Xin Zhuo finally changed into a black gold-trimmed brocade robe, put on Feilin boots and a jade belt, and wore long black hair tied up vertically, and wore a gold crown.

When he walked out of the room, it was the darkness before dawn, and the courtyard was full of people, and they raised their heads almost at the same time as they heard the sound.

After a little look, people rely on clothes and horses to rely on saddles, this Xin Zhuo was dressed plainly when he entered Beijing, and he looked a little wild and marketable, but now he has changed his clothes, just like an eighteen or nineteen-year-old young man, with handsome eyebrows and an extraordinary temperament, compared with those holy sons of the holy land of the world, he is not far behind, and even has an indescribable special temperament, not afraid of heaven and earth, ghosts and gods? Transcendent? Ling Ran everything? Heterogeneous? Out of place in the world?

This is obviously not what a Yuan Extreme Realm martial artist should have.

Yes, he has been a disciple of a great sect and an emperor of a country!

The faces of the two elders of Honglu Siqing and the Ministry of Rites Shangshu were secretive, and they definitely couldn't say what they were happy or not.

Hu Deng in the crowd had anger in his eyes and cursed in his heart.

"Let's go!"

Xin Zhuo walked out first, and Xiao Huang, the leper dog, followed behind.

Out of the "Yanran Pavilion", I got into a rather luxurious car, and went west surrounded by a large number of officials from the Ministry of Rites and Honglu Temple.

In the early hours of the morning, the sky was blue, and only a few people were left on the originally bustling street, and the center of the street was almost full of officials and horses hurrying to the court surrounded by small servants and subordinates.

Pass through Zhaoxian Fang, Xiaoyue Fang, Liuyi Fang and Wenzheng Fang, and finally arrive at the pilgrimage gate of the Daqian Palace in Beicheng.

The huge and continuous Daqian Imperial Palace in the early morning, the glazed tile surface, the statue of ten thousand beasts meanders like fish scales, looking at it inexplicably, it gives people a sense of majesty and solemnity, close to the conscious voice.

In the square in front of the pilgrimage gate, there are luxury cars and horses gathered at this moment, and there are no less than two thousand in detail.

There are so many carriages piled up, but they don't seem crowded, except that the square in front of the palace is large enough, and there are clear hierarchies-

At the forefront are the princes, prime ministers, high-ranking officials of the three provinces, great Simas, great generals, the likes of the Great Pillar Kingdom and the six ministries and nine secretaries, and the next are the feudal officials and Beijing officials who face the saints.

One level is piled up, and the official robes of blue, blue, red, and purple are distinct.

Xin Zhuo's carriage stopped, he didn't get out of the car immediately, but looked out through the window, and at a glance, he felt his scalp tingle.

These people's cultivation is also the lowest Lingtai realm, and the highest does not know the truth and reality, no wonder they are called the Holy Dynasty, the first court of the East Hua Ming Domain!

With the power of the Eight Kingdoms of the Great Zhou to resist, it is indeed a bit of a mantis arm blocking the car.

"King Xin, please get out of the car!" Outside, there was a not polite voice from the white-bearded Ministry of Rites.

Xin Zhuo was silent for a while, stepped out of the carriage, and as soon as his feet stepped on the ground, countless eyes brushed together, which was enough to make people tremble.

Xin Zhuo endured the pressure, bowed around, and saw the old man Ji Man from yesterday, dressed in a purple python robe at the moment, graceful and noble, majestic and magnificent.

Not far away, stood King Jing Ji Bixuan, who was dressed in a five-clawed golden dragon court robe, his face still had some whip marks, and his eyes were full of resentment.

Just as he was about to withdraw his gaze, Xin Zhuo's pupils suddenly shrank and looked somewhere.

Huang Dagui, the third master of Fulong Mountain back then!

At this moment, he is dressed in a military general's court uniform, burly, imposing, one eye is looking over, grinning, showing a mouthful of yellow teeth, but you definitely don't know what his smile represents.

Xin Zhuo frowned slightly, Jiu Sihai also came?

Just as he was about to look away, he suddenly froze again.

There was a young man dressed in a purple prince's robe, his appearance was not outstanding, and he even had a square face with slightly high cheekbones, but his eyebrows were full of arrogance and disdain, and even if he found Xin Zhuo, he didn't even look at it.

Kang Ok-gyu!

A disciple of the Ginger Clan!

The second brother in the family.

I saw him here!

Xin Zhuo subconsciously clenched his fists, and even ignored Jiang Yugui, who came from behind Jiang Yugui and ran out of nowhere to face Jiang Dagou, Lu Yuer and Zhang Fathu.

It's not that he is not strong-minded and the city is too shallow, but that the Jiang family is like a thorn, hanging in his heart.

He even wanted to step forward immediately, try the depth of this kid, and ask him, Lao Tzu's cultivation of less than a hundred years is enough to see the third grandson!

But he held back again.

There is still a long way to go, the current turmoil, the empress's mind is unclear, and there is no need for the time being.

Moreover, even if he is not afraid of this kind of person, he is also Yuanji, how strong can he be? No matter how deep his background is, how can the owner of Mochizuki Well be idle?

So, he sighed, and no longer looked at anyone, but at his nose and at his heart.

However, someone didn't let him get his wish.

"Xinzhuo!"

