Before Li Jiangyao and the others left Zili Wenbantimu, the legend of the Holy King of Western Xinjiang had already spread rapidly in Yanqi Kingdom.

King Yanqi also reacted very quickly, and he ordered people to rush to the banner of the Holy King overnight, preparing to welcome the triumph of the capital protector. At the same time, the Yanqi royal court also announced that the village of Zili Wenbantimu was officially classified as a holy place of the Flower God Sect, and sent troops to strictly guard it.

The news spread ten, ten, hundreds, and soon spread to other western Xinjiang countries. With the joint efforts of the Shenhua family and Persian merchants, the village of Zili Wenbantimu was depicted as a thousand-year-old altar to the paradise of the flower gods, and the only person qualified to open the altar was none other than Li Jiangyao, the holy king who rescued the entire ghost desert in Western Xinjiang.

Of course, behind all this, the secret planning of the Intelligence Department of the Zhenjiang Army is indispensable.

In these turbulent times, people are in dire need of such a story, full of light and hope, and closely related to their faith, to heal the wounds and grief in their hearts.

More and more people are willing to believe that Li Jiangyao, who completely ended the civil strife in Western Xinjiang, must be the Holy King sent by the Nanjin Flower God to save them in the world.

Moreover, the Holy King is the chosen son of God, which is neither the name of the warlord princes nor the position of the officials of the Tang State, so the Holy King will never be defeated, let alone swayed by outsiders, as long as he is there, the ghost desert in Western Xinjiang will be safe and prosperous again.

What's more, the Holy King can also open the altar of the Flower God Paradise, which is tantamount to bringing infinite hope to the cultists.

On the day they came out of the mountain, Li Jiangyao and the others couldn't help but be startled by the scene outside the mountain.

Tens of thousands of people from the Yanqi Kingdom, as well as the people of the Western Frontier who came here from neighboring countries, welcomed their Holy King.

Men, women and children are crowded, holding flowers, wine, and home-cooked pastries and snacks, shoulder to shoulder, looking forward to it. When Li Jiangyao's handsome flag appeared in the field of vision, the crowd immediately erupted in earth-shattering cheers.

"Long live the Holy King!"

People burst into tears of excitement and jumped and squeezed forward, all wanting to see the demeanor of the Holy King with their own eyes. The white-robed army escort team, the flying cavalry battalion of the Third Army, and the Fifth Army, which had specially rushed to reinforce them, together with the army of Yanqi Kingdom, joined hands to form two human walls, desperately maintaining order on the scene, and were almost swallowed by the crowd.

Wherever Li Jiangyao's war horse passed, the people spontaneously knelt down on the side of the road and bowed to him.

The pious appearance is as if you have seen the true God.

Dong Tianxing followed the team, dumbfounded. He secretly thought in his heart that when the first emperor Li Chengwu went on patrol, he was afraid that there was no such exaggerated situation.

And Lao Dong has seen the world, even he is still like this, not to mention Lian Ji, Wu Rong, Amunta and their subordinates. The crowd was shaken by the tsunami-like cheers of the mountains, and kept waving to the people, and all of them had smiles on their faces.

In the team, Xiahou Ninghan was the only one who was on a par with Li Jiangyao. When the people on the side of the road saw her stunning beauty, they were not only surprised and delighted, but also cheered:

"Look! She is the fairy who entered the Promised Land with the Holy King! ”

"It's so beautiful, it's a heavenly immortal, right?"

"Of course, she is a jade girl who serves the god of Nanjin flowers, so she is qualified."

"Please let her be the princess of our Holy King, they are a natural pair!"

Xiahou Ninghan smiled and asked Li Jiangyao in a low voice: "Should I be a little behind?" Walking side by side with the Holy King of the Western Frontier, will he be scolded? ”

Li Jiangyao was amused by her: "No need! You see how welcoming you are. Don't forget, you are the destined Princess Xiahou, and you should be with me. ”

Xiahou Ninghan pursed his lips and smiled, and while waving to the people on the side of the road, he asked for a long time: "This lively scene, most of it is your idea, right?" ”

Li Jiangyao nodded and whispered, "When I came out of the mine, I was wondering if I should make good use of the legend of the Holy King." It just so happened that someone from the Intelligence Department was by his side, so I asked him to send his idea out, and asked Xie Tanzhi, Yudra, Situ Wushou, and the little prince of Kuliban to discuss it as appropriate. No, it's the whole famous scene. ”

Xiahou Ninghan bowed slightly: "I understand your intentions. Western Xinjiang has just been freed from the war, and the situation has not yet been completely stabilized, so if you want to recuperate in peace, you must first give the people a hope. In addition, in the future, the Zhenjiang army will definitely go east to fight a decisive battle with the Turks, and when that time comes, not only will the 350,000 troops leave, but more soldiers may have to be recruited. ”

"Those who know me, Ning Han also." Li Jiangyao said with a smile: "Don't say it's the protection of the capital, even if the emperor comes in person, the kings of the western frontier may not be willing to buy it." Only by starting with the local religion can we have the opportunity to grasp the hearts of the people and in turn suppress the princes of all walks of life. Besides, the Holy King of the Western Frontier is not self-appointed by me, but personally certified by the old village chief of Zili Wenbantimu Village, haha. ”

Xiahou Ninghan secretly praised Li Jiangyao for being resourceful. Indeed, as he said, since the countries of Western Xinjiang have the courage to rebel against Shengtang again and again, they don't care about opposing him more than once. However, once Li Jiangyao becomes the holy king in the minds of the people, as the chosen son of the god of flowers, and shoulders the mission of protecting Western Xinjiang, then whoever dares to stand up against him will be tantamount to opposing all the people of Western Xinjiang.

