However, the army of 200 people has the momentum of overwhelming mountains and seas, swallowing mountains and rivers, that terrible evil spirit, I don't know how many wars and killings have been experienced, a pair of eyes are like knives, and people who scrape hurt. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Their battle armor was different from the usual, one by one like dragon scales, shining with golden light, covered with sword marks, and there was a monstrous killing aura stirring.

The Dragon Guard, the forbidden army of the forbidden army, directly belonged to the emperor and was synonymous with terror and horror.

They have only one purpose inherited from generation to generation, that is, to guard the royal family, it is said that the establishment has never exceeded five hundred, and this time two hundred came directly, so it can be seen that the identity of the person who came is definitely not low.

The two hundred dragon armor guards stood on both sides, not saying a word, their movements were uniform, and their incomparably solemn momentum was so overwhelming that people were almost out of breath.

After a while, Ye Qingguan saw several figures slowly coming from the mountain path, and the middle person was wearing a bright yellow four-clawed python robe and a golden crown, which was inlaid with eight bright pearls, reflecting bright light.

"Prince Bazhu?!" Ye Qingguan's pupils shrank slightly, he didn't expect the status of the person who came to be so high.

The emperor is the ninety-five, so under him, the highest-ranking prince can only wear the eight-bead gold crown, but after so many years, let alone the eight-bead golden crown, the six-bead and seven-bead golden crown can be regarded as the most noble honor, but at this time, there is an eight-bead prince, how can it not be surprising?

Ye Qingguan's eyes swept over, and he found that the eyes of the head of the house were a little more solemn, and he obviously realized the seriousness of the matter.

After a while, those people came closer, and Ye Qingguan saw it more clearly.

Prince Bazhu is about fifty years old, and he comes in a hurry, although his eyes are peaceful, but there is a compelling momentum between his eyebrows, which is the majesty of the superior, just standing there, it gives people a feeling that they need to look up.

To the left of the prince is an extremely beautiful man, with a pair of narrow eyes, a thin lip, and facial features that seem to be drawn according to proportions, delicate and flawless, and even better than Ye Qingguan.

He was wearing an ordinary white dress, his hair was also tied up with a white belt, and the whole person had a kind of coldness that rejected people thousands of miles away, unlike the woman Ye Qingguan saw when he broke through the pass in Changbai Mountain, the coldness of the person in front of him was emanating from his bones, more precisely, ruthless, ruthless, and indifferent!

Ye Qingguan's gaze fell on a sword behind him, and he found that the ancient sword behind his back also had a fluctuation, with battle intent, excitement, and a trace of fear!

This made him feel shocked, his sword ranked fourth in the Sword Pavilion, the sword had not been unsheathed for twenty years, and the sword qi had been cultivated to an extremely terrifying level, once it was unsheathed, it was definitely a spectacular scene that broke the earth.

But now, there was a trace of fear in it, which made Ye Qingguan puzzled.

What kind of sword is that, even the fourth famous sword of the Sword Pavilion shows fear?

Ye Qingguan glanced at him and then withdrew his gaze, because the person was too cold, just looking at it made him feel a slight chill in his heart.

To the right of the prince is an extremely pretty girl, wearing a pale pink dress, with a pair of eyes as bright as stars, turning bonely, flashing a hint of cunning from time to time, playful and cute.

In the end, Ye Qingguan's gaze fell on the person behind the three of them.

The man was wearing an official brocade robe, embroidered with a picture of a flying fish and bear, a gold and silver belt around his waist, a pair of tiger-headed gold boots on his feet, standing upright, holding a long sword, his face was like a knife, sharp and hard, and the whole person was sharp, like a sharp sword out of the sheath.

Looking at this person, Ye Qingguan felt a trace of familiarity from his body, as if he had seen it somewhere.

"Huh?" Suddenly, Ye Qingguan seemed to notice something, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and his eyes became deep.

