[March 3, Showa 8]

In the spring of March, the grass grows and the warbler flies, which is a good season for students to study, but in the center of this empire, there is not much sound of Lang Lang reading, only the bustling streets, one after another. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Pershing, the capital of the Southern Empire, was also the ancient capital of the Three Dynasties.

From the Fourth Dynasty with ironclad soldiers, to the Fifth Dynasty with its preach for the people's lives, to the Sixth Dynasty with conspiracy and poison, the city has experienced too many bloody storms and treacherous waves over the past few hundred years. Looking at the tall 31-zhang city wall built with dark golden soul-sealing gorse Xuanluo rock barriers, from top to bottom, covered with traces of wind erosion like knives and axes, you can understand what kind of treacherous waves and changes such a city that has stood for only a few hundred years. The huge city tower that is as high as 45 zhang and wide as 220 zhang away, and the row of five huge doorways with a width of 5 zhang and 5 feet below the tower, not only the glory and heritage of the three dynasties have fallen, but also the blood stains that have not dried up for many years, and the sword marks that have not been healed for hundreds of years. The dark gold city wall, the dark gold city gate tower pedestal, the bright golden silk nan city tower and the pure gold mixed with gold brass tiles, in the spring sun, reflect a dazzling and even dazzling brilliance, as if an invisible light enchantment, everything on the base of the city tower is completely wrapped, in the shadow of the door hole, the eighty-one copper nails on the big mahogany door are dim, and they are safe and easy on the dazzling red door panel, as if symbolizing the rule of the Sixth Dynasty for a hundred years.

Blue sky, white clouds, bright spring light, and lush trees, such a dark golden city wall and golden city tower suddenly appeared, which looked as if it was a cold and rigid fantasy city that was poured out of a beautiful reality, as if a shadow of 3D animation was suddenly inserted into an oil painting. The outer walls of the huge imperial city, both in height and thickness, exuded a desperate oppressive force, as if only a snowbird above the sky was qualified to fly over the sky-like wall.

On the city wall, there were still people, and there were golden shaking shadows, which were the imperial forbidden army wearing copper-clad hundred-for-steel armor and holding a hundred-for-steel shield that was also copper-clad. They were the highest level of the Sixth Dynasty's formed army, an army of 300,000 people, who took turns walking on the top of the city walls every day, dutifully patrolling and guarding the last dignity of the empire, wearing glittering chain mail and holding shields that also reflected golden light, walking majestically across the dark golden city walls, looking like a team of paladins guarding the kingdom of heaven. They never shouted slogans, their figures were the most shining glory, they never flaunted, their existence was the most thoroughly sublime, they had no shame, their defeat was the destruction of the empire.

For generations, life and death, they have been smelted into one with this imperial city, and their lives and souls have always belonged to this city alone. They are the least likely soldiers in this country, or even in the whole world, to retreat, and they never train to retreat or fight and retreat during exercises. They are full of glory, and at the same time they burn their lives into eternal perseverance.

These soldiers walked on the dark golden walls year after year, day after day, their silence and the sound of steel boots hitting the stone face became the subconscious security of all the people in the city, if one day, the neat and capable footsteps suddenly disappeared, then such a golden city still existed? No one, no one dared to give an answer.

Under the imperial city, the wide five suspension bridges are made of golden silk nanmu, as long as twenty-eight zhang, because the sparkling moat is this width, the water in the moat is crystal clear, and clusters of red, red, green and green fish are swimming happily, but no one dares to stretch out the fishing rod to these quiet and elegant creatures, because the fish in the moat of the imperial city are for the ancestors to pray for the spirits, and no one is allowed to fish.

The outside of the imperial city is already the outskirts of Pershing, but this city, which gathers the wealth and heritage of the three dynasties, is the only city in the world without suburbs, and the periphery of the imperial city, within ten miles, is the capital.

Pershing is the only city in the world where citizens live outside the city walls.