The price of this kind of rebellion and all-round enemy creation is something that no king of Western Xinjiang can bear.

"You're amazing!" Xiahou Ning Han's eyes were full of tenderness and sweetness, and he said with a smile: "Quietly, this important thing has been done, Ning Han admires." ”

Li Jiangyao was praised by his sweetheart and was extremely happy. He took hold of the reins, causing the horses to stop, and the whole team stopped at this.

When the people saw that the Holy King suddenly stopped, they knew that he had something to say, so they quieted down and looked at Li Jiangyao curiously.

Li Jiangyao calmly glanced around, and then used his internal force to send his voice far away: "The people of Western Xinjiang, I, Li Jiangyao, am talking to you!" ”

"Hooray!" "Long live the Holy King!"

Li Jiangyao raised his hand to stop the people's cries and continued: "God of Flowers! After six years of devastation in the war, we in western Xinjiang have once again united. For six years, the gate of the Promised Land has never been closed, which is enough to prove that the god of flowers still cares for his people, and looks forward to the revival of the western frontier! ”

The people burst into tears and chanted, "God of Flowers!" ”

Li Jiangyao continued: "I hereby declare that the Yanqi Kingdom honors the Holy King for meritorious service, and orders the people to be exempted from taxes for five years, and all the country's foreign debts and royal court expenses are fully responsible for the Zhenjiang Army!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the cheers were immediately deafening, and people threw their hats and scarves into the air, and many people knelt down directly, raised their hands above their heads, and prayed to the heavens, thanking the god of flowers and the holy king for their grace.

"I have one more thing to announce!" With Li Jiangyao's words, the enthusiastic crowd quieted down again. He pointed to Xiahou Ninghan beside him, and said loudly: "From today onwards, she, Xiahou Ninghan, is my princess!" ”

The people could not hide their excitement, and then shouted excitedly:

"Long live the Holy King! Long live the princess! ”

Dong Tianxing smiled so much that the wrinkles on his old face were piled together, and he bowed his hand at Xiahou Ninghan again and again: "Congratulations!" Congratulations, Princess Xiahou! ”

Wu Rong and the others also congratulated one after another, even Lian Ji, who also rode to the front and hummed: "Okay, I have no opinion on you doing the main house in the future." ”

The reaction of the Zhenjiang army was even more exaggerated. A white-robed lieutenant drew his sword at his waist and shouted violently, and the white-robed guards at the scene, the third army, the fifth army, and all the soldiers knelt on one knee in unison, shouting in unison: "See the princess!" ”

Xiahou Ninghan's face was flushed with shame, and while smiling at everyone, he complained softly to Li Jiangyao: "You bad guy, why don't you notify me in advance, it's really annoying!" ”

Li Jiangyao stepped forward to hold her hand and said with a happy smile: "Sooner or later, we will announce our affairs to the outside world, and if we talk about it now, we will also make everyone happy and happy together." You see the reaction of the people, they are blessing us from the bottom of their hearts. ”

Xiahou Ninghan held Li Jiangyao's hand tightly and nodded: "Yes, good things are often the most inspiring. At this moment, I feel that my heart is in touch with the hearts of the people of Western Xinjiang, and this feeling is really good. ”

At this time, King Yanqi led the princes and ministers to the front and knelt down on one knee together. The king said loudly: "See His Royal Highness the Holy King and His Royal Highness the Princess. On behalf of the people of Yanqi, I would like to thank the two highnesses for their grace, and may the god of flowers bless! ”

With that, he stood up, took out the scroll that had been prepared long ago, and announced to everyone on the scene in accordance with the pre-agreed process: "In accordance with the joint decree of the Holy See of the Flower God Sect, Prince Kuliban of the Shenhua Family, and the Zhenjiang Military Government, from now on, the Water Moon City of Yanqi Kingdom will be renamed the Holy King City, and an audience ceremony will be held, and His Royal Highness the Holy King of Western Xinjiang will accept the worship of all countries here!" ”

Amid the cheers of the people, Li Jiangyao and Xiahou Ninghan walked side by side and led the team towards the Holy King City.

In the following month, kings, religious leaders, nobles and celebrities from various countries in Western Xinjiang came to the Holy King City one after another, and in accordance with the protocols of the Holy See, they met Li Jiangyao and Xiahou Ninghan.

Xiahou Ninghan has cultivated innate qi since he was a child, his martial arts are strong, and his body is already very capable of boiling, but even so, he was dizzy from being tired by the audience ceremony. She felt that one person was not so tired of being a princess when she fought a hundred masters.

Facing the precious gifts piled up like a hill in the palace, Xiahou Ninghan sighed and took out a small notebook, Li Jiangyao collapsed on the bed, looking at her curiously: "Ninghan, aren't you tired?" ”

Xiahou Ninghan shook his head seriously: "Tired." But I've got to be a good family. Oh yes, Jiang Yao, this audience ceremony is not a wedding ceremony, right? You still owe me a wedding. ”