Celestial Empire, Shenluo

Luoshui soup soup flows through the fertile Luohe Plain into the mighty Yellow River. Just after noon, the sky was already condensed with bleak gloomy clouds.

The imperial capital Shenluo is like a sleeping giant beast, quietly entrenched on the banks of the Luoshui River. Three thousand years have passed, dynasties have changed from generation to generation, but nothing has been able to awaken this giant beast from its slumber.

In the center of Shenluo City, there is the magnificent Chongyuan Palace. Built by several dynasties and dozens of emperors, this imperial city combines the elite of oriental architecture and symbolizes the supreme glory of the imperial emperor. Under the glittering glazed tiles, an artificial canal leads Luoshui to the red palace walls. Inside the walls is another fantastical world. There are five steps and one high-rise building, ten steps and one pavilion, the corridor twists and turns like a ribbon, and the eaves rise upwards like a bird's beak. The pavilions and pavilions are scattered according to different topography, and the craftsmanship is exquisite. The passages erected between the long bridge and the pavilion lying on the water are high and low, like a series of dragon panels. It is rumored that in order to build this palace, the entire Nanmu of Yizhou was cut down.

In the past 400 years when the industrial revolution has impacted the whole world from west to east, this thousand-year-old palace has also quietly changed. Fluorescent lamps replaced stone palace lanterns, autonomous mechs took over most of the guards' security work, and complex wiring and pipes gradually covered all the pavilions. Whether it is the Celestial Empire or the whole world, I am afraid it is difficult to find a second model of such a perfect combination of classicism and technology.

Passing through the pavilion that covers the sky and the sun, the nine-story palace that symbolizes the eternal continuity of the Celestial Empire stands majestically, and this is the place where the emperor of the Celestial Empire, who commands half of the world, handles the government and receives the audience, and the power center of the empire - Chongxiao Palace.

The Wind Yan Dragon slowly approached, and under the guidance of the two inner supervisors, he ascended the ninefold heavenly steps leading to the Chongxiao Palace. He was wearing a purple python robe, with two lifelike unicorn patches embroidered with gold thread on the front and back, and a pair of foundation boots on his feet. In this era of continuous impact on Western culture, simple Western-style clothing has long replaced traditional clothing in daily life, and even the important ministers of the state and even the emperor himself only wear their time-honored Hanfu in the court and during major national events. At this moment, this young man with long hair, a delicate face, and a feminine air unique to the Orientals was wearing a court uniform that symbolized the first rank of the empire.

"Da Sima Feng Yan Dragon is here!" Whenever Feng Yan Dragon stepped on the first-level jade steps, Yu Linwei on both sides announced loudly.

It was clear that it had already passed the time of the early dynasty, but at this moment, Yu Lin Wei wearing silver armor and wearing a beautifully patterned Tang sword were still neatly arranged on both sides of the heavenly steps. This more fancy guard was once disdained by its Western counterparts, but the Wind Inkstone knew that beneath the fish-scaled composite armor of the Feather Forest Guard was actually a miniaturized exoskeleton, enough to cause the wearer to burst with incredible speed and power in an instant. And the seemingly quaint Tang knife in the hands of Yu Linwei is actually a lightweight single-molecule vibrating knife, a weapon that should have been lying in a Western laboratory has long been secretly equipped with this unit and put into use. Even if the assassin was lucky enough not to be sliced to pieces, he would be immediately blasted into meat sauce by these samurai, who were the grandmasters of Bajiquan, and the power gloves they wore.

Since the emperor's personal guards are here, it means that the emperor has not moved elsewhere.

The long heavenly stairs seemed to go straight into the sky, and after walking half a pillar of incense, the wind inkstone dragon came to the end.

In front of the Chongxiao Palace, several inner prisons surrounded a young man. The young man was wearing a two-color crown robe, and a pair of still immature eyes were hidden under the jade crown. This young man was none other than Emperor Kangqing, the eighteenth emperor of the Heavenly Empire. Seeing Feng Yanlong walking towards him, Emperor Kang Qing stepped forward, with the joy of reuniting the child and his playmate after a long absence: "Feng Aiqing, you are finally back." ”

"The minister's wind and inkstone dragon pay a visit to Your Majesty. Feng Yanlong knelt down on one knee towards the little emperor and said.

Walking out of the Shenwu Gate, Feng Yanlong sighed softly. When I set out on the expedition, Shenluo's peony flowers were in full bloom, but now it is the middle of winter, and all the flowers are in full bloom. Fortunately, Emperor Kangqing has not changed much, he is still like an ordinary fifteen-year-old boy, he loves to play and make trouble, likes to listen to the stories he brought back from the front line, and has no interest in the country.

Twelve years ago, because Emperor Shengqian had not established a crown prince before his death, the imperial party led by Prince De, the second son of Emperor Shengqian, took control of the imperial capital at that time, Tianjing, and the new party, which supported the establishment of the son of the late eldest son, Prince Ren, and the current Kangqing Emperor, established power in Shenluo, and the most tragic civil war since the founding of the Celestial Empire was on the verge of breaking out. The smoke of the storm seriously weakened the empire's national strength, and the invasion of the two major Western powers pushed the old empire to the brink of destruction.

