i have a sword fairy

For a moment, he opened his mouth and closed it again.

Stern face.

So repeated twice.

Li Wangque seemed to have noticed something unusual, and looked up curiously.

"One more..."

Zhao Rong still spoke.

"Whether the incense burner will be thrown into the lake in the end, you first... see my face when you arrive..."

After the words fell, the young Confucian scholar looked away, no longer looking at the boy in dragon robe.

Li Wangque, who was arranging the crown, was slightly stunned.

Acting on the face of Mr. Zhao?Well, he's good at this!For example, he knows how to read the faces of the Empress Dowager and Sister Cardamom...

The boy nodded quickly, "Oh."

Zhao Rong scowled and remained silent.

"gentlemen."

Li Wangque looked at the water clock in a daze for a while, and suddenly called out tentatively.

Zhao Rong didn't speak, but stared at the time on the water clock.

It is about to approach the four quarters of Mao.

Li Wangque couldn't help but said, "Sir, I want you to be my husband. I went to ask my mother, but my mother said that she mentioned this to you, but you refused."

Zhao Rong calmly looked at the tall water clock.

Li Wangque summoned up his courage and said: "I thought, it might be that my mother asked too early. At that time, my husband just came to Dali and didn't know Wangque, so of course he wouldn't agree casually... So I thought, let's ask again. Are you willing to accept the students now?"

Zhao Rong turned his head, looked at him and said seriously:

"I still haven't finished my studies, and my talent and learning are shallow. It's hard for me to take on this honor. After today's gift, I will go back to the academy."

He paused, staring at the boy's moving face, and said in a solemn voice:

"Your Majesty is the son of Dali, the king of the world. He has a lot of teachers who are better than you to teach him. The Queen Mother can also arrange famous teachers for your majesty... Why bother with me."

Li Wangque asked anxiously: "Sir, are you going to leave today? Can't you stay in Dali for a few more days...Sir, what about Fairy Su, can she not let you stay?"

"I have my own arrangements."

"Sir, sir, I don't want other gentlemen, or say they can have, but not without you."

The young man stretched out his hand to grab the sleeve of this close Confucian scholar.

Zhao Rong raised his hand, pressed down the hand of the Young Emperor Dali, and said with frowned: "Why?"

"Because my husband is different from other people, my husband won't take anything from me, I can feel it, and... I just feel that you are close and safe, sir, I don't know why, at the queen's place... ...I don't have much of this feeling, but I feel at ease in my heart, thinking that my husband...can protect me and my mother."

Li Wangque looked up at Zhao Rong.

The latter pursed his lips.

Sometimes the young man's admiration and admiration are just so unreasonable.

Whether you like someone or not, it's pure.

This is also something that Zhao Rong finds difficult and difficult to bear.

He faced up to his true heart, he already had many inseparable fetters, and he didn't want to be involved too much, and he was still linked to the most dangerous imperial power in the world.

"Hey, Mr. Zhao is going to be a father. The little emperor just lost his father and felt insecure, so Mr. Zhao made up for it. You still say you don't have such a mind?"

The sword spirit of Xinhu Bell suddenly made fun of it, it was very novel to see something happen to a certain guy.

So he smiled again:

"Orphans and widowed mothers, orphans and widowed mothers, now half of the orphans have been conquered, and half of their feet have already entered the house. Mr. Zhao works hard, and the widowed mother is left behind. Take care of the widowed mother more, soothe the loneliness of the beautiful woman after she is widowed." Heart."

"Tsk, I will raise your wife. This should be something that most men with the word 'righteousness' in their heads should do their part. They even flock to it and dream of it. Isn't Mr. Zhao beautiful?"

I love you big head ghost.

Zhao Rong ignored it, and he didn't want to stay in Dali as 'Prime Minister Zhao', although the Dugu family and the little emperor would definitely be very happy...well, I'm talking about a serious prime minister.

Zhao Rong frowned and took a step back suddenly.

A little farther away from the boy in the dragon robe.

