Chapter 452: Don't Kneel Down for Us King Zhao Yet!
Meow Seventeen didn't have any fear, and was in the mood to joke with him and scold him, "Let you be arrogant, look, you have angered others, 100,000 people have gathered here, you are going to have a big accident, right?" ”
He lowered his head and smiled, his slender fingers tapped her head lightly, "You don't know how to count, this is up to three thousand." ”
She opened her mouth angrily to bite him, "Can you not be serious!" I just said it in passing, 100,000 horses said it smoothly, it sounded good, and it was majestic! ”
The guards outside didn't know that Murong Li had already thought of a countermeasure, and at this time, they saw that the thousands of people and horses dispatched by Zhao Lichuan were already in a hurry, and they couldn't help but be even more anxious when they heard that the prince and the kitten were still flirting and scolding in the carriage!
Rajah! Can you take a look at the situation outside?
When is this coming, can you stop flirting!
However, when they saw that the snake king and the two little black snakes accompanying them did not show fear, they glanced at each other, and forcibly suppressed the tension in their hearts, and tried to tell themselves that if they lose, they must not lose to Zhao Lichuan's people in momentum, and they must not embarrass the prince with weak legs! You have to believe in the prince, the prince is amazing!
In the leisurely bickering between Meow Seventeen and Murong Li, Zhao Lichuan's men and horses were already in formation, and Zhao Lichuan also rode a high-headed horse and took Zhao Qingqing to appear in front of the city wall.
He glanced at the motionless carriage over there, frowned, and gestured behind him.
The deputy general stepped forward and raised his voice, "King Zhao is here, the seventh prince Murong Li should not hurry up and get off the carriage and bow to King Zhao!" ”
The sentence "bow and salute" made Murong Li's twenty-four guards angry!
Their prince is a dignified prince, and before leaving the capital, he was canonized by the emperor as a righteous king, whether it is bloodline or grade, he is not lower than Zhao Lichuan!
Even if the prince is here to make amends to Zhao Lichuan as a son, there is no reason to kneel and salute!
Huo Dongzhou, the head of the guard, also stepped forward and bowed, "I've seen King Zhao in my humble position." ”
After saluting, he raised his voice and said, "King Zhao, since ancient times, only ministers kneel to the king, no king kneels to the ministers, our prince is the prince, is the king, you let our prince bow to you, isn't it indirect to let the emperor kneel down and salute you?" ”
Zhao Lichuan's generals were furious when they heard this.
This crime is a big one!
The king of the feudal clan wants the emperor to kneel down for him and spread it to the capital, and those civil ministers and officials are not allowed to join their king Zhao to death!
Zhao Lichuan himself was not too angry, he looked at Huo Dongzhou lightly, "What about your master?" Could it be that the people are not in the carriage? Why don't you come out and speak to the king? ”
Huo Dongzhou glanced back at the carriage, and was about to speak, when he heard Murong Li's voice coming from the carriage-
"King Zhao is not strange, this king's current appearance is not suitable for people, this king is afraid...... Scare King Zhao you. ”
Murong Li sat in the carriage, stroked the cat leisurely, and said lightly.
Zhao Lichuan snorted coldly, "Murong Laoqi, don't pretend to be a ghost, do you remember what your father sent you to Weizhou City to let you do?" Come out! ”
Murong Li squinted slightly, and his movements as a pet of the cat paused slightly, "Since King Zhao has to come out of this king, then, okay......"
He looked down at Meow Seventeen, and Meow Seventeen immediately withdrew from his arms and put out the golden dragon mane that had been refined overnight.
The next moment, he transformed into a golden snake the size of a bucket, and used his demonic power to capture the golden mane placed on the table one after another, firmly imprisoning the snake's back.