When the building was about to collapse, Feng Yanlong, the new head of the Feng family, who was only 18 years old, began to emerge in the new party. He raided Tianjing with hundreds of orbital airborne troops, killing Prince De and the leaders of the imperial party, and the three-year-old Emperor Kangqing ascended the throne in Shenluo. Of course, because the emperor was too young to handle government affairs, the responsibility of managing the country naturally fell into the hands of the new party.

"Don't come unharmed, Brother Feng. It seems that Lucia's cold can't help you. A voice called out to the Wind Inkstone Dragon behind him.

Feng Yanlong looked back and found a young man in a dark suit and crystal glasses standing behind him. He had a beautiful mustache, an ivory-billed briar pipe, slender fingers and white gloves, and a wicked smile on his handsome face.

"Thanks to Brother Jiang, I'm back completely. Feng Yanlong responded coldly. Although Feng Yanlong is not the kind of person who will be arrogant because of his high position, he really can't have a friendly attitude towards the guy in front of him.

Who called this guy named Jiang Jun, the fiancé of Feng Yanlong's only sister, Feng Mohuang!

Recalling the sister who loved to cry and make trouble when he was a child and liked to follow him everywhere, Feng Yanlong was angry. What is it that my sixteen-year-old sister is influenced by someone's distorted worldview to like an old man who is a full eight years older than herself!

What's wrong with my sister's accusation?

"Ahem, cough ......" The violent mood swings made Feng Yanlong almost catch his breath.

"What, Brother Feng suffers from the wind cold?" Jiang Jun asked with a smile.

"No, it's nothing ......," Da Sima vetoed majestically.

"That's good, there is still a tricky matter waiting for Brother Feng to solve here," Jiang Jun took out an agarwood matchbox from his arms, took out a match and lit it, and said faintly: "Brother Feng, the Tianzi No. A seal is broken." ”

The light of the beating match was suddenly extinguished.

"Tianzi No. A!?" These four words are like four nails, nailed to the heart of the wind inkstone dragon.

"Keep a low profile, Brother Feng. This is not the place to be surprised. As he spoke, Jiang Jun took out a document bag from his arms and handed it to Feng Yanlong: "This is the family's investigation report." ”

Feng Yanlong took the brown paper document bag, and as he expected, there was indeed a charm attached to the seal, and the vermilion dansha lines were zigzag and winding, like small red snakes crawling all over the bag. Feng Yanlong wanted to uncover the spell directly, but after looking around, he still gave up.

"Just a few pieces of paper sent me away?" Feng Yanlong asked with a frown when he saw that Jiang Jun had nothing else to hand over to him.

"We tracked it all the way east, and finally disappeared into the sea, probably as far as the Yamato Islands. Jiang Jun struck a match again, "You don't need to be responsible for this matter, the family will arrange someone to deal with it." ”

"Special person, the whole family can't find a few Yuke who can handle this level of incident......"

"Actually, there is a good candidate, Brother Feng. Someone you and I both know well. Jiang Jun looked at Feng Yanlong with a smile.

Feng Yanlong suddenly realized something: "You mean...... Ink Phoenix?"

"That's right," Jiang Jun nodded, "During the time you and I were talking, Xiaohuang should have already arrived in the extreme east, right?"

With the Wind Inkstone Dragon as the center, a wave of qi suddenly erupted, blowing everything around it away. "What are those old things thinking?" Feng Yanlong asked Jiang Jun angrily, and the green tendons on his temples flared up.

"Brother Feng, calm down, calm down. Jiang Jun didn't know when he had retreated to three meters away, "After all, Yamato is no longer our territory, and it is impossible for us to send too many feather guests to deal with this matter, after all, Yamato's group of onmyoji are not vegetarians." In terms of strength, except for the heads of the family and those old men, Xiaohuang's strength is the strongest among the younger generation. Speaking of this, Jiang Jun paused, "And this matter is not just the meaning of the old men, Xiaohuang also agreed." ”

"But she's just a child after all! Let her face the most terrifying seal of the ancestors, or in the extreme east, where there is no support, what should she do if there are three longs and two shorts?"

"Brother Feng, there is a sentence I don't know whether to say or not. Xiao Huang is also an adult after all, isn't it her age when you led hundreds of dead soldiers to Tianjing? What's more, Xiao Huang is still recognized as the strongest feather guest in this generation, if you dote on her like this again, even if it is for her good, she will definitely try her best to escape. Seeing that Feng Yanlong just frowned, and did not object, Jiang Jun continued: "If you want me to say, you are a brother, you should let go a little and let Xiaohuang go." ”

After being silent for a long time, Feng Yanlong sighed, "...... It's okay, but if something happens to Mohuang, no matter what the old men say, I'll raze the Yamato Islands. Leaving this sentence, Feng Yanlong ignored Jiang Jun and left.

"Then I wish the people of Yamato good luck. Looking at the departing back, Jiang Jun said. Whether he was angry or not, after all, Feng Yanlong commanded the world's largest fleet and half of the intercontinental missiles, and he wouldn't be stupid enough to doubt that the other party could wipe an island off the map.

The north wind was bleak, blowing bare willow branches and dancing in the air. Unconsciously, Shenluo City was full of slaughter. Feng Yanlong casually untied the straps of the court clothes, and let the cold wind recklessly burrow into the thin inner lining of the body.

"Far Eastern...... Maybe it's a good place. He looked at the frozen clouds that covered the sky and muttered to himself.