Yu Dao Qiankun

Chapter 403 Mid-Autumn Festival Banquet (I wish everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival)

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, toad branches and osmanthus trees are hung everywhere in the Tiangong.

After the morning court, the emperor retreated into the An Tian Building behind the court hall to rest temporarily.

"King Zhao has already gone to the Taimiao?"

"Yes. His Royal Highness King Zhao completed the morning ceremony early in the morning, and then took people to Kunshan to worship the ancestors."

Taking a sip of the ginseng tea, Kun Lie closed his eyes and rested his mind, preparing for the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet later.

For some reason, he has been mentally exhausted these past few days.He obviously didn't do much work, but he could always feel the exhaustion of his physical strength.And his eyelids twitched, with a vague premonition.

Thinking of the Mid-Autumn Festival that year, he felt terrified, fearing that his son would have another bad or bad thing.

After carefully confirming several times, Eunuch Li answered patiently.

"His Royal Highness King Zhao is traveling with the Tianfeng Army this time, and the Nine Heavenly Gods will accompany him. Nothing will happen."

After closing his eyes and thinking for a while, Kun Lie suddenly opened his eyes: "There is still no news from Zichen County?"

"No."

Yesterday, the Divine Emperor asked Peng Yu to go to Zichen County to test it out in the name of "escorting Zhao Li home".

However, Zichen County was closed, and Peng Yu and Zhao Li had a closed door.

"It's a pity to have a Mid-Autumn Festival reunion..."

The Emperor of God felt a little sentimental in his heart, glanced at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, and shook his head secretly.

Now it's just past three o'clock, and it stands to reason that it is the time when the sky is clear and the sun is rising.However, in order to cooperate with the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, Kunwu Tiangong opened a volume of "Toad Palace Inviting the Moon Picture", bringing the entire Jinwu City into the night.

Close your eyes again to rest, Eunuch Li didn't disturb, just waited by the side.

Until the third quarter of the clock, he woke up Kunlie and set off for Qianlin Pavilion.

The king of gods and the head of the family have arrived.Especially King Su, she has a very gorgeous appearance, with twelve qionghua silver crowns, a moon-white phoenix silver robe, and an osmanthus stick in her hand.

The silver light is shining, as if a goddess of the moon has come to the world.

There is a lineage of the Su family who worships the Taiyin.The Mid-Autumn Festival is their most active time.In recent years, the Queen of Heaven's authority has fallen sideways, and the Emperor of God does not like the Mid-Autumn Festival.In many cases, King Su was asked to sacrifice to the moon instead of Kunwu.

The emperor took his seat, King Su led the crowd to pay homage, and then the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet began.

Song and dance, drama, acrobatics, cross talk...

All kinds of programs are performed in front of the crowd in turn.

Kun Lie yawned and looked down boredly.

Even the usual opponents and courtiers who have turned against each other, all put on a happy posture at the banquet at this moment.

Eunuch Li winked at the maid next to him, and the maid carefully re-arranged the peeled crab meat into the shape of a crab, and carried it to the Emperor.

With a wave of his hand, Kun Lie didn't eat it.

Eunuch Li: "Your Majesty, this is the big crab sent by Shui Hongze this year. At this time, the meat is the most plump. How about you use it?"

"Forget it, I have no appetite."

Kun Lie took two sips of chrysanthemum wine and silently counted the people at the banquet.

Now there are 16 god-kings in Dakun, and all of them are present except King Zhao.

"Hao'er hasn't come back yet?"

"It is said that the trip to the Taimiao is over. Maybe His Highness is changing clothes in the palace?"

Eunuch Li hurriedly sent someone to Zhaoyuan Hall to invite someone again.

His Majesty is already very upset if he doesn't invite the concubine today, if his son doesn't come on stage again, His Majesty will feel sad again.

At this time, the music in the hall stopped, and a white mist came from nowhere.

The low and melodious bell rang, and a masked man appeared on stage and danced with a sword.

Seeing the white mist and hearing the bell, Kun Lie froze for a moment.

Although the sword-wielding masked man was wearing sacrificial robes and he couldn't tell the difference between male and female, he vaguely recalled his childhood experiences.

"Yan'er?"

The Emperor of God lost his mind for a moment and muttered to himself.

Sitting beside Tianhou and a group of concubines, she happened to hear that whisper.

Everyone's expression changed in unison, staring at the masked man on the field, showing fear and vigilance.

