Wanderer of the whirling world

Chapter 380 The Jade Chariot Goes to the Golden Palace, Only Knowing the Son of Heaven

At midnight, the moon dew is cold.

"Please note that three walkers have been eliminated, and the current number of walkers left in the capital is fourteen."

A series of cold voices entered Xin Ziqiu's ears, reminding him of the progress of the incident in the floating habitat.

The three people who were eliminated did not know whether it was because they did not enter the safe area within the specified time, or were hunted and killed by other walkers. In short, they bid farewell to this trial.

I wonder if Masahiko Shimadzu is among them...

Xin Ziqiu believed that experts like Xu Xingzi must have found a way to enter the inner city, and even hid in the imperial city.

With the safe area shrinking day by day, the chances of pedestrians meeting each other will also increase greatly. Maybe they will encounter a strong enemy at any time and start a life-and-death fight.

There is not much time left for him to improve his strength...

"Mr. Ding Si, come, I will toast you again!"

The prince's words pulled Xin Ziqiu back from his thoughts, he quickly picked up the wine cup and drank a full glass.

Speaking of which, His Royal Highness is really not an ordinary person. After a bloody assassination just now, he is still drinking and having fun like a normal person, and talking freely. This banquet has been eaten for almost an hour, but he still has more to say. The toast did not intend to let Xin Ziqiu leave at all.

It didn't matter to Xin Ziqiu, Chengqian Palace was now heavily guarded, with a large number of forbidden troops stationed there, no one would dare to make trouble again later, it can be said that this place is now one of the safest places in the entire Forbidden City.

If he stayed here, his life would never be in danger. If possible, he would rather stay for a few more days and let the walkers outside kill themselves.

Just as he and the crown prince were pushing cups and changing glasses, a sharp voice outside the hall suddenly cut through the quiet night:

"The Emperor is here!"

As the sound sounded, a dragon chariot arrived slowly, and the imperial guards guarding outside Chengqian Palace were in a commotion, kneeling down and saluting one after another.

In the middle of the night, why did the emperor come?
Before Xin Ziqiu could figure out what was going on, he saw Zhu Xiaojian winking at him, and the two quickly got up and rushed to the gate of the main hall to greet him.

At a glance, Xin Ziqiu saw the luxurious carriage studded with gold, silver, jade, precious stones and pearls, and embroidered with patterns of dragons and phoenixes.

"Son, Zhu Xiaojian, welcome the Royal Father!"

The prince shook the dust off his body, knelt down on his knees, and couldn't be more respectful.

The dragon chariot quickly stopped at the entrance of the main hall, and a middle-aged man in a yellow ocher robe and a crown facing the sky came down slowly from above.

This is the first time that Xin Ziqiu has seen the Great Son of Heaven in this world, Emperor Guangxi Zhu Cihong.

He has a thin figure, gray hair, and deep melancholy hidden between his brows, but his eyes are as bright as stars, with an aura of looking down on the world.

What is particularly noticeable is that there is a long scar on his face from the left side of the bridge of the nose to the right cheek, which adds a bit of heroism and majesty to his frail and melancholy temperament.

It is said that this scar was left by Emperor Guangxi and his father, Emperor Chongzhen, when they conquered Juyongguan and beheaded Li Chuang's rebels on the battlefield. The medal symbolizes the bravery and might of the Emperor.

"Bold! Who are you? Why don't you kneel when you see the emperor?"

An old eunuch pointed at Xin Ziqiu who was standing at the door, and yelled loudly.

Hearing the words, the prince swept away from the corner of his eye, only to see Xin Ziqiu standing beside him in a daze, without any sign of saluting, just about to defend him, but only heard Zhu Cihong say:
"Forget it, there is no need to be formal in the middle of the night. The most important thing for an official is to do his job well. Those red tapes are just the appearance of incompetent people figuring out when they have nothing to do. What's the use?"

As he spoke, he didn't pay attention to Xin Ziqiu, but looked at the eldest son kneeling on the ground, waved lightly, and said lightly:

"You get up too. I heard that there are assassins in Chengqian Palace tonight, so I came here to see how you are? Are you injured?"

Zhu Xiaojian stood up when he heard the words, stood aside with his hands down, lowered his head and said:

"Thank you, father, for thinking about it. Thanks to you, the assassin has been executed, and my son is fine. I was able to turn the danger to safety tonight, thanks to Ding Si, the supervisor of heaven."

Zhu Cihong looked at Xin Ziqiu again, with a rare smile on his face:
"I heard that the assassin who came tonight is very powerful. No one in Chengqian Palace can stop him. I didn't expect you to have such abilities at such a young age. What position do you hold in the Tiansi?"

"young?"

Zhu Xiaojian's heart moved when he heard the words, this Ding Si was clearly wearing the deer head mask of the Mi Po Sect to hide his face, and he spent a long time with him, but he didn't see his real age, how did the emperor see that he was young?

When Xin Ziqiu heard the words, his heart trembled.

The first time he saw Zhu Cihong, he vaguely felt that something was wrong with him, but he couldn't tell what was weird, so he was slightly taken aback, before he had time to kneel down and salute.

It wasn't until the other party's eyes swept over him that he felt the faint, silky and silky aura of the emperor. If he hadn't possessed the top nine-turn Yuangong of the Daoist sect, and had been trained by the three innate disasters, his senses would It is several times more sensitive than ordinary practitioners, and it is impossible to see the flaws at all.

Although Zhu Cihong hid it well, Xin Ziqiu was very sure that this Ninth Five-Year Lord was actually a very high-level alien, and even the magic circle of the Mipo Sect helmet to isolate the divine thoughts was useless in front of him. Seeing your true face clearly, say something like "you are young".

How did the king of a country acquire such powerful abilities?
However, this thought was fleeting, and he didn't want to be nosy, so he replied calmly:
"I have just joined the Tiansi Supervisor, and I am doing an errand job under Zong Shaoqing, and I don't have a position yet."

Emperor Guangxi frowned:
"The Superintendent's responsibility is very important. How can he engage in seniority rankings? Can't appoint people on their merits? According to my oral instructions, Ding Si will be rewarded with 500 taels of gold and three hundred pieces of silk for his meritorious service. The Superintendent will be promoted at his discretion, and there must be no mistakes."

"Thank you Lord Ron!"

Xin Ziqiu was about to salute, but Zhu Cihong flicked his sleeve:
"No, you deserve it."

With that said, he sat in the main seat and said to the prince:
"My son, follow me and move back to the East Palace. Although Chengqian Palace is good, it's not proper for you to live here. Besides, in the East Palace, the imperial guards are heavily guarded, so it's safer."

The prince was silent for a moment, and just about to reply, suddenly there was a sound of piercing through the air, followed by a sound of "duo", a feathered arrow was nailed impartially to the back of Guangxi Emperor's rosewood seat , only an inch away from the vitals of his neck...

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(End of this chapter)