At this time, the head of the house also spoke, and saluted the prince in front of him: "The head of the Sage Mansion, Wei Yi, and the disciples of Confucianism, have seen King Jing'an!"

"I've seen King Jing'an!" A group of disciples behind him, including Ye Qingguan, also saluted King Jing'an.

Yes, this person is the King of Jing'an, the elder brother of today's son, and the only Prince of Bazhu in the court, whose fief is the fourteen provinces of Jing'an on the coast, and he has a great power and an extremely respectable status!

"Mr. Wei Yi is a master of Confucianism, educating the people, and blessing the common people, no more than sticking to these false etiquette. King Jing'an spoke, his voice was a little hoarse, magnetic, extremely good-sounding, and he was holding up in the air and signaling Wei Yi to get up.

"Thank you, Lord Wang!" Wei Yi thanked before standing up straight.

From this point of view, although the sage house has a transcendent status, under such a feudal system, it still has to condescend to the imperial power.

"I heard that the Sage Mansion was opened, and the Sage wanted to come to congratulate him in person, but recently there has been a change in the Northern Plains Wolf Clan, so I can't get out, so I specially asked me to come and say goodbye. King Jing'an spoke again, always with a warm smile on his face, looking approachable.

"Thank you to the Holy Longen, Wei Yi is ashamed. "Wei Yi is humble and courteous.

King Jing'an looked around for a week, and suddenly said, "Why didn't you see Mr. Meng Wei and Mr. Yan Bai?"

Wei Yi said respectfully: "Uncle Shi, his old man is old, and he has long stopped asking about the world, and those of us who are disciples can't force him. As for the second junior brother, he realized that something was wrong, and now he is demented, and he is afraid of disturbing the prince. ”

When King Jing'an heard this, a trace of disbelief appeared on his face, and then he sighed: "Mr. Yan Bai is also a well-known Confucian scholar today, how could he realize that something is wrong, the world is unpredictable!"

As he spoke, he looked at the silent man behind him and said, "Later, you will send a few elixirs I prepared to Mr. Yan Bai." ”

"Yes!" the man said, and then stopped asking.

"Lord Wang, please!" Wei Yi thanked King Jing'an, then turned sideways to get out of the way, and all the disciples also stood on both sides, and in front of such an imperial magnate, the atmosphere did not dare to take a breath.

"Ceremony!" Yan Yu stood aside and suddenly shouted loudly.

The disciples in eight rows and eight rows on the steps held peacock feathers in their hands, danced when they heard the sound, and performed the highest Confucian rituals, with solemn expressions, solemn and sacred.

King Jing'an took one hand in front of him and the other behind his back, stepping on the steps step by step, followed by a beautiful man in white, and the girl in the pink skirt was a little lively and active, looking left and right, full of curiosity about everything.

What made Ye Qingguan jealous the most was the man who was as silent as a mountain, the familiar official robe and brocade robe, he seemed to have heard Uncle Thirteen mention it.

A group of people walked into the Sage House, and I don't know when, one by one the guards wearing flying fish and bear costumes have come here, five steps and one pawn, ten steps and one post, like a big net, covering the entire Sage House.

King Jing'an strolled through the corridors, and it seemed that it was the first time he had come to the Sage Mansion, and he was amazed by the scenery here, as was the lively and active girl, who was amazed all the way, and stars were shining in her bright big eyes.

After a while, King Jing'an suddenly said: "I have heard the name of the sage stele forest for a long time, it is said that there are countless sage inscriptions in it, this king has been longing for a long time, I don't know if I can have the honor to see it today?"

Wei Yi made a gesture of please: "Lord Wang, please." ”

Jin Bodhisattva muttered beside him: "It's really hypocritical, it's all said like this, can the head still refuse?"

Ye Qingguan's face changed when he heard this, and he pulled her sleeve.

But it was too late, the beautiful man in white, and the man who stood meticulously turned around at the same time and looked over here, one indifferent, the other like a knife!