Because in the field of vision of his eyes where he could look at the breath, after the little emperor finished speaking these admiring words, the strong imperial dragon spirit above the young man's head suddenly violently churned.

It seems to be close to Zhao Rong, attracted by him, and is sweeping towards him.

Zhao Rong had a vague feeling that as long as he looked inside a little bit, and looked at the evil dragon and dragon carp in Xinyuan, he would be able to pour a lot of dragon energy into the lake in Xinyuan.

Eat this miraculous dragon energy that belongs only to the emperor in the world!

At this moment, the young Confucian scholar took another step back.

Can't do that.

Emperor Dragon Qi is very important to Li Wangque, how can he 'eat' it?

On the side, Li Wangque looked at the action of the young Confucian scholar, thinking it was some kind of rejection, he lowered his hands and lowered his head slightly.

Zhao Rong wanted to open his mouth, but he stopped, without explanation, and said instead:

"Your Majesty was born in the emperor's family. You shouldn't have such feelings for outsiders...to anyone."

Li Wangque shook his head, "The emperor's family is also a mortal, and they will be afraid of the cold and heat, and there are things they can't do, just like being threatened by the emperor that day... Just like Mr. Zhao is leaving today, how can I keep it? It would be better if I was born in an ordinary family, then my mother and I would not be so tired, and I could go with my husband."

Zhao Rong didn't answer, looked him in the eyes and said:

"I am neither harmful nor beneficial to the situation in Dali. Although my status is noble in your eyes, I am still an outsider in Dali. Your mother knows this, so I will leave as soon as I leave, and there is no need to keep me."

"And you and your mother will stay here, you are the emperor of Dali, this is your territory, and there are your people, just like what I told you in front of the flower garden that day, and holding that hand, you To protect anything, you can only rely on yourself, otherwise it will be cut off by others and handed to you."

Hearing this, the Dragon Card boy turned pale.

His body was shaking a little, as if the crown he was wearing on his head was too heavy and too high.

Zhao Rong said: "Today, after I leave, don't worry about the result of the Fengchan Grand Ceremony, no matter what, it won't be too bad."

Speaking of this, he smiled, "Well, with Mr. Meng from our academy, we can guarantee the bottom line. At best, this grand ceremony will be ordinary and silent. Your mother wants to hold this grand ceremony for you, so that you can have The prestige and popular support of the late emperor, but even if you can’t achieve it, it doesn’t matter, you are still the king of Dali, but there will be more gossip and gossip, the Lord is less suspicious, so you don’t need to belittle yourself.”

Li Wangque listened intently, looked at Zhao Rong intently, nodded vigorously, "Yeah!"

The young Confucian scholar suddenly took a step forward.

The vermilion emperor's aura that was rejected by him scattered in all directions, making way for him.

The young Confucian scholar walked up to the boy in dragon robe, and looked straight into his dazed eyes:

"Li Wangque, I have nothing to give as parting farewell, only one word for you."

"Tolerate."

"Endure until you grow up, endure until your will is as strong as a mountain, endure until you have mastered the four kingly arts of emperor, kingly, domineering, and strong, endure until the rebellious officials die of old age, endure until the thieves show their flaws..."

"Before that, if you do more, you will make more mistakes. Finally, let me tell you about Li Mingyi. I can't understand him, but there is one thing, he is also very tolerant. Well, except for bullying your heart as a parent, this kind of person , either a vulgar martial artist who disdains imperial power, or a great thief waiting for an opportunity, a thief who steals the country."

Zhao Rong's eyes lowered slightly, "I reminded your mother about the robber, but she didn't know whether she listened or not, or did she think I was alluding to her? Heh... But it should be vigilant, but your mother is still cooperating with Li Mingyi I want to use him to get rid of that Zhou Dufu in the west..."

"Actually, I think Zhou Dufu is more suitable for cooperation than Li Mingyi. They are both martial artists, but this old martial artist looks more real. Well, it is also true that Zhou Dufu violated your mother and son. Although I don't know the reason, it may involve The death of the late emperor..."

