Jing Yunhan turned his head and instructed the maid again:

"Arrange for someone to change the clothes of my nephew, and the specifications are according to the Chinese ceremony."

The maid folded her hands on her lower abdomen, bent her knees slightly, and replied in a low voice:

"Yes, sir."

The Xia people have many etiquettes, and the highest standard is called Huali.

Summer, Daya.

The people who have lived in the fertile land of Zhuxia for a long time, have a vast territory, a prosperous civilization, and a prosperous culture, are called the Xia people.

The Chinese, the flowers, the light.

The Xia people are heroic, rich in land and products, and beautiful in service.

Huali is the most ardent expectation of the Xia people for the descendants of the future generations, hoping that the future generations can bloom in the summer of the East like an endless flower.

He stared at the face of his uncle who met for the first time, and bowed with his palms folded and saluted:

"Yes, uncle, Zi Thorn is out of company."

"Go ahead."

Jing Yunhan nodded slightly.

Behind them, Han Liye, Li Changsheng, and Chai Zhenye hurriedly got out of the way, and at the same time greeted each other with the thorns passing by.

"Jing Shuyou, congratulations."

They smiled with some respect.

"It's all thanks to the help of the three of them."

Thorn smiled in response, as usual.

Han Liye and the three of them watched Jing Zijian walk out of the door and looked at each other, they had already read something in Jing Yunhan's few words just now.

The new Han Dynasty is divided into Kyushu, and the royal family is in charge of Zhongzhou, and the remaining eight states are elected by each warlock sect to elect a minister, also known as the state prince, and the official residence is a product in the court.

There were only eight first-class officials in the entire Xinhan Dynasty, who could directly consult with the monarch on an almost equal footing.

Qingzhou Minister Jing Yunhan set up a banquet for the returning children of the Jing family, which was ordinary.

There were other princes in the banquet, and on the occasion of the opening of the spiritual sea, it was not an exception for a young warlock who was only fifteen years old.

It's just Huali, which means it's really a bit heavy.

Han Liye and the three of them glanced at each other with understanding, and they jointly opened their mouths to compliment Jing Yunhan, the minister of Qingzhou.

This fair-skinned middle-aged man in his forties was well maintained, smiling and polite with the three of them.

Time passed little by little, and after nearly an hour, Thorn appeared in front of the door.

The clothes and other things needed for Huali are really valuable, and they need to be picked up by the attendants in the pavilion, and they take care of the appearance of the thorns back and forth, which takes so much time.

According to the Huali process, the person applies a precious balm, which penetrates into the skin to make the skin soft and smooth and fragrant, and then bathes and washes off after the sesame oil takes effect, and finally wears a gorgeous costume.

As the footsteps sounded, the four people who were talking happily looked at each other at the same time, only to see the fifteen-year-old young warlock who had gone and returned walked in in a new dress.

This dress prepared according to Huali is called a gorgeous dress, with cloud patterns on a moon-white robe of Thorn Thorn, an ink-colored Xuanwen belt around his waist, clogs on his feet, and a black jade crown on his head, with a faint fragrance around his body, and a little cinnabar between his eyebrows, which looks elegant and dusty.

This kind of gorgeous robe, if ordinary people wear it, it will only be a monkey and a smile and generous.

And after the thorns lifted the clumsy method of "Kan Li, Water, Fire and Sword Qi", the true body of the law body appeared, the skin was crystal like jade, the eyes were like cold stars, and the sword eyebrows were raised, and a pure and condensed mana aura was revealed, which perfectly blended with a gorgeous costume.

Such a look, such a charm, let Jing Yunhan and the four of them look at the heart of a great shock.

"Okay, what a gentleman of the Xia clan."

Jing Yunhan suddenly laughed.

Han Liye and the three of them hurriedly congratulated and praised a few words, and then everyone got off the official residence and walked towards the Yanyu Building.

chatting all the way, Jing Yunhan, Han Liye and others have lived in officialdom for a long time and are very good at talking, and the words are like a spring breeze, although Jing Zithorn has an introverted personality, he is not embarrassed in the conversation.

All of them were warlocks with magical powers, and they walked all the way on the gravel path in the woods of the cabinet, and at this time the air was still clear after the rain, and the fragrance of plants and trees lingered on the tip of the nose, which made people feel refreshed.

After walking for a quarter of an hour, they turned a few corners on the path paved with rain and rubble, and they could faintly see a small pavilion standing not far ahead.

I faintly heard the gurgling of flowing water in my ears and the sound of Qingyue, but when I saw it carefully, it was a hand-dug stream flowing down the small pavilion.

Outside the pavilion, there were naturally attendants who had already been arranged, and when they saw Qingzhou Gong and others coming, they immediately bowed down and led them in.

