i have a sword fairy

Look at these Hanjing citizens by the roadside, dressed in gorgeous clothes, brocade silk and satin, with ruddy complexions.

The living conditions of the citizens of Zhongnan Kingdom are obviously better.

But it is also true, the Zhongnan Kingdom is similar to a small country with a leisurely and secluded atmosphere, and this Dali Dynasty is a thriving dynasty. However, it is a pity that the most likely emperor who had made a difference died suddenly...

Zhao Rong looked at it silently, comparing Dali with the countries he had been to in his heart, no matter the people or the customs.

Before entering the city, Zhao Rong analyzed a lot of useful information from it, not just looking at the handsome divorced women who appeared frequently on both sides of the road.

Cough, these people from Lidi are indeed handsome and tall as a whole, they seem to have inherited some blood of the ancient Li clan, and they are unique in appearance and temperament.

But Zhao Rong thinks that the simple and elegant girls from Zhongnan Mountain are pretty good too, um, especially those little girls who threw him sachets and purses back then, alas, it’s a pity that my son’s sachets and purses were all forgotten in the end Southland...

Just when the young Confucian scholar was feeling sorry, Xiao Qian'er narrowed her eyes and said, "Brother Rong'er, what are you looking at?"

Zhao Rong moved his eyes away from the pretty girl, and said calmly, "I'm analyzing something, ahem, it's almost here."

Zhao Qian'er had a suspicious face.

Zhao Rong and his party were getting closer and closer to the canopy dragon chariot in front of them. On the way, he noticed some phenomena again.

The people of Dali Hanjing seem to welcome his arrival very much. The enthusiastic faces of those girls and people should not seem to be fake, compared with the people of Zhongnan who used to idolize Zhao Rong, who won the Qingtan. .

"It's not just those beautiful divorced girls who are enthusiastic, the other old people and children are also very happy. It seems that it's not just because of my handsome appearance..." Zhao Rong muttered and analyzed.

Zhao Qian'er: "..."

Gu Yiwu and other students: "..."

After a while, Gu Yiwu coughed and said, "Ziyu, the people in Hanjing seem to welcome us. It seems that the Queen Mother Dugu seemed to have done a lot of public opinion work before our arrival."

Zhao Rong nodded slightly.

The group of them already knew about it on the way to Hanjing, and now the entire Dali people knew about the Fengchan Grand Ceremony, and they were generally supportive and welcoming.

This kind of national jubilation is not only carried out by the superiors, but it is more important to create a positive atmosphere among the people. This can also be regarded as a test of the ruling art of the superiors.

And the current attitude of the people towards Feng Chan, it has to be said, is indeed beneficial to alleviate the difficulty and surprise of Zhao Rong and others in Feng Chan.

With this in mind, Zhao Rong couldn't help but have a good impression of the Dugu Queen Mother who was about to meet.

He nodded slightly, and his eyes fell on the canopy dragon chariot that was getting closer and closer in the distance...

Not long after, as Zhao Rong and his party approached on horseback, ritual music played on both sides of the road.

After that, there were some procedures and noisy cutscenes carried out by the officials of the Ministry of Rites.

When Zhao Rong and the others stopped and got off their horses a hundred meters away from the dragon chariot, they found that there was already a thin and small figure waiting beside the dragon chariot, surrounded by a group of court ladies and several Xianyue ladies.

Zhao Rong squinted and saw that it was this weak boy who was about seven or eight years old.

He has a handsome face, thin and short, but he is wearing a large and cumbersome bright yellow dragon robe, and a crown on his head that is bigger than the head of a weak boy.

This made Zhao Rong worry for the little emperor when he saw it for the first time, whether the heavy and simple crown on his slender neck would fall down in a second.

The little emperor came up quickly, gathered with Zhao Rong and the others, exchanged greetings one by one, the boy's voice was soft and soft, with a childlike voice.

It's just that with the attention of everyone, they didn't talk much, and let the officials of the Ministry of Rites carry out the process according to the arrangement.

Zhao Rong responded calmly, but he felt that the young emperor seemed to have looked at him a few more times.

It seems... Curious and admired?

The ceremony held by the Ministry of Rites also began. An elderly official of the Ministry of Rites opened the imperial decree and read it aloud.

The general meaning is to sing praises about the little emperor, and then say that Linlu Academy, which is famous in Manyizhou, also recognizes and supports the orthodoxy of today's Li dynasty, so these gentlemen and sages are sent here, and the destiny belongs to Balabala or something...