Zhao Feiyan?
The bitch is back?

But soon, Tianhou came to her senses and looked at the empty seat of King Zhao.

"Is this kid doing it on purpose?"

The Emperor of God watched the masked figure dance with his sword, recalling every bit of the past between himself and Zhao Feiyan.

Yan'er is Zhao Feiyan's nickname.

Once upon a time, they traveled the heavens hand in hand.

Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter in the hall.

Kun Lie looked up, Mi Luo God King looked at Jian Wu clapping his hands and laughing.

"Your Majesty, do you think this sword dance looks familiar?"

"Zhanyue sword technique, Yan'er used it back then."

Back then, I, Yan'er, Miluo God King, Molin Sword Master and his wife traveled together in a certain world together.Occasionally seeing a full moon in the sky, Zhao Feiyan got excited and danced her sword against the moon by the campfire.

Soon, the Divine Emperor calmed down and smiled at Miluo Tianwang: "It must be the child under my knee who came to play around and comfort the old father."

After Peng Yu finished his sword dance, the Emperor of God beckoned him to come forward.

"My son-in-law pays respects to his father."

Seeing the tiredness between Kun Lie's brows, Peng Yu's heart twitched.

After all, the God-Emperor is no longer young.

The Emperor of God stared at him: "Raise your head."

Taking off Peng Yu's mask himself, seeing the eyebrows similar to Zhao Feiyan's, the Divine Emperor felt a sense of loss again.

"You are more and more like your mother."

Of course, this time Peng Yu dressed up deliberately, and the masked man taught him a set of sword tactics that Zhao Feiyan had used.It is to arouse the empathy of the emperor, and to arouse some lovesickness under the bright moon at night.

The Emperor of God pulled Peng Yu to sit with him.

At that moment, Peng Yu saw sharp eyes like blades behind him.

Those princes, concubines and even the empress all stared at him with eyes that could eat people.

Good guy, he played this game within a few days after returning to the palace, did this kid do it on purpose?
King Zhao is not in Tiangong, and it is rare for them to get a little favor from the God Emperor.But as soon as he came back, he let everyone understand again that there is no place for them in the Emperor's heart!
Tianhou and the concubines lowered their heads, suppressing their emotions.

That woman, even though she is far away in Zichen County now, still occupies the heart of the Emperor.

Kunyan, Kunyu and the others had mixed feelings.After finally sitting in the ranks of the god king, I thought that the distance would be shortened, and I would regain some of my brother's dignity.However, people can sit with the emperor.

Eunuch Li hurriedly sent someone to bring King Zhao's tableware to the Emperor.

The Emperor of God pushed the crab meat peeled by the court lady to Peng Yu.

Peng Yu looked at it, and silently circulated the Dao Qi of Qian Kun, and threw it into the Pangu Realm the moment the crab meat entered his mouth.

The God Emperor seemed to sense it, but didn't say anything.

After all, the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet back then had a great psychological shadow on him.

The father and son were facing the throne together, and the officials below exchanged glances, and they already had a plan in their hearts.

Starting from King Zhao Shengdian Wenhua, this is paving the way step by step.

"Emperor, what reward do you want for dancing your sword for your father?"

"My son has been favored by my father these years, and I don't lack anything. I just have a small thought at the moment, and I hope my father can satisfy me."

"Oh? Let's hear it."

"Today's sword fight is an opportunity that warriors all over the world dream of. I want to ask for favors, let that bastard be released on bail temporarily, and come out to watch the sword fight. After all, this opportunity will help him practice."

"Hmph—" The Emperor of God had a half-smile, "Dare you work so hard to dance swords in the palace, is it to intercede for that kid?"

Peng Yu said sternly, "It's not worth asking for mercy. If you make a mistake, you will be punished. Not to mention Zhuanyang, even if your son made a mistake, you have never favored yourself."

What the hell?
The people below listened to the conversation between the father and son and thought in their hearts.

Did the Emperor of God punish King Zhao?I do not know how?
Jiang Shengren couldn't help rolling his eyes when he recalled King Zhao's attitude towards the God Emperor after he stole the Monument of Hunyuan Tiangang.

A few spankings, is it fine to call it a punishment?

Peng Yu: "This sword fight is helpful for Zhuan Yang's sword cultivation. What's more, he is not the mastermind, but just hit by mistake. If we catch the real culprit later, it will not be too late to punish him."

