Buddhist Cultivation: Starting from Divination

Chapter 83 The State Banquet

Several days passed.

The capital finally ushered in the [-]th birthday. This morning, all the officials came to congratulate, and red lanterns were hung everywhere in the streets and alleys.

From the main gate of the capital to the Tianwu Gate of the imperial city, and then to the front of the imperial palace, there are also east, west, south and north gates.

Along the way, there are lanterns and festoons, dances and dances, Jinfang Caiting, dotted with dots, colorful sheds facing each other, full of fiery trees and silver flowers, a thriving scene of celebration.

Red colors were also hung on the stone bridge passing by the Chenghe River, and a leafy boat passed through the bridge hole, with a hydrangea ball on the tail of the boat.

Everyone in the capital knows what today means, and they are all looking forward to the arrival of night.

Only one old man who entered the city was incompatible with this scene. After they entered the city, they sat on the official sedan chair with some tired faces.

There are also some old people who have just arrived in the capital, their heads are dizzy, and they fainted directly. They can only be picked up and carried away, and they lie in the medical center on the side of the street, recuperating quietly.

Only a small number of people can come here in a glamorous carriage.

Every time an old man arrives, the officials in the capital will record his physical condition, whether he can participate in tonight's banquet, whether he will lose his position in front of the emperor, which table and seat should be arranged tonight.

Of course, these are what officials should think about.

The people in the capital only know that there will be a very honorable person celebrating his birthday today, and they will have a good meal at night, and they can get food rewarded by the government.

And they can hang out with the theater troupe that the emperor specially recruited, watch plays, neighbors, walk around the streets, chatter and discuss, the chat content is very complicated, but in summary, it is nothing more than, everyone, don’t leave tonight , Let's go to the theater together!
Generally, the most difficult thing at this time is the imperial guards who are always guarding their posts.

But the imperial army is also divided into ranks. Those who are free and easy, eat food and do not work, often have backgrounds, are on duty every night, and have worked hard. Now they naturally stand on the head of the imperial city and above the various gates.

On the wall of Tianwu Gate in the Imperial City, stood an eight-foot tall man, with a muscular figure, a dark face, a little bit of vicissitudes, a blue martial arts robe, a tiger head tattooed on his chest, and tendons on his arms. He was as strong as a bear. Similarly, it is not too much to say that it is the strength of the bear.

This person's name is Qinhu, one of the four masters of the capital, and one of the four chiefs of the Tsing Yi Guards. Today, he is responsible for protecting the safety of the gate of the imperial city.

He must protect the emperor's safety, and the pressure is not small, but this is his own responsibility, and he will die.

Qinhu leaned against the city wall, hugging his chest, motionless like a mountain, with no breath, if you don't feel it carefully, you won't be able to find it at all, it's like hiding.

However, his pair of tiger eyes stared intently at the gate of the imperial city and outside the gate, observing the crowds coming in and out of the gate, and would send troops to take down anyone who was suspicious.

Suddenly, a magnificent carriage came to the gate of the city.

This caught his attention.

The more elegant it is, it means that there are more things and more people to bring, and the easier it is to fish in troubled waters.

The imperial guards at the gate of the city conduct routine inspections. People in the carriages have to get off, and things brought into the city have to be searched before they can enter the city.

A woman wearing a headscarf came out of the carriage, pinching the hem of her skirt, her movements were very light, like the eldest lady of some family.

Viewed from the side, it still wears a white veil.

Either it is shameful, or there are ghosts.

Qinhu thought to himself.

"Take off the veil." The soldier of the Imperial Army with a spear stopped the carriage with a stern tone.

The servant on the side complained incessantly: "My young lady has a strange disease since she was a child, and her face is too ugly. I am afraid that I will scare Master Bing."

"Pick it off!" The soldier of the Imperial Army said indifferently, unmoved.

"This"

The servant still had a bitter look on his face, but the woman beside him was obedient and obediently took off the veil.

"Is it alright?"

The woman spoke softly, her voice was hoarse, but very gentle.

Seeing the woman's appearance, the soldiers of the Imperial Army shrank their pupils and were stunned for a moment.

This girl looks so weird!

On the good oval face, there are two lumps of black things on the cheeks, like birthmarks, like something, firmly stuck to the skin, even on the lips, half of it.

The middle of the whole face is purple and black, and the forehead and mouth are more or less tinged, which looks ugly.

The only thing that can be seen is the pair of big eyes, which are bright and moving, like stars.

No wonder you have to wear a veil.

"The forehead scarf was also taken off." The guard soldier maintained his professionalism and tried not to react too much.

The woman did as she was told, pulling off her black turban.

A head of soft white hair, fluttering in the wind, is extremely beautiful under the sunshine.

"This is."

This hair color is obviously the first time the soldiers of the imperial army have seen it.

The servant on the side explained: "My young lady has been like this since she was born. The doctor said that she was born with something missing, which is why she became like this."

The soldiers of the imperial army nodded and were about to let them go.

At some point, Qinhu appeared behind them.

"I have seen the commander."

When the soldiers of the imperial army saw the visitor, they respectfully clasped their fists and gave a military salute.

The level of the other party is higher than the real commander, but they don't know it, they just call it that.

Qinhu squinted his eyes, staring straight at the eldest lady in the middle.

The woman's eyes did not avoid, but she was a little timid, very pitiful.

"This general, did I do something wrong? Why do you keep staring at me?"

"Where are you coming from, where are you going?"

Qinhu opened his mouth slowly, his voice was as loud as thunder.

"This is our invitation."

Seeing this battle, the servant hurriedly handed over a letter.

Qinhu spread out the paper and took a look, and murmured: "Jinzhou Commercial Bank Zhang's family, Wang Shilang's family?"

"That's right, my master accepted the title of the Ministry of Rituals, and he came to Beijing this time only to see Long Yan." The servant bowed and smiled apologetically.

After Qinhu looked at it, he returned the invitation, his face became calm, and he said lightly:

"Let's go."

Two rows of elite imperial guards at the door separated their spears to make way for a road.

"Thank you General."

The woman thanked her, put her kerchief back on, put on her veil, and got into the carriage.

Qinhu looked at the gradually distant carriage, pouted contemptuously.

Sure enough, I still can't see anyone.

The majestic carriage drove slowly into the imperial city, and finally came to a mansion. The houses here belong to high-ranking officials, and those who are not of high quality are not allowed to enter.

In the mansion.

The veiled woman got out of the car, and a middle-aged man walked out of the house and bowed:
"Wang, I have seen the saint."

"Well, get up."

The veiled woman replied softly, there was no trace of timidity in her eyes at this time.

The servant on the side had already put away his smiling face, and said solemnly: "We can't wait any longer. Now the dog emperor has already attacked me, and the congregants in many places have been uprooted. Fortunately, we concealed it in time. It’s a big loss, but letting it go is not good for us.”

The middle-aged man nodded: "Not long ago, the King of Yan was transferred out of the capital and went to the western frontier. The only one in the capital that can stop us now is the Tsing Yi Guards. As long as Emperor Xia dies, Raven will succeed."

The eyes of the veiled woman flickered slightly, and she said calmly: "There must be no trouble tonight, we only have one chance."

"Don't worry, everything has been arranged, and tonight is the best time."

"Master Crow Immortal will bless us."

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(End of this chapter)