As the Chu River pressed the Suzaku King to the title of 'Emperor', his name also spread throughout Kyoto. （）

Although he still lives in the Chengming Mansion, there is an endless stream of Kyoto nobles who come to the Chengming Mansion every day and take the opportunity to meet the Chu River.

There are also many aristocrats who come directly with their daughters and even women.

It's called a visit, but it's actually borrowed·· kind of idea.

Their own daughter or woman is pregnant with the heir of a Tang Dynasty official, in the eyes of the Japanese nobles of this era, it may not be a shame, they are happy to have such a 'strong' bloodline to join, to make their own family bloodline, more 'noble'.

The decay, erosion, and deformity of the upper-class aristocracy of the island country slowly unfolded in front of Chu He's eyes in various ways.

Even Cheng Ming doesn't seem to be exempt from vulgarity. And he was very generous and very hospitable.

When Chu He was taking a bath, he was enjoying the gentle finger massage of the maid, and he didn't deliberately pay attention to anything.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Cheng Ming, the lady of the main room who was originally noble and had an extraordinary appearance.

Dressed in a white bathrobe, she clings to her petite and delicate figure in the mist, with a crimson shyness on her face, but her eyes are full of seductive charm.

Of course, Chu He refused with righteous words, and under the tearful gaze of this noble woman, he reluctantly enjoyed his friend's hospitality.

Finally, he locked the key tightly and politely sprinkled some water. Maybe it can also make well-meaning friends happy for a few more days.

After a period of understanding, almost all the upper-class nobles of the island country knew that Chu He didn't like their exaggerated female makeup, and appreciated natural beauty more, or light makeup.

Therefore, the things that make Chu He unappetizing rarely happen again.

In this kind of pompous daily life that almost all men envy.

Chu He didn't really indulge in it.

Through 'socializing', Chu He has probed his tentacles into all corners of Kyoto, and truly has some power that can be used.

The fulcrum of the lever was found.

Now Chu He is instigating and mobilizing the Suzaku King to borrow the three major artifacts from the three major shrines to worship the gods, begging for good weather and rain, and to redeem the people's hearts that are crumbling day by day.

Since the loss of the title of 'Emperor', the life of the Suzaku King has become more difficult than one day at a time.

Fujiwara Tadahei's ambitions also began to gradually ceasing to be hidden, and many rumors unfavorable to the royal family went out from Fujiwara Tadahei.

Kyoto, which is calm on the surface, is actually turbulent.

The thousand-year-old rule of the royal family has made them as deeply rooted in the hearts of the people as faith.

Out of ambition and lust for power, the nobles would agree to collude into a power bloc to usurp the power of the royal family for their own satisfaction. But when Fujiwara Tadahei asked them to go with them to oppose the royal family and rebuild a new royal family, these nobles who were originally with Fujiwara Tadahi began to have their own ghosts and were unwilling to go along.

If it weren't for Chu He's actions, which shook the authority of the royal family for thousands of years, I was afraid that soon after Fujiwara Tadahei put forward this idea, the Fujiwara family would be strangled by the nobles.

It seems that it is not lively enough, when the upper nobles are in an uproar.

A low cart pulled by a slave slowly entered Kyoto.

Sitting on the low car was the young Onmyoji, Ampere Qingming.

He was invited by Fujiwara Tadhei to be hired as an onmyoji enshrined by the Fujiwara family, and finally arrived in Kyoto after a long journey.

And at the same time that Ampei Qingming entered the city, he had been entrenched in Kyoto, and even the recent turmoil had not affected their other huge Onmyoji force, but it had already been mobilized in secret.

Under the gloomy human bone tower, a middle-aged onmyoji dressed in a black onmyoji suit, with a bone string around his neck, and playing with the head of a beautiful girl in his hands, suddenly pressed his fingers to pinch and explode the beautiful, sluggish, gray eyes, and the head of a girl with residual horror.

Plasma and brain plasma mixed together and spilled all over the ground.

And this onmyoji didn't feel disgusted at all, but used his fingers to hook up some plasma and reconcile it with the brain plasma, and then sketched the last blank space on the picture scroll in front of him, drawing delicate flowers one after another.

Then this painting scroll, for a moment as if it came to life, the beauty holding the flower in the painting, seemed to shake her brows, and then looked at the onmyoji with vicious eyes, and then in the painting, kneeling down as if in submission, kneeling down, and even took off her body, which could only be regarded as a half-draped shirt.

The snow-white body, even with a little gray color, is folded in the scroll, and the thorns of the flower vines seem to unconsciously whip the beautiful body.

Perfect arcs, twisted into evil shapes.

But the Onmyoji had no regret, rolled up the picture, and then summoned a crow and stuffed it directly into the crow's mouth.

"Go, go, give it to the young Onmyoji. Let me see what is so special about my old opponent, the disciple who has been specially trained to deal with me. ”

The crow glanced at Onmyoji, then flapped its wings and glided across the somewhat gray sky towards Heiankyo below.

The young man who had just walked into Fujiwara Mansion and was still looking around, with a faint smile on his face and a fox-like expression, suddenly felt a palpitation, as if something was about to happen.

"Are you Ampei Qingming?" A voice suddenly woke up Ampei Qingming, and the inexplicable gloom that was originally entangled in his heart was all broken in this sound. It's like a sweet spring suddenly flowing into an ancient well that was originally silent.

Looking up, Amperet Qingming saw a tall man.

The clothes he was wearing were different from others, not so cumbersome, but they were extraordinarily generous and free, and the whole person seemed to have a temperament that was different from anyone he had ever seen.

"I'm Ampei Qingming!Are you?" Ampei Qingming hurriedly bowed his head and saluted, already guessing the identity of the person who came.

"You can call me Chu He! I'm a Tang person!" Chu He said.

Ampei Qingming said in her heart, sure enough.

There was a Tang man in Heianjing, and something very big happened, and it was impossible for Ampei Qingming not to know.

Chu He looked at An Pei Qingming.

This future Great Yin Yang Grandmaster looks very immature at the moment, although he was born with some disappearance, but in Chu He's opinion, it is not very surprising.

Even if he opened the eye of heaven, he could only see that on Amperi Qingming's body, the six layers were still quite powerful, exuding a different fluctuating aura. That should be the mark left on him by the Shikigami he subdued.

Chu He didn't notice anything extraordinary, let alone know which side An Pei Qingming was.

The two of them were opposite, just looking at each other, and there was no more communication. An Pei Qingming wondered in his heart why a big man like Chu He knew about him and deliberately approached him.

A crow flew over his head and spat out a scroll that landed directly at Ampere's feet.

Confusing fluctuations came out of that scroll.

A moment of confusion flashed in Ampere's eyes, and then he bowed down and was about to pick up the scroll on the ground.