Zhao Rong didn't listen much, and looked around, but he didn't see the figure of the virtuous king of Dali.

In addition, the two daughters of Mujin and Xuechan that he had seen before were all there, standing quietly around a certain dragon chariot with their eyes down.

Zhao Rong turned his gaze and landed on the quiet dragon chariot in the middle of the crowd.

The whole dragon chariot is made of bright yellow cloth, with no walls on all sides, only the curtains hang down, covering the scene inside.

Moreover, these hanging curtains are actually made of white cloth, which seems to be... the style of filial piety like going to a funeral.

Moreover, the dragon chariot was surrounded by dozens of young girls, including Hibiscus and Xuechan.

Zhao Rong could only vaguely see a beautiful figure of a woman kneeling in it, wearing a loose gown, with a straight posture, as if she was listening to the words of the court officials with Wanmin.

She also seemed to be dressed in white, other than that, Zhao Rong couldn't see anything else.

It should be the Dugu Empress Dowager, the rumored number one beauty in Dali... Zhao Rong thought.

He didn't look much, and quickly looked away.

Look at this, the Empress Dowager Dugu seems to be still in the period of filial piety, wearing filial piety for the deceased emperor.

So right now on the field, it is not convenient to meet people in public, which is not very polite.

Moreover, this public place is a performance for 30 citizens, not a place to discuss important matters of Fengchan with Zhao Rong and others.

Patience and acting skills are also the basic skills of such superiors.

Zhao Rong chuckled inwardly.

At this time, on the court where everyone was watching, it was the little emperor's turn to speak.

His childish voice is tender and soft-spoken. If it wasn't for Zhao Rong's proximity, he probably wouldn't be able to hear him, let alone the hundreds of thousands of people around him. However, when it was time to applaud, everyone wisely followed and pretended to hear it. .

Zhao Rong, who was closer, observed more.

I saw this young man who was the king of a country try his best to lift his head under the heavy weight of the crown, and spoke very slowly, as if he was afraid of making a wrong word.

The young emperor's forehead was covered with bead-like sweat, he seemed nervous, but he didn't raise his hand to wipe it off.

He was talking to Wanmin, but it was more like speaking to himself, and occasionally he would peek at the quiet dragon chariot beside him...

Zhao Rong had a panoramic view of this scene... so it feels like the little emperor is endorsing a book?It's the same as when he was called and endorsed in class when he was a child, um, it happened that school was almost over, and my mother was looking at him again from the window...

This picture is not only visual, but also the shadow of childhood.

"It's just...a kid." The young Confucian scholar shook his head, muttering something in his heart, feeling a little sympathetic to him.

Zhao Rong just felt that the little emperor was a bit like some old-fashioned girl, thin and frail, and she followed the ancestral etiquette, with a strict eye, but now...how can he be as 'tiger' as Yu Huaijin?He is small in size, but he hits you when he says he will hit you.

Not long after, the little emperor finally finished speaking, the people cheered, and the process of the Ministry of Rites continued...

After a stick of incense, the troublesome people finally came to an end, and finally it seemed that after the ceremony of enshrining Zen, amnesty for the world once and tax reduction for one year, the joy of the people was even louder.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows slightly.

Everyone set out to return to the city.

The little emperor returned to the little dragon chariot next to the dragon chariot with the white curtain, and returned together with the Dugu Empress Dowager who was silent throughout the whole process.

Accompanied by senior civil and military officials from the court, Zhao Rong and others got on their horses and marched forward.

Just as the chariots and horses started to move, suddenly, the little dragon chariot in front stopped again, and a young man in imperial robes jumped down from it.

Everyone was stunned. At this moment, the Young Emperor Dali did something that everyone never thought of.

The little emperor came quickly to Zhao Rong's horse, reached out and grabbed the horse's reins.

"Zhao...Mr. Zhao, let...let me come." The frail young man had only run a few steps before panting and blushing, but his eyes were shining brightly at Zhao Rong.

Everyone was shocked.

Countless eyes fell on Ping An Confucian scholar and the little emperor.

Some of the maids of the crescent moon who were following the little emperor wanted to step forward, but they received the eyes of Da Si Le Mujin next to the dragon chariot with white curtains.

At this time, Zhao Rong was also a little surprised by the behavior of the little emperor in front of him.

He and Gu Yiwu looked at each other, and the eyes were exchanged silently.

