattled, and the hand holding the token went up even harder, as if holding up an invisible sword, slashing towards the sky above his head.

She took a deep breath, squeezing her strength from every corner of her heart, and finally turned into a deafening threat, bursting from her slender body—

"Open the palace gate !!"

Still four words. World shaking.

There was a clang. Jin Wuwei was bluffed, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground.

At the same time, whether it is a Confucian scholar or a general, the sword and halberd in his heart are also weak, and the brush falls down, just because the woman in front of the palace gate makes people surrender without any reason.

If it is said that the emperor seals the mountains and rivers, then there is also a red face, the king of the world.

Boom, the Gate of Heaven opened. Vermilion Bird Chengtian, the two doors stand on the axis before and after, if the inside and outside of the two checkpoints, now all are open, connecting the wide palace road, faintly see the end, the glazed tiles of the Linde Palace.

The heavenly palace is que, and the majestic inner court is towering. Open to a woman.

Xin Yi suppressed the waves at that moment in his heart, pinned the green silk that slipped out into his ears, still did not squint, his steps were like mountains, and he stepped into the Daming Palace.

Confucian scholars and guards could not forget this scene throughout their lives. This is enough to go down in history.

There is a woman, the skirt is like fire, the rouge is burning, obviously delicate and exquisite, but like a god to look up to, the whole body is shrouded in the golden sun, and she walked into the palace alone and stepped into the territory of men.

Every step, shake the mountains and rivers, move Kyushu, and ask Wang Ye!

Eight hundred miles of rivers and mountains are delicate, and beauties are laughing at heroes!