In the blink of an eye, a few days passed in a hurry.

This early in the morning, Luoyang City ushered in the most celebrated day in the past ten years, and today is the day of His Royal Highness the Prince's crown.

Naturally, the ordinary people in Luoyang City could not see the heroic appearance of His Royal Highness the Prince, so they could only decorate it a little in front of their own door, which was also their own big day.

Inside the Dragon Gate of Luoyang City, six thousand tigers were neatly lined up in the school field outside the palace.

This includes 3,000 Luoyang Shenwei, as well as 1,000 people each from the Longmen Battalion, the Jingu Battalion, and the Luoshui Battalion. Among them, 3,000 Luoyang Shenwei are all cavalry, and they are also the only cavalry in the entire Luoyang City.

The remaining three battalions only screened a thousand elites to participate in today's prince and crown.

At the forefront of the school arena martial arts stage are the three commanders of the third battalion in Luoyang.

On the martial arts stage, there were already two people waiting here for a long time, and one of them was the great master of kendo Liu Binbin. And one person looks very similar to Liu Guest, but he has never worn a sword, and he seems to be much weaker, presumably this is Liu Busheng, the great scribe of Luoyang Palace.

This name sounds strange, what is not winning? Naturally, he has never won in chess, as for Wen Taowuluo, it may be in the world today, except for Du Shusheng, who used to be in the imperial capital, is even better, and now in this world, I am afraid that no one can cross one end, and there are so many comparable to it.

His Royal Highness Zhou Ziheng was accompanied by a straight old general with a straight waist, the old general was very short and extremely ugly, mainly a scar that passed through his left eye from his forehead and went directly to the root behind his ear.

So, the old general had only one eye to see. His waist was straight, and he walked extremely fast, from appearing to boarding the stage, it only took a few breaths.

Zhou Ziheng's outfit today is finally not as luxurious as he looks on weekdays, just wearing a black shirt and wearing his own sword around his waist.

The only strange thing is that today his hair is tied in a high bun, and he is holding a wooden plate with a very high mahogany hair crown on the plate.

When the old general stood on the stage of the martial arts, the six thousand tigers knelt on one knee under the leadership of the three major commanders.

"Greetings to the prince!"

The strong voice resounded throughout the Dragon Gate, and even spread to the streets and alleys of Luoyang City.

This old general turned out to be the king of Luoyang. He didn't wear the python robe that symbolized his status, but just wore the armor that he used to gallop on the battlefield with his brothers when he was young.

So his armor is very old-fashioned, including the saber on his waist, which is an old-fashioned Tang horizontal knife.

With a wave of the Luoyang King's arm, the neat voice sounded in the school field again, it was six thousand tigers who got up, and three thousand divine guards got on their horses and raised their spears.

"Today is my son's crowning ceremony, which is not a big day, but I called you, and you should understand what I mean. King Luoyang's gaze drifted over the soldiers in the front row.

Every armorer who had been bathed in his gaze had his back straightened.

"Commander Wei, tell me about it. The king of Luoyang set his eyes on one of the three major capitals.

This Dadu surnamed Wei stepped forward cleanly, and clasped his fists with both hands: "Returning to the prince, I can't say it." ”

"Why? Do you have any objections?" King Luoyang held the hilt of the horizontal knife at his waist with one hand, and pointed at the Wei Commander with the other.

After the words of the king of Luoyang, the capital surnamed Wei was already soaked in cold sweat behind him, and the corners of his eyes struggled slightly, and finally turned slightly and turned sideways in the direction of Zhou Ziheng: "Meet the general." ”

The other two Dadu generals were not as muddy as him, and before the eyes of the King of Luoyang swept over, they had already clenched their fists: "Meet the general." ”

This general is Zhou Ziheng, Zhou Ziheng was a little shocked by his father's decision at this time, and he naturally knew the weight of this general.

It's not the general who came to the imperial capital to reward him, but the general of the three thousand divine guards and the three battalions of armor soldiers in Luoyang City, the general of Luoyang City, and the general of the entire Henan Mansion.

Finally, the gaze of the king of Luoyang swept over the last armorer, and he looked at the armorer in the distance for a long time.

Suddenly, the king of Luoyang seemed to have just woken up from his dream, he turned around and picked up the mahogany hair crown on the wooden plate in Zhou Ziheng's hand.

The gaze of the king of Luoyang was very gentle, no longer as sharp as looking at those armor soldiers, and no one could understand why the king of Luoyang could have such a handsome son.

But Zhou Ziheng is indeed the only son of King Luoyang, the corners of his mouth and his eyes are carved out of the same mold as King Luoyang.

"Ziheng, that's all Dad can give you today, can you do it well?" said King Luoyang, the only remaining eye full of encouraging smiles.

"Me. ......" Zhou Ziheng held the hand of the wooden plate, trembling slightly, he wanted to refuse his father's decision, but the moment his eyes touched the king of Luoyang, he chose to withdraw the words that he wanted to export.

He has grown up, but his father is old. He remembered that in recent years, the back of the king of Luoyang has gradually stiffened, and even today, his back is still forcibly straight.

The shoulders of the king of Luoyang were very heavy, it was the whole Luoyang City, it was the entire Henan Mansion, and he thought that he should share some of it for his father.

The next moment, Zhou Ziheng chose to kneel on one knee, and his voice became firm as iron: "Father, don't worry, I can!"

"Okay!" King Luoyang stretched out his hand and put the mahogany hair crown on Zhou Ziheng's head.

In the entire school field, there was a buzz, and the six thousand tiger ben knelt on one knee again, this time without a sound, just quietly watching the king of Luoyang hand them over to the future king of Luoyang.

On the day of the prince and the crown, the king of Luoyang walked out of the school field alone, walked through the narrow streets and alleys, and walked back to the palace of the king of Luoyang.

On the day of the prince and the crown, His Royal Highness Zhou Ziheng was alone, and he beat down the three major commanders of the three battalions of Luoyang in the school field.

On the day of the prince and the crown, Zhou Ziheng was in charge of the Luoyang City Tiger Fu, three thousand Luoyang Divine Guards, and a total of 63,000 armor soldiers in the three battalions of Longmen, Jingu and Luoshui, and from then on, they all needed to obey orders with Zhou Ziheng, the son of Luoyang.

"My Zhou family should be happy!" The old king of Luoyang stood in the palace, ignoring the eyes of many family guards, raised his hands and raised his head and roared.

Fengyue Pavilion's business today is a little colder than usual, there are no artists in that room to pay attention to anymore, and the person in the house only shows up on time every day when it is time to eat, and after that, he will return to that room.

That person was Guo Xiaojiu, he was standing next to the window at this time, looking at the Luoyang Royal Mansion in the distance, as well as the school field on the side of the palace.

"Congratulations!" Guo Xiaojiu narrowed his eyes, then sighed slightly, his gaze shifted.

As his gaze shifted to the bamboo forest on the bank of the Naluoshui River, Guo Xiaojiu finally clenched his fists.

He took his saber and walked out of the Wind Moon Pavilion, humming a little song, patting the scabbard, and walking towards the bamboo forest.

Finally, he made up his mind to face the old man, whether it was successful or not, he had to do it to know if he didn't know it, right?