The five of them entered a private room in the pavilion in turn under the guidance of the waiter, Jing Yunhan walked in the first place, Jing Zijian followed closely behind, and Han Liye, Li Changsheng, and Chai Zhenye accompanied them in turn.

The rest of the seven state ministers in the private room had already sat down, and when they saw Jing Yunhan and the others coming in, the eyes of these Xinhan first-class officials immediately locked on the thorn thorn who followed Jing Yunhan and the second person who entered.

"It is indeed the authentic sect of Xuanmen!"

A middle-aged man in his forties, with a slightly round face and a slightly chubby body, looked at it intently, and saw that the thorns faintly exuded pure mana, and his spirit was immediately shocked.

"It's really extraordinary to tie your hair at an age, and now that the spiritual tide has come, this son's future is limitless!"

The man with the other face carefully looked at the thorns for a moment and made a judgment.

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Among them, the ministers reacted similarly in their hearts, they looked at each other, unable to hide the shock in their hearts.

The court of the New Han Dynasty is very different from the Great Chong, the official may not be a warlock, but the warlock must be an official, and the promotion of the court is easier than that of mortals, and the official positions of the fourth rank and above are only allowed to be held by warlocks.

There is no other reason, the same as Dachong, the four officials of the Xinhan Dynasty can be the prefect of a place. If the Fourth Rank Official is a mortal, it is too easy to be controlled by a hostile transcendent, and once an order is issued that is unfavorable to the country, the consequences will be unimaginable.

For example, what Thorn Thorn did to the commander of the Dachong City Defense Battalion and Zheng Fuli, the director of the Patrol Bureau, was previously in Jinmen Port.

There are many magic inheritances in the magic sects in various parts of the New Han Dynasty and Kyushu, and only those who are descendants can pass on the authentic methods of the Xuanmen, if such people can become warlocks around the age of 20, they will be awarded the official position of eight grades in the court.

Taking Han Liye, Li Changsheng, and Chai Zhenye as examples, the three of them are all warlocks of various sects, so that they can become high-ranking officials in the court at the age of twenty or thirty.

Seeing the reactions of the princesses, Jing Yunhan smiled heartily:

"Come, Zithorn, and greet a few ministers."

"Yes."

Thorns didn't dare to slack off, took two steps forward quickly, folded their palms and bowed down to perform the ancient rituals of Zhuxia:

"Younger thorns, I've seen all of you!"

Yan Qinghan, the minister of Yuezhou, who is over forty years old and still charming, smiled and took the lead in getting up to return the salute:

"I've seen Jing Shuyou, I've heard Master Han mention Xiaoyou's demeanor before, it's really better to be famous than to meet, it's really terrifying."

The rest of the princes reacted quickly and got up one after another to return the salute.

Han Liye, Li Changsheng, Chai Zhenye, and the three of them shook violently in their hearts, staring at the thorns with incredible eyes, unable to understand what was happening in front of them.

A member of the first rank of the new Han Dynasty, it turned out that the fifteen-year-old was still a white-bodied young warlock to return the gift?

As the party concerned, Thorn Thorn was also slightly stunned, and immediately reacted:

"These new Han ministers reacted quickly, now that the spirit tide has arrived, the path to promotion for young warlocks has opened, and warlocks in their forties are no longer able to impact the next layer of spiritual sea."

"I'm only fifteen years old and I'm already a warlock, and with the help of the system, my promotion speed is faster than ordinary people, and they are making good karma in advance."

"Once there are second-order warlocks in each country, the official power structure of each country will be turned upside down, and they will all realize that the times are changing."

According to the memories of Thorn's previous life, a first-order warlock still needs to temporarily avoid the edge in the face of mortals with firearms, while a second-order warlock can fight head-on with a mortal army of a certain number of people.

This meant that the power and social status of the second-order warlock were completely above those of mortals.

Thorn, who secretly praised the quality of the princes in his heart, bowed again, smiled and stood up straight.

At this moment, a bell rang "dang" outside the private room, which was the banquet bell, reminding everyone to take their seats according to the time set before.

"Alright, don't stand, sit down first."

Jing Yunhan walked into the banquet with a smile, Jing Zijian followed behind his uncle, and Han Liye and the three of them accompanied him to the last seat.

This banquet is one for one person, one for each person, a wooden case and a futon, and Thorn Thorn followed Jing Yunhan and knelt beside him.

Seeing that the two of them had sat down, they all sat down, and Han Liye and the three of them sat down when they saw that everyone was seated.

As soon as everyone sat down, the ceremonial officials who had been waiting outside the private room played the musical instruments in their hands, and the sound of silk and bamboo flowed into the banquet room.

Xia tradition, the banquet must have music, this is part of the summer ceremony, but also the embodiment of "summer".

The banquet began from there.