Is this what Dugu taught you?Otherwise, why only lead my son's horse and not restrain Brother Wu's and the others... Zhao Rong said silently in his heart.

Afterwards, he glanced at the little emperor's eyes that seemed to be looking forward to earnestly, without hesitation, nodded slightly, and saluted:

"A certain commoner, with such kindness from the emperor, is sincere and fearful...but His Majesty's kindness cannot be denied, so I have to respectfully obey."

The little emperor nodded happily, and looked sideways at the direction of the dragon chariot behind his mother. Seeing that the sisters around him didn't come to stop him, his raised shoulders relaxed.

"Mr. Zhao, let me come, let me come."

The little emperor led Zhao Rong's horse in a dignified manner.

Everyone around looked at each other in blank dismay, then saluted neatly and said "Your Majesty is wise", and the chariots and horses continued to drive.

The chariots and chariots were not walking fast, as if to take care of the little emperor's footsteps.

The north gate of Hanjing opened, and everyone quickly entered the city.

Halfway through, there was a little disturbance.

At a certain moment, a commotion suddenly broke out in a crowd not far from the crowd.

Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and others who were riding on horseback looked sideways.

However, the eyes of the white-curtain dragon chariot and the surrounding women such as Hibiscus, Xuechan, etc., did not seem to shift at all, and they followed the dragon chariot step by step, without stopping.

It seems that he doesn't care.

Sure enough, the turmoil that seemed to be beating and killing was soon subsided.

Not long after, three strange girls from the moon suddenly appeared in the distance, and one of them stepped forward.

With sharp eyes, Zhao Rong saw a drop of blood on her sleeve.

The next moment, I saw this strange woman, Xianyueli, come to the side of the dragon chariot with a white curtain, and whispered something to Mu Jin.

Mu Jin, who is the master of the music workshop, looked calm, tilted his head slightly, and looked at the extremely noble woman in the white curtain next to him, with a look of asking for instructions in his eyes.

The dragon chariot was still quiet.

In the next second, a faint and clear voice floated from the gap in the white curtain.

"Ten tribes of Yi."

Except for the sound of the wheels of the carriage and the jingling of the jade wall on the waists of Zhao Rong and others, there was silence on the field.

The civil and military officials didn't seem to hear anything, and their expressions remained unchanged.

Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and other Confucian scholars exchanged glances.

Good guy, Ten Clans?

Who are these unlucky ones?Don't let blood flow like a river...

At this time, because the little emperor was leading the horse for him, not only did everyone walk slowly, but Zhao Rong was also at the front, driving alongside the white-curtained dragon chariot.

The surrounding women who guarded the dragon's chariot also gave way to Zhao Rong and the little emperor.

It can be said that at this moment, there is a little emperor and a thin white curtain between Zhao Rong and the Dugu Empress Dowager.

Therefore, he heard the voice of the invisible woman in the dragon carriage very clearly.

You can even see the faint movement of her slightly lifting her chin.

The young Confucian scholar frowned. After being curious for so long, he finally heard the voice of this woman listening to the government behind the curtain.

Although they haven't met each other, her indifferent voice is very pleasant, with the mellow and slow voice of a pampered and superior person, especially mixed with some feminine tail notes inherent in women.

Zhao Rong couldn't help having some associations.

Then, he turned his head to look at the layers of white curtains that blocked the sight of countless men outside.

So this is... someone rebelling?

Otherwise, how to punish the ten clans directly is a little more than nine hundred million, because even friends and disciples have to be counted.

The woman in the dragon chariot seemed to have noticed Zhao Rong's gaze through the white curtain, and was quiet for a moment. Zhao Rong only saw the shadow in the dragon chariot lower her head slightly, and the woman's dignified and steady voice came out again.

"Mr. Zhao and all the gentlemen came to Hanjing from thousands of miles away. They are distinguished guests from Dali. How can they be disturbed by these jumping clowns? If they come to Ai's house like in the past, then forget it, and leave their own scumbags behind." Life is enough. But right now, they are jumping around again to spoil the interest of the gentlemen, but they cannot be lightly forgiven."

It seems to be an explanation.

At this time, the civil and military officials who had been pretending to be deaf and dumb all saluted and congratulated.

"The Empress Dowager Shengming."

"...These obstinate and undisciplined youngsters deserve what they deserve."

"...The Empress Dowager is virtuous and benevolent, so she should have been punished like this a long time ago."

On the side, Zhao Rong nodded lightly... It turned out to be an assassin. From Dugu's tone, people have often assassinated her before?