On both sides of the extremely wide official road, there are countless houses densely arranged, and a deep but not tortuous path extends from both sides of the official road, leading to the rows of houses, as if extending from the aorta countless capillaries, and the endless flow of horse-drawn carts, donkey carts, rickshaws, and hurried porters on both sides of the official road are the turbid blood flowing on these capillaries. These houses built outside the city are all wooden, some small and elegant, some magnificent, others are simple and crowded, even dilapidated, like pickled entrails of iron cans, arranged along the four official roads of east, west, north and south, until ten miles away, forming a huge and incomparably well-shaped array. This is Pershing's "capital".

The low, cluttered and infinitely crowded out-of-town complexes are home to the most self-conscious civilians in the Empire. They are all slaves who have connections with the big names with noble titles in the Imperial City Gate, or super successful merchants who specialize in providing special supplies to a big man in the Imperial City. They had no fame, no official titles, and lived in the center of the empire as grass people, and they had learned to welcome the big men and oppress the hillbillies who had come here from other places to earn a living, as well as in their generations of settlement.

The convoy of the true prince appeared in front of the imperial city gate at the moment when the sun had just illuminated the entire glorious city gate tower.

This is the North Xuanmen, a city gate directly north of Pershing City, and it is impossible for the true prince who rushed back from a mission in the north to go around the city gate in other directions to enter the city. Along the way, starting from a low earthen wall no more than three feet high, ten miles away, Silver Dust, who was sitting in a carriage, lifted a corner of the curtain and took a serious look at the "insignificant part" of the city. The commoners of the capital, in the eyes of the nobles, are all chess pieces that can be discarded at any time, and only the nobles or lords who enter the imperial city will be considered the citizens of Pershing City.

Inside the imperial city, no civilians are allowed to live, even if they are dung diggers, they are all of high grade and official positions. In this world, people with official positions are called nobles, and families with titles are called hereditary nobles, and there is basically no contradiction between these two types of nobles, they are all close ministers of the country, and they are all capable people who are helping the emperor to do things, as for the ordinary people, they are all so-called people or untouchables, except for obeying the management and oppression of the nobles, they don't have to think about anything else in this life.

Yinchen knew that being able to enter this unimaginably majestic city of dynasty was completely based on his identity as the son of Shaobao, and now he was also a nobleman, and the official position of the prince of Shaobao was definitely a position that Fang Tianhang did not dare to climb in his life.

Maybe a boss like Xue Wuxian can look forward to it a little in his dream.

Silver Dust thought as he quietly looked at the scenery in the low-rise buildings on both sides of the official road, which was not a slum, but a bustling and lively bazaar-like place. The wooden buildings, which were no more than three stories high, and most of them only had one or two floors, contained restaurants, pawnshops, private houses, kabuki halls, and all the functions that should appear in the city, and within a hundred paces, Silver Dust saw no less than four inns that were dedicated to receiving overnight guests. These small houses, although occasionally dilapidated and in disrepair, are mostly painted to a shiny glow, like exquisite handmade lacquerware. These huts are crammed together, cluttered and congested, but not dirty, but rather a scene of uncontrollable prosperity like wild grass growing wildly. Here, the greatest prosperity and gloom of a city live. Prostitutes are legal, thieves are rampant, and gangsters are ruled by the land. There are several brutal murders and corpse mutilation cases staged every day, and the sheriff here is actually just a seven-rank official, and the little weak security guard force under him can only protect himself.

All the deformed prosperity and sin are all blocked from the tall imperial city gates. The city wall of more than 30 zhang is so high that the vast majority of divine cultivators in the world can't climb over.

And inside the Imperial City, it is a completely independent and complete world.

When the true king's convoy appeared in front of the city gate, two columns of gold-armored guards rode out from the wide open city gate, forming two columns about 4,000 paces long, almost sealing the entire official road. The merchants who did business on their backs, as well as the commoners who took the orders of the nobles in the imperial city, and even needed a noble cronies to accompany them to enter the imperial city, as well as the convoy with the inner court logo that sent daily necessities to the palace in the imperial city, were all blocked on the official road, and for a while, the serious traffic jam completely paralyzed the official road leading to the North Xuanmen.

