The emperor only took the true Ming Taoist and a guard quietly got off the boat, and looked at the bright yellow sedan chair from a distance, surrounded by the hustle and bustle all the way, and slowly went to the edge of the crowd.

This is the first time in his life that he has jumped out of the crowd and seen the glory of the so-called Son of Heaven from the perspective of all living beings, which is quite fresh.

He stared intently at the already vague Minghuang and muttered, "No wonder everyone says it's good to be the emperor, I only feel lonely sitting on the throne, and now I realize how lively this is." ”

Then, with a long sigh, he continued to walk towards the edge of the crowd with his hands behind his back.

The True Ming Daoist and the guards who followed behind each other glanced at each other, and their eyes were a little panicked and puzzled.

They all know that the emperor is also a human being, but no one dares to really treat him as an ordinary person and speculate, just because there is a slight mistake, the consequences are disastrous.

The emperor was contaminated with the fireworks of the world for the first time, he usually only sat in the mansion of the high court full of bad stomach and all kinds of squeezing people, but he did not understand the true meaning of "squeezing", sure enough, he turned around leisurely, and was about to take the first step of the dragon and tiger step, crane and phoenix, and collided with a scholar head-on.

"Oops." The scholar's shoulder hit the emperor's chest, but it didn't hurt much, but he just snorted in pain, after all, he was also pampered since he was a child, and he rarely encountered this crowded situation.

The emperor is older, recently taken the elixir plus Bigu, the figure is very thin, so he was bumped, the crown of fragrant leaves on the top of his head fell to the ground softly, he was about to bow his head to pick it up, and a few people passed by him, the wind generally staggered by, and by the way, the crown of fragrant leaves left on the ground was trampled into a vegetable cake.

Ordinary people may have been angry about this matter a long time ago, and they have already started a fight with fast movements and quick tempers, but this is an unearthly emperor, and he was directly stunned when he encountered this thing for the first time.

Besides, the emperor is not very angry on weekdays, whoever provokes him is not happy, he is directly dragged out and beaten to death with a stick, but this is outside, there is a lack of manpower around him, and the time and place are favorable.

He was standing there not knowing what to do, when two stunned followers behind him stepped forward.

"Master, are you alright?" The guards who followed him in a short suit rushed forward, pushed the scholar away, and looked the emperor up and down.

Zhenming Daoist looked up to see the scholar who bumped into the emperor with a full arms, he knew, and had a good relationship, it was actually the eighth master of the Chu family's fourth room.

The scholar didn't pay attention to the true Ming Daoist, he pushed a stagger, took a few steps back and was supported by the guards who followed before he stood firmly, and looked at the short-beaten guards with some astonishment, he was also pushed for the first time, and the guards who followed behind him saw that his master was being bullied, and at first he looked angrily at the group of people who didn't know the height of the sky, this is Pukou, who dares not to give the Chu family face.

But when the guard raised his head and saw the three people opposite, his aura was extraordinary, and he didn't speak at first glance, so he quickly lowered his eyes, and stopped the eighth master who was about to step forward to theorize.

This guard's name is Chen Er, it was sent by the uncle of the Ruan family, he used to be a dart master in the dart game, and he has seen all the three sects and nine streams, and he knew at a glance that these questions were by no means mortals, and he secretly pulled the sleeve of the eighth master, meaning that these few are not easy to mess with.

The eighth master has been with Chen Er for many days, knowing that he is shrewd and discerning, of course he will take his tips to heart, after all, he has suffered losses in Yongzhou before, and he has learned to be obedient.

This person doesn't have to be smart every time, as long as he doesn't make mistakes at critical moments.

Zhenming Dao Chang was afraid that the emperor would be angry with the eighth master, and then he was embarrassed in front of the second old lady of the Chu family, so he hurriedly came out to play a round.

He recognized the Eighth Master first, and said in a somewhat exaggerated surprise, "Eighth Master Chu, why are you here?" Long time no see, long time no see. ”

The eighth master only saw the Zhenming Daoist at this time, mainly in Pukou, the Zhenming Daoist was dressed in colorful clothes, wearing a golden crown, and now he was dressed like a gray rabbit, with a good ugly garland on his head, of course, the eighth master did not recognize it at the first time.

The eighth master just has a lot of water in his brain, and he doesn't delay his daily interactions with people, and he hurriedly bowed his hand to say hello, after all, this is an old acquaintance, and he hasn't seen him for a long time, "It's really been a long time, it's okay for the Taoist to come in?" ”

But he muttered in his heart, didn't he say that the true Ming Daoist went to the capital to serve the holy driver? How did you end up here? When I entered Beijing last year, I was so high-profile that I invited a group of their old friends to drink.

Looking at the three of them again, the one who was bumped into by himself must be the leader, and he is a middle-aged scribe with an extraordinary background in terms of dress, what is going on, but it is not good to ask directly in front of others.

Seeing the expression of the eighth master, the true Ming Daoist knew that he suspected that he was not treated well by the emperor, and he couldn't tell him that the one next to him was the emperor, so he had to say vaguely, "It's good, it's good." ”

Seeing his embarrassed look, the eighth master guessed that he might not be satisfied, and he was embarrassed to return to Jinling, so he switched to other cultivators from high-ranking families.

Alas, what is this for? The eighth master was very sympathetic to the true Ming Daoist, and by the way, he was no longer angry.

The eighth master has a good temper, and he doesn't have any fights, after all, he hit someone first, no matter whether it is right or wrong later, he has to apologize first.

Seeing that the middle-aged scribe was standing aside with an unkind face, and did not come to ask the True Ming Daoist about his identity, it seemed that he did not want to get acquainted with him, and the eighth master was also happy to save trouble, so he only leaned over and picked up the fragrant leaf crown that was flattened like a vegetable dumpling.

This bay leaf crown is not the kind of tall hat made of green yarn that is talked about on weekdays, but is woven with real herbs, and then decorated with small flowers, which is a recent thing, it is said that the emperor invented it, saying that with this natural material, it can better absorb the essence of heaven and earth.

The green lump on the head is indeed very refined, if there are no these small flowers, it is really easy to make people associate in some directions.

But now, the crown of fragrant leaves dotted with small flowers stuck to the ground, and it gave out a green slurry, which stained the ground green and crumbled like mud, and it was impossible to pick it up completely.

But the eighth master is patient and well-educated, his white fingers pick up the pieces of scattered green mud, carefully hold it in the palm of his hand and hold it in front of the middle-aged scribe, he said calmly, "I'm sorry, I didn't look at the road and touched you, I knocked your things off, and I trampled on them, if you don't mind, I'll give you another top." ”

On weekdays, when someone offends the emperor, they all kneel directly and beg for mercy, what emperor forgives, the emperor forgives his life, the emperor is gracious, and kowtow in various postures has become a fixed pattern.

And now that someone is making amends like this, the emperor is a little confused. He was angry, he did it himself. (To be continued.) )