The underground army sent a note yesterday, and Kunlie had some guesses about what happened underground.In addition, Zhuan Yang was originally his disciple, and he didn't want his disciple to lose this good opportunity to enlighten and observe.

Therefore, Kun Lie told the people around him: "That stinky boy from the Hou family in Yunyang, give him thirty lashes, let him enter the palace to watch the ceremony at night, and throw him back tomorrow."

"Yes."

The Emperor Shen turned his head to Peng Yu and said, "Zhuan Yun is about to get married, so it is inconvenient to study with you. Zhuan Yang has a frizzy personality and doesn't like books. Father, the Emperor will find you a companion to read. What do you think of Prince Miluo?"

"what?"

Luo Kai was sitting next to God King Mi Luo eating, when the topic suddenly involved himself, he was stunned for a while.

Peng Yu hurriedly said: "Senior brother devotes himself to cultivating. I will be promoted to the palace every day to study politics in the future. I am afraid that it will delay my study."

But the Divine Emperor had made up his mind, so he asked God Miro directly: "Senior Brother, what do you think?"

Just now when Peng Yu danced the sword, Luo Tianwang took the initiative to join in, because he was looking at Zhao Feiyan's affection.

Seeing that the Emperor of God opened his mouth now, knowing that Kun Lie intends to continue the friendship of his generation, he nodded happily.

There was no room for Peng Yu and Luo Kai to talk, and the two finalized Luo Kai's next arrangement.

"In my opinion, I will let my nephew live in the palace later. Hao'er's place has been reserved in the imperial uterus, so let my nephew use it. My other sons, my nephew can also supervise and let them make good progress."

Luo Kai was reluctant, so he had to bow down to thank him.

Peng Yu was not happy either.

Even though he had friendship in the Dao world, the relationship between him and Luo Kai was not very close.

Among the people with the top ten divine bodies, Peng Yu's closest friends are naturally Zhuan Yang and Yun Xian'er.Next was Yuan Yu, and then it was Luo Kai's turn.

However, he did not reject the Emperor's kindness.

The sword dance on stage this time is not only to help Zhuan Yang intercede, but also to arouse the emperor's feelings for the noble concubine, and use the father-son relationship to stabilize the position of King Zhao.

Although Luo Kai has a bad relationship with Peng Yu, it's not bad either.And as the successor of Mi Luotian, it will help King Zhao's momentum.

……

Peng Yu appeared on the stage and danced sword, and he teased the emperor with his clever mouth, and the fatigue of the emperor faded a bit.

After the banquet, he took his son back to Qianyuan Palace for a lunch break.

Peng Yu took the opportunity to tell the grievances between Qiankunzong and the old man Shenjian.

As he thought, Kunlie didn't care about the grievances of the previous generation of Qiankunzong at all.

Even though the old man Shenjian has bad personal morality, but he created the family property of Shenjian Palace, the God Emperor will not dispose of him at will.

The two were lying on the couch, and the emperor's attitude was cold: "You mean, the earthquake in Jinwu City was caused by him, and he captured the demon god's inner alchemy to increase his lifespan so that he can return to his prime."

"Yes."

"Looking at it this way, that kid Zhuanyang is really innocent."

That's all, the Emperor didn't express his position on other matters.

"Father, my son has a small request..."

"Isn't it enough to ask Zhuan Yang to come out and look at the sword?"

The Emperor of God lay lazily on the couch: "A dance, how many rewards do you want?"

"It's nothing, I just want to fight the old man of the sword before my father fights the sword."

"Ok?"

The Shenhuang looked straight, his drowsiness dissipated a bit, and his eyes were stern: "You want to fight with him?"

"No, it's a sword fight."

Peng Yu used the excuse he had prepared earlier: "How noble is the emperor, how can he fight casually? Why don't you let the son weigh him first. If the son loses, the emperor will fight again."

"And if you win, will you know the grievances of the previous generation directly?"

"By the way, my son can avenge Senior Tianxuanzi."

Thinking of his own experience of sparring with Kun Hao, the Emperor of God fell into deep thought.

It seems that if the son uses all his strength, it seems that he may not lose?
"If it's a sword fight, he is No. 1 in the way of the sword after all, how sure are you?"

Peng Yu smiled slightly, showing the black ring on his left thumb.

"Ten percent."

(End of this chapter)