All people, no matter what rank you are, must stand respectfully on both sides of the wide avenue, bow down and greet the prince, and those who disobey are guilty of great disrespect, and the lightest punishment is Ling Chi's death.

No one's eyes dared to cast their eyes on the carriage, because it would be whipped, and no commoner in this world liked to love the whip of a noble lord.

Yinchen sat in the carriage, watching the real prince completely open the curtain and let the pale sunlight illuminate his face, he was such a bright and upright person, and his bright and upright appearance also made the people here more humble and respectful. The forbidden army defending the city came over with a flattering look on his face, and in front of the real prince's car, even among the forbidden army in the south that is known as the strongest combat effectiveness, no one dares to ride a horse to greet him.

This co-ordinator has obviously honed himself all year round, and the speed is still very fast. In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the side of the carriage, and he stopped more than six feet away from the middle-aged horseman named "Thirteen", knelt down, and said loudly: "Welcome to the prince!"

"Welcome to the Prince!" a voice like a tsunami came from all directions, and Yinchen, who was hiding in the shadow of the carriage, wanted to cover his ears.

"Enter the city!" Prince Zhen replied in a flat voice, and Silver Dust heard a natural majesty in his voice.

"Prince!!" said the co-ordinator's voice as it reached the top of the gatehouse.

The sound of horses' hooves, suddenly like a brilliant drumbeat, knocked on the ground paved with the finest white stones, and the convoy of 5,000 people drove into the slightly larger gate in the middle, and the glorious and solemn entrance ceremony was said to last for half a morning.

"Is it like this every time?" Silver Dust's voice was barely audible in the heart-shaking sound of horses' hooves.

"That's the case every time. The true prince said casually: "This seat is the prince, so they don't dare to slack off, if it is someone else, even if it is the prime minister, it will be a little more grand than others." ”

Yinchen nodded, he didn't hear any show-off from the True King's tone, but he knew that this was showing off, and it was showing off to him alone, and the True King seemed to want to make him understand how terrible the True King's power was through such a ceremony.

In fact, this wanton traffic jam after entering the city is enough to show the power of the dead.

The convoy drove slowly through the Imperial City, and all the people on the same road were overwhelmed with blood mold, so they could only stand on both sides and bend down respectfully and wait. Even the pillars of the country who wear the uniforms of university scholars can only bow their heads in the face of the national military gods. Yinchen sat in a carriage that was not high, but it was also very luxurious and comfortable, looking at the first city in the world.

Pan Yangcheng, the first in the world.

What a bizarre city this is! This is a quasi-modern city with classical architecture as the background! There are no steam engines, no electricity, no cars, and even the carriages of everyone except the real king do not even have shock absorption, but here, there are post offices (post stations), couriers (messengers, Jiupin officials, mainly transporting parcels), banks (money banks, each of which has a deep background and scary), and even telecommunications bureaus, of course, it is the "Gangfeng Communication Division" referred to as the "Trade Wind" with all kinds of communication gods as hardware facilities In addition, the doors and stairs of most shops are automated treasure machines, and even the pouring of tea is automated, here, it is like a mechanical maze before the electronic industrial revolution, full of woodpunk fantasy city.

It's not crowded, the buildings on both sides of the street are neat and uniform, three-storey buildings, one after the other, every building, every pillar, every wall tile, and even every tile here are exactly the same, and each shop is different except for the signboard and the things placed at the door. In front of each small building here, there is a distance of about five paces, five steps away is the tethered horse stake as a street edge mark, the horse stone, and within five steps of the narrow space, is the place where the shop puts out some exhibits to show itself, of course, any tavern restaurant bun shop, will be placed here steamers and a few long tables, those gorgeously dressed young people sitting at the table eating and drinking, itself is the best living advertisement of the tavern.