October 12, Wanton Jiaguang. Wangcheng Shangdu, Langqian Palace

Hundreds of armored sergeants walked into the main hall in slow steps. Dozens of long-haired ministers then climbed the imperial jade bricks and gasped upwards.

Above the main hall, tens of thousands of gold glazed tiles are embedded in the top of the four A, inlaid with green trimming. In the center, there is a finely carved candle dragon bead and a burning phoenix to compete. Bao Ding's body was pulled towards the candle dragon with eight chains, as if to subdue it.

In the Golden Palace, the emperor of Guangcai, the martial king Xiang Zhiyi, sat on the golden throne representing his supreme status. Beside him were dozens of Wenzhao Divisions who recorded the events of the emperor's narration. Their division of labor is extremely detailed, and Xiang Zhiyi's jade call is extremely extensive. He is also a thoughtful but unexpectedly decisive and domineering emperor. There is indeed a need to use so many Summoning Divisions.

The golden bricks made of gold wire are tightly and finely stacked around the throne of King Guangwu. It forms a highly recognizable area with the more extensive Xihuai jade bricks of the main hall.

This is the majesty of the king.

Nine candle dragon golden pillars symbolizing royal power are inlaid on both sides of King Wu and arranged backwards in turn. Nine jade pillars symbolizing majesty are erected on both sides of the entrance of the main hall, slowly extending inward to intersect with the golden pillars of the candle dragon. On the top of the golden hall, it is carved with the scene of various ancient beasts fighting, just like a scroll of the world. The jade bricks that spread out reflect the carvings above, and they shine brightly.

The generals with the crown of scorching phoenix feathers on their heads walked at the front, followed by hundreds of low-ranking generals who followed one by one. The guards on both sides of the hall raised their spears as they entered the hall, leaving only a two-person wide aisle for them to pass through.

King Wu frowned slightly, his face trembling slightly. The chief of the Wenzhao Division beside him was the first to understand, and hurriedly shouted in a sharp voice: "The general Xiang Zhiyan enters the palace, there is no need to be vigilant!" Ladies and gentlemen, please put down your spears! ”

"Yes!" The hundred hall masters put down their spears and retreated backwards, and the loud sound shook the golden hall for a long time.

King Wu's tense face gradually relaxed, and he smiled and looked at the general who was walking slowly. Xiang Zhiyan, the general of the car drive, took off the helmet of the burning phoenix feather crown, revealing a very heroic face. His steps abruptly stopped at the junction of gold bricks and jade bricks, and suddenly he knelt on the ground.

"Your Majesty, my brother has been in the east for a long time, and now he has broken through the six cities of his hub, and he has come to restore his life."

King Wu was slightly stunned, and then laughed. He slowly stood up, ignoring the exclamations of the Zhao Si beside him, and walked down the golden steps. His action of rolling up the silk robe with his hands was a little stiff, obviously wearing iron armor, and the strong army uniform was more suitable for this brave and warlike emperor, and he solemnly helped Xiang Zhiyan who was kneeling on the ground.

"Third brother, now you are a car driving general, and you are no longer the child who followed my ass in the past." He said, "Such a big gift will not be needed in the future!" ”

"Your Majesty...... No, brother, my brother's achievements today are all handed over to me by you, and they are not my ability. ”

"Brother Xian, you have a heart, but I don't know if other county kings are as loyal as you." King Wu's eyes were full of fire, but he hid his momentum, "Third brother, since the Eastern Crusade...... Great work. ”

Xiang Zhiyan was stunned for a moment, he looked up at King Wu, and felt that he was so strange and suddenly kind. is good at riding and shooting, drawing a sword and killing the enemy, and his face does not change, which is the courage of his second brother. This emperor who killed his brother and seized the throne is destined to be dissatisfied with the big brother who has no strategy.

He gradually thought about the events of that time, and he still feels like a thorn in his back.

In the eighteenth year of Emperor Mourning, there were twenty-eight princes in high positions, and only ten wolves of troubled times who were still sharpening their minions were left. At that time, the dispute between the princes of Luzhou was nearing the end, and the ten major dynasties dominated Luzhou.

The marquis of Guangcai Kingdom, the Marquis of Guangtai Xiang Chu has always been strategic, but he is a marquis, and he is given a very high status by Da Yue, and his power once reached enough to threaten the existence of the emperor. Guangcai Country was originally a feudal country near the Yue Capital, and its superior topography created the invincible iron armor of the soldiers of Guangcai Kingdom. Therefore, Xiang Chu's gaze was aimed at Yuedu, which was not far to the south, and there was no one in his eyes more and more, and this was the precursor to destroying him.

Xiang Zhiyi, who was the second prince at the time, was the prince who sighed and scolded the prince the most. He devoted his energy to the liquor shops and prostitutes and the places where the gangsters gathered, and in the streets and alleys, everyone knew his name, and every time he talked about this name, people were like ashes and beat his chest and scolded him for being a useless horseman.

