However, Zeng Zichen's breath is still rising, and the innate understanding of the artistic conception is one heaven, two heavens... It wasn't until the Nine Heavens of Innate Enlightenment that the upward momentum slowed down, but it was still rising. The aura of a thousand feet was surging towards Zeng Zichen. Purple-gold light spread out towards the surroundings, with the continuous blessing of the aura, the air around Zeng Zichen began to vibrate continuously, Zeng Zichen suddenly opened his eyes, two essences flashed, and his mind turned, and his figure suddenly rushed into the air, leaving a big hole in the roof. Stand quietly in the air, and have no distractions. The purple gold qi around him gradually condensed.

Zeng Zichen's noise alarmed the Quartet, and one by one the divine consciousness covered away, Jin Jiawei deserved to be Jin Jiawei, and quickly reacted, surrounding Zeng Zichen's nearly 100 meters of land around him, and in addition to being cautious, he couldn't help but be in awe of the prince, you must know that cultivators, only when they have cultivated to the innate heaven and human realm can they condense into the void, and now Zeng Zichen's breath is strong, giving them innate suppression, but it is not difficult to find Zeng Zichen's cultivation realm at this time. Such a realm can condense emptiness, and they can't help but be in awe. Secretly, the emperor's divine thoughts were also gathered in it, perceiving the figure in the void, and the emperor's hole was also slightly shrunk.

More than 60 years of domineering life on the earth, and more than 70 years of imperial career in the secret realm of meaning, Zeng Zichen has a deep understanding of the emperor's meaning, coupled with the integration of the emperor's artistic conception, Zeng Zichen can be described as extraordinary.

Boom! In mid-air, there was a deafening muffled sound, and the congenital broken artistic conception broke through! After that, Zeng Zichen's cultivation realm was like a flood that had crossed a hurdle, that is, it was out of control, and his cultivation was until the ninth heaven of the congenital broken artistic conception, that is, the peak of the innate broken artistic conception.

At this time, Zeng Zichen's clothes were fluttering, his eyes were closed, his eyes were closed, his momentum had been accumulated to the peak, and his body suddenly shook, and the purple essence of his eyes seemed to shoot into the distance, fading into the darkness. Gently relieved, his clothes trembled, and the whole person gave people a kind of indifference, overlooking the temperament of the common people, and the shrouded divine thoughts retreated one by one. The emperor who was far away in the palace slowly retracted his mind and muttered, "This breath is not like the Emperor Xuanjing of my imperial family, and that kind of breath, tsk, it seems that the prince has a lot of secrets!" Immediately, he ordered to An Fu beside him: "Early the day after tomorrow, let the prince enter the palace!"

In an elegant courtyard in the outer city of the Imperial City of the Great Qian Empire, a young scribe dressed up, his left feather fan shook slightly, suddenly, as if he felt something, he rushed out of the door, stood in the courtyard, looked up at the western direction of the inner imperial city, and quickly pinched the trick with his right hand, as if he was deducing something!

The young man muttered, his fingers became a little faster, his face gradually turned pale, but his expression was extremely excited.

"The artistic conception of the emperor, the darling of heaven and earth! Zeng Zichen, the prince! Sure enough, it's him!" The young man's whole body was soaked with sweat at this time, and the whole person fell to the ground, but the whole person was in an inexplicable excitement.

In the Prince's Mansion, Zeng Zichen is buried in the bookcase to deal with government affairs, as the prince, that is, after the crown ceremony, the emperor will also hand over certain things to him to deal with, so these days are a little busy, wearing a purple brocade robe, wearing a purple and gold crown, his eyebrows turn, at this time it looks particularly cold and noble. Yesterday, the artistic conception of the emperor was initially integrated, and the artistic conception made Zeng Zichen unfathomable in terms of temperament and cultivation.

"System, hasn't Zhuge Kongming arrived yet?" he rubbed his slightly sour temples, and had a strong sense of expectation for Zhuge Kongming Zeng Zichen, who was summoned. Just this morning, Zeng Zichen asked the system no less than ten times.

Even if the system only made a two-word answer when Zeng Zichen asked the first question, "it's soon"!

As expected, the system still didn't make any reply, and Zeng Zichen only felt a strong sense of arrogance in the system, which made Zeng Zichen smile bitterly in his heart.

Just as Zeng Zichen was entertaining himself, there was a knock on the door outside the house.

Zeng Zichen sorted out his thoughts, "Come in!"

I saw the door open gently, and Wu Chang, who looked obscene, walked in respectfully, and after a salute, "Prince, a monk named Zhuge Kongming asks to see you!"

Zeng Zichen's eyes lit up when he heard this, he was looking forward to the stars and the moon, and finally looked forward to Zhuge Kongming!

"Tell it, I'll go in person!" Zeng Zichen stood up, and in a blink of an eye, he had already arrived at Wu Chang's side, and when he passed by, Zeng Zichen did not forget to pat Wu Chang on the shoulder to show his praise.

As the crown prince of the empire, naturally no one can see each other, and as a scribe dressed as Zhuge Kongming, naturally can not easily see Zeng Zichen, although the guards in front of the prince's mansion do not have the arrogance of the guards in other places, but the procedures required to meet are more and more cumbersome, and Wu who returned from doing things outside the mansion often saw Zhuge Kongming, who had a unique temperament, only felt that he was an unfathomable figure, so he hurriedly reported to Zeng Zichen, but omitted most of the process.

Zeng Zichen, who was sitting on the upper seat of the main hall, carefully looked at Zhuge Liang, who was sitting in danger below, wearing a cyan Confucian suit, wearing a scribe's crown, with a square and handsome face, and his left hand shook a feather fan from time to time, with a gentle and calm face, giving people an inexplicable sense of convincing.

The monarch chooses the minister, the minister also chooses the monarch, for Zeng Zichen who greeted him personally, Zhuge Liang can be said to have a good impression, looking at his weather, his demeanor, his temperament, his cultivation, and his style of doing things all made Zhuge Liang impressed.