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Chapter 397 Seeing the Holy Cliff Again
Daxia founded the country based on ethics.The status of the Ministry of Rites is second only to the Ministry of Personnel, and even exceeds that of the Ministry of Households after being split.

Li Shaolin has been in charge of the Ministry of Household Affairs for more than ten years, and has also served as a counselor in the Political Affairs Hall. He has participated in countless ceremonial ceremonies, and none of them has exceeded the standards of this one.Likewise, no ritual runs so unexpectedly.

They were on every possible precaution, but they failed to calculate that the protagonist of the ceremony would actually fly out of the sedan in front of countless spectators, and then jump over the human wall, over the fence, and into the crowd, as if running towards a better life. The appearance of rescuing the poor and suffering third world people.

The sedan chair that lost the protagonist is still moving forward, but the cavalry behind is a little at a loss—most of them are composed of handsome young noble boys with prominent wealth. In a panic, some people stopped, and some continued to move forward. The blind horses bumped into each other and neighed, and the crowd in front of them also became confused.

Decades of good reputation was ruined, which is much more serious than the loss of a personal relationship. Li Shaolin's eyes darkened, and he fell to the ground without hesitation. A young censor next to him saw that the situation was wrong, and "whoosh" He made a sliding shovel motion and lay under Li Shaolin, saving the life of a high-ranking imperial official.Judging from this action alone, the censors, who are models of scholars, are indeed both internal and external. Even if they do not rely on the fame of the imperial examinations, it is easy to play football and sell themselves to earn a living.

Master Shang Shu who presided over the ceremony passed out, and the surrounding officials were in a panic again.A servant stood up reluctantly and took over the command.

Being a substitute at this time is like a broiler working in KFC, it is extremely dangerous.

Master Cheng Yun'an stood on the viewing platform, looked at the chaotic place below, and said with a hesitant expression: "This kid..."

His voice was very low.Because the protagonist of the ceremony was his son, he was very upset that he could not be a member of the organizer.Of course, it's just superficial displeasure.

Cheng's mother in a dress is different. She always smiles and looks at her son with pride, even if Cheng Jinzhou jumps out of the sedan chair and rushes towards his fiancée with tears in his eyes regardless of his image, it is no exception. .

From her point of view, the so-called national ceremony does not seem to be much different from ancestor worship within the clan. Although it is important, it is far less important than the son itself.

Moreover, since Cheng Jinzhou can act recklessly in the state ceremony, he naturally has the qualifications to act recklessly - Cheng's mother's idea is not very correct, but it is correct enough.

A few steps away from Liu Qingshuang, Cheng Jinzhou descended from the sky.

Out of natural fear of the superior, the Liu family standing beside him moved away one after another, and even the old man of the Liu family who was sitting in front stepped back without saying a word.He remains an important part of Imperial power, representing the interests of at least a quarter of the Imperial interests.But Cheng Jinzhou's strength has already faintly surpassed the scope of Great Xia - if he becomes a fourth-level star warlock, then he will inevitably surpass the entire empire, or even surpass the empire, just like Jiang Huang and others, no longer Afraid of the fetters of power.

If it was not in front of countless people, Liu Qingshuang must have cried like a tearful person, and now, a large tear has been guided by gravity, hanging on her long eyelashes.

Under the watchful eyes of countless nobles, officials, and selected representatives of the masses, Cheng Jinzhou opened his arms and hugged Liu Qingshuang into his arms.

The satin on her chest was immediately wet.

After a long time, the tired lips of the band below became stiff and their hands straightened before Cheng Jinzhou returned to the 24 sedan chairs with Liu Qingshuang trembling slightly.

ceremony.proceed as usual.

The well-trained court elites pretended to be nonchalant and continued to look up happily, as if they had no idea what was going on.

Only Li Shaolin, who was furious, and His Majesty the emperor, who was full of grievances, had nowhere to release them.They are like two broilers who have lost their wallets in KFC, afraid of being discovered, but unable to express their pain.

The sedan chair started steadily, and the joint efforts of the 24 strong men were like the giant tortoise lifting Shenzhou, silent but powerful, silent and unshakable.

Liu Qingshuang, who was crying just now, lay on Cheng Jinzhou's chest in embarrassment, without saying a word, her whole face was hot.

Xiao Cheng smiled and said nothing, grabbed her hand, and sat in the sedan chair with peace of mind.

The ceremony was lengthy and orderly.

Everything was perfect except for a little flaw in the middle - many years later, when people talk about this ceremony, they may only remember that flaw.

After thinking of this, Emperor Lizong's face became even more serious, and his fingers were tightly clasped on the armrest of the dragon chair.

"Cancel the circumambulation ceremony." Due to the delay, Li Shaolin looked at the sky and made up his mind.

His legs were still a little weak, but his face was flushed, I don't know if it was because of anger, or a sign of returning to the light.

The servant who had been a scapegoat for an hour woke up like a dream, and hurriedly said, "Do you want to meet the Holy One?"

He is definitely lucky to have escaped.If Li Shaolin fails to wake up after a fall, he will definitely spend his future in a "bad" career.

Li Shaolin let out an "um" in his nose, panting for breath.

The servant minister didn't dare to ask any more questions, and waved the small flag in his hand.

The sedan slightly turned its direction and entered the palace.

