It's dawn.

Three days later, the envoy of the Yan Kingdom came to Shaotai City.

Along with the envoy of Yan came to Shaotai City, there was also the eighteenth son of Yan Hou.

It is said that there is something wrong with the brain.

In Anguo in March, the peach blossoms are particularly bright.

The peach blossoms are enchanting, and the Yan Kingdom is also demonic.

Looking at today, the eight hundred princes, the Yan State is not as rich as the Qi State, not as deep as the Yong State, nor as the geographical advantage of the Southern Chu dominating Jiangdong, and even compared with the cutting-edge Song State, there are many inferiors, but the Yan State is the Yan State, and the Yan people have lived in the bitter cold land in the north for generations, but they have not been bent by the wind and snow, but they have been cast by the bleak wind and snow.

The Yan people are warlike, and the Yan people are good at fighting.

Hundreds of battles big and small, never defeated.

Yan is not the same as other countries.

Yan people are still black, black represents the water of the five elements, when the Yan people are wearing Xuan armor, when the soldiers are approaching the city, the overwhelming, the black of the ocean symbolizes sadness, ominous and death, but when the Yan people destroy the enemy country, seize the city, stand at the head of the enemy country and sing the war song, the momentum of grabbing the sky and the earth also symbolizes loneliness, pride and nobility.

"How can you say that you have no clothes, and you are with the Son, and you have no clothes, and you have the same hatred with the Son, and you have no clothes, and you are fighting with the Son......"

The high war song resounded in the peach blossom place, startling the birds in the trees.

Three four-wheel drive chariots drove side by side, stuffing the not wide peach forest mezzanine into the air, the chariots were black, the spears were black, and the samurai standing on the chariots were also black.

The swallow people do not wear crowns, but only wrap their heads in black cloth, and their knife-like eyes look straight ahead, seeing the sweet and soft fragrance of flowers as if they were nothing.

Behind the chariot were two ceremonial carriages.

Yandi is bitterly cold, and the chariot has no umbrella or cover, even the ceremonial carriage in which the marquis and the envoy ride is no exception. The messenger was an old man over fifty years old, wrapped in a black robe from head to toe, with only a bird embroidered on the collar.

According to legend, there are swallows on the eggs of the Xuanniao.

The Yan people are the descendants of the Golden Crow.

The arrogant Xuanniao and the bright golden crow slowly fly in the warm sea of flowers.

At the end of Taolin Road, at the foot of Wangyuan Mountain, Anguo's Sanqing and Six Emperors were already dressed in bright clothes at the crossing, listening to the sound of war songs.

At the gate of Shaotai City, Ji Yun, the prince of Anguo, led a group of fire-armored warriors, drove the Huoyun chariot, passed through the city gate, and slowly drove towards Wangyuan Mountain.

Above the palace city, in the middle of the Wangcheng platform, An Jun looked down at his son's chariot long line, with a look on his face that was both hesitant and excited. The old sorcerer stood behind him, taking in the king's anxieties.

"Don't worry, you have worked hard for ten years, and today you will get what you want."

"I hope so."

An Jun unfolded the sleeves of his robe, took a step forward, and reached the palace wall to look into the distance, as if in this way he could see the Xuanniao and the Vermilion Bird shining together.

He was a little impatient.

The old wizard shook his head, secretly.

Xuanniao flew out of the sea of flowers, paused at the crossing at the foot of Wangyuan Mountain, and the battle song did not stop, and ran towards Shaotai City with the long human dragon. At the same time, the sharp horns of the Fire Cloud Chariot pressed against the Xuanniao.

Getting closer.

"Behold, behold, that is the chariot of our Anguo......"

"Look, look, the martial armor on that car is the son of our Anguo, the king of the future......"

"Look, look, the chariot of the Yan Kingdom is so shabby, it doesn't even have an umbrella cover......"

Far away, the Anguo people were comparing and admiring on Wangyuan Mountain, on both sides of the road, and in the woods. Ever since Song Ji opened the Thai-Japanese trade route, Anguo has been secretly trying to become stronger.