A voice shouted unabashedly harshly: "I haven't seen you for a long time, but you still know each other?"

As he spoke, a white-clothed figure came to the front, the golden crown fluttered, the handsome face was a little playful, and the breath of Yuanji Jiulin loomed.

Xin Zhuo looked at this person, faintly familiar, but he really couldn't remember it, so he simply didn't make a sound.

This person said to himself: "It's normal that you don't remember, the Bai Liuyun of the Taiping Palace at the beginning was just an immortal!"

White clouds? I have a faint impression that he was one of the immortals of the Taiping Palace who was sent by the Great Zhou Emperor to hunt down and kill him!

This person was obviously killed by himself back then, and he was able to appear here, and he had cultivated to the Yuan Pole Nine Forest Realm, and there was only one explanation - the person who was tried by the Mirror Flower and Water Moon!

In this hellish "mirror", you can't tell which people are trialists and how many people are acquaintances back then.

"Shake the light of the superior Holy Son Bai Liuyun."

Bai Liuyun approached, as if introducing himself, and then passed on the secret, "If it weren't for you, this kid, I'm just afraid that I'm now a half-saint, and I haven't killed you these days, but I don't have time, today you and I will compare, or you will compare with everyone else, and see how the empress chooses, how about it?" ”

Xin Zhuo was surprised in his heart, could this grandson ...... Also here for the draft?

Draft?!

"Bang Bang ......"

At this moment, nine whips sounded from inside the "pilgrimage gate", and a male duck's voice spread all around: "Early court, open the door!"

"Crunch ......"

The palace gate was wide open, revealing the "Wuji Palace" that was wide and deep, full of gold and jade.

Thousands of officials tidy up their appearance, take the wat board, and divide themselves into two rows, with the meritorious princes and princes walking through the left door, and the civil and military ministers walking through the right door.

"Everyone else says that the empress is inclined to you, I don't believe it, do you know the empress's unparalleled qualifications? How can she take a fancy to you, so vulgar! Bai Liuyun sneered and took the lead to leave.

Xin Zhuo shook his head with a chuckle, glanced at the Ministry of Rites Shangshu and the others beside him, walked forward, and went straight to the right door to line up.

However, at this time, in the sound of "crunching", the middle door suddenly opened, and a big eunuch in a python robe looked around, locked on Xin Zhuo, and hurriedly ran to the front: "King Xin, please go to the middle door!"

“？”

“……”

The two densely packed officials couldn't help but stop in unison, their faces were extremely exciting.

Jiang Yugui, who had been silent, also frowned.

Bai Liuyun turned his head even more suddenly, his face full of disbelief.

The middle gate of the "pilgrimage gate" will never be opened if it is not the wedding of the Great Qiandi Emperor, the accession of the Daqian Emperor to the throne, and the gold content of the Daqian rules is extremely pure, and it cannot be like child's play.

What does the empress mean?

"Great Prime Minister!"

"Zhongshu Order!"

Without waiting for Xin Zhuo to react, a large number of officials looked at Boss Ji Man angrily, as if they were resisting and resisting.

That Ji Man closed his eyes, sighed, and didn't know what to whisper, and the ministers turned a little pale, and they all turned back and gave a look.

"King Xin?"

The great eunuch is still asking for instructions.

Xin Zhuo had just recovered from his confusion, and of course he knew what it meant for the door to open and let him go.

After hesitating again and again, he suddenly had a strange realization, except for the empress, it seems that everyone has a little hatred for himself, in this case, Lao Tzu does not hug his thighs, when will he stay?

Strode towards the coiling dragon jade steps of the middle gate.

The Ministry of Rites Shangshu and Honglu Temple Qing stopped, and the great eunuch leaned sideways and held on carefully.

As soon as he stepped into the gate, Bai Liuyun and more than thirty handsome and carefree sons and brothers in costume followed in, with a slight smile on their faces.

This is the compromise between Ji Man and the ministers, you Xin Zhuo can go, and others can go.

Once some things are a little vulgar, they are like playing at home, which has nothing to do with martial arts, cultivation, and status.

Xin Zhuo looked back, and met a group of provocative eyes, and couldn't help but curse in his heart, this group of shameless people.

"These shameless people!"

Suddenly caught up with a person from behind, next to Xin Zhuo, and scolded: "Disgusting!"

Xin Zhuo looked at this person, unable to hide the embarrassment on his face.

Murong Xiu!

This product is actually there, greased and powdered, dressed up as a girl, and has a small red flower on her head, which even reminds him of the head of the Lonely Men's Palace.

"So, what are you here for?" Xin Zhuo asked rhetorically.

Murong Xiu's old face was dark red, and he coughed lightly: "I am different from them, I am elegant, just, and worried about the country and the people."

Lowered his voice: "In this way, you are the queen, I am the concubine, the group of guys in the back can only be Jieyu, nobles or something, when I came, I watched seventeen palace fights, a belly of a crane with a red top, a zhang Aya or something, let's be good brothers, play them to death, turn around and the fat water does not flow into the fields of outsiders, one person has a son, it happens to be the eldest son and prince of the empress, isn't it beautiful?"

"Fuck off!" Xin Zhuo endured and endured, but he still couldn't hold back.

This bastard wants to be a play, and a man can have a baby?

And...... How did this strong feminine aura come about?

(End of chapter)