Chapter Ninety-Eight: Pomp and Circumstance
Just after noon on the third day, on the bluestone avenue outside the gate of King Chen's Mansion, a huge team was waiting in place.
As far as the eye can see, it is all blue, and the guards have handsome faces, holding long swords, even if they don't wear the armor of a soldier, they can faintly exude a military spirit.
At the front of the procession, a luxurious carriage was parked in front of it, and four white horses were quietly stepping in their places, without even moving their tails.
The four pairs of big eyes were glowing with a faint blue light, and the red hooves looked even more red in the sunlight, like clusters of flames that were burning vigorously.
The scene was so quiet that it seemed that you could hear the shouting on the streets of Jindu City.
At this time, there was a sound of footsteps at the gate of the palace.
First of all, there are two white figures, one tall and one short, the male is handsome and unparalleled, the female is pretty and colorful, and the same white clothes are on the body, which does not look boring, but has a little softness.
Followed by two more delicate girls, one yellow and one purple.
cough cough~ Finally, a lonely black-clothed young man walked out of the door, and when he just stood at the door, a cool wind swept up the fallen leaves on the ground and blew in front of his eyes, reflecting his lonely back even more lonely.
When Xiao Ling stepped out of the gate of the palace, all the guards in Tsing Yi came into view, all of them were tall, young but old, and the expressions on their handsome faces were serious and strange.
From the front to the end, there are about 1,000 people.
"Lord Wang, he, they all went south with him to investigate?" Looking at the team that couldn't see the tail end, Xiao Ling couldn't help but smack his tongue secretly.
The pomp and circumstance was really grand.
"Yes." Jun Yichen nodded at her, glanced at the team in front of him again, and his voice was evil and low, "Now there is a shortage of coolies in the disaster area in the south, they are all young and strong, which is just in handy, and besides, more labor is good for health." โ
Xiao Ling nodded in agreement, too, those houses destroyed by the flood require a lot of manpower to build, seeing that they all have martial arts, they must be much better than ordinary people when they work.
It's just, "they... Why are they all the same as Feng Xuan, their faces are expressionless and cold? "Could it be that Jun Yichen has deducted their moon silver?
"Ling'er, what about them? Not born that way, it's just... I want to be better than the blue, and surpass me. Jun Yichen looked at the neat line from end to end with great interest, and then hooked his lips and joked, "However, the coldness and indifference I occasionally embody are all emanating from my bones, and they can't learn it." โ
Finally, I want to add, "However, the more frustrated they are, the more courageous they become, but they want to learn, and it has become the expression that owes them money." โ
As soon as these words came out, Feng Xuan, who had just been standing by the carriage for a short time, finally raised his eyes and looked away, and secretly said in his heart, 'Here it is again'.
Lei Xin and Lei Xiang glanced at each other silently, their eyes full of smiles.
The prince's ability to ridicule people is called high.
The group of Tsing Yi guards collectively had black faces, and the hands holding the hilt of the sword were a little shaky, but they still had to pretend to be calm.
Where do they have the idea of wanting to surpass the prince, where do they want to learn from his coldness and indifference, they just became like this after training from the Blood Soul Palace, they are all used to it, how to change?
Recently, the prince has been lying a lot, and now, they have once again 'sacrificed' to become the object of the prince's lies.
โยทยทยทโ Xiao Ling looked at Feng Xuan, then at the guards, and finally looked back at Jun Yichen again, she felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't find the reason.
Now, when Jun Yichen faced her, he had always been kind and pleasant, and even claimed to have demoted 'this king' to 'me'.
can see his proud and cold appearance, and it can only be seen when he is facing others.
In her eyes, he is no longer cold, indifferent, or evil, only 'warm'.
"What's wrong?" Seeing that she bowed her head and was silent, Jun Yichen lowered her head and asked softly.
"It's fine." Xiao Ling shook his head with a smile, then looked up at Jun Yichen, "Lord Wang, they seem to have been standing for a long time, let's go." โ
After speaking, he pointed to the guards who were standing motionless.
"Heh~ Ling'er, you are really empathetic." Jun Yichen touched the top of her head dotingly.
"Uh~" Xiao Ling's face slid down the black line.
How can there be an illusion that the owner is touching a teddy dog?
The corners of Jun Yichen's mouth slowly curved, and then he naturally took Xiao Ling's little hand and walked to the carriage, and then hugged Xiao Ling into the carriage in front of everyone.
Seeing his skillful and gentle movements, the Tsing Yi guard, who was already pretending to be calm, was shocked on the spot.
The prince, who never looked at women before, has now greatly refreshed their cognitive outlook.
And it was the prince who took the initiative to hug it, and the girls hadn't opened their mouths yet, nor did they stretch out their hands...
In the carriage, Jun Yichen put Xiao Ling on the soft collapse and settled down, and then lightly ordered outside: "Let's go." โ
With his order, this huge team set off in a majestic manner.
On the other hand, at the entrance of the palace, a middle-aged man stood with his hands in his hands, he was wearing a brown robe, his face was resolute, his body was awe-inspiring, and his black hair was faintly white.
His eyes kept following the carriage in the distance, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
At this time, Feng Ran walked out of the palace.
He stood next to the middle-aged man and followed his gaze at the group that had drifted away.
After a while, a smile flashed in his gentle eyes: "Steward Liu, your eyes are almost glued to that carriage." โ
Then he hooked his lips again: "Also, you've been laughing for a long time." โ
Liu Moqian glared at him: "You stinky boy, there's nothing to do, right?" โ
"Yes, yes, that won't bother you, you keep watching."
After Feng Ran finished speaking, he turned around and walked back.
Every time the prince went out of the door, he looked at it like this, and he would not return home if he didn't stand at the door for two quarters of an hour.
However, all of them knew that Steward Liu used to be the close guard of the princess and concubine, and he was loyal to Concubine Yun, and now he not only cares for the princess, but also swears to obey his life.
This time, the prince went south, and he had to worry about it for a while.