Ten years of storage dagger, today should try its edge.

In the face of the earth-shattering cries of the Anguo people, the eighteenth son of Yanhou, who was sitting in the left ceremonial car, tilted his head, blinked his eyes, and asked the messenger in the other car: "Teacher, are the Anguo people welcoming us?" ”

The messenger replied, "Yes, don't be afraid, the Yan people are not afraid." ”

"Yan people are fearless!"

Ten years old, the eighteenth son of Yanhou, who had a little problem with his brain, stood up, held his weak chest, followed the example of his father, squinted his eyes, and looked at the rushing Vermilion Bird.

The messenger smiled.

Suzaku came and confronted Yan Guo's convoy.

The sea of people is silent.

Even the horses looked at each other, and shook their front hooves uneasily.

The eighteenth son of Yanhou looked at the heroic Ji Yun, he tried his best to maintain a squinting appearance, and forced the future king of Anguo from the gap in his eyes. Yan people are not afraid, even if he is only eighteen marquises, even if he has a problem with his brain, but Yan people are Yan people, awe-inspiring and inviolable.

The messenger was silent and solemn.

He was waiting, waiting for the future king of Anguo to get out of the way.

Sure enough, Ji Yun's face changed several times, and finally pulled the reins of the horse, avoided the side of the road, and smiled gently at the envoy, and waved his hands: "Yan envoy came from afar, and Anguo is very honored." He waved at the rumored stupid son of Yan Hou: "I've seen Hou Zi." ”

"The prince is very polite."

"Hmm."

The envoy returned the salute, and the eighteenth son of Yanhou hugged him, but he only gave a faint "um".

Ji Yun's face changed again, and he said with a smile: "My father is already waiting outside the city, Yan envoy please." After speaking, he waved his hand violently, and the chariots with strong armor were divided into two and scattered on both sides of the road, allowing the Yan Guo convoy to go first.

"The prince of the world, the prince of the Hou, please."

The envoy did not go first, but glanced at the eighteenth son of Yanhou. According to the ancient rites, the envoy to another country is equivalent to the king, but if he goes with the prince, the prince is the envoy.

Ji Yun asked the envoy to go first, which was intriguing.

What kind of person is the envoy of the Yan Kingdom? There is no need to change his mind, that is, to inform him with action that the Hou Zi, who will study in Anguo for several years, no matter whether he has a problem with his brain, or only for the eighteen sons, after all, he is the son of Yan Hou and the son of the king of ten thousand times.

Xuanniao and Suzaku walk side by side.

Along the way, Ji Yun was secretly looking at Yanhou's eighteenth son, Yanhou's eighteenth son was sweating on his forehead, but his body was straight.

Alas, the sons of the great powers are really different.

is even a fool, and his momentum is very different from that of a fool in a small country.

Ji Yun sighed in his heart.

Wangyuan Mountain is only ten miles away from Shaotai City, and the black and red convoy is heading towards the city gate. An Jun led the upper, middle, and lower three witches, as well as the history of the road to greet each other.

The old witch of Anguo took the letter of state handed by the Yan envoy and sang loudly: "Haotian is above, Fu Wei tells it, there are friends today, thousands of miles come, my heart is only glorious, my heart is only happy, singing on the road, Chen Su is in the soil...... The soil is below, and Fu Wei is still feasting! ”

After the long greeting and singing, An Jun led the eighteen sons of Yanhou to board his six-wheel drive carriage and headed for the palace.

The Angolans did not disperse, and they flocked to the back of the convoy, and everyone was happy, as if it were a grand festival.

The princes greet the salute, there are civil rites and military rites, the monarch greets the city gate, and the witch officials sing praises, which is the state etiquette. And Bunli is just an hors d'oeuvres, and there will be martial rites to see outside Miyagi later.

What the Anguo people are waiting for is martial arts.