In the main city of Shangdu, there is a widely circulated topic, about who is the second prince's son Xiang Zhiyi? It is said that he was born to run and jump, but he is an unsuccessful thing, and his lifelong ability is not a gambling word. Some people also say that he was sent to the concubine's delivery room by the Hou Ye in order to disturb the king's heart, and let him be the second prince. There are even more demons who are not ashamed to say that the second prince is the faint king of the troubled times, and he is the initiator of the destruction of Dayue. No one will believe this statement, after all, when Da Yue fell, Xiang Zhiyi, a ruffian, was still spinning in his mother's womb!

But the demon may have guessed half right. But it's not a faint king, but a wolf in troubled times.

In the bustling Fengqi street, in a storytelling hall with a closed door, some storytellers laughed and slapped the startling wood, startling a group of people who were sitting in front of the hall with small stools and listening attentively. As soon as he folded the fan in his hand, he suddenly turned into a wrinkled face, and there was an endless mystery in his face.

He asked in a low voice, "Who doesn't know the fierceness of the flames?" And who doesn't know the flames, especially the flames? Now that the three flames are powerless, looking at this trend, they will die early! ”

"Early death!" The crowd burst into laughter.

And the storyteller's eyebrows twisted suddenly, as if he was in shock, he stepped on the seat in a big start, and immediately shouted, "Where did the wild dogs come from!" Pull it down and cut it! ”

Behind the screen, Wuqin's unique low and sudden sound exploded one after another, and the storytelling hall was filled with a tense atmosphere. And the little guy, who had already been ready, screamed in great fright from the crowd, fell to the ground, and was busy kneeling and begging for mercy.

"Little damn it! Little damn it! ”

"If you deserve to die, then how can you beg for mercy! Pull it down! The storyteller threw the folding fan on the ground as a beheading order, and immediately two men stepped forward and pulled the little man past him and pulled him towards the back room.

I don't know who took the lead in applauding, and everyone reacted from the nervous breath just now, and the applause was like thunder.

"Good! Good! ”

"Quiet!" The storyteller stopped again and photographed the shocking wood. The applause stopped abruptly, and the people returned to their concentration, and as soon as the old storyteller opened his mouth, it was like a thousand troops galloping by.

"Everyone in the world knows that this continent hero, Xiang Chu should be a must, but he has been preparing for a lifetime, but he just left the shadow of his ancestors for future generations! What do you mean by this? Which prince deserves this queen? Can Eryan afford it? ”

The thick and bright sound of the three strings fluctuated, as if bringing everyone into the scene of the temple and the orphan.

"Eryan can't deserve it! Eryan can't be! The crowd shouted hoarsely in response to the storyteller, but the deafening seemed more and more powerless. The storyteller became more and more vibrating, scratching his ears and cheeks, standing or sitting, laughing or crying, and then slapping down the startling wood with a fierce blow, and the silence returned to the hall.

"Eryan can't deserve it, so who can be? It's two fires! The storyteller floated into the screen, leaving only an intriguing back.

After everyone giggled, they returned to dead silence. Most people know who this ridiculous little word is talking about, but they don't have the courage to say it.

"Strange ......" Some people have found that the content of today's storytelling is a little inexplicably strange, because the last time the storyteller commented on the story of the former Wei Dynasty, but this time it suddenly said that it was extremely obscure but not difficult to guess, the story of the abuse of the second prince Xiang Zhiyi.

"This storyteller is looking for death...... someone lowered his head and whispered to the people around him, and there was already a tendency to go. They all cater to the storyteller's commentary, and if they are detected by the eyes and ears of the court, they will be beheaded.

They hated it, but that didn't mean they were willing to be tortured for insulting him. So no one dares to say these things openly, and this storyteller is abnormal today, which is very strange.

At this time, someone stood up and began to applaud. Everyone looked up at him from the silence, it was a young man who looked like a young man, and he also brought an attendant of a similar age with him. Childe didn't say a word, just laughed silently. No one knew what that was coming, and they didn't have time to think about it. The residual applause seems to be lingering in my ears, but Childe has been gone for a long time.

One after another, some people got up and left the storytelling hall, and they were all thinking about what kind of evil the storyteller had fallen into today's storyteller, and he would actually say such a rebellious commentary, which was enough to sin the nine clans!

A young child with a young eyebrow saw fewer and fewer people in the hall, and the thief's eyes were fixed on the plate of boiled peanuts on the table that had not yet been touched. He was so hungry that he climbed onto the table comically and touched the peanut with both hands, but when his hand reached into the air, he was beaten down by another big hand. The child was in pain, and let out a low cry of fright, and when he looked up, he found that it was his father.

"Look at what! Don't go yet! The middle-aged man with a scruffy beard stretched out his hand again, grabbed the child tightly, raised his leg and walked towards the door.

Because of the delay of the children, when the man went out, he was already the last. His head was covered with cold sweat, and he tore through the curtain of the hall door, stepped over the threshold, and left the place. But the light outside the door did not make him feel a little reassured, but fear took over his whole body more and more.