Chang'an City, Weiyang Palace.

The court has become a pot of porridge.

"Xuan, the envoy of the Governor's Mansion of the Eight Rivers Metropolitan ——!" The Qing family roared at the top of their throats, three times in a row, and the sound echoed in the empty area for a long time.

With the leadership of the guards and eunuchs, the middle-aged scribe who was transformed by Prime Minister Gui Cheng climbed the steps step by step.

This Weiyang Palace is composed of three buildings before and after, with two large squares in between. The Jinluan Treasure Hall, where the emperor received his envoys, was in the last row.

It's been a long way. Prime Minister Kametsu squinted his eyes and carefully surveyed the surrounding scenery.

The ground paved with blue bricks was extremely smooth, and the whole square was so quiet that only the sound of the wind blowing the flags was left, and along the central axis of the square were neatly arranged countless soldiers armed with halberds.

Along the way, outside the vermilion palace wall, there are towering pavilions standing on the left and right, and the pennant on it is really eye-opening.

After stepping through the second gate, Prime Minister Kametsu quickly arrived in front of the main hall.

"Your Excellency, please wait." The guard arched his hand towards Prime Minister Gui Cheng, signaling him to wait here for a while, and then he would enter the palace first.

After a while, the guard walked out of the door with broken steps, bowed, and said, "Messenger, please." ”

Prime Minister Gui shook his robe, held his head high, and strode into the main hall.

When his figure appeared, the noisy hall fell silent again, and countless pairs of eyes of civil and military officials cast their eyes on.

Even, several military attachés in the court took a step forward, and there was a faint hostility in their eyes when they looked at him.

For this kind of hostility, Prime Minister Gui only regarded it as not seeing, out of sight and out of mind.

Walking step by step through the white marble paved aisle in the middle, Prime Minister Gui's waist became more and more straight, he represented the Dragon King!

Prime Minister Gui raised his head high, arched his hand at the one on the dragon chair, and said, "Minister, although the Prime Minister of Jinghe Dragon Palace is long, see His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Kingdom." ”

King Tang sat high on the dragon chair, looked at the turtle coldly, and said nothing.

At this time, I heard a civil official in a scarlet robe in the hall, glaring at Gui Zhishou angrily, and scolding: "Bold and demonic! When I saw Your Majesty, I dared not kneel! ”

Suddenly.

The ministers in the main hall took half a step forward and glared at him angrily.

Feeling the face of countless eyes focused on the between, Gu Zhishou let go of his fist hand, stretched his voice, and said coldly: "Your Majesty is the emperor of the world, my dragon king is the overlord of the water, and he should be on the same level as His Majesty, the minister is the envoy of the Dragon King of Jinghe, and he represents the dragon king of my family, how dare you ask my dragon king to kneel?" ”

After that, the turtle raised his head and looked around at the ministers.

When he said this, the corners of the eyes of all the civil and military officers couldn't help twitching.

The scarlet-robed official blushed even more with a sigh of relief, and opened his mouth but didn't make a sound after all.

At this moment, King Tang on the dragon chair slowly raised his arm.

For a while, everyone was nervous, the civil officials retreated, and the military attachés rolled up their sleeves, waiting for His Majesty the Emperor to open his mouth and take down this bold demon.

Although the turtle held his neck high, cold sweat was already covering his forehead.

"It doesn't matter."

A low, but emotionless voice came to his ears, and the turtle couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart.

Quietly glancing at the person on the dragon chair, Gu Zhishou hurriedly shifted his gaze again, and hurriedly spoke: "Your Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Kingdom." ”

"Guiqing, if you have something to say, just say it."

The man in the dragon chair didn't seem to be interested, and there seemed to be a hint of tiredness in his voice.

Although the turtle was stunned, he still reacted quickly, and immediately bowed his hand to the dragon chair, and said lightly: "My dragon king has lost his beloved son, and I am afraid that the rain will have to be postponed for a moment or two, I heard that the evil head is still at large, and my dragon king means that his majesty the emperor of the Tang Kingdom will arrest the murderer and hand it over to my dragon palace for disposal, and at that time, after my king pays tribute to his beloved son, he can only pull out the rain to rain..."

After that, Gui Zhishou made another gesture towards the dragon chair, and waited for a reply without saying a word.

Tang Wang's face did not show the slightest emotional fluctuation, and he squinted his eyes, which made Gu Zhishou extremely worried in his heart.

A group of civil and military ministers looked coldly at the Jinluan Palace, and the scribes in strange costumes talked eloquently.

Seeing that the person on the high dragon chair did not move, Gu Zhishou stubbornly continued: "Your Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Kingdom, the meaning of the Dragon King of my family has been brought, as for whether it is allowed or not, I also ask the Emperor of the Tang Kingdom to give an accurate response." ”

Sitting on the dragon chair, a middle-aged man wearing a bright yellow dragon robe has an ancient complexion, like a clay sculpture, not like a living person, but like a statue of a god enshrined in a temple.

"Bold and wicked! I think you're tired of being crooked! ”

Wei Chi Gong, who was dressed in bright armor, took a step forward, pointed at the scribe, and snorted.

Although the turtle frowned slightly, he had to clear his throat, and said aloud to Wei Chi Gong: "This general, although the turtle is a demon clan, it is true that the turtle represents the dragon king, I am afraid that you will be rude to be such a demon?" ”

Without waiting for Wei Chi Gong to speak, in Wenchen's row, a green-robed official squeezed out of the line, pointed at Gui Zhishou and scolded: "It's really unashamed, you dare to speak up and be polite when you wait for the wet eggs?" A group of beasts turned into human form, can they really treat themselves as human beings?

As soon as these words came out, all the civil and military officers covered their mouths and forced themselves to laugh, and even some of the bold ones accidentally laughed.

Looking coldly at the cruel gaze of the hundred officials, although the turtle couldn't help it no matter how good his cultivation was, he slowly squinted his eyes, clenched his fists, and his voice was cold: "Do you know, what will happen if your words reach the ears of the Dragon King?" ”

For a while, everyone in the hall accepted their expressions.

"You really don't understand?" Turtle Zhishou twisted his neck, his voice became high, and he said loudly: "Now you are mortals, and you have a request for my family's dragon king!" How dare you, mortals, despise my king? When my king is angry, will you bear it? ”

With this drink, the ministers slowly looked sideways, and for a while the hall fell into an eerie silence.

Until, Wei Zheng, a middle-aged man wearing a purple robe official uniform, a gold and jade belt around his waist, a resolute face, and sharp edges and corners, walked out of the civil official ranks.

Slowly walked up to Gui Zhishou, smiled faintly, and asked lazily, "Does your dragon king dare to come to Chang'an?" ”

"You... Wei Zheng, what are you going to do? Turtle said hesitantly, slowly retreating.

"The old man asked you, does your dragon king dare to come to Chang'an?" Wei Zheng pressed forward step by step and asked again.

"My Dragon King......" Gui Zhishou's eyes widened in horror, and he stepped back step by step: "My Dragon King, he ...... Wei Zheng, what do you want to do. ”

"Let him come!" Wei Zheng suddenly shouted.

"Let him come—!" The civil and military officials in the main hall all stepped forward, their eyes widened one by one, and they roared.

The sound was like thunder, and the entire hall trembled slightly.

Kamekoshou's legs are weak.

I didn't know what to do for a while, and the cold sweat on my forehead was like a waterfall.