At this time, the fool of Yan Guo sat in the six-wheel drive carriage, nobilly walking in front of ten thousand people, and the fool of Anguo sat in the thin horse and broken carriage, walking alone in the depths of the lane.

The broken car walked neither fast nor slow, rattling all the way.

The mute coachman waved his whip, reluctant to whip his horse, and smoked the empty air one after another.

Ji Lie listened to the sound of wheels and whips, and the expression on his face was constantly changing.

Early this morning, the little maid picked up a letter, which read: Hou Zi is going to study in Yan Kingdom, and the goshawk should be in the sky, and he should not fall in love with the nest for a long time. Then, he, a fool who had been forgotten for many years, suddenly came to work, and was actually remembered by the high-minded, unmasked father.

An Jun sent someone to inform him, and after packing up, he immediately went to Miyagi to listen to Hou Jun's order.

At this time, the fool wore a new crown on his head, a scarlet brocade robe, a pair of shoes with a warped head on his feet, and a sword hanging from his waist. At first glance, he looks like the son of a king.

Traveling to Yanguo? In exile?

It came so quickly that it was unexpected. Even after hearing the words of the scholar on the wall, Ji Lie was expected and prepared in his heart, but at this moment, he was still confused at first glance: Who is helping me? Can it be successful? It must have something to do with the little girl who reads, she is wearing red clothes, could it be the Hou clan? Who are they?

……

There will always be an end to the road, and no matter how slow you go, you will reach the end.

"Gray, Gray......"

The skinny horse finally broke out of the alleyway and came to the outside of Miyagi.

A sea of people.

The mute slave coachman parked the carriage outside the crowd, lifted the curtain, and welcomed the dazed Ji Lie down.

The coachman opened his tongueless mouth slightly, looked at the fool fixedly, pointed to An Jun sitting on the platform in the middle of the sea of people, pointed to himself, and then fixed his fingertips on the fool's chest.

Everything is in plain sight.

The fool grinned.

The two palace people who had been waiting for a long time stepped forward.

The fool smirked and walked towards them. The rest of the way, only the fool walked alone.

The palace people led the fools, and the armorers separated the crowd.

For the first time in his life, there were palace people leading the way and armor guards him, but the fool's heart was not happy or afraid, he just smirked and looked at An Jun on the high platform for a moment.

An Jun didn't look at him, and was shushing the fool of Yan Kingdom.

"Fourth brother, fourth brother......"

In the distance, a little fat man waved violently at Ji Lie, but Ji Lie didn't look at it, his attention was on the high platform.

"Fourth Brother !!"

The little fat man raised his voice and waved the snow-white bird in his hand.

"Brother Fu......"

Ji Lie heard it and smiled at the little fat man, the position of the little fat man was at the lower right of An Jun, the viewing platform belonging to the Hou family, and the prince Ji Yun, Hou Zi Ji Feng, and Ji Xuan were among them.

Ji Lie was about to walk towards the little fat man, but the palace man beside him coughed coldly: "Little Houzi, please come with the slave." "The palace people are untouchables, and most of them are slaves of sin.

From below, bypassed the Hou clan viewing platform and came to the ceremony platform of the Qing and the doctors, but the palace people and the armor did not stop, but led the fool to the ceremony platform of the scholar clan, where there was a small stand, neither with the scholars nor equal to the commoners, so lonely and prominent.

"Little Houzi, please." Perhaps because of the incomplete limbs, the voice of the palace people is gloomy and compassionate.

It's good to have a place to sit.

Ji Lie knelt in the small stand in a big way, still wearing that trademark smirk.

The warriors around him began to hum like ants: "Is this the fool?" ”

"Yes, you see that eyebrow and eyes are exactly the same as Song Ji......"

"Yes, it's just that I pity Song Ji, such a brilliant character, who gave birth to a stupid son! However, fortunately, he is a fool, otherwise, sooner or later, our Anguo will become the Song Kingdom, I heard that this fool will not even be able to pee......"

"Haha, if you can't pee, won't you suffocate?"

"Shhh

Suddenly, a ray of vision struck.