Chapter 27

With his hands behind his back and his back facing forward, Emperor Xia's expression was calm, even his aura did not change, and he perfectly controlled his emotions in his hands.

However, his five fingers, shrouded in the imperial robe, had already been clenched into fists.

He has been waiting for this day for 30 years.

From the day when he took over Daxia from his father, from the day when he was surrounded by hundreds of court officials, Chinese and military officials, stepped into the Xuanzheng Palace step by step, sat on the position that symbolized power, and became the emperor of Daxia.

He is working hard, he has never felt family affection, love, or even friendship.

Just so that one day, he can stand on the top of this world and create his own glory.

He doesn't need the approval of others, he only needs to think that he can, and that is the greatest achievement.

In his mind, on the day when he sits on the throne of God, there is only one goal in front of him.

"Maybe it's just like what the teacher said, ten years can be expected, or it may not be necessary. If the time is too long, then only I will come..."

Emperor Xia turned around and walked out of the palace gate, followed by two young eunuchs.

In Yingtianfu City, the time for the literary fair is approaching, and the crowds in the city alleys have also begun to become crowded, with shouts, noises, and the scents from various street stalls, all of which are mixed together. Forged a picture scroll of life.

Scholars from various schools of thought continued to appear in various places in Yingtian Mansion.

At the same time, the Daxia Academy of Literature has also become a place for these scholars from a hundred families to communicate and bond, to call friends and make friends, and to beauties with good wine are also indispensable.

Ye Wushuang has also been there a few times in the past few days, met some like-minded people, and at the same time learned some rules of the literary society, and even the stories that happened in the past, etc., but looking at all these, he felt that he was a bit out of place , the feeling of transcendence.

After all, these things have nothing to do with him, and he is not a person who pursues gains and losses. Everything here is just to see the prosperity of the world and experience the splendor of the world.

After traveling a few times, he was left in the mansion by his grandfather Ye Sucheng today. Dun Dun taught him to prepare him so that he could show his talents in the literary fair and make his name famous.

During the day, with my grandfather teaching beside me, I have no time to take care of other things.But secretly, Ye Wushuang is also telling Ye Nan to pay attention to the whereabouts and changes of various forces in Yingtian Mansion and so on.

He had a feeling in his heart that maybe not too long, a big event would happen in this world.

Although he doesn't know exactly what will happen, but to make the necessary preparations, this is his plan at the moment.

And in Daxia, inside a killer organization called Louwailou, an old man over half a century old was checking the objects in his hands repeatedly.

Although Louwailou is only a medium-sized killer organization, there are more than ten top killers inside, with thousands of members, including two top assassins at the master level.

The strength cannot be underestimated!

But at this moment, the head of the building outside the building was standing by the side of the attic, looking nervously at the old man in front of him looking at the objects in his hand.

After a while, the old man straightened up, and then revealed a complex look in his eyes, staring at the pattern box in front of him, with shock, doubt, and disbelief on his face.

"Alas, I can't accurately determine the specific origin of this pattern box, but what is certain is that the ancient patterns carved on it are patterns exclusively used by the royal family of the ancient Shu Kingdom 5000 years ago."

"If my prediction is correct, the lock used for this box should be the Nine-Star Longyuan Lock invented by the legendary Zhuge Wusheng."

"Alas... I am so lucky to be able to see such a unique thing today."

The old man said a little excitedly, and kept muttering in his mouth.

The head of the Lou Wai Lou who stood aside had some self-doubt at this moment.

I received an order inexplicably, and I took it hard, but nothing happened.Instead, he brought back such a weird box.

But the words in the old man's mouth made the originally cold heart beat faster again, and a trace of abnormal red appeared on his face.

"Martial Sage Zhuge..."

The head of the building outside the building only remembered this sentence, and then his mind was filled with these words, and his ears did not hear a word of anything else.

"Mr. Dong, is there any way to open this ancient box?"

"Such an ancient thing, in today's world, there are not many people who can recognize it. If you want to open it, maybe only my uncle, the younger brother of the previous generation of Mohist giants, the craftsman Lu Yun."

"However, my uncle disappeared ten years ago. Go to Mogu to have a look. If you are lucky, you may be able to meet his old man."

"........."

After the old man finished speaking, the head of the building outside the building couldn't wait to gather the people, and then personally led the team and rushed with the old man towards Mogu, a thousand miles away.

If the box contained something left by Zhuge Wusheng in front of Wuqian, its value would be so high that even if others thought about it, their bodies would tremble uncontrollably.

This is several times more exciting than ordinary people suddenly winning a billion-dollar jackpot.

Within the Great Xia Academy of Literature.

Confucianism at this moment is a master attitude, and people from various schools and schools who came to gather were invited in by the disciples after seeing the ceremony one by one.

This convention is basically the practice before the start of the literary meeting. It is the turn of one of the hundreds of scholars to host the literary meeting. One day in advance, the representatives of the hundreds of scholars will gather together at their designated place to discuss tomorrow. A major event in the cultural society.

But this time, the circumstances are special, and the representatives of various schools of thought will not miss this gathering.

The sun was about to set in the sky. Outside the Holy Palace, Luo Qiying, one of the vice presidents of the Great Xia Academy of Arts, was standing at the door to greet the guests.

Fewer and fewer people came, and there were fewer and fewer vacancies in the Holy Palace.

Dean Long Xiaowen and Vice Dean Wen Canghai were accompanying other people from various schools of thought in the Holy Palace.

"Cough cough."

Suddenly, a familiar voice appeared in Luo Qiying's ears.

He cast his gaze into the distance. A carriage stopped in front of the door, and then the curtains rolled open. A young man with a handsome face walked out, landed on the ground, and then stood there waiting.

Luo Qiying took a few glances to confirm that he had never seen this boy before, and when he was curious, a hunchbacked and familiar figure appeared in his eyes in the frame of the car.

When he reacted, his feet had already rushed forward, and at the same time he was terrified.

"Master, your old man is in good health!"

Luo Qiying came to the front, and in a hurry, without caring about other things, she tidied up and knelt down in front of Ye Sucheng.

"Get up. Among the few apprentices, only you and your third senior brother have some conscience."

"The disciple is terrified."

"........."

He stood up from the ground, came to Ye Sucheng's side, gently held his arm and walked forward. This Confucian scholar who was famous in the four countries did not dare to be angry at this moment.

At the same time, Luo Qiying was also shocked in his heart. He understood that the meaning of the master's uninvited arrival at this moment is naturally self-evident.

Maybe it's to ask for guilt, or there may be other things.

But for Luo Qiying, he didn't have any other thoughts, because before these things happened, he was not in Yingtian Mansion, and he only came back recently.

At the same time, after returning to Yingtian Mansion, although he felt aggrieved by his elder brother's actions, he was unable to change anything. After all, it was the position handed down by the master, and they had to obey.

"Let's go, let me see your senior brother's glory today."

As Ye Sucheng said, with the support of Ye Wushuang and Luo Qiying, he moved towards the direction of the Holy Palace little by little.

The Confucian disciples they met along the way, seeing how their dean treated the old man, looked at the Confucian symbols worn around the old man's waist and in the bun on his head. They also stood on both sides, with their hands arched and their eyebrows lowered to show their respect. Respect.

The younger generations of the other schools of thought saw this, and they didn't understand why. After asking the Confucian disciples beside them, they got the answer, and they looked shocked and excited at the same time.

After all, for the living legend of Confucianism, they grew up listening to his stories when they were young.

(End of this chapter)

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