Dragon blood bodyguard of the beauty president

Chapter 2007 Zhumen wine and meat stink

The queen mother was persuaded by the prime minister's nephew, and issued an edict to ignore the affairs of the court, and asked people not to play performances for her and disturb her tranquility.

She hid in the harem for leisure, but only confessed to the prime minister's son, "As long as Jiutian City can be preserved, other places can be abandoned!"

Yao Chong bowed down and said yes.

So far, Nine Heavens City is completely under the control of the Nine Clans.

Whether it is military administration, finance, or civil affairs, all resource policies are poured on the Nine Clans.

For a time, tens of thousands of restaurants in the city were divided up by the nine tribes.

Millions of acres of land were seized by the Nine Clans.

All the land and property of the non-nine clans have to be heavily taxed to fill the treasury and resist monsters.

In the past, some people felt that it had nothing to do with them, so they didn't have to fight against them.

Now it's all over, and no one can escape.

The people in the city complained everywhere, but the court turned a deaf ear.

The Eighth Prince even held a Mid-Autumn Festival Moon Appreciation Conference, inviting geniuses from all walks of life, elites from all schools, holy sons and saintesses from all schools to come and enjoy the flowers and the moon.

He is like a nouveau riche now, he is afraid that others will not know the current Jiutian City, he has the final say.

For a time, there were a cloud of callers.

There is no way, if you want to stay in Jiutian City, you have to give others face.

The eighth prince's residence was decorated with lanterns and festoons.

All kinds of delicacies and wines are filled with a large garden.

Tens of thousands of young and talented people came to the door, and there was a long line of carriages and horses at the door.

After night fell, there were still people outside the door who did not come in.

The status of the Genius of the Nine Clans has obviously risen this time, sitting in the place closest to the Eighth Prince.

Their cultivation bases have broken through one level, and all of them have reached the peak state of transforming gods.

Almost three months have passed since Xianwang Mountain, everyone is making progress, and no one is falling behind.

The saint of Yaochi was replaced by Wang Xiaoya and represented by Ye Qingcheng, and the saint of Guanghan Palace was still Changxi.

Their seats are also closer to the front.

Then came the geniuses outside the Lingxiao Palace, the monks outside the territory, the disciples of the major sects, and the casual cultivators from all walks of life.

After the Eighth Prince came, there was a flattering shout, "The Eighth Prince is here!"

A group of people stood up one after another, only a few people did not stand up, they all clasped their fists and bowed to the Eighth Prince.

The eighth prince looked like a superior, raised his hand and smiled at everyone, and sat down on the main seat in the middle.

His eyes swept to the saintesses of Yaochi and Guanghan Palace, and he raised his wine glass and laughed with everyone to drink a full glass.

Some people boasted and flattered, "The eighth prince has an extraordinary bearing, he is even more like an emperor than before."

"Needless to say, if it weren't for this, how could the eighth prince be able to take on the great responsibility of acting as the emperor's agent in the affairs of the world!"

"The eighth prince works hard for state affairs, takes the world as his own responsibility, bears the burden of hard work, regardless of life and death. He is really a model monk for my generation, and we should respect the eighth prince again!"

"..."

A group of monks said something to you, and they raised their wine glasses to toast and compliment the Eighth Prince.

The eighth prince was a little embarrassed when he heard that, and said with a stern voice, "Everyone, it's just a matter of duty, so it's nothing to worry about. We were born in the royal family and enjoy the offerings of all people, so naturally we have to seek things for the world. Even if we live a good life Work hard, that's what I should pay!"

"The Eighth Prince is too modest!"

"This is the demeanor of a Mingjun!"

"I am ashamed of myself!"

"..."

Everyone nodded, and it was a joy to flatter.

The Eighth Prince stared at the Holy Maiden of Changxi, with rippling eyes, and said, "Sigh! The last time we got together, it was before the consecration of Xianwang Mountain. At that time, the two saintesses of Yaochi and Guanghan competed for glory. It's a pity that Guanghan The saint doesn't know what to do, and she insists on staying with a devil. Look, now she has no bones left, and the beauty is unlucky. Why bother!"

Changxi stared at him and said, "Eighth prince, the saintess of Yaochi has passed away, and I still hope that you will keep your words of virtue."

Ye Qingcheng also stared at the eighth prince with anger, feeling disgusted in his heart, and didn't want to stay any longer.

The Eighth Prince smiled and said, "The saintess is overthinking. This prince really lamented the fate of a beautiful woman and didn't say anything! I heard that the saintess dances very well. Why don't you dance a song for everyone to cheer for today's moon appreciation meeting?"

A group of monks followed suit and shouted, "Saint, come one!"

"Saint, let's do a dance!"

"Please ask the saint to dance a song for us!"

"..."

With a cold face, Changxi stood up and said, "My body is itchy, and it's still not cured. It's not convenient for me to be here today, so I'm leaving!"

She was sick in her heart, tens of millions of refugees in Nine Heavens City were still starving and freezing in the autumn wind, but the rich and noble sons here were in the mood to admire the wind and enjoy the moon, bragging and flattering, it was really disgusting.

She turned around and was about to leave when the eighth prince shouted anxiously from behind, "Holy Maiden of Guanghan, don't you know that this prince has already repaired a book and is going to marry you in Guanghan Palace and resist the evil disaster together? It won't be long , you will become my princess, or even the emperor of this world!"

"Don't even think about it!"

Changxi frowned coldly, "I would rather die than marry a shameless person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, bullying the weak and fearing the hard!"

She yelled and cursed, causing a group of sycophants to stand up one after another, pointing at him and yelling at the prince, "Saint, be careful with your words and deeds!"

"Saint, the Eighth Prince gave you face, don't give it shame!"

"Holy Maiden of Guanghan, your every move represents the interests of Yao Chi. Are you not afraid that your teacher will punish you for such a rebellion?"

"..."

Everyone was filled with righteous indignation and pointed at Changxi one after another.

Changxi glanced at the crowd with cold eyebrows, and said coldly, "Enough, what are you, pointing fingers at me here? The army of monsters is raging on Cepheus, and you are an elite force among young people. You don't want to kill the enemy and defend the country. Saving the people in dire straits, but slapping horses here, is really disgusting. If the son-in-law was present, he would definitely lift his sword and chop off your heads!"

Everyone laughed lightly in disdain, "Then what are you, as a saintess of Guanghan, you are high above the others, why don't you kill the monsters and serve the country and the people?"

"Yeah, who wouldn't say nice words. You look down on us, why are you staying here?"

"What about the son-in-law, he has already turned into a handful of dust and disappeared. I am here, waiting for him to kill! Can he come? I asked him, will he agree?"

"Don't care how he looked down on the heroes back then. He died when he died. Only the living have the right to speak here."

"Right now, the Eighth Prince is our king. That consort pretending to be someone else is just a fart!"

"..."

Everyone ran into each other and laughed, no one thought about the feeling that Long Fei put himself in danger and let them cross the Bridge of Refining Hearts.

Changxi clasped her palm, and a long sword buzzed in her hand.

The sound of the sword was sharp, and as soon as it came out, the wine glasses on the table on the field exploded, bang, bang, bang.

Seeing her angry, everyone immediately shut up.

If you want to fight, there are probably only a few people on the field who dare to say that they can suppress this saint.

When the atmosphere on the field was freezing, someone covered in blood suddenly rushed into the mansion from outside, and yelled at the eighth prince who was watching the play in the main seat, "Prince, it's not good. The monsters are coming, they Calling towards Nine Heavens City!"

　Chapter 3, continue.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)