The last and most important step is to meet His Majesty the Emperor.According to the normal procedure, the general who won the victory and returned to the court would kneel in front of the throne, and present the flag symbolizing victory and the token representing the land.

This is a nasty step for both parties.

Good thing it only happened inside the palace.

Cheng Jinzhou stood there, offering the Northern Han King Banner with both hands, while His Majesty the Emperor sat there, reaching out to take it over.

A compromise that made both parties unhappy.It was a very unnecessary and realistic move, like most political compromises.

The ministers were like puppets made of clay, rag dolls made of metal, and stone sculptures carved from diamonds. They did not move their eyelids, as if they did not see the handover process between the two parties at all.

After 2 difficult minutes, Li Shaolin stood up tremblingly, and shouted in a trembling voice, almost cheering: "The ceremony is over."

For an old man who is over sixty years old and has just passed out and nearly had a stroke, preparing a national gift for Mr. Star Warlock is really shocking.

In the era when there was no nitroglycerin to save lives, this was a desperate effort.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Cheng Jinzhou cupped his hands leisurely.

"The Star Warlock is invincible and is the pillar of the country's economy." Those who are emperors are all movie kings.

Both sides laughed loudly, as if they were kidnappers and hostages watching a comedy together.

The chief eunuch in the palace counted the laughter, and when everyone had laughed nine times, he bowed and said, "Your Majesty, Mr. Cheng, the Qiongyu Banquet is ready."

"Master Cheng, please." His Majesty the Emperor stretched out his hand to hold Cheng Jinzhou.

"Please, Your Majesty." Cheng Jinzhou let the other party hold his arm.

The two walked slowly, walking the international runway in the style of country models.

Appreciating the gestures of the two were all a group of bad old men over half a century old, and occasionally there were two or three young Hanlin and Yushi, as rare as men in a fashion show.

The so-called Qiongyu banquet is actually an ornamental feast.

Starting from the first dish, only one of every five dishes can move the chopsticks, and the rest can only be watched, not eaten.

Of course, the number of dishes is absolutely sufficient. Even if you only eat one bite of each dish, 160 eight dishes will make you full.Cheng Jinzhou was used to the luxury of the nobles, so he didn't express much. He only tasted it occasionally and felt at ease.

This is especially true for His Majesty the emperor. It is said that the emperor uses 108 dishes for each meal, and [-] of them are used for display. In order to show his diligence and integrity, Emperor Lizong made several important actions , including: changing eighty dishes every three days to every five days.

For this alone, he saved more than a hundred taels of silver for Da Xia every month, and the ministers praised him endlessly.

The people who can sit at the banquet can be called elites of the empire. When Cheng Jinzhou was bored, he looked over from the beginning to the end. There were 20-year-old young princes, 30-year-old young Hanlin, 40-year-old young patriarchs, and 50-year-old young princes. There are 60-year-old young ministers participating in politics, and 70-year-old young star warlocks. A group of young people use rigorous language to set off a cheerful atmosphere, representing the prosperous development prospects of the entire country.

Among the group of people, two plainly dressed gentlemen caught Cheng Jinzhou's attention.

To say they are simple only means that the complexity of their clothes has not reached the level that I can't wear them, but the quality and workmanship of the silk and satin are not inferior at all.

Despite this, looking at the others wearing clothes with more wrinkles than their faces, the two calm middle-aged men seemed a bit unique.

Cheng Jinzhou watched for a long time, but couldn't tell their identities.It is too young to say that they are officials; it is too simple to say that they are nobles; it is too much to say that they are royal relatives.

The two of them sat at the banquet, like two dogs squatting among wolves, or two lions squatting among Tibetan mastiffs.

Dr. Cheng Da looked at each other with sophisticated and doubtful eyes, and the two looked over in response.

The eyes of the two sides were more than ten meters apart, and no sparks were produced when they collided in the air.

"Master Cheng." The two Tibetan mastiffs bowed their hands without the slightest timidity.

"Aren't you two from Daxia?" Cheng Jinzhou also said very unrulyly.

Li Shaolin Shangshu's eyes went dark, and he slipped down from the table again.

This is the Qiongyu Banquet, everyone can say what kind of words are stipulated.When the banquet is over, the secretary in charge will sort it out, print it out, and distribute it all over the world.

Among the linguistic structure and content of these regulations, there is not one sentence that is so interrogative.Li Shaolin was not qualified to stop Cheng Jinzhou, so he was not in the mood to stop his heart from beating abnormally.

It's okay to faint, it's over.

The leader of the Tibetan mastiff glanced at the palace rescue team, nodded with a smile, and said, "Master Cheng has good eyesight. We are coming from Shengya, just in time for the grand ceremony, so we are here to congratulate you."

The word "Holy Cliff" rang in Cheng Jinzhou's mind, and no other words could be heard for a while.

His Majesty Li Zong may only know the name of Shengya, but Cheng Jinzhou knows that even the two Shengya practitioners, Phil and Andrew, are fourth-level star warlocks. God knows what level the gentlemen of Shengya are.

Within ten paces is an enemy country, and Napoleon couldn't defeat a puma.Cheng Jinzhou suddenly regretted why he didn't invite Jiang Huang to the banquet.

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Beyond the number of words: Bird's male rise!Don't forget to update......

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