"Of course, these are just my personal opinions. You can refer to them. The emperor will never obey any words, even the most trusted teachers and the closest elders..."

"No." Li Wangque raised his head and rushed to say: "I believe Mr. Zhao!"

Zhao Rong glanced at his firm and serious face, did not answer, but finally said seriously: "So, from now on, you have to keep an eye on Li Mingyi for your mother to prevent her from being negligent. As for your mother, maybe there are some things to hide, but It should be true to you..."

The dragon-robed boy nodded silently.

It seems that everything has been said.

The big tent fell silent again.

The young Confucian scholar turned his head, raised his hand suddenly, and supported the cumbersome and heavy imperial crown on top of the young man in dragon robe.

Concentrate on righting him.

The young man smiled suddenly, and stopped turning his head indiscriminately, instead of looking at him, he looked straight ahead.

tick tock...tick tock...

Amidst the sound of water droplets, a certain moment to determine the fate of the country is finally coming.

Inside the tent, the young Confucian scholar and the dragon robe all restrained their expressions and faced the door.

In the next instant, a faint bell sounded as scheduled.

The young emperor in dragon robe is in front, and the young Confucian scholar in white dress like snow is behind.

The two walked straight forward.

Reach out and push away the curtains covered with layers of Chinese cloth.

Immediately.

A burst of dazzling morning light pierced through, and the noise from all directions drowned the two of them like a tide.

Whoa-! !

In the wasteland under Jiyue Mountain, tens of thousands of people gathered, ready to go.

At this time, countless gazes with expectations and awe fell on the Young Emperor Dali and a Confucian scholar in white who came out of the central tent.

The four quarters of Maoshi have arrived, and the ceremony of Fengchan is opened.

……

Chapter 5 and Seven: The Great Ceremony of Fengchan ([-])

The significance of Jiyue Mountain to Lidi and Lidi people is difficult to express.

The worship of ancestors and the memories of glory are rooted in the hearts of the people from generation to generation.

However, the ancient Li tribe worshiped the bright moon on the high mountain, and the Moon Mountain, as the sacred place of the Li tribe, appeared in the myths and legends of Lidi, and was never absent.

The ancestors of the Li women in ancient times chanted the song of the bright moon on the top of the moon worship mountain, influenced the gods of the moon palace, received the moon's brilliance to attract them, soared, and the romance of flying to the moon for nine days was the most longed-for myth of every Li person when he was young.

Especially Li Nu.

This is a mountain of myth.

Every speck of dust on the mountain has a heavy and breathless history that weighs on Li Xin's heart.

But right now, the Young Emperor Dali wants to inherit the will of the late emperor, hold a grand sacrificial ceremony at Jiyue Mountain, and enshrine the world of Zen.

Everything is like a 'reappearance of yesterday' of the glory of the ancestors.

The people of Dali, whether they are rich or poor, or hunters in the deep mountains, as long as they hear about this, most of them will come from thousands of miles to sacrifice to Moon Mountain just to see the grand occasion.

Stubbornness makes it difficult for outsiders to understand.

And Dali places also rarely let go of customs clearance documents, allowing a large number of Lidi people to pass the customs.

As a result, people from all directions in Dali flocked to Jiyue Mountain.

The event was unprecedented.

……

At this time, it was about six o'clock in the morning.

The majestic and tall Jiyue Mountain and its tens of miles around were ignited by some kind of passionate emotion.

Like a pot of boiling hot water.

The wilderness at the foot of the mountain used to be empty, but now it is crowded with people from all over Dali.

Everyone looks devout and fanatical.

The Imperial Guards of Dali were heavily equipped, maintained order among the crowd, stood on two walls, and opened up a wide road.

The starting point of this road is the central tent on the wasteland, and the end point is a hill at the foot of Jiyue Mountain, with an altar on the top of the mountain.

And there is a scarlet silk carpet on the avenue.