Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

Since it is the mainstream value of society, it must be influenced by the mainstream group of society.

In different eras, in different regions, and in different social mainstreams, people's moral evaluation standards are different.

Moral standards must be a better value orientation that enables mainstream groups in society to live.

The mainstream at this time is the nobility, and the value orientation that can make the life of the nobility more comfortable is the moral standard of this period.

Whether it is a gentleman or a villain, or the relationship between men and women, in this era, only the nobles have the right to interpret.

The nobles who grew up under this social concept were far more corrupt than most people imagined.

In the Chuyang Palace, all the princes hugged exotic beauties, raised and lowered their hands, and enjoyed the dance and music while having fun.

The dancers in the hall are dressed in light veils, their figures are enchanting and graceful, and they dance with indescribable charm.

In this era, the relationship between men and women is more open than in later generations, and it is normal for women to accompany the banquet at the banquet.

This is even more common among nobles.

Therefore, after King Qin left, the princes gradually let go of their nature.

"Haha, Your Majesty, Your Majesty's temper is still not tempered!"

"That's right, before we even opened our mouths, the king walked away in a huff. This is not the way to be a king!"

Ying Xi sat on the seat, listening to what the brothers said, smiling without saying a word.

After all, this is the royal palace. I don't know if there will be King Qin's eyeliner, so we should be more cautious in what we say and do.

I didn't see that even though these young masters were wandering, they didn't touch the drinks on the table.

What he was afraid of was losing his temper after drinking and being caught by King Qin.

Ying Xi knew that he was the greatest threat to King Qin, so he was also the most cautious.

He didn't even touch the beauties who accompanied him at the banquet.

He has seen a lot of beauties, and he will never miss a big deal because of a small one.

All he has to do is to get through this period of time, and when Mr. Miaolan returns to the country, he will gain support. At that time, all the powerful and beautiful women will be within his reach. At this time, he dare not make the slightest mistake.

"Your Majesty, your Majesty has already left, why should you be so cautious?"

Sitting across from Yingxi was the eldest son of King Qin Xiao. Although he was the eldest son, but because he was a concubine, his status was slightly inferior to Yingxi.

This person was half dressed, holding a [-]-year-old girl in his arms, groping in his hands, with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth.

Hearing this, Ying Xi glanced at him indifferently, shook her head slightly, and replied casually:

"Father's filial piety period has not yet expired, and I really don't want to have fun. If the king didn't invite me today, I wouldn't go out!"

The man was suffocated when he heard the words, and the movements in his hands slowed down. He took a deep look at Yingxi, and replied dryly:

"Your Majesty's pure and filial heart is really admirable!"

Ying Xi lowered her head slightly, took a deep breath, stood up, and let out a long sigh:

"Hey, my father treats me well, how can I not miss it? Everyone, please go out and get some fresh air!"

With that said, he turned and walked out the door.

Qin Wangde is not worthy of the throne, and Yingxi is not the only one who has thoughts about the throne. Which of these young masters has no thoughts about the throne?

It's just that their own conditions are too poor, so they united to fight against King Qin to obtain greater benefits.

Ying Xi knew the thoughts of these brothers very well, he didn't care, and he couldn't care.

If possible, he is not willing to make such a move, he prefers to keep his schedule low, and when he is sure, he will fight back.

But there was no way, his identity meant that he couldn't keep a low profile. In desperation, he could only do the opposite and unite with these young masters to protect himself.

Although the trees are more beautiful than the forest, the wind will destroy them.

But it is better to experience the ravages of the wind than to die silently.

If he Yingxi hadn't won over these brothers, he, the lord, would have gone to see the former king long ago, and the first seven days have passed.

Since you have benefited, you can't scold your mother!

Although I know that the eldest son is not in the right mind, but now is not the time to attack, he must bear it.

Yingxi left Chuyang Palace, got rid of the smell of fat and powder in the hall, walked to the side and stretched.

The palace is King Qin's territory and the sphere of influence of King Qin. He has to be careful to avoid being tricked.

One must know that Qin Fa had beheaded many nobles, and Ying Xi didn't want to try himself.

Ying Xi stretched and walked aside, feeling the humid air, feeling a little stuffy.

The Guanzhong region has always had a clear distinction between cold, heat, dryness and humidity. It is summer and it is a rainy season. The sky is covered with dark clouds, and it is obvious that a heavy rain is coming.

Rumble, click! ! !

An explosion came from the sky, awakening Ying Xi who was in deep thought.

Looking at the horizon, a flash of lightning illuminates the sky again.

Bang and click! ! !

During the flashes of lightning, a cluster of black shadows flashed under the steps.

Ying Xi was startled, and quickly squatted down, not daring to take a breath.

Chuyang Palace is 46 meters high and has 95 steps. Below the steps is a wide square.

The square stretches as far as the eye can see, without any trees blocking it.

This move is to guard against the assassin, so that the assassin has no place to hide.

It has to be said that this method is very effective, the assassin has nowhere to hide, and the same is true for the swordsman.

By coincidence, the three hundred swordsmen were completely exposed.

Ying Xi crouched in a dark corner, and quietly moved to the fence. There were no guards on the square, and even the palace lanterns that were supposed to be lit were pitch black.

Ying Xi watched carefully, feeling a chill in his bones.

He leaned up quietly, and from the corner of his eye, he stared closely at the moving shadow in the darkness.